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Henry S. Guyer II

The Ride To The Rafter A

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With: Henery S. Guyer & Alice Fletcher
Location: East of Kallispell
When: Early July 1876
Time of Day: Afternoon into evening

 

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The pair walked out of the Lickskillet, Speed holding the door for Alice. Stepping down to the hitch rail and untying their mounts, then swinging into the saddle. They turned their horses while Speed said, "Need to tell Pike I'm gonna be out of town." They trotted their horses to the Municipal Building where Pike came out to meet the pair. When Speed told him of his plans,  Pike nodded and smiled. Seeing Alice was reason enough for Speeds absence.

 

Once out of town, they turned east where the Rafter A would be. They fell into a conversation that was much lighter than the one from the cafe. It began with him asking, "Well, how big is this spread of yours?"

 

"A hundred acres, give or take, but it's all open range out that way. Pa wants to build a herd, but he needs money to get that done. Money cattle and for the hands to work the herd, and the place, money for the food that will feed us and them, money for a stock of ammunition, just in case, this is still wild country and aside from Indians, there's rustlers, and other desperadoes to consider."

 

"True, it takes money for everything, but a couple good finds and Amos will be in pretty good shape. Truth of the matter is, if he runs across a man that's wanted, well, that will deter him from mineral hunting."

 

She laughed at Speeds words concerning her father. "He's a man hunter, give him one to hunt ,and he'll be after him. Of course a couple of good rewards might set him up with the cattle. But I don't know what he would do, really."

 

"He gave his word he'd be headed west for timber rights, and if we can turn a couple of them at a profit, well, his commission would be substantial. I've several men who to this point have found some success with claims and other resources that are in demand in the east. That's good money in their pockets. And those are the ones we, as a company, are after." He disclosed.

 

Alice looked at him and asked point blank, "Why are you wearing a badge instead of out hunting these resources that would make you rich?"

 

He cracked a smile, "I sort of fell into the Town Marshal job, but I opened the business and hired men, which even with me out looking, I would have done anyway."

 

"So then, you would as soon risk your life for what? A hundred, hundred and fifty dollars a month than to be out striking it rich?" She argued. "I mean, you just said my Pa could easily set himself up with a couple of finds, but you'd rather nursemaid the town?"

 

"I get a handsome stipend from my partner in New York, and the town needs a lawman." He responded.

 

"And that's better than having your own, what? Mine? Timber business?" She queried.

 

To that he laughed, "The right thing comes along, well, I'll buy that for myself, and then continue with both, whatever it is, and the business."

 

Topping out on a knoll, the valley to the river opened up, and there sat the house below. The beginnings of a ranch.

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"That's it." She said with a note of pride in her voice. "Not much right now, but we've plans for it Pa and I." With that said, she looked at him. Watching his response to what she said, and what lay just below "A man could do well on a place like that with a good woman at his side to make it what it could be."

 

"You're just not real subtle are you Alice Fletcher?" He said suddenly. "Yes, that place has all the potential anyone could want, but you just said I should be out seeking my fortune, in the next breath you're inviting me to make this my home and develop it, like Pike's doing with Em on his spread. So which is it Miss Fletcher? What is it you're after."

 

"Subtle? I suppose not, but Mister Guyer, neither of us is getting any younger, and there's no sense in the two of us thinking of one another when we are right here. It is what we make of it from this point on, Speed. Rancher, businessman, lawman, no matter. You and I is what matters." Came her response. "You and I. Then you don't have to think of me, you'll have me, right here, next to you as I am now."

 

"That surely sounds like a proposal Alice. And you're right, one hundred percent right on all counts. We're here, in Kalispell, together. We have found one another after a long spell, whether we were actively seeking one another is beside the point, and I would think not very likely, but, here we are. I'd say our feelings are known to one another  and  there are steps that surely need to be taken." Speed agreed with an explanation .

 

"Then we need to ride down to the place so you can have a proper look." She suggested.

 

'Funny how things change.' He thought.

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He had yet to dismount, sitting his horse in the yard looking over the lad from a different vantage point the from above, although it was not all that high up, it was a different look. Here he could tell what she and Amos had.

 

A nice place. Plenty of range, the corrals would need some attention, the former owners had obviously not been cattle people. Looking he could see where there had been an attempt to put in crops, of what he could not tell, and whether or not they had been successful or not would remain a mystery. The house might need a handful of shingles, maybe  a nail or two here and there, but otherwise it looked to have been built to last.

 

"He stepped down, flipping his reins over the hitch rail, "Nice place, not much needs doing as far as I can see." The house he stood before was the standard box. but a room had been added on at some point, as he walked around. "Looks to be plenty big enough for the time being, that is if you had plans to add on."

 

She looked at him, still evasive. "Yes it is, and yes, we may find a need to do just that, you and I. Speed Guyer. You can sashay around the facts all you want mister, fact is, you have a decision that needs making. You say all the right things, that's for sure, but you avoid some pretty important ones while you're at it."

 

It was then he took her in his arms, something he had only dreamed of, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Not a peck, but a full on kiss. he slowly pulled back. "Reckon I've made that decision Alice Fletcher." And he kissed her again, her arms encircling his neck in response.

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"I thought it would be like that, kissing you." She said as they pulled away from one another. "And this decision that you've made? That would go beyond a couple of kisses I take it."

 

Speed smiled at her, "Yes Ma'am, it does." He responded. "I plan to court you properly, the way a man should. Perhaps six months or a year." But he could not hold the straight face. "as forward as you are, I doubt I could hold out that long for proprieties sake. But at the moment I'm not prepared to ask you to marry me. I certainly didn't expect to be discussing our future today. But very soon. Very soon."

 

"Oh, so you've take advantage of a spinster out here in the middle of nowhere, and you plan to just ride off and leave everything dangling?" Came her retort. "Speed Guyer, I'm surprised at you, and here I had such a high opinion of you."

 

"Dangling? I wouldn't call it dangling, Alice, not at all. I've yet to ask your father for your hand, and well, I mean, what if he were to say no? Dash our plans before they even begin?"

 

"Plans? What plans? We've made no plans that I recall." She countered, looking at him apprehensively.

 

"Why, our plans to marry. A honeymoon, maybe stocking this place with cattle like you and Amos want. You know, those plans, the ones for our future."

 

"I must have missed those, being delirious from your kisses. But please, do go on. Perhaps embellish on them a little, convince me that I was agreeable to these plans we made." She said, smiling as she looked up to him., waiting on the inevitable.

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