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    • "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then.   Crabbe held up his hands.   “Hey, I never said you were stupid, friend!” he said quickly, like he thought Robert was going to thump him. “I never said friend Bob here was stupid, did I Charlie?”   Charlie shook his head. “No, you just say he illiterate and ignorant, that all.” Said the Chinaman, unhelpfully.   "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier.   “I’m offering the man who owns this land…” because that was the rub, wasn’t it? Who legally owned this muddy patch of Montana. “… $300 down for a 25% share, Charlie there and our lawyer friend the same, so that’s $900 clear for you, with an option to join in any mining and/or water supply developments on consideration of payment of a directly correlating percentage of any development costs. Costs of reclaiming the claim in your name to be undertaken solely by the three new partners. Now… you must admit, that’s a pretty good deal considering, at the moment, you technically own jack shit of a non-paying claim.”   Charle Fa shook his head: Crabbe was making this sound too complicated for the young Irishman, and the boy was starting to look irritated.   “He mean, we get you land back, we give nine hundred dollar, we all invest in mining or water supply, make lot of money, all happy!” he explained to Robert.   @Wayfarer
    • "Well, now Dutton Peabody ain't no judge. Damn fine lawyer, 'scuse me, fergot myself there. But there's ol' Ben Robinson, he's a judge, but I' m thinkin' the pastor'll do, er priest, 'er whatever he likes ta be called. We'll be good." Barnabas commented with confidence, "An' the buggy, not even anythin' ta be worryin' about. Ever'thing's gonna be perfect."   "Best we start thinkin' about headin' back. Not that Speed cain't hold his own, but I like to check in time ta time, jest in case." The he laughed, thouuh he was serious. There was never any telling of what might happen at any given time. Mostly nothing. "Before you start ta thinkin' we could move in taday." @Bongo
    • "Guess if we don't go in they'll get suspicious, and we don't want anyone coming out to see what we're doing."  It was pretty obvious Weedy was not willing to share, Wyatt noted. In all fairness, his sister and that boy of hers found the chest. At times Wyatt could be pretty defensive about his sister, they were family after all.   The boys raced into the farm cabin but Clara never even let them get to the kitchen table.   "Ahhh, ahh ahh! You two wash your hands first. Wyatt you know better," she chided.   As the pair turned back then to go to the well to the side of the building, she loudly added.   "And Wyatt!  Will you kindly put your shirt back on, you are not some Indian savage!"   Wyatt rolled his eyes and glanced at Weedy, "Girls."
    • Suddenly the Reverend was speaking. he had been locked into the eyes of his bride to be, feeling the love that was between them. Their fingers intertwined, their eyes shining, and even he had a mist in his eyes. It was happening right then, at that moment, the words were being said, what they were for a moment, he did not know, but then, he understood.   "... in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?"   He heard her say "I will," and he smiled. There were a thousand other agreements pushing through his brain when he heard himself say, "I will." Like there had been a better one? Not hardly. Both had tightened their grip on one another slightly as they made their intentions know. A thought passed through his mind, 'might not be long enough.' @boshmi@Bongo@Wayfarer@Javia  
    • Now that the man explained it that way, Robert could get past in his mind this was not about any gold but water. Water rights. He slowly nodded but the man wanted him to say it aloud it seemed.   "Yes, water. You are buying my land so you can control the water when the railroad shows up. I know you think I'm stupid...think what you will, I am not," he replied then.   "So how much you offering me?" actually Robert thought the man a bit foolish to reveal this because it seemed he could now ask for a much higher price than he would have just a minute earlier.

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" So, yer wileys figger ta have me all wrapped up an' worshin' dishes, that it?"

 

"Did I say that?"  She smiled up at him sweetly and shrugged.  "I don't think that's what I said...nope!"

 

"What if i was ta tell you I had other plans fer you an me? What if I was ta tell ya I got the really honeymoon all planned out so's we got that time tagether we talked about, an' I can take care of some bidness that needs tendin' to? What about that?"

 

"Is that so?"  She looked up at him, a bit surprised, but then, she wouldn't put it past him to have planned something.  And now she was curious.  Of course, chances were good that if they didn't do something now, the livestock would arrive, then, with luck, a child, and the chance to get away for any length of time would be gone. 

 

"So this here bein' enslaved? As Depitty Town Marshal I could arrest you ya know." He said,aking a hollow threat.

 

"Oh, but then we couldn't go on that honeymoon, and you wouldn't be able to get to your business, and then we might end up losing the ranch, and with me letting Clara and Jacob use the apartment above the cafe...why, we'd be out on the streets!"  She sighed and batted her eyes.  "All because you felt compelled to lock me up!"

 

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"Well, if you don’t get your affair out of this flux place you can always stay at our’s. We got a room empty," Jemima offered straightforwardly enough, with a sniff.

 

"Oh, thank you but I doubt it will come to that," Clara had no intention of spending her wedding night in a thin walled boarding house. She wanted some privacy with her new husband.

 

"Well, Bridget, we will be cutting the wedding cake soon. You will not want to miss getting a slice, Mrs. Pike baked it and did a magnificent job decorating it too,"

 

“Cake!” beamed Bridget “Cake, ‘Mima!” she smiled at the morose Wigfall girl. “Make you fat.” replied Jemima.

 

"Oh nonsense, Bridget is not even near fat. One thick slice of wedding cake will not make a whit of difference," Clara immediately disagreed.

 

"Well, I really do need to go and make my rounds with visiting the other guests," the bride now decided.

 

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"You are getting the farm? You sure of it?”

 

Jacob was sure of it. Well, at least the legal fact of it.

 

“Yes Sir, Seventeenth of September, that’s my birthday. I’ll be eighteen and the farm’ll be legally mine. O’ course, Granny’ll think she’s still running the place but…” he shook his head thoughtfully.  

 

Well then, why not be a farmer. It's what you know, how you've been brought up. Clara knows a lot about farm life too," to Aurelian that was a bit of good news even if the boy didn't seem to think so.

 

“I might well keep it on” Jacob nodded “Either to supply the White Rose, or maybe turn the whole place into a cannery.” Well, he certainly thought big! “Traditional farming’s going nowhere and the big cattle ranges are on the wane too, as far as I can see.” he opined.

“It’s not all fully formed as a plan, Sir, I’m still looking, and listening: it would mean a lot if I could get your advice in future: as I feel my way forward.” Jacob frowned.

 

"I'm on your side, Jacob, I really am. You can always come to me," Aurelian assured him. 

“My Pa used to give me advice, and I didn’t like a lot of it. He used to say: das ist immer der beste Rat ... that’s‚ that’s the useful kind“. 

Aurelian nodded, "Well, one thing that I won't be doing, I won't be advising you in German. I don't know the language." 

 

Jacob laughed. “Well, me and Lee only keep it up as a kinda secret code language ‘cause Granny doesn’t understand a word of it, either.” He admitted.

 

"Look I'm glad we talked, I think we set a foundation for doing this on a regular basis and that's a good thing. But discuss all this with Clara now. Try and come to decisions such as these as a partnership. In the long run, you won't regret it," he patted the boy on the back.

 

“Thank you, Sir.” Said the lad, and he meant it. There was something else, though.

 

“Oh, and about Lee, er, Leonora. Well, Sir, you know she’s awful busted up over all of this. I think she feels even worse than Clara and me about, well, you know.” He shrugged a little. He couldn’t really say me getting your daughter pregnant out loud. “It’d mean the world to me if, well, if you could speak to her, sorta put her mind at ease that you don’t blame her for everything. I know her way of thinking isn’t…, well, she’s a woman and she doesn’t always employ logic the way we men do.” he reasoned, indulging in a nice bit of 19th Century misogyny. “Your opinion of her seems to mean a lot to Lee, Mr. Redmond.”

 

Then Granny Miggins was on them.

 

“Come on you two, stop gossipin' like two old wimmin! Cake’s bein’ cut! An’ you’ve both got speeches to make – but don’t make ‘em too long, mind! It’s nearly time for my nap. And you…” she prodded Jacob “Remember, you’re meant to compliment the bridesmaids, even if one of ‘em is that dreadful Mudd girl.”

 

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"I can't see why not." Was the retort. "I'd jest take in chains. Be a lot cheaper thata way. I mean, well, there's the clothes we wouldn't have to worry about, or anything else really. I'd jest drop ya at the jail where we're headed and that'd take care of meals an' such. Hardly a problem at all, really."  He smirked and shook his head.

 

"As far as Clara an' Jacob, well, they'd be welcome to it, cuz by the time we got back, the house an' out buildin's'll be done, an' the stock on the way." He again feigned sorrow, "But alla that bein' dun, well, that'd be somethin' to lookfor'd to, when ya get out, a'course."

@Bongo

 

 

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Young Jacob assured Aurelian he was indeed gaining himself a farm come his birthday which was not that far away. Funny, Aurelian thought Clara was slightly older than this lad but nope, didn't really matter either way though. He was full of plans yet again, keeping the farm besides the White Rose possibility and a cannery now too? Too much ambition, not enough experience and reality. However he had to hope Clara, normally so sensible (this recent event showing she was not ALWAYS sensible) would keep him grounded.

 

"Son,  they will always need farmers, people like to eat," he had to point out to one of the young man's declarations. Here he had thought the boy lived and breathed farming, it did not appear to be the case. That was worrisome.

 

“Oh, and about Lee, er, Leonora. Well, Sir, you know she’s awful busted up over all of this. I think she feels even worse than Clara and me about, well, you know.” He shrugged a little.

 

"Well, it certainly is not her fault, we both know whose fault it was don't we?" Aurelian was blunt on that assessment and he wasn't just blaming Jacob, Clara was also at fault.

 

 

“It’d mean the world to me if, well, if you could speak to her, sorta put her mind at ease that you don’t blame her for everything. I know her way of thinking isn’t…, well, she’s a woman and she doesn’t always employ logic the way we men do.” he reasoned,  “Your opinion of her seems to mean a lot to Lee, Mr. Redmond.”

 

"Oh, certainly, I can do that," Aurelian nodded immediately. To her credit even Lenora had suspected far more than he had and tried to head it off while he had been oblivious, counting on his perfect daughter. And it turned out she wasn't. She was a human being. And he loved her dearly regardless.

 

Granny Miggins then trundled up in a foul mood (when wasn't she), telling them it was time to cut the cake. And also reminding them to compliment the bridesmaids. Whatever, Aurelian just agreed, "Fine, be right there."

 

Poor Clara, she and the old woman were NOT going to get along.

 

 

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