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    • Justus kept a close eye on the man as he approached, reassured by the fact that he was being allowed to approach, and that there was no sign of aggression.  He stopped a few feet away.   "Evenin', sir."  Justus nodded with an easy grin, relieved that it seemed this was a friendly bunch.  Most men on drives were, but Justus had learned young that it was best to assume the worst, then be happily surprised.   "Just what are you up too?" It was Dallas, and he was one to ask questions first, rather than just shoot a fellow. "You might oughtta ride on in like a man. There'll be plenty of grub, and you'll be welcome to it." He smiled.   "Thank ya, sir, I might do just that."  While he didn't want to seem too eager, there was no denying that he was grateful for the offer.   "You out here on yer own? Mount up an' I'll ride in with ya jest so's you don't get shot er nuthin'!" The he laughed.   "Yes, sir, I'm alone."  Swinging into the saddle, Justus patted Mule on the neck, then fell into pace beside the man.  "I do appreciate this, sir, I'll work for it, sir, help th' cookie with dishes or some'at."  A thankless job, but it wouldn't do him any harm, and he wouldn't feel so much like mooching.   "Oh, m' name's Justus Wheeler, sir.  I'm headed north, nowhere in particular."   @Flip
    • Mature Content:  Might well be violence.   With: Turk Flagg, Caroline, and who knows else Location: Star Dust Saloon When: Sept/ 1876 Time of Day: Early evening     Now Turk had never been to this part of Montana previously but  seemed like a nice enough quiet town. Actually peaceful towns were not exactly good for his sort of occupation but then he had not ridden in with any specific job in mind.  He was between jobs, just last week he'd delivered a prisoner to a small town south of Kalispell, the man had been a wanted rustler. Fellow whined the whole way back right up to jail that he was innocent. Turk then just pointed out he was neither judge nor jury, tell it to someone who cared. Least he had some cash in his pocket. And where better to spend a bit of it then in the town's only saloon apparently. Least only one he could spot.   Entering into the place thru the swinging bat doors, he took in the joint. Decent enough, he'd seen many worse, some better. On this weekday night it was not crowded but there were a few folks at the bar and some others gathered around tables, most tables holding card games. He didn't go for cards though and on those rare occasions when he had, he usually lost money. Nope, keep it simple, get a drink or two or four.   As he sidled up to the bar, the bartender was presently occupied with another customer so he paused to take a second scan of the place. And who should he see but...................   "Caroline?  Caroline Mundee," he made sure he said those words loud enough the woman could hear him as she  a good distance away, holding a tray of drinks.   Caroline not only picked up on her name but recognized the voice and turned to see just to make certain. The look on her face made it plain she knew the speaker alright as she broke out into a wide smile.   "Well, I'll be !  Gimme a minute," she called back then hurried to finish her on duty errand, duly placing the tray in front of four card players, "Here ya are, boys. Enjoy!"    Turk nodded and just leaned with his back against the bar, watching her every move. She sure was as pretty as the last time they'd seen each other. He never took his eyes off her as she then approached and in a few seconds the two embraced in a quick but heartfelt hug.   "Turk! I had heard rumors you were dead," Caroline declared when they broke it up.   "Nope, I can truly assure you that I am not. Yer lookin' fine as always," he grinned.   Caroline looked past him for a moment, "Ralph, break out one of the good bottles and pour us two shots, will ya, hon?"    "Shit! How much that gonna cost me now?"  Turk knew her routine alright, they'd become friends in Helena when she worked a saloon there.   "Nah! On the house! I'm real glad ta see you again," Caroline then leaned into the bar next to him, they had some catching up to do alright.              
    • Four good men was all he needed, and Granger knew just the men for the job. Men that would kill anyone that threatened the ranch in any way, shape, or form. Of course, that went doe any number of of the Evergreen hands, the men he wanted would be the worst, and most dangerous of the hands Elias Steelgrave employed   The first one he ran on to was the stocky built Dutch, the only name they knew him by, but that was enough. He rode up next to the man, "Dutch, Mister Steelgrave has a job for you."   Dutch looked to him, knowing if the old man wanted him for a job it wouldn't be nurse maiding no cows. "Sure Granger, what's he got in mind?"   "Might be some Lost Lake men trailing Carson, they need to be stopped." It was quick and blunt.   "Right up my alley, Granger. Start now?" Dutch asked.   "I'll Get Treach, Watts, and Deckerd. Mister Steelgrave wants you boys to be sure they start it."    "Easy as pie. If you want I'll go for 'em, know right where they are and well just head that way." Dutch offered with a grin that was far from friendly.   "Sure Dutch, go ahead. Anything happens, you hightail it back here." Granger  replied to which Dutch nodded and spurred his horse.           Dutch                                      Treach                             Watts                       Deckerd
    • The conversation with Misses Thornton-Carlton had been informative, though she had not said when these hands from the Lost Lake would be in town for supplies. In New Mexico Territory they generally went once a month, unless they were in need of something or they got word an order had come in, which was rare, the Apaches saw to that. No one was willing to take the chance . But this here might be different. The Lost Lake was not so far from town as the Lazy S was to Lordsburg, nor as dangerous.   So, the hotel looked to be the place he'd stay until these hands rode in, and it would certainly give him a chance to meet some folks, like she said, see who his allies were. And from, what he had learned so far, the trouble ran deep between the Lost Lake and this Evergreen Ranch, and then toss in the son and his pack of animals. Things could get terminal real quick. This was shaping up to be far more than he had bargained for when he left New Mexico. But he was there now, so he could run, or stay, and Tyrell Thornton was not much for running.
    • Speed took the time to let Alice and her father know where he was going, and why, then mounted up and started out for the fort. He'd not been there, he had seen it in passing, and it was a welcome sight with the Indians out. He understood that the Military had no jurisdiction in town, and likely they might not be willing to help, yet, then again, they might. Protecting citizens was their job. And just because the ones Speed was asking them to protect were in town with active lawmen, A large contingent of outlaws  posed a significant threat.   The outlaws, be it Cases' gang or Elias' riders, or both together, it would be more than a handful lawmen could handle, even with the townsfolk defending their town. True, most had served in the War Between the States, but that had been over ten years ago, and true they had fought Indians and outlaws, yet these men were settled down now and past getting into gun trouble. And maybe it wouldn't come. Maybe Neither Steelgrave wanted to tangle with the town and it's people. Yet going to talk with the Army made sense, even if they couldn't really help out right then.

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"Nah, we opened it, and there wasn't anything good, just some old rags and a soggy book."  Weedy sighed, consoling himself with another bite of pie, then moved on to other things.  "School's all right, the teacher is nice except when she gives us homework."  He shrugged, then added, "But you can meet Wyatt, his dad has a farm, we can play stick-ball and marbles, you can borrow mine, and there's a swing...you'll need a slate, though."  He looked at Isiah.

 

"We c'n do some shoppin'," Addy commented, leaning back in her chair and sipping the last of her coffee.  "Don' worry none, if that teacher gives ya any saddle sores, me an' yer pa'll take care'a it!"  A threat that didn't really hold any weight, but the boy didn't know that!

 

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When Weedy told him there wasn't much in the treasure they'd found, he wondered if maybe there was another one, so they could search for it whenever they would go over to the pond together.  He'd mentioned before they could go swimmin' there and fishin'! "Maybe we can search for another treasure!" He suggested, smiling at the thought of exploring.  Weedy didn't make school sound bad at all...actually he kinda made it sound fun, but he won't saying that out loud!  And then when he mentioned the teacher was nice, well that helped for sure. "Well a'right and you'll be there too!." 

 

Josh started feeling sleepy from the long day of travel and now his belly full of yummy pie and cake.  He yawned real big, wishin' he hadn't though, because he wanted to stay up as long as everyone else.  

 

He felt real happy when Addy said  "Don' worry none, if that teacher gives ya any saddle sores, me an' yer pa'll take care'a it!"  The boys eyes got bright and he leaned towards her "You would?" he questioned. 

 

Isiah reached over, laughing some and ruffling Josh's hair on top of his head. "That is unless you done something to deserve it!" He pointed out, smirking at bit as he ran his hand from Josh's head down his back, rubbing it some.  "But I bet you'll be like your Pa and never see a day in your life that you do anything to deserve a whipping." He laughed some as he looked over at Addy.

 

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"Sure, we can look for treasure."  Not that it was something that was just laying around, waiting to be found.  Maybe Mr. Browne would know where to look?  But Weedy did hate fibbing a little about what had been in the chest.  Wyatt was still not sure what he wanted to do with the awesome statue that had been in there, and Weedy was hoping that they could agree to let Mr. Browne look at it.  In the mean time, no sense getting everyone all excited about it.

 

"I don't imagine ya'd be gettin' in too much trouble in school, anyway," Addy commented with a grin, "since once ya got home, ya'd hafta face me an' Isiah!"  It had been a good thing for her that there really hadn't been school back home, because she was certain that there would be a legacy of terror from any and all of the Chappel children!

 

"As fer never doin' somethin' bad in all his days," she added, standing and leaving some coins on the table, "my brother never did nothin' bad...leastways that he got caught at!"  And that was the trick, wasn't it?

 

But she could see that her brother was tired, and it was well enough time to get home and figure out the sleeping arrangements.

 

"C'mon, now, time fer you young'n's ta get ta bed."  She looked pointedly at Isiah.

 

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"Sounds like if you follow Weedy's lead you'll get along just fine in school." Isiah reassured Josh and then laughed at his sister's comment on never getting caught.  The two of them together had been told on plenty of times by their older brothers and he'd been on the receiving end of his father's punishment more than he wished, but he wouldn't have traded the fun they'd had for anything.

 

When Addy suggested they head home and get the boys to bed he agreed standing up.  Josh stood in his chair and lifted his hands to Isiah to carry him as he yawned.  Isiah knew if he himself was tired that Josh must be exhausted.  He scooped him up and carried him towards the door.

 

On the walk home, try as he may, Josh couldn't even keep his eyes open all the way to the house.  His head finally rested down on Isiah's shoulder and he fell asleep.  "He's been a real trooper on this entire trip." He said to Addy and Weedy.  "Don't think he ever complained once."  Which he felt was quite the feat for a 5 year old he believed.  "Pretty sure I could lay him on the hard wood floor and he'd sleep all night." Isiah said jokingly with a laugh.

 

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"He's a Chappel," Addy chuckled as she opened the door and let them in.  "Come mornin' he'll be ready ta go again, right as rain!"

 

"You can bring him in here, Uncle Isiah!"  Running ahead, Weedy opened the door to his room, then hurried to turn down the bed.  "It's all right if he has to sleep in his clothes tonight, I don't mind."  He'd been real tired a time or two, and knew there was no harm now and then sleeping in your clothes.

 

"You'll take care'a him, won't ya?" Addy kissed Weedy on top of the head, then looked at her brother.  "If he wakes up tanight, Weedy'll be right here, so he won't be afraid."  It was scary to sleep in a new place for the first time, so having someone there that you knew helped a lot.

 

"Yes, ma'am!  Don't you worry, Uncle Isiah!"  Weedy smiled proudly, pleased to have someone to take care of, and a chance to show he could be grown-up.

 

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Isiah laughed and walked into the house with Addy's help on the door.  "You got that right and he'll be up with the risin' sun!" Always an early riser, just like most kids his age.  The suggestion for him to just sleep in his clothes was one Isiah wouldn't turn down.  He was exhausted as well and didn't want to wake the boy and then have to get him back to sleep.  

 

"I think we'll do just that." He walked into the room and laid Josh down in the bed, kissing his forehead and grabbing one end of the sheet and covering him.  Standing he smiled down at Weedy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Mighty kind of you Weedy to just share yer bed like that and take such good care of him too.  Especially not knowin' we were comin'." He squeezed his shoulder some and getting a bit somber but not sad. "And he's been waking up missin' his momma, so if you need me you won't bother me at all, no matter tha time.  I know he's in good hands though." He moved his hand back and glanced towards Josh to make sure he was still sleeping and he was.  He stepped towards the door in case Addy wanted a minute with Weedy. "G'night." 

 

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Addy gave Weedy a tight hug and a kiss on top of his head.  "Yer gettin' so grown up, I'm real proud'a you."  Heavens, but Weedy hadn't been much older than Josh when he'd first started loitering around the place, and he'd come such a long way since, despite the shaky background.

 

Stepping out of the room, she pulled the door most of the way shut, but left enough of a gap that they could hear the boys and vice-versa, and also that the light from the fire would keep the room from getting too dark.

 

As soon as they were a few steps from the room, she hugged her brother again.  "I'm glad yer here, Isiah...not th' reason, but it's good yer here."  Stepping away, she smiled.  "Ya want some coffee?"

 

It would give them a chance to chat alone for a bit.

 

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Weedy returned Addy's hug, then shrugged.  He did like the praise, but it was a little embarrassing.  "G'night."  The boy then hugged Isiah and assures him, "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

 

He had no doubt he could take care of his cousin, and Addy and Isiah would be real close. 

 

Once the adults had left, he moved quietly around the room, changing into his nightshirt, then getting out an extra shirt in case Josh woke up, he could sleep in something more comfortable.  Then, moving ever so slowly, he took off Josh's shoes and stowed them under the bed, then knelt to say his prayers.

 

"Dear God, thank you for getting Uncle Isiah and Cousin Josh here safe, Miss Addy is so happy.  Bless us all, and God, can you ask Mama to look out for Josh's Ma?  I bet she's lonely and misses her family, so let her know they are all right.  Amen."

 

Then he climbed into bed and closed his eyes with a smile.  Maybe Miss Jemima could help Josh talk to his mom?

 

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Isiah stepped from the room with his sister and met her hug with his own, squeezing her tight, his eyes closing as he felt the warmth of her embrace.  It felt so good to be back here with her after everything that had happened.  

 

"I'm happy to be here too." He whispered as he nodded his head agreeing that the coffee sounded good.  He followed her to the kitchen not sure where she would want to settle down to talk.  He sat at the kitchen table, stooping forward to take off his shoes and then unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.  He left the shoes under the table for now.

 

"Never thought in a million years I'd come out west to find you." He laughed, remembering how sad he'd been when she left, but he didn't let it show, because he wasn't sure if he'd see her again.  He never thought he would be the one coming to find her!

 

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Josh wasn't sure how long he had been asleep but he woke up to hearing Weedy's prayer.  He sat up a bit in the bed, his hands behind him supporting him as he squinted against the dark room.  He could hear his Pa's voice and they were sleeping in the bed together just like they'd talked about earlier today.  This was really neat to him, he liked having a permanent sleep over with his new found cousin!

 

He bit down some on his bottom lip.  "Hey, Weedy?"  Lots of times he woke up missing his Mama lately and he'd always go and get his Pa, but he was going to try and be brave and not leave the room.

 

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Addy kicked off her boots as well, then poured them coffee, set a mug in front of her brother, then settled across from him, leaning back in her chair.

 

"I hadn't much thought'a bein' out west until I got here."  Grinning, Addy took a sip of the hot coffee.  "Once I got out here, though..."  She shook her head.  "Don't know why anyone'd ever leave...plenty'a space, no one cares much how ya look or how ya talk."  It suited her just fine, but she understood that there were those that wanted the comforts and conveniences of big cities, who wanted paved roads and constant noise and bustle, but that just wasn't her.

 

"Place kinda grows on ya.  Been good ta me."  Well, mostly.  "Just wish it could'a been all'a ya.  I'm sorry, Isiah, you an' Josh deserve better, an' I would'a liked ta know Daisy."

 

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