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    • It was long, tedious work, even though, for the most part, it was just plodding along with the cows, making sure they all stayed together and went the right way they were supposed to.  Even after the wind picked up, there were only a few mavericks who tried to wander off on their own, but the drag riders managed to coax them back to the herd.   As the day progressed, Annie became less jiggy, and Justus could tell she was getting tired.  "It's all right, Miz Annie."  He patted the horse's neck, then tightened the bandanna that was keeping his hat from blowing away.   "Ya think this is just a dry wind?" Justus called to Loredo, "or somethin' more movin' in?"  There wasn't the smell of rain in the air yet, nor clouds, but he knew that the weather could change quickly.  "Will they try ta settle in camp early?"  It seemed to him that if there was 'weather' moving in, it was better to have the cattle settled than moving, but what did he know? He just hoped it didn't impact supper!   @Flip
    • "Wonderful!"  Jonah almost clapped, for this had been going on for so long, that he really expected that this would be some sort of new setback, and Leah certainly didn't need any more complications.  "I'm sure it's going to be a huge relief when they finally break ground.  It's going to be rewarding to watch it take shape, and for you to know you are responsible for it."   He hoped, for her sake more than anything, that the weather cooperated, and that the progress was swift and without complications.    "You'll be overseeing the project?"  He couldn't imagine that she'd step back now, and not assure that every detail was right.   @Flip
    • "Boss, we found us a herd ripe for the pluckin'. Maybe we oughtta move on it afore they change where they're grazin' 'em, an make it more difficult." Toole suggested. "We can take close to a hunderd head easy enough, they move 'em, thet might not be the way of it."   "'Scuse me men, but Toole here is on to something, and cattle is our other business. We've customers waiting up north." Case said, not happy at being interrupted, yet realizing that what he said was true. It was why they were there, and it was what the did. "So go on and make yourselves to home while I get this job situated."   "Oh sure thing, Case, an thanks for the offer. We appreciate it, 'mon boys." Shannon said, and with that they walked outside to find the other building Case was talking about.   "Alright Toole what did you have in mind?" Case asked.   "The place is just at the foothills where they have their cattle. Now any buildin's 'er maybe a mile, mile'n a half away. What we saw was just maybe four riders wit the cattle, may not hav'ta kill any of 'em. We just filter down through the trees and then rush 'em. Maybe eight 'er ten of us, circle the heard an' push 'em back the way we come which was the long way around , and shore they'll be tracks alomst all the way to the dry river bed, maybe  whot, two mile from the tree line. Hard ground to river bed, but they won't catch us, not seein's they're out numbered."   Case gave it some thought, but Toole had been plotting how they would steal a herd for quite a while, and he knew what he was doing. Besides, no County Sheriff, no problem!   "Pick your men, Toole and get it done." Case said, knowing if they got a hundred head, that would be enough to drive north, once the brands were altered.
    • Having a second thought, to bolster the findings he sent for Fairchild before he could leave for New Orleans, and in the vicinity of Elinor Steelgrave, that could be done at another time after this meeting with Elias himself.   It was like hedging his bet on the situation. He wanted Elias to meet the man who could explain what was in the file in detail, much better than he himself.  might be able to. Nothing like being prepared. Elias could be unpredictable when upset, if a man like Fairchild explaining what he had found could manage to keep Steelgrave manage-ably clam then the expense was worth it to all concerned.   He had to congratulate himself on the idea. It just might work!
    • List in hand, they made their way back to town and to the Anderson's Mercantile where they laid out their list of needs. John and Mary Agnes looked over the list and began adding prices, plus shipping where it was warranted.   "So, you're in the mining business Marshal?" John asked.   "We are." Alice replied with a wide proud smile on her face. Speed just looked at her.   "Amos here found a property to good to pass up, so I bought it myself." Speed said, "Actually two properties, the other on is off to the west, but this one is just north of the Evergreen Ranch a couple of miles."   "Ah that would be the Henshaw mine. Sad about his wife passing on so suddenly. Life can be hard out here, it was just too hard for Martha Henshaw, though she tried as hard as anyone could." Mary Agnes said. "Most all of what you have here we have in stock. Most all of this was on Henshaw's list as well, he just quit before he paid for it. I believe we can give you a good price on the machinery out back. Right John?"   "Yes we can, The fact is Speed I'll let you have it at our cost, plus the shipping expenses, of course. Be good to free up that room back there. Let me see here at my cost, yes, well, it looks to be just under three thousand dollars, without the things we have in stock that wasn't Henshaw's."   Fair enough John, and we appreciate it. Now, if you'll let me get up to the bank, we want to use their money until we get started, and then we'll settle up."   "Makes sense to me, it's what we did. Hated those monthly payments, but it worked for us." John agreed.   "We'll be back." Speed promised.

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Bam , Bam, Bam!!!

 

Arabella banged on the door of the Kalispell Union offices, even though it was far too early for them to be open, yesterday's newspaper scrunched up in her hands.

 

"Open up! Open up you bunch of peckerwoods!!!" she yelled. She was not a happy bunny.

 

"No thanks to miss Arabella Mudd, huh, you termites?! You jest get out here and say that to my face and I'll gaum up yer print works and switch yer backsides, yer darn pollywoggles!!!" she shouted at the locked door. 

 

"I've been jawin' with my barrister and he says I’m-a gonna sue you tater bugs fer a million dollars for de-fa-mation of character, yuh, yuh, ... yuh gosh-darn falsified tumbleweeds!!"

 

@Flip if you dare!

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Phinias G. McVay, editor and Chief of the often maligned Kalispell Union had been napping in his chair, feet up on his desk, when he heard the commotion at the front door.  A barage of insults, name calling, and legal threats. All of which he had heard before. He recognized the voice immediately as that of  one Miss Arabella Mudd. He sighed heavily as his feet dropped to the plank floor.

 

One thing he was sure of, if he did not go to the door, open it, and fall victim to more verbal abuse, she would continue for God only knew how long, or perhaps it was Satan that had that information. He got to his feet and started for the door when he heard "I'll gaum up yer print works" which translated to an attack on his printing press! There would be no opening of the door for her.

 

One he reached the portal he stopped and listened. When there was an opening, he took it."We are closed Miss Mudd! It is past business hours. Should you persist in this display of juvenile behavior and outlandish threats I'll be forced to go to the Town Marshal with a complaint." He shouted. "You can submit your complaint in writing and slip it under the door for my perusal."

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One he reached the portal he stopped and listened. When there was an opening, he took it."We are closed Miss Mudd! It is past business hours. Should you persist in this display of juvenile behavior and outlandish threats I'll be forced to go to the Town Marshal with a complaint." He shouted. "You can submit your complaint in writing and slip it under the door for my perusal."

 

Oh, so that was how he was gonna play it, huh?!

 

"You goin' to the Marshall?! YOU gon' to the Marshall?! I'm a goin' to the Marshall!!" shouted the slight and slighted girl. 

 

"You can submit your complaint in writing and slip it under the door for my perusal."

 

"I'll slip something under your door you.. you bad mouther, you!" she yelled: but this wasn't getting her in. Still, a few people had stopped to stare, she could try another tack. 

 

Suddenly she pounded on the door again and then dramatically broke down in tears, sliding down the door into a heap.

 

"Ohhhh! Ohhh! Mr. McVie, you done a poor innocent orphan girl wrong! You done me a great wrong Mr. McVie, an' me just fifteen! You ruined my reputation and left me to carry the burden!!" she cried. "I'm ruined! Ruined!" through this wail and moan she rather stuck out her tummy as she rubbed it.  Well, this was war, no trick was too underhand.

 

@Flip

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Phin stood back, a smile forming on his face, a real thespian this Arabella Mudd, thinking anyone would believe that , well, there was the chance, yes, there were those who just might want to believe such a thing of him, but then, there were many more who knew Arabella, knew of her flights of fantasy, and vivid imagination. Knew of her conniving to intrude, to magnify her importance, or her talent, or her abilities, and granted, she had both.

 

However, Arabella Mudd was a child still, tho old enough to marry, or to be preparing for the University. But, to be playing that he, Phinias McVay, a man almost three times her age, would have any interest in the daydreamer. This was beyond preposterous!

 

"Then I suggest you go to the Marshall, and we shall then go to Doctor Danforth, should that become necessary. I shall wait here for his knock. If this is about a simple retraction, perhaps." He concluded.

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"Then I suggest you go to the Marshall, and we shall then go to Doctor Danforth, should that become necessary. I shall wait here for his knock. If this is about a simple retraction, perhaps." He concluded.

 

“Yeah! I wanna simple retraction!!” Arabella yelled through the gap at the bottom of the door, seeing as she was slumped down there anyway “And then I want you to print that what you said weren’t right, and that you’re plumb sorry ‘bout what you said about me and…urrr…. and print summit nice about me, like how I saved the day by rememberin’ about ‘Something Old Something New Something Borrowed Something Blue’ at the very last minute!”.

 

To be fair, that had saved the Lutz-Redmond union from instant dissolution.

 

But then she got greedy.

 

“And … And Mr McVie, I.... you still there?” she peeped under the door and could just make out some very scuffed and disreputable looking shoes, (in a scandalous state of repair, really). “And listen, I know you weren’t there at that there wedding twixt Jacob and Clara so some horrible person musta TOLD you it was ‘no thanks to Miss Arabella Mudd’ – I wanna know who that mitherin’ nuisance WAS!”

 

Arabella had no idea about the sanctity with which pressmen held the anonymity of their sources. The question was, did McVie?

 

“Unless nobody told you that and you just made it up yourself, like everybody says you do when you write them newspaper stories!” she finished.

 

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And how is it that you 'know' I was not at the wedding? How is it that you have such information, was it that you did not 'see' me there, or perhaps that I was not at the reception, so you 'assumed' I was not at the nuptials as well? Are you quite positive that your facts are correct?"

 

"And just how is it you believe you warrant a retraction, Miss Mudd? Is there some statement that is incorrect? A quote attributed to you that you did not make? An outright lie, perhaps. Please, oh wait, let me get a copy and you might point that out to me."

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"And how is it that you 'know' I was not at the wedding? How is it that you have such information, was it that you did not 'see' me there, or perhaps that I was not at the reception, so you 'assumed' I was not at the nuptials as well?"

 

Arabella frowned at this and after considering the subtle question for one second gave the answer.

 

"Yep!"

 

"Are you quite positive that your facts are correct?"

 

Again, she gave her best 'thinking' frown, even though he couldn't enjoy the benefit of seeing it.

 

"Yep!"

 

"And just how is it you believe you warrant a retraction, Miss Mudd? Is there some statement that is incorrect? A quote attributed to you that you did not make? An outright lie, perhaps. Please, oh wait, let me get a copy and you might point that out to me."

 

All these words were getting her a bit confused now, as they were intended to do. 

 

"You said I was ..." she looked at the newspaper again blinking "You said it was no thanks..." His fast talking was making her dizzy. She began to tear up for real now, and getting too emotional to argue coherently. "I'll ... I'll be back!!" she shouted defiantly, but basically, he had won this round with his fast talking. She drifted away from the newspaper offices sniffing away the tears and gripping the copy of the offending newspaper.

 

But sometimes you had to lose a battle to win the war.

 

[OOC: TBC???]

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"As you will young lady, as you will." Phin replied, waiting to hear her footballs, which he could hear fading away from the office door. He turned and walked back to his desk, and his chair, sitting down, then leaning back as he pondered.

 

'A simple retraction.' He thought. "The youngster wanted a simple retraction for the line, 'No thanks to Arabella Mudd.' He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he considered her demand. It would certainly be easy enough to slip in the next issue, yet he had to consider what would be printed in said retraction. And then, there was the accusation that he, Phinias G. McVay, simply made up stories. What were the words used? Oh yes, “Unless nobody told you that and you just made it up yourself, like everybody says you do when you write them newspaper stories!”

 

He quickly jotted down her words.  'A simple retraction was it? Not being sure just who this solicitor she had retained was, that would bear some investigation.

TBC

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