Freddys Playground

~Fred carries a water pitcher and meets a woman~

Rynn Dryke: *waves to the woman and smiles*
LoLeCo Lacourte: My this is a quaint little town *smiles back kindly*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head, watching her nosy*
Rynn Dryke: *points to himself* Frederick *points to her and looks quizzicaly*
Rynn Dryke: *smiles*
LoLeCo Lacourte: Hello Frederick *smiles* My name is ….well that is odd *frowns slightly* I do not know what my name is…
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and watches her a moment*
LoLeCo Lacourte: *points ot self and shakes head confused*
Rynn Dryke: mhmm
Rynn Dryke: *points to her than points to the ground* Deadwood! *grins broadly*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head watching her interested*
LoLeCo Lacourte: *smiles and tilts head* Deadwood Doctor?
Rynn Dryke: doktor!
Rynn Dryke: ohh!
Rynn Dryke: *points to her* doktor

Rynn Dryke: *nods* yes yes * motions her to come*
Rynn Dryke: *points to the build on the right, while walking* saloon! *grins over shoulder and leads on*
Rynn Dryke: saloon… saloon * mumbles and points to various builds*
Rynn Dryke: *points to the restaurant* mhmmm! food!
LoLeCo Lacourte: Oh yes, food will be next on my list *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: yes * repeads and smiles broadly*
Rynn Dryke: *looks thoughtful around and tilts head*
Rynn Dryke: mhm * wrinkels nose and glances along the street*
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and leads on*

~ they arrive at the big horn store ~

Rynn Dryke: *peeks through the window to see if the dog is around*
Rynn Dryke: *grins and walks back to the woman*
Rynn Dryke: *points to the build and smiles*
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: hello kungler! *smiles broadly*
Claytanic Kungler looks up from cleaning the counter, “Oh hello Fred.” looks over at the lady and smiles, “Ma’am.”
LoLeCo Lacourte: Hello Sir
Claytanic Kungler tosses the rag under the counter and stands up straight
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head watching him seriously* kungler doktor deadwood?
Rynn Dryke: *puts the waterpitcher on the counter and tiptoes, resting his arms on it as well*
Claytanic Kungler: Welcome to the Big Horn Store. *smiles then looks down at Fred, “What about the doctor, is somebody shot? Uh… peng peng?”
LoLeCo Lacourte: I apologize, the young man was trying to help me find a doctor, would you be so kind as to point the way for me?
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs slightly and looks back to the woman*

Rynn Dryke: *looks to mr kungler again as she speaks*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh! *raises his head* Usually when someone is calling for a doctor someone is shot. *chuckles alittle and then shakes his head realizing how grim that sounds* Oh there is a docs office on the other side of the street afew places down, it’s marked…. we also got a vet… she ain’t bad either.
Rynn Dryke: *looks a littlebit distracted to the horn behind mr kungler for a moment*
LoLeCo Lacourte: * smiles * Thank you so much for your help, I just wandered into this little town and upon meeting Frederick realized I do not even remember my name….I thought a doctor might be able to help me
Claytanic Kungler: Oh… did ya hit yer head?
Rynn Dryke: *wakes up and glances to the woman as he hears his name*
Rynn Dryke: mhm?
Rynn Dryke: *smiles widely*
LoLeCo Lacourte: *shakes head looking confused* I really could not say Sir, I remember nothing before waking up on the edge of town…
Claytanic Kungler: Hmph, maybe ya were attacked by injuns… or road agents… ya didn’t see any folks near ya? Maybe there are more out there…
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and touches the shiny pans*
LoLeCo Lacourte: I saw nothing but the young man when I walked into town
Claytanic Kungler streches up to see what is inside Fred’s water picture, “Oh well that ain’t suprising, he’s all over.”
Claytanic Kungler: Well I hope ya have some means to get a room ma’am seein’ as it appears you stuck here for the time being…. less you can recall where ya came from?
Rynn Dryke: *takes a pan and rotates it in his hands*
Claytanic Kungler chuckles at Fred a little and smiles
Rynn Dryke: *sets it back on the stack carefully*
Rynn Dryke: *watches the showcase with the knifes again*
LoLeCo Lacourte: I appreciate your kindess Sir , I will go and see if anyone is at the Doctors place of work., oh no *puckers brow* I have no memory at alla nd no means to get by, I shall have to find work, I am sure, This is all very distressing and I feel I may faint dead away on your floor
Rynn Dryke: *peeks over to the woman and mr kungler, and looks back to the knifes*
LoLeCo Lacourte: *smiles through her confusion* Thank you young man
Rynn Dryke: *looks over shoulder again*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh well take it easy ma’am. I reckon we can find ya suitable work. Lots of places around here will hire an able bodied person.
Rynn Dryke: *wanders to the woman and mr kungler*
LoLeCo Lacourte: Oh dear, well that at the very least is good news. I will go now and leave you to your work.
Rynn Dryke: *listens to her tone in the voice*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head*
Claytanic Kungler: If ya need anything ma’am my name is C.T. Kungler and ya can usually find me around here.
LoLeCo Lacourte: Thank you kindly Mr. Kungler I will be sure and remember that *smiles and turns to the door*
Claytanic Kungler: Good luck with ya search.
LoLeCo Lacourte: I wish you a good day Sir
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: *raises an eyebrow and realizes shes about to go*
LoLeCo Lacourte: Frederick?
Rynn Dryke: *grabs the waterpitcher from the counter and spills just a littlebit of water*
Claytanic Kungler: Hmph poor lady.
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: bye bye kungler! *smiles to him*
the door opens smoothly.

~outside~

LoLeCo Lacourte: *points to Frederick and tilts head* Friend?
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the woman in an asking way* doktor?

LoLeCo Lacourte: *shakes head yes* Please
Rynn Dryke: ohh! *smiles broadly and points to her* frederick friend?
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and shrugs* doktor?
LoLeCo Lacourte: *nods and smiles back* yes frederick friend
Rynn Dryke: *points to the bighorn store-door* kungler doktor?
LoLeCo Lacourte: No *looks disstressed* but I must find doctor soon
Rynn Dryke: mhmm *looks confused around* no doktor…
Rynn Dryke: *scratches head*
the door opens smoothly.

Rynn Dryke: *walks in again and looks to mr kungler* no doktor deadwood?
Claytanic Kungler: Doc Starsmith, that Doc across the way and of course Miss Francine… ya remember Miss Francine, Fred?
Rynn Dryke: francine! francine doktor? *smiles*

Claytanic Kungler nods

Rynn Dryke: francine good..francine doktor! *grins* bye bye thankeee!
the door opens smoothly.
Claytanic Kungler: Yes Francine doctor. *he nods*
Rynn Dryke: *looks proud* francine doktor!
LoLeCo Lacourte: *smiles tiredly* Francine? where?

Rynn Dryke: mhmm *stops and watches her*
LoLeCo Lacourte: OOOh thank goodness

~ she stops by a house and walks in ~

Rynn Dryke: *looks surprised*
Rynn Dryke: *walks in curiously*
Rynn Dryke: *looks around at the pictures* ohh doktor?
LoLeCo Lacourte: No one * I shall just sit here a bit and gather my thoughts and rest
LoLeCo Lacourte: *smiles* Thank you Frederick
Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly and points to her* good?
LoLeCo Lacourte: Good *smiles kindly* Thank you
Rynn Dryke: *grins*
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles nose*
Rynn Dryke: *thinks about something*
LoLeCo Lacourte: Oh better for the moment
Rynn Dryke: bye bye *shrugs some, and repeats the motion she did when it came to introduce her to him, he looks a bit questioning*
LoLeCo Lacourte: I believe I could use some fresh air, perhaps that will help :*fans self*

LoLeCo Lacourte: *waves* Bye Frederick
Rynn Dryke: *smiles friendly*

~he walks out~

Rynn Dryke: *waves to the man* hello!
Rynn Dryke: *points to his own hat and chuckles*

Caed Aldwych nods distracted to the kid
Rynn Dryke: *continues to carry the waterpitcher down the street*

Freddy meets a newcomer in Deadwood.. (right in front of the big horn store)

Rynn Dryke: *looks to the woman and smiles, points to himself* Frederick * points to her and tilts head in a nosy way*
twa3 Elcano: *points to myself an sayes Olivia

Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly* Olivia! * beams* hello!
Rynn Dryke: *walks around her and observes her friendly and interested*
twa3 Elcano: *smiles sweetly * hello Frederick

twa3 Elcano: *smiles* *stands still try to figer out what he is thinking*
twa3 Elcano: *runs my finger though my heir un tangeling the bottem*
twa3 Elcano: hair i meen
Rynn Dryke: *grins and watches her* olivia *makes walkingmotions with his fingers* deadwood?
Rynn Dryke: *rubs nose and sneezes suddenly*
Rynn Dryke: bah!
Rynn Dryke: *sniffs and whipes his nose at his sleeve, looks at her again and smiles*

twa3 Elcano: *smiles warmly at him an say u must have a nip of the cold nels an wipe his noes good *
twa3 Elcano: there u go all clean

Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow and grins*
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and points to the bighorn store* olivia * makes walkingmotions with his feet* house?
twa3 Elcano: lets see that hansome face*wipes some of the durt from ur face with my apren*
twa3 Elcano: there u are : D
twa3 Elcano: * wipe ur face parshet clean *
Rynn Dryke: uhhh *steps back and rubs his face and laughs, shaking his head*
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles nose some but grins at her*
twa3 Elcano: hehe

Rynn Dryke: olivia axe?
twa3 Elcano: rubs ur head softly* is this were u live
Rynn Dryke: *peeks through the window to see if the dog is around*
Rynn Dryke: *seems not to understand what shes talking about*

Rynn Dryke: *points inside* axe
Rynn Dryke: *points inside again* kungler
Rynn Dryke: good axe *makes choppingmotions*
twa3 Elcano: *look around curyes *

Rynn Dryke: *looks to her and tries to read her facial impressions*
twa3 Elcano: oooh ok

Rynn Dryke: *opens the door for her*
Rynn Dryke: points to the axe* good axe! yes
Rynn Dryke: olivia axe?

twa3 Elcano: * feels scared * what was that
Rynn Dryke: uhh! *shrinks down* gun!
Rynn Dryke: *runs up the stairs and hides behind the boxes*
Rynn Dryke: *shivers*
twa3 Elcano: *hide behind a berrel*
Rynn Dryke: *peeks out from behind carefully*
Rynn Dryke: olivia good? * speaks with shivering voice*
twa3 Elcano: * runs to find Fredrick
twa3 Elcano: *
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her in relieve * uhh
Rynn Dryke: *ducks again*
twa3 Elcano: are u ok
Rynn Dryke: *whispers to her, pointing outside* bad!

twa3 Elcano: yes that is bad
Sundance Dragoone: draw
Sundance Dragoone: sling
Rynn Dryke: *peeks to the man, coming in and hides again*
Deadwood 1.13: Sundance Dragoone falls to the ground apparently dead or unconsious…
Deadwood 1.13: Sundance Dragoone trembles a little then appears to die…
twa3 Elcano: stay down ok

twa3 Elcano: * puts her hand on his head an hold him clos to the boxes *
twa3 Elcano: *looking out side brithing hared*
Rynn Dryke: *chews his lip and crouches*
Rynn Dryke: *tries to peek around the box again to see something*
twa3 Elcano: it ok u dont have to be scared feel fredrick shaking*
Rynn Dryke: oh nein! *sees the man on the ground*

Rynn Dryke: *inches carefully to him, looking if he is dead*
twa3 Elcano: *rushes over *
Rynn Dryke: * touches the mans shoulder, moving it slightly* hello? *whispers scared*
twa3 Elcano: oh my i hope he is ok

Rynn Dryke: * peeks out of the window every now and then to make sure noone shoots from out there*
twa3 Elcano: *look at him * what should we do
Rynn Dryke: *looks worried down again and tries to find the wound*
twa3 Elcano: * looks closer*
twa3 Elcano: i found it
twa3 Elcano: taks her aprn off balls it up an puts it on his woond
twa3 Elcano: *
Rynn Dryke: * looks to her and seems to be a bit helpless*
twa3 Elcano: *aplying presher to it*
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs slightly , not knowing what to do*
Rynn Dryke: *watches her interested*
twa3 Elcano: *ok look for any alchol fredrick *
twa3 Elcano: *look at him siryes an wored*
Rynn Dryke: *looks puzzled to her* mhm`?
twa3 Elcano: *still holding the aprep on his woond
twa3 Elcano: *
twa3 Elcano: find some moon shin
Rynn Dryke: * does not seem to understand a word, except “frederick”*
twa3 Elcano: mmm
Rynn Dryke: *looks at her then points to the man* bad?
twa3 Elcano: yes yes fredrick bad man but we need to help him ok
Rynn Dryke: *looks around*
twa3 Elcano: help
twa3 Elcano: him
twa3 Elcano: *points to the man*
Rynn Dryke: doktor?
twa3 Elcano: give me ur hand fredrick *
twa3 Elcano: *hold out my hand*
Rynn Dryke: * looks to her and follows her motion, holding out his hand*

twa3 Elcano: puts his and on the apren * i need u to hold this there ok
twa3 Elcano: o k
twa3 Elcano: there
twa3 Elcano: hold it
twa3 Elcano: *holds his hands stedy on the apren over the woond*
twa3 Elcano: i an goingt o find some stuff to help the bad man ok
Rynn Dryke: * wrinkles nose and lets her drive the hand to the wound and apron*
Rynn Dryke: * looks to her unsure and presses it on the wound*
twa3 Elcano: * look at him scared but sweetly * dont be scared ur a big boy ok
twa3 Elcano: *
(( the man stands up slowly and stumbles out of teh room))
twa3 Elcano: plaes sire u are hert
Rynn Dryke: frederick boy, yes * nods*
twa3 Elcano: let us help u

Rynn Dryke: *loosk puzzled to the man*
the door opens smoothly.

(( mr kungler walks in from teh backroom ))

twa3 Elcano: * look puzzeled to the hert strang man*
Claytanic Kungler tips his hat, “Hey folks, how are ya’ll?”
twa3 Elcano: curtsys* hello sir
twa3 Elcano: im fine an u
Rynn Dryke: * looks around* kungler! *smiles, then points to teh man* peng peng *makes gunsounds and points out of teh window and to the hurt man*
Claytanic Kungler smiles, “Ma’am, welcome to the Big Horn Store, I’m C.T. Kungler owner and operator….. *looks at Fred and then looks out the window, “Oh someone shootin’ up the town?”
twa3 Elcano: : yes sir thay be shoot lot out there to day
twa3 Elcano: *dust off my dress*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh, hmph well I hope nobody wounded ya there ma’am. Awful shame to get shot on ya first day in town….
twa3 Elcano: look at my bloody apren* : (
twa3 Elcano: rooened

twa3 Elcano: *picks it up an hold it * ill clean it later : )
twa3 Elcano: hehe thatr would be an ofel shame it i did
Claytanic Kungler: Miss Dio has a laundry by the crick. She might be able to help ya with that.
twa3 Elcano: but lucky goos i dident
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the bloody apron and wrinkles nose*
twa3 Elcano: *smiles warm*
twa3 Elcano: ghoos i meen
twa3 Elcano: hehe
Claytanic Kungler: Mightly hard gettin’ that blood outta ya attire but I am sure Miss Dio would set ya in the right direction. *chuckles*
Rynn Dryke: *looks from one to the other and smiles some*
Claytanic Kungler: Are ya with Fred here ma’am?
Rynn Dryke: *hears his name and looks to mr kungler* yes?
twa3 Elcano: i reken i an * smiles at him an rubs him head *
Rynn Dryke: * shrinks some and chuckles, looking to her again*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh good, he needs someone to keep him outta trouble… if’n ya get a chance ya might think of pushing him into the crick to clean him up some.

twa3 Elcano: he sure is sweet he is
twa3 Elcano: so are u shiriif in dis hear town
Claytanic Kungler: Oh no… all I do is run this store.
Rynn Dryke: *looks interested to the ink bottle while the two keep on talking*
twa3 Elcano: *pushes hair out of my face with my finger behind my ear*

twa3 Elcano: fredrick dont spill that on u ok *smils at him*

(( gunshot noises, clay walks outside ))
Claytanic Kungler: We ain’t go no sheriff, no law… jesus…. what in the hell?
Rynn Dryke: *stumbles backwards* uhaaa
the door opens smoothly.
Claytanic Kungler: Hey! What’s all the shootin?

jeffey Ziplon: practice
twa3 Elcano: oh dear
twa3 Elcano: *feeling very scared agen looking lost out the window*
Rynn Dryke: *peeks to the man outside teh window from behind teh table*
jeffey Ziplon: sorry for the commotion
Claytanic Kungler nods, “Appreciated, wouldn’t be much of a problem but I tend to enjoy my windows.”
twa3 Elcano: *glanses over to fredrick*
Rynn Dryke: * tilts ehad, listening outside, trieing to understand something*
jeffey Ziplon: ok sorry
twa3 Elcano: *chuckls a little very softly*
Rynn Dryke: * peeks to olivia as she chuckles*
Claytanic Kungler nods, “Ain’t no damage done, reckon it’s water under the bridge.”
Rynn Dryke: * whispers and points to the door* good?
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the openign door and looks impressed to mr kungler*
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: das war mutig! * sounds excited*
the door opens smoothly.
Rynn Dryke: *smiles to mr kungler*

Claytanic Kungler: Sorry about that folks. Just a fella taking in alittle target pratice. *chuckles*
twa3 Elcano: *eyes gliter at mr kungler * i recon u ot b the sherif of this town
twa3 Elcano: hehe
( the shooting person comes in)
Claytanic Kungler: Hey welcome to the Big Horn Store fella. *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the man and eyes widen*
jeffey Ziplon: ok thanks
Rynn Dryke: *inches backwards some*
Claytanic Kungler: Anything I can help ya find there friend?

twa3 Elcano: *look at fredrick an at the stanger then at fredrick *
jeffey Ziplon: what are you doing
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the man coming closer and backs away*
twa3 Elcano: we jest haven a little chat care to join
Claytanic Kungler: Well I reckon the young lad here was showing the lady the various places in town. *chuckles*

twa3 Elcano: hehe he is a little scared of newen how come around here * smiles at fredrick as mr kungler*
the door opens smoothly.
the door opens smoothly.

(( the man moves out))

Rynn Dryke: *sighs and moves forward a little*
twa3 Elcano: it ok fredrick
Rynn Dryke: *points to teh door* bad? good? *looks to olivia and mr kungler*
twa3 Elcano: *folleds her hands in front of her*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh good, he just likes playing with his gun like it was a toy.
Rynn Dryke: good? phew *breathes out loud*
Claytanic Kungler: At least for now. *laughs grimly*
twa3 Elcano: *smile look at fred an the mr kungler*
twa3 Elcano: i recon u need a litle school her
Claytanic Kungler: So what brings ya to Deadwood ma’am?
Rynn Dryke: *starts to wander around, looking at all the goods in the store*

Claytanic Kungler: Oh we sure do. When my wife arrives with my little ones I’d like a place for them to learn something other then how to pull gold outta the creek.
twa3 Elcano: well my father im to find a good husben here
Rynn Dryke: *knocks softly at the oil lamps glass*
Claytanic Kungler: Well you certainly might find a rich prospector here.
twa3 Elcano: yes i would love to be the techer to id not mind that
twa3 Elcano: i love children
Rynn Dryke: *peeks into the boxes*
twa3 Elcano: *smiles warmly *
twa3 Elcano: das how i was rased
Claytanic Kungler: Oh good, well maybe if the towns folk can collect enough we can get a school house up. *chuckles*
Rynn Dryke: *stares at the knifes*
Rynn Dryke: *follows the knifes blade with his finger, along the glass*
twa3 Elcano: *twerls my little foot in to the floor an fixes my dress * how much u recon dad be ?

Rynn Dryke: *mumbles* das ist schön und das ist schön… oh und das ist groß… und schön..
twa3 Elcano: *turns hed to fred * plz chaled dont cut ur finger
Claytanic Kungler: I ain’t sure…. ain’t never built a school house. *laughs as he watches Fred look at the knives*
Rynn Dryke: *looks around as the voices seem to be louder*
twa3 Elcano: *laughs soft *
Rynn Dryke: * puts his hands behind his back and turns around, looking innocent*
Claytanic Kungler: Reckon kids big and small like that knife case.
twa3 Elcano: it does not have to be all fancy like gest for walls an places to sit
the door opens smoothly. (( a soldier steps in))
Rynn Dryke: * looks if tehy still pay attention on him, and his eyes move again trough the room*
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the soldier with big eyes*

Joel Petrolhead: Howdy folks
Claytanic Kungler: Good day there solider. Welcome to the Big Horn Store.
Rynn Dryke: *smiels* hello soldier!
twa3 Elcano: *glances to the door
Joel Petrolhead: How are ya’ll today ?
twa3 Elcano: *curtsys to the stranger *hello sir
Rynn Dryke: * turns around again and looks up at the ladder*
Claytanic Kungler: Doing well, real well. How is life at the fort for ya’ll?
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head*

Rynn Dryke: *watches the picture interested*
Joel Petrolhead: Life is good, I just came in from up north a few days so still getting use to the weather change

Claytanic Kungler: Oh… are ya here rounding up deserters?
Joel Petrolhead: Aye sir I am, three men
Rynn Dryke: *suddenly sneezes*
Joel Petrolhead: Bless ya child
Rynn Dryke: *cleans his nose at his sleeve and continues looking around*

Claytanic Kungler: Aye I know ya’ll have been having that problem, folks taking French leave to go pan for gold.
Rynn Dryke: *tiptoes, looking at the pipes*
twa3 Elcano: blees u fred
Rynn Dryke: *looks around as his name is called and looks to olivia*
Joel Petrolhead: Well they sent me in from Canada, they told me i was a darn good tracker so i’m hoping to find them
twa3 Elcano: *turns to fredrick *
Claytanic Kungler: I know lots of folks are lookin’ for’em. The sergent from the fort is offering a $30 reward for information per head.

Joel Petrolhead: Yes sir, I heard that aswell
Rynn Dryke: *smiles some*
Rynn Dryke: *looks up at the horn*
twa3 Elcano: *look the sir up an down *
Claytanic Kungler: If I were you I’d check by the crick every now and then, see if you can catch them in the act panning.
twa3 Elcano: *admirs his sewt *
Rynn Dryke: *tries to reach the horn but fails*
Rynn Dryke: *sticks out tongue, trieing to reach it hardly*

Joel Petrolhead: Thanks for the help friend, names Joel, Joel Petrolhead by the way

Rynn Dryke: *begins to set one foot at the rack to climb up*
twa3 Elcano: *smiles at him *
Claytanic Kungler: Good to me ya Joel, I’m C.T. Kungler, owner and operator of this establishment. *extends a hand to shake*
twa3 Elcano: *wondering if he is going to inetre dus his self to me*
Rynn Dryke: *gets a hold of the upper rackbeam with his hand and sets the second foot on the rack*
Joel Petrolhead accepts his hand with a firm shake
twa3 Elcano: *turns to fred *
Rynn Dryke: *shoves the weights a littlebit away*
twa3 Elcano: ples dont fall ok
Joel Petrolhead: Where are my manners, *removes his hat* Names Joel ma’am Joel Petrolhead
Rynn Dryke: *sets one knee on the top of the rack*

twa3 Elcano: : ) *smiles wame at him *quit alright
twa3 Elcano: *hold her hand out for him*
Rynn Dryke: *does not hear what they are talking in the front of the store and tries to reach up with his right hand, with one knee on the rack *
twa3 Elcano: myn is Olivia*
twa3 Elcano: *turns her head a little an blushes*
Rynn Dryke: *reaches the horn with his fingertip and it moves slightly*
Joel Petrolhead takes her hand and kisses her hand gently “The honour is mine ma’am its nice to meet you
Rynn Dryke: * sets the second knee on the rack and tries to straighten up*
Claytanic Kungler turns his head and looks back at Fred and narrows his eyes alittle, “Boy what in the blazes are you trying to do?”
twa3 Elcano: *blushes harder* nice to meet u to sir
twa3 Elcano: i meen joel
Joel Petrolhead: Nice ot meet you too miss . . . Oliva
Rynn Dryke: *grabs the horn with one hand, turns his head to mr kungler as the voice finally hits him and widens eyes*

twa3 Elcano: be carfull fred
Rynn Dryke: * has the horn still in his hand and falls down backwards in slow motion*
twa3 Elcano: *look at him wored*
Rynn Dryke: uhaaa
Claytanic Kungler: *extends his hand across the counter attempting to steady Fred*
Rynn Dryke: *makes a crashing sound on the floor*
twa3 Elcano: oh my child are u alright
Joel Petrolhead: Well I better get back to my patrol please let me know if you need me
the door opens smoothly.
Claytanic Kungler shakes his head and frowns, “Kids.”
Rynn Dryke: uh * moans and get up fast * verdammt * mumbles*
twa3 Elcano: look at fred wored *
twa3 Elcano: are u ok ?

Claytanic Kungler: *shakes his head, he signs and looks down at Fred with his arms crossed shaking his head at him*
Rynn Dryke: eh *looks at mr kungler and looks down at the horn, puts it back behind his back and looks at mr kungler again, and gets the horn out again laying it softly and almost inconspicious on the rack+
Rynn Dryke: * holds his hands behind his back again and hangs head some, but peeking up wary*
Claytanic Kungler groans, “Oh I’ll put it back up later….”
twa3 Elcano: is he goingot be ok mr kungler
Claytanic Kungler: Oh I think he’ll be just fine….
twa3 Elcano: ok
Rynn Dryke: * moves his feet uncomfortable , peeking to mr kungler and olivia*
twa3 Elcano: fredrick would u like to go show me more of the town
Rynn Dryke: * lifts eyebrow slowly, looking at olivia unsure*

twa3 Elcano: an mr kungler is u need any help with the stor id be abliged to help
Claytanic Kungler: That’s a good idea. Ya can fall off of someone else’s counter next. *chuckles* Oh I appreciate that Miss Oliva. Ya come see me later after Fred shows ya around and maybe we can work something out.
twa3 Elcano: *look at fred* we can stay here for a wile if youd like
Rynn Dryke: * peeks at the horn for a second, interested, then looks to olivia and mr kungler again*

Claytanic Kungler: Oh, welcome back sir. *nods to the man* (( the man leaves right away))
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs slightly*
Rynn Dryke: * seems not to understand*
twa3 Elcano: 8lok at fred * dont u think about it ull gone an hert ur self agen
Rynn Dryke: *has the feeling they all dont sound very happy*
Claytanic Kungler: Oh ma’am he doesn’t understand ya. Old Fred doesn’t speak english so well, he ain’t got many words. I think he’s Dutch or from Finland or something. *chuckles*
Rynn Dryke: *inches out from behind the counter , with a last look at the horn again*

twa3 Elcano: i recon i might tech him some is he’ed let me
Claytanic Kungler: I’d be thrilled if someone could give him some words.
twa3 Elcano: ok an i know a little dutch my self so i think i can try to maneg
Rynn Dryke: *glances from one to the other, still feeling weird about what just happened*
twa3 Elcano: *look at fredrick *
Rynn Dryke: *looks unsure to olivia*
twa3 Elcano: do u think i can fred wold u like that
Claytanic Kungler: Oh I reckon he would. It’d sure help’em around town.
Rynn Dryke: * lips shiver as he speaks* freddy not bad.. freddy good..
Rynn Dryke: * looks unsure*
twa3 Elcano: yes fredy is good
Rynn Dryke: * looks at olivia in relieve*
Rynn Dryke: * nods agreeing*

Rynn Dryke: *glances to mr kungler unsure*

twa3 Elcano: so what do u reco wo do now fred
Rynn Dryke: *whispers to olivia* kungler angry?
twa3 Elcano: *wisper to fred no he is not mad *
Rynn Dryke: no? * nods* good
twa3 Elcano: *he gest dos not wont u to get hert or brake any thing*
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and smiles some*
Claytanic Kungler: *laughs* If I were mad ya’d know it.

Rynn Dryke: *looks to the laughing mr kungler and grins*
Rynn Dryke: *waves* freddy house!
Rynn Dryke: walks to the door
Claytanic Kungler waves, “See ya later Fred.”
Rynn Dryke: bye bye kungler bye bye olivia * looks over shoulder and smiles widely*
twa3 Elcano: bye mr kungler
the door opens smoothly.
twa3 Elcano: *waves to him smileing*
Claytanic Kungler: *tips his hat*
twa3 Elcano: by e
twa3 Elcano: *waves
Rynn Dryke: *looks to olivia and grins* freddy house * points at the hills*

((Fred roams around the houses and finds Marrants canvas))

Rynn Dryke: *glances to the canvas*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head , looking at the painting*
Rynn Dryke: *wonders what it is*

Rynn Dryke: *takes some mud from the ground with his forefinger and sticks out tongue concentrated- starts to paint*

Marrant Vita heads happily to the back to work on her paintings
Marrant Vita smiles: Hello Fredeick!
Rynn Dryke: *stands in front of the canvas with the hands all muddy* hello marrant!!
Rynn Dryke: * looks happily*

Marrant Vita puts her paints on the easel and smiles at him, then sees the mud on his hands
Marrant Vita: Oh, don’t touch my….
Marrant Vita looks at the painting
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her smiling* miau! *makes a cat sound*
Marrant Vita looks at Frederick with a horrified look: MY PAINTING!!!
Marrant Vita points to the painting: Did YOU do that?
Rynn Dryke: *blinks and listens to the tone and shrinks*
Rynn Dryke: *carefully and silently* miau?
Marrant Vita looks back at the painting and then at the mud on his hands: Miow?
Marrant Vita: Frederick that isn’t a CAT!
Rynn Dryke: *gets down to all four and starts creeping around* miau miau
Marrant Vita shakes her head and points at the painting: NOOOO
Marrant Vita frowns at him: No
Marrant Vita: Painting NO CAT!
Marrant Vita: NO MIOW
Marrant Vita tries to wipe the mud off the painting with her sleeves only getting mud on them and smearing the painting more
Rynn Dryke: *looks sad to her* no?
Marrant Vita: No no no!!!
Marrant Vita points to the painting: America
Rynn Dryke: *hangs head*
Rynn Dryke: america.. miau!
Marrant Vita points to herself: Marrant *motions painting* paint America
Rynn Dryke: *points to americas “ears” on the head and then to his own ears*
Marrant Vita frowns
Rynn Dryke: miau!
Marrant Vita shakes her head fiercely, and her glasses fall off
Marrant Vita gropes around for the glasses: See what you made me do?
Rynn Dryke: oh * bends down reaching for the glasses*
Marrant Vita reaches her hands out: don’t step on them1
Marrant Vita: america will kill me
Rynn Dryke: *looks confused for a moment, then looks if shes still searching for the glasses*
Marrant Vita moans: My glasses!
Rynn Dryke: * ponders if its better to leave it or to pick it up*
Marrant Vita: Where are my glasses!
Marrant Vita looks as though she will cry
Rynn Dryke: *bends down again and gets them up*
Rynn Dryke: *carefully touches her arm*
Marrant Vita frowns a little and looks toward him
Rynn Dryke: *raises one eyebrow and holds the glasses close to her hand, so shes able to feel them there*
Marrant Vita curls her fingers around what he’s offering and then grasps them, moving them up and putting them on
Marrant Vita adjusts them and looks at him, still frowning a little: thank you frederick. *glasses* taps her glasses
Rynn Dryke: *hangs head again and looks like the incarnation of bad conscience*
Marrant Vita looks at the dirtied painting a frowns again. *points at it* America – devil
Marrant Vita makes her fingers pointing devil on her head and hisses at him
Marrant Vita: Devil is BAD
Rynn Dryke: *peeks up as she speaks and still looks sad*
Marrant Vita points to the picture: america – bad
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs* ich dachte es wird eine america katze , tut mir leid.. was ist devil? *mumbles *

Rynn Dryke: bad?
Marrant Vita stares at him
Marrant Vita: Ja
Marrant Vita: baaaadddd
Rynn Dryke: bad *shurgs to show her he doesnt understand*
Marrant Vita looks frustrated
Marrant Vita points her finger
Marrant Vita looks up at the sky and floats around on her toes smiling
Marrant Vita: gut
Marrant Vita: angel
Marrant Vita stops and looks at him
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her interested while still feeling weird because of her tone*
Rynn Dryke: good *nods*
Marrant Vita nods, then points down to the ground and crouches around covering her face with her sleeve,, looking around as evil as she can
Rynn Dryke: *watches her puzzled*
Marrant Vita points down to the ground again and says in a deep voice
Marrant Vita: BAD – Devil
Rynn Dryke: *raises eyebrow*
Marrant Vita points up .. angel.. Jesus.. god
Marrant Vita points down… devil
Rynn Dryke: *chews lips thinking about the words*
Marrant Vita crosses her arms and looks at him, tilting her head a little
Rynn Dryke: devil.. *looks frowning* angel *smiles some* mhmmm
Marrant Vita nods a little
Marrant Vita: angel… gut
Marrant Vita: devil … bad
Rynn Dryke: angel good devil no good?
Marrant Vita nods
Rynn Dryke: no good ist bad?
Marrant Vita nods again: Ja, no good is bad
Rynn Dryke: mhrmmm…
Marrant Vita: devil is bad
Marrant Vita: devil home *points down to the earth*
Rynn Dryke: *rases eyebrow* devil.. teufel?
Rynn Dryke: devil! * makes handmotions like flames and looks evily and jumps around dangerously*
Marrant Vita nods excitedly; Ja Ja!!!!
Marrant Vita points at the painting’s red, moving her fingers around it
Marrant Vita: see?
Marrant Vita: fire
Rynn Dryke: ohhh
Marrant Vita nods
Marrant Vita: NO cat *miow*
Marrant Vita: DEVIL *hisses*
Rynn Dryke: *nods and gasps* no ohren.. hörner…
Rynn Dryke: *points to his ears* no * points over where the cow is* yes!
Marrant Vita looks at him for a moment… oh.. um ja.. horner
Rynn Dryke: cow!
Marrant Vita nods ya
Rynn Dryke: *makes horns on his head*
Marrant Vita nods and makes horns on her head too
Marrant Vita: america!
Rynn Dryke: america devil? * looks strangely to her*
Marrant Vita nods and looks at him, her face very serious
Rynn Dryke: america good.. america, freddy iiit
Rynn Dryke: *makes eatingmotions*
Marrant Vita shakes her head: america fool Frederick
Marrant Vita makes eating motions and smiles at Frederick
Marrant Vita suddenly grabs Frederick by the neck
Rynn Dryke: *watches her*
Rynn Dryke: *freezes in shock*
Marrant Vita lets him go then nods
Marrant Vita: America nice now
Rynn Dryke: *stares at her*

Marrant Vita: America fool Frederick
Marrant Vita: Frederick….careful
Marrant Vita looks frustrated
Rynn Dryke: america no good? america * lifts hands and sets them on his neck * frederick?
Marrant Vita nods, her face very serious
Rynn Dryke: *looks around uncomfortable suddenly*
Marrant Vita makes a sleeping motion
Marrant Vita points to frederick: when Frederick *sleeping motion* sleeps
Marrant Vita: America *reaches for his throat* get Frederick
Rynn Dryke: *sinks with his head betwen his shoulders*
Marrant Vita nods again
Rynn Dryke: *shakes head* noo frederick.. *makes runningmotions* frederick *holds up slingshot*
Marrant Vita shrugs
Marrant Vita: America *flying motions* can fly
Rynn Dryke: *looks puzzled again*
Marrant Vita: America fast! *runs around fast
Marrant Vita flaps her arms
Marrant Vita: runs around flapping her arms and grabs at him again
Marrant Vita: America!
Rynn Dryke: america angel? *spekas slowly and scratches head, moving his hat some*
Rynn Dryke: uh!
Marrant Vita shakes her head no
Marrant Vita: devils *flaps her arms* fly too
Rynn Dryke: *blinks*
Marrant Vita nods: devils, angels, fairies
Rynn Dryke: frederick no america.. frederick * points away*
Marrant Vita nods: that is good, stay away from America
Rynn Dryke: no america.. *nods*
Marrant Vita: If you see her, just run! *makes running motkions as she stands in place
Marrant Vita stops to look at him and see if he understands
Rynn Dryke: frederick *makes running motions as well and nods* bad america *nods* frederick no america
Marrant Vita nods looking approvingly at him
Rynn Dryke: *looks again unsure around*
Marrant Vita points to her painting: Frederick NO paint Marrant paint
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the painting again and sighs*
Marrant Vita points to herself *Marrant artist*

Marrant Vita picks up a paint brush from inside her pocket and motions with it
Marrant Vita: See? artist!
Rynn Dryke: *nods, watching her*
Rynn Dryke: no freddy *makes paintingmotions and sounds dissapointed*
Marrant Vita looks at him
Marrant Vita: Well, maybe freddy paint
Marrant Vita: Freddy ask Marrant
Marrant Vita: Ask Marrant
Marrant Vita leans toward him
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow*
Marrant Vita hands him a paint brush
Marrant Vita takes down the painting and puts a clean canvas up
Rynn Dryke: *takes it veeery carfully, not sure if thats good or bad*

Marrant Vita opens some paints and points to them
Marrant Vita nods to him
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles brows and looks at the paints*
Rynn Dryke: freddy *moves around with the paintbrush*

Rynn Dryke: *looks quizzical to her*
Rynn Dryke: freddy yes?
Marrant Vita nods
Marrant Vita: Make a pretty picture… paint a picture of your dam!
Rynn Dryke: freddy .. mhm.. paint… dam? *smiles some*
Marrant Vita nods eagerly
Marrant Vita: then you have dam forever
Rynn Dryke: *smiles and tilts head watching her*
Rynn Dryke: marrant good? marrant freddy frends? yes? *sounds unsure*
Marrant Vita looks at him and sighs: Marrant freddy friends. Freddy made a mistake. The devil made him do it
Rynn Dryke: *nods unsure to her, hoping he understood it right*
Marrant Vita smiles at Freddy
Rynn Dryke: *smiles back kinda relieved*
Marrant Vita points to the mud: No mud
Rynn Dryke: freddy paint dam, yes *grins*
Rynn Dryke: *looks down* no .. mud
Marrant Vita nods and smiles: Freddy paint dam yes
Marrant Vita taps on the canvas: Paint dam on here
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles nose and moves in front of the canvas* freddy paint yes.. *looks down* no mud
Marrant Vita nods
Rynn Dryke: *cleans his hands a little on his pants and looks at the bright shiny colors and smiles*
Marrant Vita smiles again: Freddy paint. Marrant get biscuits
Marrant Vita: Marrant bring biscuits *points to Freddie* here
Rynn Dryke: biskits!
Rynn Dryke: *beams*
Marrant Vita nods: Marrant come back, freddie paint
Rynn Dryke: *nods nods and gets the blue color up and thinks before starting*

Thomasito Rhapsody: indentify yourself for me
Johnpaul Portilo: Pvt Portilo
Wilhelm Kilda: They are attracted by the concentration of whiskey
Maxie Mu’s face and hands are smeared red with candy before the pop is gone, and she smiles happily at the lady. “Thankyouverymuch, ma’am!”
Francine Aristocrat: No Miss, it was last week. I am just ealing reAL SLOWLY.
AshtonClaire Abbot: You are most welcome!
Johnpaul Portilo: I have notified the Col. of my arival today
Estwee Vansant: Evie Vansant. My uncle runs the assay office next to your saloon.

Lolaraine McGinnis pushes herself off of the building and stands a bit unsteadily
Wilhelm Kilda passes hand over face ‘their not the only ones’
Lolaraine McGinnis looks around a little confused at where she is and what’s gong on
Rod Eun: Ahh.. a pleasure Miss Vansant.. *tips his hat
Johnpaul Portilo: Pvt. John Portilo Salutes
Johnpaul Portilo: XXX, Salutes
Thomasito Rhapsody: mm i will be sure the recommendation of your enlistment is noticed
Lolaraine McGinnis takes a swig and shakes the bottle, noting it’s empty
Johnpaul Portilo: Sir thank you.
Estwee Vansant nods: You have a scale at your place yet?
Wilhelm Kilda: Pvt. Willhelm Kilda Salutes
AshtonClaire Abbot glares at Thom still upset of him making fun of her yesterday.
Lolaraine McGinnis tosses the empty bottle on the ground
Francine Aristocrat: Looks over at Lola and smiles knowingly at her.
AshtonClaire Abbot heels around and walks off.
Lolaraine McGinnis starts walking off a bit unsteadily
Rod Eun: Yes Ma’am, we got a scale at the Cricket, lotta miners come in with only pouches of gold for trade
Wilhelm Kilda: sir beg to report Pvt Portillo reported lat week at Laramie
Maxie Mu grins, noticing the boy got his food…and thinks about following him to see if he wants to play. “Ummm…scuse me, please ma’am? Oh…she’s already gone…”
Wilhelm Kilda: You aint seen him yourself

Krychton Ghost: SIR, he has also made himself known to me….
Francine Aristocrat: Well where is this Fidler they talked about?
Traci Munster looks around at the people hoping she will get the chance to know them
Rod Eun watches, as Lola stumbles by
Wilhelm Kilda: prior to just now
Thomasito Rhapsody: well im going to be sure colonel enlists him
Rynn Dryke: *looks up to her while eating and grins*
Bart Olbers: hello, folks…
Traci Munster: Hello Bart
Thomasito Rhapsody: colonel hand picks his men and if he dont like hes going to need some recommendations
Rynn Dryke whispers: *gets up a piece of chicken and offers it to her with a questioning look*
Thomasito Rhapsody: looks like a great soldier to me
Bart Olbers: hello, Mrs. Ghost…
Wilhelm Kilda: He came up on the wagon train from St Louis Sir
Traci Munster: How are you today?
Thomasito Rhapsody: Mmm St louis eh?
Bart Olbers: fine, thank you, Traci
Maxie Mu grins down at him, face smeared with red candy. “Good grub, huh? That there soldier, he gave me some a’ready…you can have it. Thanks, though!”
Rod Eun: Quite a few army fellas round ta day, wonder who’s watchin’ the fort? *chuckles
AshtonClaire Abbot pours herself some lemonade.
Traci Munster smiles
Krychton Ghost: Hummm, that “tender foot country?”
Wilhelm Kilda: “nd £rd and 7th are moving against the Sioux and Cheyenne
Estwee Vansant: Who’s watching the hills? The injuns are coming too close I say.
Rynn Dryke: *watches her a moment while she talks and listens intently, then shrugs and offers it still*
Wilhelm Kilda: I dont guess this is a time to be picky
Rod Eun: Yes Ma’am… don’t need them comin’ in town again
Thomasito Rhapsody: and that makes us the sittin ducks then eh…
AshtonClaire Abbot nods to Mr. Olbers.
Rynn Dryke: *stuffs another piece in his mouth, with the other hand*
Krychton Ghost: I’ll go recon sir?
Bart Olbers: Miss Abbot… How are you today?
Wilhelm Kilda: recruits invalids and…

AshtonClaire Abbot: I’m well and how are you?
Thomasito Rhapsody nods
Maxie Mu shakes her head, still grinning, and shoves her hand at him in a “naw” motion… “S’allright..”
Wilhelm Kilda: er…. parolees
Bart Olbers: a bit hungry, but otherwise ok
Francine Aristocrat: Yes Miss Estwee, we need more soldiers watching the hills *Looks at herr bandaged arm.*
Traci Munster moves up to the other people…Hello
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and stuffs the piece he offered into his mouth as well, with a broad grin*
AshtonClaire Abbot motions to the table…..
Wilhelm Kilda: Pvt. Willhelm Kilda Salutes
Rod Eun: Afternoon Ma’am.. *tips his hat to Traci
AshtonClaire Abbot: please sir….help yourself to some food.
Francine Aristocrat: hello Miss *smiles at Traci*
Traci Munster: How are you all doing today?
Krychton Ghost: where you see the indians?
Bart Olbers: looks good… Have you made it, Miss Abbot?
Estwee Vansant nods back at Miss Francine: I don’t undertand why the army won’t hunt them all down already. Hmph.

Wilhelm Kilda: Miss did you see who shot you?
AshtonClaire Abbot: I made a pie that got devoured *laughs*
Rod Eun: Doing pretty good, thank ya Ma’am.. *nods again to Traci
Francine Aristocrat: Point up the hill to herr right “Up there sir.”
Rynn Dryke: *finishes the whole plate really fast *
Krychton Ghost: HAY if you seen them, where are they?
Krychton Ghost: ma’am?
Mollie Nootan: halloo folks, I be mollie an me fiddle
Wilhelm Kilda: did you see who did it?
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, we got some music
Rod Eun: Yes, they need ta git on the ball, with then injuns all over… *nods now to Estwee
Maxie Mu smears candy around her face with her sleeve, and cocks her head. “You know how t’play tag? We can play, if y’want…”
Rynn Dryke: *licks fingers*
Wyatt Alderton: How you doing there, soldier
Wyatt Alderton: Alderton of the Pioneer
Wyatt Alderton: We support our Army and our troops at this paper
Krychton Ghost: I’ll cirle th camp sir
Francine Aristocrat: Looks at the mounted office ‘That was a few days ago sir, I doubt if they are there. But they wear near that dead man I found.”
Traci Munster: Are there lots of indians around i have not seen any
Thomasito Rhapsody: Will you and the Pvt Portilo stay here
Wyatt Alderton: Let’s enjoy some music!
Rynn Dryke: *dries his hands on his pants and stands up, watching her* mhm?

Wilhelm Kilda: sir yes sir
Francine Aristocrat: The fidler is here?
Wyatt Alderton: what the what?
Thomasito Rhapsody shouts: Ghost!
Bart Olbers eats the pie: Hummmm, delicious…. Who made this pie?”
Wilhelm Kilda mutters like they will still be there
Wyatt Alderton looks around
Wyatt Alderton: A ghost? Where?
Rynn Dryke: *points to himself* Frederick, *then points to her and tilts head*
Thomasito Rhapsody shouts: Sergeant!
Traci Munster: Ghost is my Husband.
AshtonClaire Abbot: I think Mrs. Alderton did.
Wilhelm Kilda: to be honest Miss injuns wouldnt likely shoot you
Traci Munster laughs
Rod Eun: More Ghosts?
Wyatt Alderton: I heard Ghost and saw a story
Maxie Mu watches him back, wondering. “Y’know…tag. I…oh! I bet you don’t speak no english, huh? I’m Max…” She points to herself with her thumb. “Max…”
Wilhelm Kilda: more likely a drunken miner cleaning his gun
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, everyon enjoy the fiddle
Rod Eun looks around.. “Well better ghosts than injuns”
Thomasito Rhapsody sees a familiar scarf on his neck from a shooter he has seen a while back
Wyatt Alderton: Take a paper there, by the beer
Rynn Dryke: *smiles friendly* hello max!
Watermelon on Cutting Board: Enjoy a juicy slice of watermelon, Bart Olbers !
Randall Carfield picks up the chicken and starts knawing it
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Thomasito Rhapsody keeps a eye on the man carefully
Bart Olbers eats the water melon
AshtonClaire Abbot peeks around the corner at the children and smiles.
Wyatt Alderton: What a lovely gathering, you all make the Black Hills Pioneer proud
Wilhelm Kilda: Hostiles are on the Powder River
Traci Munster: So this is a nice gathering today
Wyatt Alderton: We got ourselves the making of a great city
Krychton Ghost: SIR Beg to report?
Maxie Mu laughs, happily. “Hiya, Frederick! Didya like the stories? I liked the one with the bird-ghost best, I think…”
Thomasito Rhapsody whispers to pvt john and pvt will about hte man behind them with the scarf “keep a eye on that bloke”
Krychton Ghost: NORTH end clear
Wyatt Alderton: It was ma’am, thank you for your poem. Takes a little courage to get up there.
Wilhelm Kilda: 2nd 3rd and 7th Cav are going after them
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow and looks her up and down while she speaks*
Rod Eun looks to the fiddler… “Your fiddler’s got a nice pair off… um… hands there Wyatt… ”
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs slightly and grins*
Wyatt Alderton looks over “You know, as an editor I am proud to say I know what sells”
Traci Munster: Yes it does
Thomasito Rhapsody whispers to the man on the horse ” watch the man with the red scarf by the table with the food”
Estwee Vansant bobs her head from side to side.
Randall Carfield reaches around the table and slides a couple of peices of bread into his jacket quickly
Wyatt Alderton: I had a time in the theater, and what sells there too is a bit similar
Wilhelm Kilda: it goes well you got nothing to worry about
Rod Eun nods to Wyatt and holds up his glass
Wyatt Alderton: Those are awful strong fingers I see up there
Wilhelm Kilda: it doesnt then your in trouble
Johnpaul Portilo: watches as ordered
Rod Eun: Hmmm? oh yeah, strong fingers… yes Sir…
Thomasito Rhapsody puts the cane over his soldier starting to enjoy the music
AshtonClaire Abbot enjoys the beautiful music.
Randall Carfield walks up with his back to the apple barrel, he starts grabbing apples behind him and filling up his sleeves with them
AshtonClaire Abbot claps!
Wilhelm Kilda listens to music…
Wyatt Alderton: The Irish have very, very soft hands *sighs*
Wilhelm Kilda: .even though its irish he enjoys it
Rod Eun whispers to Wyatt… “ya best watch your fiddler there, she’s a crafty one… she was in the Cricket the other evening.. working on a drunk fella”

Randall Carfield grabs a peice of water melon he sticks one in his mouth and two in his pockets
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles enjoying the wonderful music.
Wyatt Alderton looks over at some fast motios by the table and walks over with a big smile
Seth Riverstone sidles over to Randall. “Be glad youv’e got women around you. I’d shoot yer dead fer threatening those children.”
Wilhelm Kilda notices how popular the lemonade is
Traci Munster: Very beautiful music
Wyatt Alderton: How you doing gentlemen? enjoying the musician, I mean, the music?
Thomasito Rhapsody gives room for ghost and traci
Randall Carfield looks over to Seth and laughs at him then continues with his meal.
Thomasito Rhapsody: pardon me sergeant
Maxie Mu sighs, and shakes her head. “Huh….how’m I sposed ta play if you caint unnerstand me? Waitasec…I know!” She grins, and reaches over to tap Frederick on the shoulder, then giggles and runs around the corner, stopping to see if he follows.
Rynn Dryke: *points to the house, or where the crowd stands and looks to her, running his finger down his cheek as if crying and shrugs, *
Wyatt Alderton: Riverbanks, I hear you had to shoot a fella yesterday
Bakery Basket of Cinnamon Swirl Bread: Enjoy a slice of Freshly Baked Cinnamon Bread, Rod Eun !
Wilhelm Kilda remembers the Colonel “5 years in the stockade”

Seth Riverstone: Yessir. Fella tried to rob the saloon of its opening takings.
Wyatt Alderton smiles at the child who peered around the building
Seth Riverstone: he’s buried behind the saloon.
Rynn Dryke: *looks startled a moment*
Rod Eun take up some bread
Rynn Dryke: *laughs and runs*
Wyatt Alderton: Sad, sad, but not unnexpected. Poor fool. He say anything?
Seth Riverstone: not much sit.
Wyatt Alderton laughs at the children
Seth Riverstone: Sir*
Wyatt Alderton: ahh to be younng again

Rynn Dryke: *reaches for her arm*
Maxie Mu trips over a root, stumbling just long enough for Frederick to grasp her arm
Rynn Dryke: hab dich! *calls out and runs away*
Maxie Mu giggles, and shakes her head. “You got me! I’m coming!”
Mollie Nootan: alright, stomp them feet
Rynn Dryke: uhaaaa
Wyatt Alderton: Alderton of the Pioneer, nice to meet you. Thanks for coming.
Maxie Mu reaches for his collar as she runs, laughing.
Rod Eun: Mmm.. that was right tastey
Wyatt Alderton: You enjoying the music?
Randall Carfield: Oh… err… ya swell party. I likes yer fiddler… makes me wanna dance a diddy meself.
Rynn Dryke: ugh! verdammt *laughs*
Wyatt Alderton: Well you go ahead, all the other guys are ‘fraid
Rynn Dryke: *stands still a moment to let her run away again*
Wyatt Alderton: You’d be setting a good example
Randall Carfield: Oh… well…. uh… err.. I *looks around* shore…
Wyatt Alderton claps to the music
Maxie Mu laughs, and runs into the crowd, slipping in and out of adult bodies…
Wyatt Alderton: In any town I’ve ever been in the fiddler and the editor were among the most popular people, and the fiddler always better paid
Rynn Dryke: *follows her, not looking to his left and right*
Randall Carfield looks around and does afew awarkward dance steps
Mollie Nootan: grins down at the little girl
AshtonClaire Abbot taps her foot at the lively tune.

Rod Eun watches the kids run by
Randall Carfield: Yes sir… might tired from dancin’ now I am…
Maxie Mu giggles, running in and out of the crates…

Rynn Dryke: *tries to grab her dress*
Wyatt Alderton: Come on then, man, do a jig
Wyatt Alderton: It’s time to be Irish
Daisy Stratten: Woooooooo!!!

AshtonClaire Abbot chuckles.

Johnpaul Portilo: notices the lemonade kicking in
Daisy Stratten winks at the little girl
Wyatt Alderton claps his hand as he dances
Daisy Stratten spins and laughs
Wyatt Alderton stretches his legs out a bit to work out a kink in the knees
Maxie Mu tries to jump onto the stage just as he grabs her hem, and falls to her knees on the boards, giggling so hard she can’t stand up.
Francine Aristocrat: claps her hands and giggles at Mr. Alderton.
Rynn Dryke: *reaches for the dress again and giggles*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Well cmon folks don’t stand there lookin’ daft let’s dance to this lady’s fine music.
Mollie Nootan: grins and hops up and down on her crate
Daisy Stratten: heya Cletus, how are ya hon?
Randall Carfield walks over, “Miss Daisy ya a are a visiion of spring time”

Rynn Dryke: *helps her to get up again and starts runnign away*
Daisy Stratten chuckles, “I’m off duty, hon.”
Wyatt Alderton: How about the happy couple over here dance? Always nice to see a shiny Army uniform in good use
AshtonClaire Abbot chuckles at herself for dancing
Maxie Mu gasps, catching her breath, and shakes her head. “Just a sec, just a sec! Ok, here I come!”
Mollie Nootan: if ye doan know how to dance , gimme a yell Ill show ye how
Francine Aristocrat: Giggles at Miss Ashton.
Randall Carfield: Well sorely ya’d dance with an old poke like me.
Seth Riverstone: ‘tag, fred’rick.
Rynn Dryke: *hides behind mr alderton*
Daisy Stratten: Sure hon, jig with me *winks*
Wyatt Alderton laughs at the boy behind him
Rynn Dryke: *looks distracted to seth*
Rynn Dryke: hallo!
Rod Eun: Careful there, ya damn kids… *fumbles with is plate
Wyatt Alderton: What a fine young man
Wyatt Alderton: You read yet, son?
Mollie Nootan: laughs, pound the ground an let them ghosts know to git on their way
AshtonClaire Abbot: Freddy…..Dance???
Rynn Dryke: *spots max right beside him and wides eyes, runs away again*
Maxie Mu stops short, looking from Frederick to the man and back again. “S-s-sorry, sir…din’t mean nothin’ by it…”
AshtonClaire Abbot laughs.
Daisy Stratten shakes her head a bit and laughs at Cletus

Thomasito Rhapsody: haha easy there lil one
Rod Eun: That’s alright girly, just run over there somewheres….
Wyatt Alderton: Hello mister, did you get some food?
Wyatt Alderton stops dancing a breathes heavy and rests hands on knees
Mollie Nootan: common laddies doan be shy
Daisy Stratten eyes the army men and blinks nervously
Rod Eun: Odd ball kids.. *shakes his head and eats again
AshtonClaire Abbot breathes hard from dancing and laughs at herself.
Wyatt Alderton smiles at the young girl “And do you read?”
Rynn Dryke: *glances to max and smiles*
AshtonClaire Abbot puts her hand on her chest as she catches her breath.
Daisy Stratten: Wooooooo!!! Cletus!!!
Francine Aristocrat: giggles silly
Randall Carfield: I dunno whats get these stiff pricks down….
Maxie Mu runs after Frederick, and stops when spoken to to bob a quick clumsy curtsy. “Yessir! I read to Pa alla time!”
Randall Carfield: Whooooo hooooooooooo!!!
Mollie Nootan: yeeeeehaaaaaaa kicks up her skrits to her bloomers
Thomasito Rhapsody: francine its good to see ya
Wyatt Alderton: Excellent, I have a special gift for you
Wyatt Alderton: Something relaly magnificent, young lady
Wyatt Alderton walks over toward the beer
Francine Aristocrat: nice to see you too Thom!
Rynn Dryke: *tries to sneak up from behind to poke her in the back**
Wyatt Alderton picks up a paper
Maxie Mu’s eyes widen, and she watches him, keeping an eye on Frederick at the same time.
Thomasito Rhapsody sees ashton
Wyatt Alderton shows her the paper
Wyatt Alderton: This here is among the most powerful instruments known to men
Wyatt Alderton: It can drive presidents to madness, and fools to greatness
Wyatt Alderton presents her with the nnewspaper
Thomasito Rhapsody: i apologize ashton for yesterday -scratching his nneck-
AshtonClaire Abbot glares at Thom.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Pology accepted.
Mollie Nootan: kicks her heels into the air
Rynn Dryke: *pulls playfully at maxs clothes and runs away again*
Francine Aristocrat: applauds!
Wyatt Alderton laughs at the boy and grins at the girl
Thomasito Rhapsody: life was made to be happy and do what you can do to make it the happiest it can be… so
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Daisy Stratten: Yer alright for Irish, Red.
Maxie Mu looks at the newspaper, and grins. “Yessir? Well, I guess Pa might like it…thank ya!” Turns and run off, clutching the paper and chasing Frederick.
Wyatt Alderton claps and looks over to see women dancing
Wyatt Alderton: Smart girl
Wilhelm Kilda also eyes beer…
Wyatt Alderton looks over and appears to be studying closely to make sure the fiddler doesn’t fall off the box
Maxie Mu jumps to tap Frederick on the shoulder, grinning.
Maxie Mu: Gotcha!
Francine Aristocrat: Looks at Thom “Did you upset Miss Ashton?” *frowns at him*
Wyatt Alderton takes a deep breath and starts a jig again
Rynn Dryke: uhhhhh *stops and tries to turn around very quick, but slips and has to get up first*
Wilhelm Kilda remembers again the Colonel “5 years in the stockade”

Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Francine Aristocrat: “Oh right, I was there!”
Johnpaul Portilo: Nods and doesn’t take anything
Wilhelm Kilda enjoys looking at the pretty whore, the only woman here he doesnt have to look up to

Johnpaul Portilo: Which one is…

Randall Carfield jigs back back the tables again
Maxie Mu holds the paper to her chest with one hand, and giggles. “I think I better get on home…Pa’s likely up by now, and he’ll get real mad if I’m not there…”
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and watches her quizzically*

Randall Carfield swings his arms and spins around and staches afew more peices of bread to stuff in his jacket as he twirls
Rynn Dryke: *gives her a grin*
Maxie Mu sighs, and pats her chest, then points down the street. “I…have t’go home!”

Rynn Dryke: *looks down the street where she points at and wrinkles brows, looking to her again* bye bye?

Johnpaul Portilo: She is a pretty whore Wil
Johnpaul Portilo: You are right
Thomasito Rhapsody looks at pvt john takeing note
Maxie Mu grins, nodding. “Yeah! You got it! Bye for now, anyways…mebbe I’ll seeya next time I get to come in t’town!”
Rynn Dryke: *smiles and waves* bye bye !
Johnpaul Portilo: Focus back on scarved man
Bart Olbers decides to leave the gathering and return to the fort
Wilhelm Kilda wishes the newspaperman was in charge of punishment in the 2nd US Cavalry

AshtonClaire Abbot sways to the music.
Maxie Mu grins, and waves as she scampers off down the street.
Rynn Dryke: *smiles and waves*
Wilhelm Kilda: Ma’m Army Regulations prohibit crushing civillian feet under regulation boots
Thomasito Rhapsody chuckles
Francine Aristocrat: takes out her pocket watch and slaps her forhead “I have to run. Thank you Mr. Alderton.” *applauds!*
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the crowd*
Wilhelm Kilda: unless a proper state of emergency is declared

Wyatt Alderton coughs
Francine Aristocrat: See you later Miss Aston *smiles at her*
Wyatt Alderton: Well uh, I meann
Rynn Dryke: *sees the empty plate beside the building and blinks*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mr. Alderton….If I can help clean up or do anythin’ jes let me know.
Thomasito Rhapsody: would somone shootin at your feet be a state of emergency .. you might wanna dance my friend …
Wyatt Alderton: Remember, folks, the Pioneer cares about your community
AshtonClaire Abbot: Take Care Miss Fran!
Rynn Dryke: *picks it up*
Francine Aristocrat: Messes up Frerick hair and pinches his cheek gently.
Rynn Dryke: *glances to francine*
Randall Carfield: Ah yuss this dancin’ done tuckered… mee… *takes a deep breath* whooie best I go rest a spell….
Wilhelm Kilda: If you wish I may tip you I song I learned from the Irish Brigade
Mollie Nootan: hope he dont want me to fiddle and screw em at the same time
Daisy Stratten: See ya later hon
Wyatt Alderton: Uhhh yes, thank you Miss Mollie, I know you have to go …
Mollie Nootan: curtsies nicely… how bout me pay?
Rynn Dryke: *sets the empty plate on the table*
Randall Carfield: Ya can count on it Miss Daisly, *slaps her on the ass before heading up the hill*
Wyatt Alderton: oh yes yes, hold out your hand
Mollie Nootan: puts out her palm
Daisy Stratten squeals and shakes her head
Wyatt Alderton: or your … *looks at her chest* pouch
Wyatt Alderton pulls out a small bag ad sticks in thumb and finger
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hello Fred.
Mollie Nootan: grasps it grinning, lovely
AshtonClaire Abbot: Did ya get plenty to eat?
Rynn Dryke: *glances to ashton and smiles*
Mollie Nootan: ill give ye a deal on yer next one, 2 off for a full night
Wyatt Alderton pinches three times and puts the results in her hand
Mollie Nootan: grins watching him
Wyatt Alderton: Well we’ll do this again, you played well and the men loved it
Rynn Dryke: iiit? yes. freddy iiit pie freddy iit… mhm.. *shrugs* hühnchen
Mollie Nootan: *murmers* I be at the boardin house too if ye want a ride *winks*
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles.
Wyatt Alderton: Last chance to get food, folks, fill up
AshtonClaire Abbot notices her boss.
Albert Starsmith: stands watching the crowd and rolls a cigarette
AshtonClaire Abbot: S’cuse me Fred.
Mollie Nootan: carefully puts the gold in her pouch and stops by the food table
Rynn Dryke: *watches her leaving*
Wyatt Alderton: Want anything else to eat there, son? *looks at the boy*
Albert Starsmith: hello mis Abbot
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hello Mr. Starsmith.
Wyatt Alderton: You too, soldiers, we need a well-fed army
Albert Starsmith: looks like a party
Johnpaul Portilo: It was a fine event Mr. Alderton
Wilhelm Kilda: thankee sir
Rynn Dryke: *looks around, noticing the man watches him while speaking, and just shrugs slightly*
Mollie Nootan: grasps a piece of pie and some bread
Wyatt Alderton: Good to have you boys aroud in case of trouble, I noticed that
Wyatt Alderton: whe we have a new president I’ll write and thank him for men like you
Thomasito Rhapsody: im going on patrol men..
Wyatt Alderton: You get eough to eat, Riverbanks?
Albert Starsmith: looks at the blonde man
Johnpaul Portilo: XXX, Salutes
Thomasito Rhapsody: Cpt. Thomas O’Connel salutes
Wyatt Alderton: Who’s your friend here, Miss Abbot?
Thomasito Rhapsody: ill be around
Wilhelm Kilda: but after 15 years of salt beef, anything else just seems so insubstantial
AshtonClaire Abbot: I trust you been well Mr. Starsmith?
Rynn Dryke: *looks up to the soldiers and salutes playfully*
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Albert Starsmith: aye miss long trip but well have some new stock in soon
Wilhelm Kilda: howdy son
Albert Starsmith: im Doc Starsmith MR
Wilhelm Kilda: you remember what i told you
Wyatt Alderton: Fine to meet you, sir, Alderton of the Pioneer
Rynn Dryke: *smiles to the soldier and tilts head*
Wyatt Alderton: Your employee here told us a fine story today
AshtonClaire Abbot: Oh, I believe Mr. Alderton wanted to speak with you about advertisin’ sir.
Albert Starsmith: aye you runnin the paper ??
Wilhelm Kilda: coupla years you can be a bugler
Wyatt Alderton: She’s got a great voice
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and blushes.
Wyatt Alderton: Well no one runs a paper, it’s more I give the people a voice and the paper comes along
Albert Starsmith: yes i dropped an note about our cock fight comin up in 8th of may
Wyatt Alderton: But yes, we’d love to proclaim your fine place to the world
Wilhelm Kilda tips cap to the pretty fiddler
Wyatt Alderton: I’m printing up 500 copies for Laramie and another couple thousand for points east and south
Mollie Nootan: winks at the men, lovely day isnt it…walks off swaying her hips and humming her tune
Wyatt Alderton: We’re going to be selling in St Louis come June
Albert Starsmith: obliged to have ya let folks know about the best saloon in the camp
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the tall soldier interested and points at him, making chopping and hacking motions* freddys dam?
Mollie Nootan: evenin mr Alderton
Wyatt Alderton: I would, anything in particular you want us to say, or the usual?
Wyatt Alderton: Evening, Miss, thank you again
Johnpaul Portilo: Hi there lad
Wilhelm Kilda watches her go
Wyatt Alderton: What kind of ladies you have working in there? *smiles innocently*
Albert Starsmith: usuall though ya might mention miss Abbots cookin
Wyatt Alderton: We were in there the other day, very comfortable
Johnpaul Portilo: Where too Wil?
Albert Starsmith: well we got 3 soilded doves i reckon you know what they are
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mr. Starsmith is quite the visionary….he has wonderful plans for the place.
Wyatt Alderton: Was that your place, where those fellas from the store contest played?
Wyatt Alderton laughs
Albert Starsmith: smiles
Albert Starsmith: yep
Wyatt Alderton: I think someone told me once, alright, well we’ll drop a hint or two
AshtonClaire Abbot laughs recalling the spectacle.
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles nose, noticing he didnt understand*

Wilhelm Kilda: we need to get started for Laramie
Wyatt Alderton: Smart peoplle to associate with, Runningbear and Bertrand
Albert Starsmith: that was miss abbots good idea
Wilhelm Kilda: 283 miles
AshtonClaire Abbot blushes.
Wyatt Alderton: Good people, businesspeople have to stick together
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head, listening to the soldier*
Albert Starsmith: aye there good folks carried in some supplies for them
Wilhelm Kilda: thats why we have beards when we get here
Albert Starsmith: i have a freight run tween larmie an here once a week
Wyatt Alderton: Where you from, Mr. Starsmith, lately?
Rynn Dryke: *looks interested to him*
Albert Starsmith: points east
Albert Starsmith: smiles at the man
Wyatt Alderton laughs
Wyatt Alderton: What do you like best about the business?
Albert Starsmith: why money an gold o course
Rynn Dryke: *picks up another watermellon piece and munches it while walking around, looking to the peoples faces*

Wilhelm Kilda: it aint like you can just jump on a wagon and get here instantly
Wyatt Alderton: Easier tha mining
Wyatt Alderton: Oh here’s that young buck again
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles at Freddy.
Albert Starsmith: and helpin good ladies like this one
Wyatt Alderton: Son, can you read?
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and blushes.
Rynn Dryke: *grins to ashton, spilling some juice around*
Wyatt Alderton smiles at Miss Abbott “who also plays mean piano”
Albert Starsmith: smiles at the kids hat
AshtonClaire Abbot: Yes, Mr. Starsmith was kind enough to offer me a job cookin ‘ for him.
Wyatt Alderton: That’s good, men want a complete package, and they want food too
Albert Starsmith: aye she does play a fine piano
AshtonClaire Abbot: Need more folks in this here camp made of the same fiber as Doc Starsmith.
Albert Starsmith: ahhhumm
Wyatt Alderton: You know, I didn’t evenn eat whe I was there, I was negligent and foolish
Rynn Dryke: *just looks around from one to the other*
Albert Starsmith: well now miss i aint too sure o that
America Abrahams: looks at the mess and sighs…they ain’t et it all
Wyatt Alderton: America! How are the girls?
Wyatt Alderton: Grace alright?
America Abrahams: ornery
Rynn Dryke: *perks up*
America Abrahams: oh she fine, dress is a mess though
Rynn Dryke: america?
Wyatt Alderton: Serves em right. Mary being with a boy.
Rynn Dryke: america! *smiles broadly and waves to her*
Wyatt Alderton: yes, this is America.
Albert Starsmith: hey kid
America Abrahams: well how do Frederick, ain’t seen you in a spell
Rynn Dryke: hello!
Albert Starsmith: what happened to the china hat you had
America Abrahams: grins…Biscit!
Wyatt Alderton: America this is Miss Abbott and Mr. Starsmith
AshtonClaire Abbot laughs remembering the china hat.
Rynn Dryke: biskit, pie! yes! *laughs*
America Abrahams: hello sur, sur
Albert Starsmith: Nods to the lady of color
America Abrahams: *chuckles at the kid*
Wyatt Alderton: Mr Starsmith is the proprietor of the Bella Union
AshtonClaire Abbot: Yes sir, I’ve already had the opportunity to meet America .
Wyatt Alderton: Love that name, by the way
America Abrahams: Mister wyatt you got to wish sometimes them girls were boys
Rynn Dryke: *doesnt understand what they talk about and concentrates on america*
America Abrahams: ohhh I know that place
Wyatt Alderton: I wish every day the girls were boys. I don’t want my girls dishonored.
Albert Starsmith: hello Wihelem
Wyatt Alderton: One was seen with a boy, it’s shameless
Wilhelm Kilda clicks heels
America Abrahams: hmph
Wyatt Alderton: Howdy there soldier, get enough to eat?
Wilhelm Kilda: Thankee Sir
America Abrahams: how you Freddy *grins at the boy* you want some apples?
Rynn Dryke: *explains to wyatt* frederick boy, yes
Wyatt Alderton: When you boys defend this town, remember the Pioneer fed you

Wilhelm Kilda: You folks take care now
Wyatt Alderton: Huh what, boy yes?
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow to america*
Wilhelm Kilda: keep your whisky locked up
America Abrahams: wiggles her finger at himto follow
Albert Starsmith: aye solider you be carefull too
Rynn Dryke: ohhh
America Abrahams: looky what you got here…the more you eat, the less I carry
Rynn Dryke: *gives her a knowing grin and winks*
Wilhelm Kilda: bye all
Wyatt Alderton: That’s good advice. I didn’t look as much in the hils as I shoulda when we were having our tales
Wyatt Alderton: Take care, soldier
Albert Starsmith: well mis i reckon i need to get to the saloon
Rynn Dryke: *gets an apple out and stuffs one under his shirt, gets another one out and holds it in his hand*
Wyatt Alderton: I’ll see you over there, nice place
AshtonClaire Abbot nods.
Albert Starsmith: make sure its cleaned after barts mess
Wyatt Alderton: How you doin, soldier?
America Abrahams: there ye go
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mabel and I cleaned it best as we could and aired the saloon out from that stench he left.
Albert Starsmith: you need someone to walk ya home
Wyatt Alderton: I may go check on my wife, she had a spill and was quite upset

Wyatt Alderton: America, you alright here?
Johnpaul Portilo: Thank You for asking
Albert Starsmith: ahhhh miss i sure amn sorry about that
Wyatt Alderton: That boy gonna protect ya?
Johnpaul Portilo: I’m still thirsty
America Abrahams: pie too, an bread, looks like the meats gone but don’t be shy…otherwaise that piggy will get it
Rynn Dryke: *looks from america to the man who calls her*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Oh no thank you Mr. Starsmith….I’ll be alright.
Wyatt Alderton: I think there’s still some beer, help yourself
Albert Starsmith: you sure now miss
Wyatt Alderton: Remember whenn the Injuns come that it was the Pioneer that fed ya
Johnpaul Portilo: I think the saloon may have what I need
Rynn Dryke: *looks to america and points at the man* wyatt?
Albert Starsmith: getting a might dark
Wyatt Alderton: You know, that’s a better idea
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head asking*
America Abrahams: Yes, that be Mr. Wyatt
Wyatt Alderton: Your business is appreciated
Rynn Dryke: *nods and grins and looks to him*
Wyatt Alderton: Who what? Yes, I’m Mr. Wyatt
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles at Mr. Starsmith.
America Abrahams: bossman
Rynn Dryke: *smiles to him friendly*
Wyatt Alderton: That’s etched on my chest, bossmann
America Abrahams: I just telling freddy here who you is
AshtonClaire Abbot: Thank ya kindly sir…I have to stop on a couple of errands on my way…I’ll be fine.
Rynn Dryke: marrant?
Wyatt Alderton: You shoulda seen etchings on a fella’s chest today? *shudders*
Wyatt Alderton: What now? marrant?
America Abrahams: she back home doing chores…*gets a satisfied smile*
Wyatt Alderton: How do you know her?
Rynn Dryke: *walks over to the house to see if shes around*
Johnpaul Portilo: Those induns more and more recruits for us everyday
Albert Starsmith: ok miss i need to get out of this her stiff collard suit
Albert Starsmith: hate dressin up

Rynn Dryke: *stops as he stands in the way*
America Abrahams: this little fella stopped by theold house

Albert Starsmith: yu take care now
Wyatt Alderton: What did you say about my daughter?
Rynn Dryke: mhm?
AshtonClaire Abbot: You look very refined sir.
America Abrahams: this her be freddy
Wyatt Alderton looks down at the boy
AshtonClaire Abbot: But I do understand……you have a good evenin’ sir.
Rynn Dryke: *looks puzzled and listens to the tone in his voice*
Wyatt Alderton: this is … the boy?
America Abrahams: he seems to know marrant
America Abrahams: he’s just a little fella
Wyatt Alderton gets a stern voice “Do you know Mary?”
America Abrahams: hemay not understand you sir, don’t speak no english
Rynn Dryke: marrant, daisy, misses alderton, america wyatt *nods unsure and points to the old house*
Wyatt Alderton: Oh. Oh alright we all met
Wyatt Alderton: But you don’t know Mary?
America Abrahams: yessum, he know grace too
Rynn Dryke: *looks confused because of the tone and peeks unsure to america*
Wyatt Alderton looks suspicious
America Abrahams: it ok Freddy, he nice

Wyatt Alderton: If I see Mary with you, young man, I’m gonna have your father whip your butt
Rynn Dryke: *turns the apple somewhat nervous in his hands and looks up to wyatt*
Wyatt Alderton: German?
Wyatt Alderton: Um
America Abrahams: he dont know Mary.. I dunno,maybe
America Abrahams: he somethin
Wyatt Alderton: What’s German for father?
America Abrahams: shrugs mystified
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow unsure as wyatt speaks*
Wyatt Alderton: if sie mit Mary, oder father whipen eine butt
America Abrahams: freddy you come see us, you got to cross the street now
Wyatt Alderton: Or something like that
Wyatt Alderton: Well I made my point
Rynn Dryke: *glances totaly confused to him* mhm?
Wyatt Alderton: uh
America Abrahams: chuckles… confused herself
Wyatt Alderton: Well never mind, nice meeting you, sonn
America Abrahams: he just little Mr. wyatt, he ain’t no harm
Wyatt Alderton: Long as you don’t know Mary, I’m a happy man
Wyatt Alderton: Good fella then, I tell you what
Rynn Dryke: *looks unsure to his face, trieing to read his impressions and the tone*
Wyatt Alderton: I got a present for you, son *suddenly smiles*
America Abrahams: raises her eyebrows
Wyatt Alderton picks up a paper
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the smile and smiles unsure back*
Wyatt Alderton presents him with the paper
America Abrahams: Mr. whyatt got somethin for you
Wyatt Alderton: Here, you can use this to teach yourself American
Wyatt Alderton hands him the paper
America Abrahams: look a that
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the paper* ohh no freddy yes *points at the paper* , house! *points to the hills*
Wyatt Alderton: Newspapers won us our country’s freedom, and they win it again every day
Wyatt Alderton: Hmmm I want to meet your father *smiles sweetly*
Wyatt Alderton: here, son, take the paper *offers it again and looks suspicious at the boy, and at America*
America Abrahams: ain’t sure he got people or not

Wyatt Alderton: Oh *looks down* Well he must have someone
America Abrahams: he ain’t starvin
Wyatt Alderton: Long as he don’t have Mary, I’m a happy man

Rynn Dryke: *takes another one and looks at it and shrugs, looks to wyatt again and smiles* sankee
Rynn Dryke: wyatt, freddy frends?
Wyatt Alderton: you’re welcome. Abraham Lincoln taught himself English with a newspaper
Rynn Dryke: *smiles friendly*
Wyatt Alderton laughs “Sure, son” extends hand
Rynn Dryke: *takes the hand with a grin*
America Abrahams: chuckles…too bad, yes too bad them girls ain’t boys, they so much easier
Wyatt Alderton: Sie bist eina good kid boy sprecht … or something
Wyatt Alderton shakes the lad’s hand vigorously
Wyatt Alderton: Now go read American
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, I’m gonna check on Grace
Rynn Dryke: ohh yes! freddy good! freddy boy! good! *smiles happily as he seems to understand*
America Abrahams: she ok, ill get on this mess
Wyatt Alderton: Uh, yes, yes good
Wyatt Alderton: Lord, he’s eager, we should put him in sales in a couple years
Wyatt Alderton: You know .. son, you need a job?
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head watching him interested*
Wyatt Alderton: I’ll pay you a nickel to deliver papers
Wyatt Alderton looks up at America “Businesspeople out here love children”
America Abrahams: oh now that a good idea

Rynn Dryke: *watches him still*
Rynn Dryke: *just smiles*
Wyatt Alderton: Uh *studies face, realizing he doesn’t understand*
America Abrahams: stomps her feet as if shes walkin…s hoot i dont know how to say that
Wyatt Alderton: I went out with a German girl, but we didn’t speak much
Wyatt Alderton: Hmmmm
Rynn Dryke: *looks to america as she comes to motion something*
Rynn Dryke: bye bye? *looks asking to her*
Wyatt Alderton: uh, du bist eine moven mit der ger-papers
America Abrahams: well we figure it out
Wyatt Alderton: yeah, I can check a dictionary. he’s got an appealing face. Women will love him.
Rynn Dryke: *glances to wyatt* ich bin keine möwe * wrinkles brows*
America Abrahams: he a good kid
America Abrahams: whats a mowe?
Wyatt Alderton: yes, yes, you ich, Freddy, sorry uh .. good boy
Wyatt Alderton: friend
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, I’m gonna check on Grace, America call if ya need help
Rynn Dryke: *nods* yes freddy good freddy boy *nods*
America Abrahams: alright Mr. Wyatt
Wyatt Alderton: Good bye, Freddy, you go read American. Abraham Lincoln taught himself English with a newspaper
Rynn Dryke: *looks from one to the other*
Wyatt Alderton looks around
America Abrahams: I do that
Rynn Dryke: *smiles* bye bye wyatt
Wyatt Alderton: Well that was damn fun. We may last in this town.
America Abrahams: come here freddy…motions him to the table
Wyatt Alderton: If it lasts … alright, bye bye *grins and waves*
America Abrahams: you kin help me
America Abrahams: hands him plates and stacks the water melon on top
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her, looks at the table and back to her again*
Rynn Dryke: *looks confused to the plate and watches what shes doing*
America Abrahams: here you carry that… picks up a stack of dishes and the bread, making sure she can balance it
Rynn Dryke: *balances it well, but still looks confused*
America Abrahams: house!
America Abrahams: come on you follow me, we got a new house
Rynn Dryke: freddys house? *blinks*
America Abrahams: no wyatt house
America Abrahams: come on
Rynn Dryke: wyatt house *nods and walks over to the old house*
America Abrahams: walks carefully
America Abrahams: over here now, this way *wags her head the other way*
Rynn Dryke: *looks confused as she walks another way*
Rynn Dryke: *follows unsure*
America Abrahams: motions him with her head
America Abrahams: kiks the foor open
America Abrahams: we moved..plunks it all donw on the table
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and carries the plates to the table to set it down there*

Rynn Dryke: *looks around, seeing stuff in the house, he knows already*
America Abrahams: picks up an old apple basket and fills it with bread a hunk of pie and a few slices of meat
Rynn Dryke: marrant misses alderton daisy america …house?
America Abrahams: that right
Rynn Dryke: *glances around*
America Abrahams: marrant misses alderton daisy america house
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles nose, then nods*
America Abrahams: points at the floor, they livin here now… lord i hope they stay, i gonna break my back movin em
Rynn Dryke: marrant? *looks around as if he wants to find her somewhere*
America Abrahams: you want this? shakesthe basket of food to call his attention to it
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the basket*
America Abrahams: left overs, maybe you full already
Rynn Dryke: *glances inside*
America Abrahams: gestures with the basket.. you kin have it
Rynn Dryke: *smiles some and looks up to her*
Rynn Dryke: freddy?
America Abrahams: *nods at him and smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly*
America Abrahams: Yes, that freddy’s basket
America Abrahams: holds it out to him
Rynn Dryke: basket?
America Abrahams: yes
America Abrahams: them girls gettin porrage tongiht, they being punished
Rynn Dryke: *takes it and looks happy* freddy basket! mhmmm lecker!
America Abrahams: *chuckles*
America Abrahams: there you go
America Abrahams: an thank you for helpin me..
Rynn Dryke: freddy basket house * nods to her*
America Abrahams: I can get that fool chinese to pick up the rest from auntie blue
America Abrahams: yessum, that freddy basket house marrant missus alderton house
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head confused but smiles*

America Abrahams: *laughs* that freddy basket
Rynn Dryke: freddy *stomps feet* freddys house
Rynn Dryke: *grins*
America Abrahams: nods *stomps her feet* yessum freddies house
America Abrahams: you got to go little man?
Rynn Dryke: *looks still happy and gives her a little wave , trying not to drop the basket *
Rynn Dryke: bye bye!
America Abrahams: *grins* you go on an git that out of here fore them girls descend on you like vultures
Rynn Dryke: oh,…sankee * raises the basket a little and grins*
America Abrahams: *waves* bye bye
America Abrahams: *grins at him*
America Abrahams: helps him open the door
Rynn Dryke: *beams and walks out, carrying the basket proudly*

(( Many people gathered in front of a stage, beside the Deadwood Pioneer. The event has already started and Wyatt is on the stage ))

Gracelyn Alderton: looks facinated
Wilhelm Kilda remembers Colonels words ‘Five years in the Stockade’
Johnpaul Portilo: heh
Johnpaul Portilo: Jail is lonely
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘ofcourse not’
Traci Munster nods her head
Rod Eun nods.. “he should be shot on site”
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘let em guys have fun’
manda Selona interested in the story she gets up and sits by francine
Wyatt Alderton: What do others think?
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘why shoot em. just because of that reason. that doesnt mean murder ?’
Mahaila Bertrand lowers her head to avoid commenting as she reaches into her small purse and retrieves a piece of linen with a threaded needle poked through it and begins embroidering
Caed Aldwych: The two men should just have themselves a dual
Traci Munster looks over at the stranger next to her and shakes her head
Rod Eun: Ya cannot lay down with another man’s woman, and get away with it…
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘itl be like hey your with my wife. imah shoot ya now’
Johnpaul Portilo: I think if husband got a gun then he does the shootin
Johnpaul Portilo: not up to me
manda Selona decides to stand not wanting to ruin her dress
Estwee Vansant: It is a violation of the sacrament of marriage. He will be punished by God.
Wyatt Alderton nods, listening to everyone, smiling at the exchanges
Rod Eun: Well, if’n he’s caught in the act, then shoot um’
Wilhelm Kilda: not unless you lock the door properly
Rynn Dryke: *looks around to the people and snatches a piece of blueberry pie from the table*
Wyatt Alderton sees a boy by the food table and looks to see if the food is still there
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘yah but yall cant just shoot sombody for a stupid reason yall’
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘that will be murder’
Wilhelm Kilda winces ‘did I say that out loud’
manda Selona giggles noticing rods comment
Johnpaul Portilo: heh sure did Wil
Mahaila Bertrand bites her lips to hide her amusement at some of the answers as she makes small and neat stitches
Rynn Dryke: *hides behind the barrel*
AshtonClaire Abbot looks over at the table and waves at Freddy.
Rod Eun: I don’t think that is to unreasonable, can’t go taking another man’s women, gold or suchs.. just ain’t right
Wyatt Alderton: This is fascinating, good conversation folks
Johnpaul Portilo: recalls many a town and many a woman a few years back
Gracelyn Alderton: lets out her breath.. what an amazing story!

Wilhelm Kilda: back home in Missouri such a verdict would never have been reached
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘in mah old days in this city. em folks could just do that.’

Rynn Dryke: *munches the pie*
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘and if the girl agrees what is wrong bout it ?’
Caed Aldwych looks over at the man and stares curiously at his strange clothing
Johnpaul Portilo: There are always orders to follow not question …stares at this Wyatt
Gracelyn Alderton: they should be punished equally
Rod Eun: I’m sure if that happened here, the dumb Fuch would be shot on site, if like I said, he was caught in the act.. then God can sort out the rest
Wyatt Alderton: My wife will tell you my main concern was why you’d try to cook another fellow’s organs in front of your stepdaughter, but it does the suggest the fellow never tried to concel a body before
Wyatt Alderton nods, stepping back and letting folks talk as he looks around for any signs of anything like trouble
Gracelyn Alderton: fantasitcally gruesome
Eloise Karsin: “Don’t see how any a’ that matters. I think tha’ worse part of it is the gristly way the killin’ was done. That alone makes it somethin’ awful that should be punished. What was happenin’ in the bedroom ain’t amount for squat in comparison.”
Traci Munster looks around hoping her Husband shows soon
Johnpaul Portilo: sighs
Wyatt Alderton: Any other thoughts? Interesting discussion.
AshtonClaire Abbot listens to the array of remarks with interest.
Rynn Dryke: *looks around, trieng to look inconspicious*
Rynn Dryke: *snatches another slice*
Mahaila Bertrand works a tiny knot into the fabric and produces a small pair of ornate scissors as she looks about the crowd
Gracelyn Alderton: it is a horrible story but somehow… romanitic
Rod Eun: That part weren’t too good neither, but the paperman just asked about killing a fella, for sleepin’ with your wife…
Agnes Wellesley clears her throat and glares at the boy
Mahaila Bertrand: Perhaps..we could speak of more local news as there are ladies present
Rynn Dryke: *turns and sees the woman and better runs*

Rod Eun: It sure was an interestin’ story.. *he nods and drinks on his lemonade
Johnpaul Portilo: Piomeer is a fine publication
Johnpaul Portilo: These stories comefort
manda Selona smiles and walks off thinkin what she will do later
Johnpaul Portilo: I heard about a man that cut his own hand off from a trap to survive but I don’t feel like telling it

Gracelyn Alderton: thinks a moment then starts in a suprisingly loud voice
Gracelyn Alderton: If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say
Wyatt Alderton smiles and looks around, scans the hills for any guns and looks back, smiling broader
Gracelyn Alderton: ‘I love her for her smile -her look -her way
Of speaking gently -for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
Gracelyn Alderton: A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ -
Rod Eun claps

AshtonClaire Abbot stands up.
Wyatt Alderton tries to catch her with both arms
Wyatt Alderton: owwww
Wyatt Alderton looks up with a stage grin “hahahah excuse us”
Wyatt Alderton: she’s jumping because we are going to elope

Wyatt Alderton: Got a story, sir?
Wyatt Alderton kisses her cheek and leads her around boxes toward the chair
Wyatt Alderton: Jump on up, introduce yourself
Rod Eun goes to get more lemonade
Wyatt Alderton looks enviously as the man’s chest
Rynn Dryke: peeks around the corner*
Estwee Vansant gasps and covers her eyes.
Johnpaul Portilo: hello Soldier
AshtonClaire Abbot blushes.
Wyatt Alderton: Go ahead, there, fella
Krychton Ghost: How you doing trooper?
Caed Aldwych shakes his head at the man’a attire
Krychton Ghost: SGT. Ghost here….. any more of us here?
Johnpaul Portilo: There was some fine storytelling
Johnpaul Portilo: Wil is nearby
Wyatt Alderton: Well met Mr. Beresford, glad to have you here and if you brought gold finds with you, all the better
Rynn Dryke: *wrinkles brows as there are too many people around and creeps away*
Wilhelm Kilda: Sgt!
Wyatt Alderton: I’d jump on stage with you but inn the comparison ladies might think I was the goat
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘i see town changed. and thats good. i would like to meet all of yall. again. some may remember me as a total well. prick’

AshtonClaire Abbot gasps at the profane word.
Wyatt Alderton’s eyes widen and then he grins and looks around
Estwee Vansant stands up with a huff.
Rod Eun: This is quite a story… *he mubbles into his lemonade
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘im sure to make no trouble with em law poeple. too much.’
Wyatt Alderton: Good to meet ya, fella, and we can all talk after, do you got a poem or story?
Wyatt Alderton: I want to make sure the folks with stories or poems can finish
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘a story of a gloreous time’
Krychton Ghost LOOks at JAmes……

Krychton Ghost: james???
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘it was 10 years ago. and the town was springin with nice peeps’

James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) looked to the guy and said. shut it im tellin a story
Krychton Ghost: please get down….
AshtonClaire Abbot wonders what a peep is.
Wyatt Alderton: Fella can finish, keep goin
Wyatt Alderton: There’s plenty of turns for everyone
Gracelyn Alderton: what no shirt?
AshtonClaire Abbot thinks she has peeped into keyholes before.
Krychton Ghost: OK then, go on…. be quick
Rod Eun: I think them army fellas, is in a rush ta read some poems…
Wyatt Alderton runs over to get himself some food
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘so gold came in with tons aday . the town had great days. until then the criminals came in and took it. now we werent proud of it. in the time we lost many good fella’s’
Wyatt Alderton smiles at the lady by the food and looks back to the stage

Rod Eun: He must be talkin’ on some place, out California way…

AshtonClaire Abbot thinks ten years ago…..we was still fightin the great war of northern aggression.
Wyatt Alderton whispers to the lady by the food “Alderton of the Pioneer, thanks for coming”
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) says ‘ah well im just sayin i like yall’
James Beresford (Darktoorper Amat) laughs as he walked off
Wyatt Alderton claps vigorously
Rod Eun claps
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, miss Abbott, you ready, or we gonna call on a gent?
Estwee Vansant frowns at him: Who is that man on stage? It’s disgraceful the things he said.
AshtonClaire Abbot: I’m ready Mr. Alderton.
Wyatt Alderton tuns back to the lady
AshtonClaire Abbot stands and walks up to the makeshift stage.

Wyatt Alderton: Disgraceful? I know, and here by the paper. I should pay him.

Rod Eun: Least his story, had a happy endin’.. *chuckles to himself
Wyatt Alderton: Be sure to introduce yourself, Miss
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles at Freddy hiding.

Gracelyn Alderton: looks confused…it was a good story?

AshtonClaire Abbot struggles to get on the stage.
Wyatt Alderton: Darling, you can sit down, someone else is …

Wyatt Alderton rushes over to help the lady
AshtonClaire Abbot turns and takes a deep breath.

Wyatt Alderton takes Grace’s hand to lead her to a chair
AshtonClaire Abbot: Folks, I’m Miss Abbot and I work for Mr. Starsmith as his cook down at the Bella Union.

Wyatt Alderton smiles and looks over at the child by the food
AshtonClaire Abbot: This here story I’m about to tell…..was told to me by my Mammy’s grandaughter….Lulabelle back in Vuhginia.
AshtonClaire Abbot: It’s called…..The Bleeding Heart Dove.
AshtonClaire Abbot poises herself with her chin held high.
AshtonClaire Abbot: The Civil War had ended, and the weary, defeated Southern soldiers had straggled back home to what was left of their families and farms. The slaves had been freed, but some had stayed on in the places where the family had been kind, or where the family had scattered and never returned.

Wilhelm Kilda fills a plate

Wilhelm Kilda: with assorted goodies

AshtonClaire Abbot: There was one such place in South Georgia – a once-beautiful plantation that had been abandoned before the war had even begun, and where the slaves had stayed in safety during the war, and had remained when freedom came. The land was rich, and Thomas, the young master of the plantation, had said it was theirs to farm and live off of until he came back came to claim it. So many of his former slaves chose to stay.
Wyatt Alderton nods at the story, looks around to see if any war veterans or others are reacting

Johnpaul Portilo: She’s beautiful

AshtonClaire Abbot: The memories and the story of the plantation had stayed, too. The story of the young master who had built the house for his beloved bride. The story of the sweet-smelling flower garden that his bride walked in every day from spring till fall.

Agnes Wellesley smiles encouragingly to the lady on stage
AshtonClaire Abbot: Melviny was only a young girl living in the slave quarters when Thomas lost his bride. She had held onto the memory of the young brides beauty and kindness throughout the dark and ugly years of war.
Wyatt Alderton looks over to see if the reference to a flower garden triggered any reaction from Grace
AshtonClaire Abbot: Melviny had held onto the other memories, too. The memories always began with laughter happiness seemed to come out of the windows and doors of that house, seemed to be part of the very walls and floors. It was the happiness of Thomas and his bride that made the plantation a good place to be: happiness breeds kindness and gentleness, they say.
Gracelyn Alderton: smiles
AshtonClaire Abbot: The story starts “ and ends “ in the flower garden of the big house. Every fine day, the young bride found time to come and sit in her garden, to smell the fragrant blossoms and cut the prettiest ones to decorate the house. Every day, Melviny worked in that garden, pulling the weeds and picking off the dead blossoms.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Melviny,the young bride would call,just come and smell this rose! Isnt it the prettiest thing you ever did smell?

And Melviny would run to the rosebush and inhale deeply. Oh, yes, maam, youre right! It is the prettiest smell in all the world!
AshtonClaire Abbot: Or, Melviny, you take some of these dahlias to your mamma. She likes pretty colors and these are the brightest Ive ever seen. Run, now! And Melviny would run with the handful of brilliant flowers, grinning to her mama, who would put them in a jar of water on the mantelpiece.
Wyatt Alderton sighs a bit at the memory of a rose, and looks around at the scraggly hillside
AshtonClaire Abbot: But one evening, when the moon shone full and bright, a screech-owl began to make a terrible noise outside the cabin where Melviny and her mama lived. Melviny ran to her mama in alarm at the screeching, unearthly sound, and her mama held her close.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Never mind, child, she soothed. Just an ol screech-owl calling to his kin.

But, Mama, Ive heard the others say that when you hear a screech owl keep hollerin and carryin on like that, someones gonna die!

No, child, theyâre just trying to scare you. Now you settle down and eat your supper. Nothin to worry yourself over.
AshtonClaire Abbot: But Melviny wasnt comforted. She watched everyone she loved, fearful of the screech-owls curse.

Two days later, as Melviny worked in the garden, she watched Thomas and his bride stroll out arm-in-arm. She saw the young lady bend to smell a new blossom, and she saw her drop to the ground in a dead faint.
Agnes Wellesley leans forward, eye rapidly blinking
AshtonClaire Abbot: Thomas cried out for Meviny, and she ran to his side, staring stricken at the ladys pale face. Melviny, run to the house and tell your mama I need her to bring smelling salts, Thomas gasped. And tell one of the men to go for the doctor! Run, now!

AshtonClaire Abbot she says with urgency in her voice.
AshtonClaire Abbot: And Melviny flew off to the house, while the master came behind with his bride in his arms. Melviny and her mama stayed at Melindas side with cold compresses and smelling salts, and they heard her weak voice when at last her eyes fluttered open: Thomas, Thomas are you there?Thomas hurried to her side. Yes, my love, Im right here. Are you feeling better? You gave us all quite a scare!
Wyatt Alderton looks up, worried for Melinda
AshtonClaire Abbot moving her arms as she recites the story from memory.
Agnes Wellesley wrings her hankerchief as she listens
Rynn Dryke: *glances to all the people, who look to ashton, and wonders what the heck is going on here*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Thomas, Im dying. Its true I know it is. But nothing can take me from you forever. Our love is too strong. Thomas, Ill come back to you. Ill come back as a white bleedingdove and live in the snowball bush in the garden.
AshtonClaire Abbot puts her hand on her heart as she continues.
AshtonClaire Abbot:No, my love, youre not dying, youre not!Thomas pleaded.
Wyatt Alderton sighs as he has a bad feeling this has a sad ending but then remembers readers love sad stories, and he smiles
AshtonClaire Abbot: But three days later, his young bride passed away without saying another word, and her grave was planted over with the flowers that she loved. Melviny and her mama felt sorry for Thomas, and watched him grieve until he himself was almost in the grave beside his bride. But finally his grief forced him to close up the house and to go away to Europe, where the sights and the scents and the very air would not remind him of his beloved. He told Melviny and her mama and all the rest of the slaves that the land was theirs to work and live off of until he came back. And he went away.
Agnes Wellesley dabs at her eyes and wipes her nose with her hanky
Wyatt Alderton: Awwwwwwww
AshtonClaire Abbot: Melviny continued to work in that garden every day. And every day, she looked for the white bleedingdove, but it didnt come. War broke out, and the master stayed away. Then freedom came, and Melviny and the rest of the slaves were freed. But Melviny and her mother stayed on at the plantation, harvesting a good garden crop that year and fixing their cabin snug against the winter winds. They had stopped expecting to see the master again, but they hadnt forgotten the snowball bush, still living  though not blooming in the otherwise ravaged flower garden.
Rynn Dryke: *wonders why so many look sad now and sniff – looks kinda perplex and stares at ashton, wondering still*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Then one day a letter came, announcing that Thomas was returning with a new bride. Melviny and her mama made the house ready for his return  and Melviny did her best to straighten up the garden, pulling the biggest weeds and pruning back the rampant growth. She was surprised to see that the snowball bush was in full, glorious bloom  the first time it had bloomed since Melinda had died. But she didnt have time to tell her mama until they stood together at the end of the drive, waiting to greet Thomas and his new bride.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mama, did you see it? The snowball bush is just covered all over with flowers this morning! You think maybe because Mr. Whitledge is coming home today? You think well see the white bleedingdove?

Hush, girl, you cant still be dreaming about that white bleedingdove. Therell be no such thing. Look, now, theres a carriage coming this way!
AshtonClaire Abbot: And there was. Thomas stepped out, and helped his new bride from the carriage. And as she was lifted down a mournful sound came from the garden. Melviny turned to see a white bleedingdove, sitting amid the blooms of the snowball bush.
Agnes Wellesley begins to weep openly
Wyatt Alderton looks horrified and yet thinks it’s nice to hear about a life a lot worse than his
AshtonClaire Abbot:Look, Mama! Just look there! But her mama shook her head, and greeted the couple and ushered them into the house. The white bleedingdove came every evening after that, and sat moaning in the snowball bush. The sound could be heard plainly in the big house, no matter how loudly Thomas new bride played on the piano or how far away she tried to get. It seemed to pierce her heart, and she cried all the time, and she never went into the garden.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Make it stop, she pleaded to Thomas. Make that bird stop crying!

Finally, Thomas had had enough. He took his gun and marched into the garden. And when he came near the bush, the bleedingdove rose up out of the bush and fluttered right in the air above his head. He raised the gun, and fired.
Agnes Wellesley gasps
Wyatt Alderton looks over, wide-eyed
AshtonClaire Abbot pauses for a moment to let it sink in.
AshtonClaire Abbot: THOMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A human scream sounded over the garden, and the bleedingdove flew away with a red stain over her heart. That night, as Thomas lay in his bed, he died suddenly of a heart attack. His new wife left, her heart also broken, but with grief.
AshtonClaire Abbot: The old house is still sitting there, neglected and decaying. A snowball bush still blooms each summer in its ruined garden, the petals foiling like tears into the rampant weeds. And flying in and out of the broken windows, nesting in the snowball bush, are dozens of white bleedingdoves with red stains over their hearts, grieving all the time.
Agnes Wellesley cries so hard snot runs out of her nose and down her face
Wyatt Alderton just stares at the stage, thinking maybe the other lady was right about doom
Wyatt Alderton: Uh well
AshtonClaire Abbot bows her head as she touches her heart singnaling the end of the story.
Wyatt Alderton: uh .. very … nice …
Wyatt Alderton pulls out a handkerchief and starts to applaud
Johnpaul Portilo: It was joyous
Agnes Wellesley begins to wail and stumbles to her feet
Johnpaul Portilo: Shes a fine cook too
Wyatt Alderton rushes over with the handerchief
Wyatt Alderton: That was a powerful story, ma;am, with a great moral
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the handkerchiefs and the clapping and looks all confused*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Thank ya sir.
Wyatt Alderton offers the handkerchief
Lolaraine McGinnis shrugs and takes another swig
Wyatt Alderton: That’s very nice, very moving
Francine Aristocrat: Wakes up from the sound of the applause and looks around a little starltled.
Gracelyn Alderton: claps her hands, very nice story
AshtonClaire Abbot she wipes a tear from her eye with her kerchief.
Rod Eun claps
Wyatt Alderton: Do you happen to know the price of the house?
AshtonClaire Abbot laughs.
Wyatt Alderton smiles softly and winks
AshtonClaire Abbot: I do not Mr. Alderton *laughs*
Wyatt Alderton: Well wow, who wants to follow that?
Wyatt Alderton: Did one of the soldiers have somethin?
AshtonClaire Abbot graciously takes her seat again.
Wyatt Alderton: Well that’s … that’s just a seriously sad story
Gracelyn Alderton: yes it is…. sighs
Wilhelm Kilda: nice story Miss
AshtonClaire Abbot looks over her shoulder.
AshtonClaire Abbot nods to the soldier.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Thank ya sir.

Wyatt Alderton: Anyone else?
Wilhelm Kilda: I like it when it turns out good
Wyatt Alderton: Now you all take food
Wilhelm Kilda hopes noone noticed he was’nt paying attention
Wyatt Alderton: Grab a paper by the beer there, put copies by your business if ya got one
Gracelyn Alderton: we did hire a fiddler didnt we?
AshtonClaire Abbot winces at the thought of eating raw meat.
Wyatt Alderton: Yes, let’s find the fiddler, does ayone else have a story?
Wyatt Alderton: I need someone else to take the stage and run things
Wyatt Alderton takes Grace’s hand
Wyatt Alderton: We;re going to go find the fiddler and start some dancin
Francine Aristocrat: I can grab my guitar and play some Gypsy music Mr. Aderton.
Gracelyn Alderton: smiles
Wyatt Alderton: You folks can grab some food or someone can tell a story
AshtonClaire Abbot stands up to go get a bite to eat.
Wyatt Alderton looks over at Francine “oh, guitar?>”

Francine Aristocrat: nods and smiles
AshtonClaire Abbot takes a piece of watermelon.
Wyatt Alderton: Well that’s mighty nice of you, sure, if you don’t mind
AshtonClaire Abbot takes another one for Freddy.
Wyatt Alderton: I love how we’re just all a big new community here
Watermelon on Cutting Board: Enjoy a juicy slice of watermelon, AshtonClaire Abbot !
Wyatt Alderton: Grace, care to join me in a dance?
Watermelon on Cutting Board: Enjoy a juicy slice of watermelon, Johnpaul Portilo !
Wyatt Alderton: You sure about that, Miss Francine?
Gracelyn Alderton: ohhh yes
Rynn Dryke: *looks to ashton*
AshtonClaire Abbot whispers: Hello there Fred!
Francine Aristocrat: I think this lady here has a story Mr. Alderton.

Traci Munster: Yes i do
AshtonClaire Abbot hands the watermelon slice to Freddy.
Wyatt Alderton: oh oh yes
Wyatt Alderton: Oh I;m sorry, I got distractd, please miss get up
Wyatt Alderton rushes over to help her onto the stage

Wyatt Alderton: Grace, stay right there
Rynn Dryke: ohh sankee

Wyatt Alderton jumps up and offers his hand

Rynn Dryke: *smiles and munches it greedily*
Wyatt Alderton: You have a large fella over there, we want you kept safe *smiles*
Traci Munster: Thank you Sir
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and stands back up to let Freddy stay undiscovered by the others.

Wyatt Alderton: Please introduce yourself and talk, I’m just going to rejoin my wife

Wyatt Alderton: Lovely dress, by the way. Grace, she has a lovelly blue dress on
AshtonClaire Abbot takes her seat again with her watermelon in hand to snack on while she listens.
Francine Aristocrat: Goes to her office to get hre guitar.
Lolaraine McGinnis looks around the people for possible customers
Traci Munster smiles at the crowd…Hello everyone I am Mrs. Ghost
Traci Munster: I have a nice poem I would like to read.
Gracelyn Alderton: smiles
Wyatt Alderton: Please do, please do
Traci Munster clears her throat
Traci Munster: Within the darkest of dungeons
And much to my chagrin
I found an empty passageway
Except for a ghost within
Rynn Dryke: *finishes the watermelon and glances around the corner to the delicious looking chicken*
Wyatt Alderton notes the display of cleavage in the lady’s dress and whispers to Grace “I need to get a camera to take a picture of this dear, be right back”
Traci Munster: He looked at me, excitedly
He danced about the hall
He stopped and glared into my eyes
I could not help, but fall.
Johnpaul Portilo: glances at the prostitute and then back to th stage
Traci Munster: I could not help but wonder
Why he asked me this
But when I stood to dance with him
He said he only wanted a kiss.
AshtonClaire Abbot looks on excitedly at the ghost poem.
Rynn Dryke: *peeks to the table from behind the barrel*
Traci Munster: I heard that chain still rattling
I heard a moan come from above
I didn’t want to kiss the ghost
Until he called me his Ladylove
Lolaraine McGinnis eyes the soldier and takes another swig
Traci Munster: This ghost of darkness, how could it be
That he could make me feel
A love that I have never felt
And have it feel so real
Wilhelm Kilda glances at audience notices some fellers who look like they can handle themselves
Traci Munster: He leaped at me, but faltered
He could not stand upon his feet
For he didn’t have any there, you see
He was nothing but a sheet.
Wyatt Alderton takes a picture and stops at the phrase ‘ghost of darkness’ likes it, and pulls out his notepad
Traci Munster smiles and gets off the stage
Wyatt Alderton has the camera out now and he looks around for other displays of cleavage
Wyatt Alderton turns back “Oh that’s very nice”
AshtonClaire Abbot claps loudly!
Wyatt Alderton claps
Rynn Dryke: *notices mr kunglers boots in front of his nose and backs away*
Wyatt Alderton: Very very nice
Estwee Vansant claps!
Claytanic Kungler claps
Gracelyn Alderton: claps!
Rod Eun claps.. “that’s one tricky ghost.. ” *claps again
Lolaraine McGinnis pats her bottle as a form of applause
Wyatt Alderton: Grace, I’ll be right back, stay right there
Gracelyn Alderton: nods
BlackJack Landar glances at Frederick and gives him a smile….
Wyatt Alderton: Well what talented people we have, does anyone else have something to share?
Claytanic Kungler: Mr. Landar I see you’ve managed to avoid an ill fate so far.
Wyatt Alderton sets up his camera by Lola “Excuse me, Alderton of the Pioneer, just stand there and look typical”
Lolaraine McGinnis wriggles her shoulders and pulls her top down slightly
Wyatt Alderton: What are you drinking?
Rynn Dryke: *peeks to blackjack and tries to look inconspicious and interested in the event*
Lolaraine McGinnis: Whiskey sir
BlackJack Landar nods slightly…..Yes, so far. I doubt I will have any problems.
Lolaraine McGinnis offers him the bottle
Lolaraine McGinnis: Want some?
Claytanic Kungler laughs, “I’d think not.”
Gracelyn Alderton: listens intently feeling from chair to chair
Johnpaul Portilo: I sure do
Wyatt Alderton: Uh *looks around and sees a lot of people* No thanks Miss
Wyatt Alderton: Alright anyone else, Grace, hold on
Gracelyn Alderton: stops
Wilhelm Kilda: some music will be a pleasing interlude
Lolaraine McGinnis shrugs and takes a swig
Wyatt Alderton reaches for her hand
Wyatt Alderton: Alright, Miss Francine?
Wyatt Alderton: Let’s go over by the meadow so no one trips
Gracelyn Alderton: I smell chicken
AshtonClaire Abbot stands up from her seat.
Wyatt Alderton: Do you want something to eat before dancing, dear?
Gracelyn Alderton: yes!
Wyatt Alderton guides her toward the tables
Gracelyn Alderton: follows the smell
Wyatt Alderton: Well that was nice
Wyatt Alderton: Great poems
Wilhelm Kilda glances at girl ‘you stowed enough grub kid?’
Wyatt Alderton: I like that phrase, ghost of darknness
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the people stroming the tables and stands up, pouting*

BlackJack Landar touches the brim of his hat….Good Evening folks.
Wyatt Alderton: that’s kinda like me as a writer. hello gents *smiles at the men by the tables*
Thomasito Rhapsody looks at the little boy
Gracelyn Alderton: oh yes, nice ones really *speaks while eating*
Wyatt Alderton: We’re the Aldertons of the Pioneer, how are you?’
Johnpaul Portilo: AHows that whiskey?
Wyatt Alderton: Chicken in the first place in front of you, dear, or would you like me to plate it?
Wilhelm Kilda notices officer
Maxie Mu looks up to the nice soldier, and shakes her head… “Umm…yessir. I mean, thank you…”
AshtonClaire Abbot shakes her head with her hands on her hips.
BlackJack Landar: I am Jack Landar…Pleased to meet you.

AshtonClaire Abbot: Well my pie got gone…….*glances over at Fred and grins*
Wyatt Alderton: Good to meet you Mr. Landar, where are you from?
Wilhelm Kilda: thats good honey
Gracelyn Alderton: mmmm watermelon
Wyatt Alderton: Hello Kungler, oh hi, Miss Abbot, very well come
Rod Eun glances about.. “I ain’t never seen so many army men in town, all the injuns must be dead… ” *chuckles and drinks some lemonade
Wilhelm Kilda: Pvt. Willhelm Kilda Salutes
Wyatt Alderton: Watermelon dear?
Thomasito Rhapsody: Cpt. Thomas O’Connel salutes
Claytanic Kungler tips his hat
Rynn Dryke: *peeks still around the corner to see if they eat really everything*
Gracelyn Alderton: yes please
Krychton Ghost salutes, Evening sir
Watermelon on Cutting Board: Enjoy a juicy slice of watermelon, Gracelyn Alderton !
Thomasito Rhapsody grins
Johnpaul Portilo: Snaps to attention
Gracelyn Alderton: spits out a seed
Thomasito Rhapsody: The new captain i assume
Wilhelm Kilda: Dispatch detail reporting sir! pvts Kilda and Portilo

AshtonClaire Abbot takes a chicken wing.
Wyatt Alderton: Did you hear that last story, Kungler? I life worse than ours.
Krychton Ghost: no sir, I am the SGt.
Wyatt Alderton: That was a lovely love poem there too
Gracelyn Alderton: someone is always worse off
Thomasito Rhapsody: i heard colonel was going to promote you… guess he hadnt gotten the time to get off his lazy ass -chuckles-
Claytanic Kungler chuckles, “Yes that’s true.”
Thomasito Rhapsody: no orders as of now soldiers
Maxie Mu notices the boy by the food tables, and wonders if he enjoyed the stories.
Gracelyn Alderton: spits out another seed
Watermelon Slice : Deliciously juicy, Gracelyn Alderton!
Krychton Ghost smiles, ” I am happy be enlisted sir… but I am here to do the job.
Wilhelm Kilda: sir!
Wyatt Alderton: I like a good sad story, but I prefer it when before someone dies, the editor comes in and save the day
Francine Aristocrat: Notices Misss Ashton swaying and smiles at her.
Claytanic Kungler looks over at the solider
Wyatt Alderton: Since that happens so often here in real life *smiles sincerely*
Gracelyn Alderton: all good people in stories die… actually all bad ones do too
Krychton Ghost: but thank you for the confidence sir
Lolaraine McGinnis notices the adorable little girl and vaguely wonders whose she is, but shrugs and takes a drink
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles back enjoying the guitar sounds.
Thomasito Rhapsody: i never intended to be a captain but i did want my stripes bad…
Rynn Dryke: *observes closely what people eat and how much and..everything*
Wyatt Alderton: This is very nice, Grace, isn’t it great to see a community coming together?
Wilhelm Kilda mutters out side of mouth ‘If it keeps them happy…’

Gracelyn Alderton: wyatt you should taste this
Wyatt Alderton: Oh Grace come with me, we need to keep a reader happy
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mr. Alderton , it would be lovely if we all had an editor come in and save our tragedies in life wouldn’t it?
Gracelyn Alderton: nods agreeing as she stuffs watermelon in her mouth
Wyatt Alderton smiles and reaches for her hand with the watermelon
Lolaraine McGinnis leans against the wall, steadying herself as she watches the people, noticing the men more than the women

Gracelyn Alderton: he can rewrite them so there need be no tragedy
Wyatt Alderton: Indeed Miss Abbott I can save people on demand, but I am unfortunately very expesive
Thomasito Rhapsody puts the cane in his left hand and offers to shake the sergeants hand ” Names Thomas O’Connel”
Francine Aristocrat: Decides to play just one more.

Rynn Dryke: *tries to sniff the chicken from afar*
Wyatt Alderton takes her hand and takes a bit of watermelon
Lolaraine McGinnis closes her eyes a little and listens to the music
Wyatt Alderton: If you will excuse us, I need to speak with someone, or please join us

Gracelyn Alderton: I like that music
Wilhelm Kilda notices Fred
Wyatt Alderton guides Grace a few feet away
Krychton Ghost graspes hand,” SGt. Krychton Ghost. From FT. vancover sir
Wilhelm Kilda: howdy again son
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and peeks to the litle girl*
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and nods at the couple.
Traci Munster: Hello Clay

Wyatt Alderton looks at Estwee “I want to apologize for the very rude behavior and that word earlier”
Watermelon on Cutting Board: Enjoy a juicy slice of watermelon, Traci Munster !
AshtonClaire Abbot: That was a lovely poem Miss…Ghost I believe?
Wyatt Alderton: I assure you I will reprimand the individual
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the soldier and smiles some*
Wyatt Alderton: This is my wife Grace, by the way
Thomasito Rhapsody: mm sounds great the more men the better

Estwee Vansant smiles politely: Apology accepted sir. You can hardly control what these people say.
Traci Munster: Thank you..smiles
Gracelyn Alderton: smiles and then frowns…ws someone, oh that man
Johnpaul Portilo: Looks at Estwee
Krychton Ghost: I have to agree sir… Seems like we have things afoot here
Thomasito Rhapsody: i can tell looks like youve been here before
Wilhelm Kilda winces
Wyatt Alderton: Well of course I immediately thought of beating him with my walkig stick *smiles over at the guitar music*
AshtonClaire Abbot: and what a lovely dress you are wearin’ ma’am…..blue is very becoming on you!
Estwee Vansant: Well met, Mrs Alderton.
Krychton Ghost: Longtime ago sir….
Rynn Dryke: *peeks to the girl again*
Thomasito Rhapsody: through the same stuff … procedures
Rod Eun: That sure was an odd fella there Alderton, I could hardly tell what he was talkin’ on.. bout gold and such
Wyatt Alderton: How are you … Rod, right? I don’t recall your.. oh it’s Eun
Traci Munster: Thank you it came from Paris
Krychton Ghost: passing through to FT. vancover. Long ride
Wyatt Alderton: Darling we’re also here with Mr. Eun who works at the Cricket
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles.
Gracelyn Alderton: what is wrong?
Rod Eun: Yep, that’s me.. doing good
Wyatt Alderton: Oh this fine lady objected to that man’s use of a word a bit ago
Gracelyn Alderton: he cursed
Watermelon Slice : Deliciously juicy, Traci Munster!
Wyatt Alderton: Yes he did. I was shocked. Shocked, I tell you
Gracelyn Alderton: ahhh well , yes, I m glad the girls were not here
Rod Eun: I like that story, the Ashton women told, even though I didn’t understand it
Thomasito Rhapsody: i like the hat

Rod Eun: Something bout if ya shoot a bird, make sure it’s dead? *shrugs
Estwee Vansant: Evie Vansant. My name, that is.
Lolaraine McGinnis hears Rod’s voice for the first time and looks over, looking closely at the woman beside him, wondering if she’s with him
Wilhelm Kilda: fine picking Miss
Johnpaul Portilo: Shes a fine guitar player
Maxie Mu waves a tiny wave to the boy, and grins.
Krychton Ghost: thank yo sir
Gracelyn Alderton: Nice to meet you Miss Vassant, is it Miss?
Rynn Dryke: *grins to the girl and waves back*
Estwee Vansant: How old are your girls, Mrs Alderton?
Thomasito Rhapsody: oh no kiddin
Thomasito Rhapsody pulls out a cigar and lights it
Gracelyn Alderton: Marry and Marrant are 13
Krychton Ghost: yep… my wife got it for me
Francine Aristocrat: Puts away the guitar and goes to get some food.
Estwee Vansant: Oh yes, I’m unmarried still.
AshtonClaire Abbot notices the little girl.
Wyatt Alderton: Thank you, that was wonderful playing
Wyatt Alderton: I would love to be a gypsy but I’d have to speak with my mother and father
AshtonClaire Abbot: Mrs. Ghost if you’ll excuse me ma’am.
Thomasito Rhapsody: whos your wife … haha so im sure not to mess with the wrong women
Francine Aristocrat: *smiles* Thank you for letting me play. Where is the fidler?
Gracelyn Alderton: nods… do you like stories, when they dont have obsenity i mean
Wyatt Alderton: Yes our children are 13 going on 30
Traci Munster: Yes?
Rynn Dryke: *gives the girl a thoughtful look and starts inching towards the foodtables*
Wyatt Alderton: One had been seen with a boy
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hello young lady?
Wyatt Alderton looks around for the fiddler
Krychton Ghost: heheh, allow me to introduse MRS Traci Munster sir
Wilhelm Kilda mutters ‘I still think nailing up dispatches in the Saloon was easier’
Wyatt Alderton: I may have to go get the fiddler she’s a .. uh .. businesslady. Might be … serving clientsa
AshtonClaire Abbot: Would you care for a lollipop?
Francine Aristocrat: Fredrick, hello!
Gracelyn Alderton: I paid for her lunch at the california… business lady?
Wyatt Alderton: Food. Serving them food.
Rynn Dryke: del*tries to appear very tiny and reaches for the chicken*
Wyatt Alderton: Lots of food. yep.
Maxie Mu jumps, and looks up at the lady as she approaches, dropping a clumsy curtsy. “Ma’am?”
Gracelyn Alderton: well that makes perfect sense
Rynn Dryke: *freezes and looks to francine*
Wilhelm Kilda: even if the took them straight to the outhouse
Thomasito Rhapsody: oh well its great to meet ya ma’m a big pleasure ” Thomas O’ Connel ” offers to shake her hand
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles to the little girl.
Lolaraine McGinnis smells the food but decides the whiskey will fill her up better
Wilhelm Kilda: a fine turn out sir!
AshtonClaire Abbot reaches into her satchel and produces the lollipop and extends her hand to the little girl.
Francine Aristocrat: Sind Sie hungrig?
Wyatt Alderton: Well let’s go find the fiddler, we promised dancing
Traci Munster smiles ..Very nice to meet you Sir
Gracelyn Alderton: i bet shes near the california

Gracelyn Alderton: we will be right back
Thomasito Rhapsody: i havent seen this many men in town for a while…
Traci Munster shakes his hand
Rynn Dryke: *looks around unsure before eying francine again and just nods , without a word*
Wilhelm Kilda winces again
Maxie Mu watches the boy out of the corner of her eye, hoping he gets some food alright…then her eyes are snagged by the candy, and she grins, reaching out a grimy hand. “For me?”
Wyatt Alderton: Indeed uh .. oh you want to come along, Grace?
Francine Aristocrat: Lassen Sie mich etwas zu Essen auf einem Teller für Sie.
Thomasito Rhapsody: men as i mean in soldiers … im possitive we can assure the indians wont be coming by
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and nods.
Wyatt Alderton: We can go by the .. uh .. restaurant
Bertrand’s Red lollipop : A nice red lollipop!
Rynn Dryke: *lifts both eyebrows, watching francine*
AshtonClaire Abbot: I’m Miss Ashton Abbot…..what is your name?
Wilhelm Kilda mutters Hostiles are on the Powder River which is where we should be
Krychton Ghost: never know sir…. going against impossable odds means more power to there religon
Francine Aristocrat: Takes a plate, puts ome chicken and brerad on it and offers it to Fredrick.
Johnpaul Portilo: Nods
Krychton Ghost: if they see power in it, they will be here
Rod Eun nods to Wilhelm’s comments.. “damn no good injuns”
Rynn Dryke: *smiles broadly, but looks around to the other people before taking the plate*
Maxie Mu takes the candy, speaking around it mushily. “Max…I’m Max. Pleasedtameetcha!”
Thomasito Rhapsody: mmm ya that and i dont see seth riverstone around … hes the one who bagged to indians on his own
Francine Aristocrat: Here sweetie eat *smiles at him tenderly*
Wilhelm Kilda nods to the couple
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles warmly.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Pleased to meet you Max!

Estwee Vansant overhears the conversation beside her and shakes her head: Savages.
Wilhelm Kilda: I hope you are taking precautions sir
Thomasito Rhapsody notices the man un identified in the calvary clothing

Francine Aristocrat: Notices his shyness “Its okay, eat.”
AshtonClaire Abbot notices Thom and remembers she is still mad at him for his rude comments yesterday.
Rod Eun looks at Estwee, then the Wilhelm, then back to Estwee…
Rynn Dryke: sankeee *grins and turns to leave with the plate, to a safe location*
Thomasito Rhapsody: hell everyones got guns far as im concerned we should be alright
Francine Aristocrat: Sie können essen dies. Es ist für jeden etwas.
Thomasito Rhapsody: soldier
Wilhelm Kilda: there is always the chance of hostiles in the area
Estwee Vansant: Miss Francine over there was shot by one of them last night.
Rynn Dryke whispers: *looks over to the girl while apssing and sneaks behind the building*
Johnpaul Portilo: Sir
Francine Aristocrat: I love that little boy. I wish I could adopt him if his parents don’t show up alive.
Johnpaul Portilo: Yes sir
Thomasito Rhapsody: most the town is here so we should be alright
Johnpaul Portilo: Stands at attention
Rod Eun: Don’t think we’ve met Ma’am, names Rod Eun, I work tendin’ bar over at the Cricket.. *nods to Estwee
Rynn Dryke: *looks over to the girl while passing and sneaks behind the building*

Donald O’Harra nodded, “Aye an’ I pan for gold in the Creek. Traded a bit of gold to Mr. Clay fer my Knife here.” he patted the bone handled Hunting knife, “But I just bought the Progressive Hall Saloon up the road.”
Rynn Dryke whispers: *looks around for some more planks*

Rynn Dryke: *peeks through the window*
Rynn Dryke: mhm *shakes head to himself and searches outside for left over planks*
Rynn Dryke: *peeks under the tent*
Rynn Dryke: *looks up to the men*
Lockmort Mortlock: well aint that a fact.. Mista Clay’s all got some fine cutlery. been meanin’ to head down thar myself to get on ole skinin knive. Reckon youz all caryin’ the old 96r and the the strong stuff in that ole Progressive , youz all just might get enough for one them Colts just by my own whistle wettin
Rynn Dryke: *smiles and waves*
Donald O’Harra smiled, “We got poker and Faro too Mr. Lock. If ya feel like a gamblin man we’re havin’ our grand openin’ Sunday at 7 in the eve. We got a Remington Derringer up for the grand prize. Second Prize was gon’ win another one of these durn Coach Guns I got, but I have the same problems as the one I got there…”
Rynn Dryke: *eyes the fence and looks around for planks*

Lockmort Mortlock looks over the Mista Donnie’s shoulder grini’n at the range boy, and pats down his beard. Well seems right Fine mista Donnie… Reckon Iz all could use a a bit of them laughin juices after this ole blistern week.

Donald O’Harra smiled, “Anytime Mr. Lock, I’d be happy ta serve ya.”
Rynn Dryke: *picks a broken , old looking plank up from he ground and pulls it away, slowly*

Lockmort Mortlock: Of course if them prize n’ spots ain’t all taken up.
Rynn Dryke: *looks around for more*
Lockmort Mortlock: much obliged for them words.. shewt, aint no arguin’ with the advantage of any Cartridge arm versus a front stuffer
Donald O’Harra shook his head, “Always room Mr. Lock. The prize of a Derringer and a ’73… hell, I’m sure folks will turn up in crowds. Course, the 2nd place could win the Derringer and third could win me Coach gun… if I can get er workin.”
Lockmort Mortlock: well Sunday seven…… all sounds might fine time for faro and firearms, Reckon you should all see me thar.
Lockmort Mortlock: much obliged for them heads up
Rynn Dryke: *gets up a bigger plank, that starts rotting already in the mud, and pulls it slowly away*
Donald O’Harra nodded, “Wonderful, I look forward to it Mr. Lock.”
Lockmort Mortlock peers over the fence “lookin like that boy got his crickets in that ole mud hole again…” Well mista Donnie, reckon its bout time i get this ole revolver back to the shop.. have a custom order for a fella in the mornin’
Rynn Dryke: *glances around again*
Donald O’Harra nodded, “Alright, if I don’t see ya, until sunday then Mr. Lock.” he said with a wave
Lockmort Mortlock tips his top hat
Rynn Dryke: *looks around and sees his own build island*
Rynn Dryke: *stops breathing for a second*
Lockmort Mortlock gathers up his spent cases to roll out for later
Rynn Dryke: oh man! *calls out and runs to it*

Rynn Dryke: ohh.. * walks around, looking if everything is still there*
Rynn Dryke: *looks happy*
Rynn Dryke: prima, alles noch da!
Rynn Dryke: *starts to gather the loose parts and carries everything to the hills*

Rynn Dryke: *takes one of the ropes and pulls the raft towardsthe hills*
Rynn Dryke: das… kann… ich… gut.. brauchen * mumbles while pulling the heavy thing*

Rynn Dryke: *picks another plank up and carries it away* bye bye pig

((Fred is standing by a fire))

Adele Kling: Why hello there. Keeping warm
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the woman and smiles*
Rynn Dryke: hello
Adele Kling: You are a cutie pie. Whats your name?
Rynn Dryke: pie? *looks around*
Adele Kling: Are you hungry? *looks with some concern at the child*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and watches her*
Rynn Dryke: *raises one eyebrow*
Adele Kling: You probably should be home, getting toward night soon
Rynn Dryke: *grins some and points at himself* Frederick *points to her and looks questioning*

Adele Kling: Hello Fredrick *looks with puzzlement at the child*
Adele Kling: My name is Adele
Rynn Dryke: *listens intensely and smiles friendly* adele?
Adele Kling: Yes dear, Adele.
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Adele Kling: I think you are the first boy I’ve seen here.

Rynn Dryke: *points at himself and nods* boy

Adele Kling: Oh yeah you are a boy.
Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly*
Adele Kling: boy, where do you live?
Rynn Dryke: *looks at her and raises his hand up at the heigh she is, and looks up to his hand to see how much taller she is*
Adele Kling: And why ain’t you got shoes on?
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Adele Kling: No, I ain’t tall.
Rynn Dryke: no *nods and grins*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and watches her facial impressions and movements closely*
Adele Kling: Well little tyke I can stand here and try and talk with you all night. Got work to do.
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow* mhm?
Adele Kling: Are you deaf?
Rynn Dryke: *looks confused*
Adele Kling: Well that was a stupid question

Rynn Dryke: adele , frederick frends? *smiles friendly to her*
Adele Kling: um, yes sure tykey.
Rynn Dryke: tykey? *wrinkles nose*
Adele Kling: So you speak. Not much English I gather. Hmmm.
Rynn Dryke: mhmm *repeats and grins*
Adele Kling: Hmmm
Rynn Dryke: mhmmmm
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Adele Kling: Frederick eh?
Rynn Dryke: *nods and smiles and points to himself*
Adele Kling: Ein deutscher junge
Rynn Dryke: *blinks*
Rynn Dryke: ohh ja
Adele Kling: ja ja *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *laughs*
BlackJack Landar touches the brim of his hat…Evening.
Adele Kling: oh hello there
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the man* hallo!
Rynn Dryke: *smiles*
Adele Kling: meet my friend Frederick, seems he is German
BlackJack Landar smiles to both of them……Ah, Hello Frederick..
Adele Kling: Couldn’t figure him out. Still can’t.
Adele Kling: You were at Mah’s store. I work there now
Rynn Dryke: *watches the man*
Adele Kling: Frederick my friend, Ich muss gehen
BlackJack Landar smiles slightly…..You will find Miss Bertrand and Mr. Runningbear good to work for.
Rynn Dryke: wieso kannst du deutsch sprechen? *tilts head to adele and grins*
Adele Kling: got to go mister, i never got your name
BlackJack Landar: My apologies…I am Jack Landar.
Adele Kling: And I am Adele Kling.
BlackJack Landar: My pleasure.
Adele Kling: I best be off
BlackJack Landar smiles and touches the brim of his hat….
Adele Kling: Frederick, you need to speak English, this is America
Adele Kling: poor child, god knows where is parents are.
Rynn Dryke: *nods* america *points to a house far away*
Adele Kling: dear me.
BlackJack Landar looks where the boy is pointing….America?

Rynn Dryke: *nods* yes! america good. america frend , frederick. america biskits pie

Adele Kling: wo Ihre Familie ist
Rynn Dryke: *points to the hills*

BlackJack Landar frowns slightly……Too bad we dont have a school for the lad. I cant make out hide nor hair of what he is saying.
Adele Kling: Says his family is in the hills
Adele Kling: This camp will need an orphange at some time *sighs*
BlackJack Landar looks up in to the hills…..I pray they are not in the hills. It is very dangerous.
Rynn Dryke: america marrant misses alderton, wyatt… daisy.. *looks to the direction he pointed at*
Adele Kling: Well I best go. Night to you mister Landar

BlackJack Landar: Daisy? You know Miss Daisy?
Adele Kling: boy, Frederick Goodbye, Aufweidersohn. Got that?
Rynn Dryke: *turns to jack* yes daisy *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: auf wiedersehen adele*smiles broadly and waves to her*
Adele Kling: *plants a hand on his shoulder wanting to give him a hug*
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
BlackJack Landar: Frederick, where are you sleeping?
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the man*
Rynn Dryke: *lifts one eyebrow and looks confused*
Rynn Dryke: *points at him and looks in a questioning way*
Rynn Dryke: *points to himself* frederick *points to him again*
BlackJack Landar frowns…Sleeping? * puts his hands together and lays his head against them making snoring noises.
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
BlackJack Landar then points at the boy.

Rynn Dryke: frederick *repeats his motions and snores loudly, before pointing to the hills* house!

BlackJack Landar thinks he understands….A house in the hills?
Rynn Dryke: house *points again to the hills* frederick house
BlackJack Landar nods….Fredericks house, in the hills. *points*
Rynn Dryke: *points to him, making snoring noises again and looks questioning*
Biscuit Snoodle shouts out, “COME ONE, COME ALL, TA THE GRAND OPENIN’ O’ THE RIVERSTONE SALOON!”
Rynn Dryke: *looks around listening to the shouting*
BlackJack Landar points towards Mahs general store….Store. I sleep in the back.
BlackJack Landar turns toward the shouting.
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the house behind him* mhmm
BlackJack Landar: Boy, you hungry?
Lolaraine McGinnis shouts: where’s yer whores ‘n dancin’ girls?
Rynn Dryke: mhm?
Rynn Dryke: *watches him closely*
BlackJack Landar: Hungry? * makes motions of shovleing food in his mouth and rubbbing his belly.*
BlackJack Landar: Hungry?
Rynn Dryke: iiiiiiiit? frederick iiit pie *nods*
BlackJack Landar: Pie heh….well, I suppose it will keep you from starving.
Rynn Dryke: pie good
Rynn Dryke: *nods and smiles*
Rynn Dryke: ash tun pie
Rynn Dryke: america pie
BlackJack Landar blinks then smiles….I reckon you have been eating then.
Rynn Dryke: *smiles back and walks nosy a bow around him to have a look at his riffle *
Rynn Dryke: *points to it and makes gunshot sounds* peng peng!
Rynn Dryke: *gets his slingshot up to show it to him*
BlackJack Landar turns…..Yes, this is my shot gun…
Lolaraine McGinnis shouts: take a look at this honey, too bad ya ain’t got no girls over there *whips her skirt up again*
BlackJack Landar unslings it.
Rynn Dryke: *looks wary for a moment*
Rynn Dryke: *watches his face to see in what mood he is*
BlackJack Landar smiles…..and holds it out for the boy to look at.
Rynn Dryke: *smiles as well and moves a littlebit forward to have a look*
Rynn Dryke: ohh.. good? peng peng!?
BlackJack Landar nods…..Very good. Very good peng peng.
Rynn Dryke: *holds his slingshot in front of the mans eyes and points to himself* freddy good
Lillian Tomsen smbles up and clears her throat “Well there is my beloved, been looking for you, hon”
BlackJack Landar nods….I suppose that is the best slingshot I ever did see.
Rynn Dryke: freddy.. *points to the shootingrange* peng peng plong plong * makes several funny sounds*
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the woman*
BlackJack Landar turns…Hello My Dear. Just getting acquintated with my young friend here.
Rynn Dryke: *waves* hallo
Lillian Tomsen nods to the kid and looks at his slingshot “feisty lil fella”

Lillian Tomsen looks down and appears to study the slingshot “you make that?”
Rynn Dryke: *shows it to her as she seems to be interested* freddy good freddy *aims with it and fires a imaginative stone*

Lillian Tomsen arches her brows, impressed “I bet you are kid. Tell you what, you wanna make some money?”
Lillian Tomsen reaches into her glove and pulls out a coin, showing it to the boy
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow*
Rynn Dryke: *watches the coin*
Lillian Tomsen grins smugly and holds the coin out “go on kid, take it”

Lillian Tomsen: but I’m gonna expect you to remember where that came from and to keep that slingshot handy, got me?
Rynn Dryke: *raises his hand some to reach for the coin but hesitates and looks into her face again*
Lillian Tomsen nods and continues to hold it out
Rynn Dryke: *smiles broadly and gets it* sankeeee !
Lillian Tomsen points to herself “Name is Lil but you think of me as boss lady, theres more where that came from but you just remember that you work for me”
Lillian Tomsen: alright kid?
BlackJack Landar raises an eyebrow…
Rynn Dryke: *turns the coin happily in his hand before stuffing it in his pocket*
Rynn Dryke: *beams and looks up to her*
Rynn Dryke: *smiles to the man as well*
Lillian Tomsen grins at Jack “Little ones don’t get noticed in crowds, pays to have ‘em on yer side”
Lillian Tomsen: you’d be amazed what a boy like this could do when ya need a good diversion or a lil bit of revenge
BlackJack Landar looks at the boys hands….hmmmm, you know he would do well working a crowd.
Lillian Tomsen shrugs “i’m in the habit of setting up my networks regardless”
Rynn Dryke: *looks from one to the other interested*
Lillian Tomsen: aww, fatten him up a bit first, get him happy and loyal
Lillian Tomsen: reckon he knows what in the hell we’re saying
BlackJack Landar: If not, he will learn quick enough.
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head watching them*
Rynn Dryke: *smiles some*
BlackJack Landar reaches over and pats the boys shoulder.
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the man and grins*
Rynn Dryke: frederick *stomps his feet as if walking* house

Rynn Dryke: *points to the hils*
Rynn Dryke: *waves to them* bye bye!
Lillian Tomsen nods and winks to the kid
BlackJack Landar waves….See you later boy.

Rynn Dryke: *strolls around the construcion *
Rynn Dryke: *looks at the door and the planks lieing around*
Rynn Dryke: *mutters* das sind doch sooo viele.. das braucht man doch gar nicht alles…
Rynn Dryke: *looks around inconspicuous*

Rynn Dryke: *lifts the door at one side and sighs* man ist das schwer..

Rynn Dryke: *looks around again*
Rynn Dryke: *picks up a little bag with nails and a hammer and puts it on the door*
Rynn Dryke whispers: *looks around again* neee, so viel braucht man wirklich nicht um ein haus zu bauen.. das merken die nicht mal.. ausserdem wird meins viel schöner *brabbles to himself*
Rynn Dryke: *gets the door up and pulls it slowly away*
Rynn Dryke: *lets it swim in the creek and wanders beside the door through the water*
Rynn Dryke: *gets it out of the creek and continues pulling it up to the hills*
Rynn Dryke: *pauses several times to catch breath*

Rynn Dryke: *sets it down and starts hiding it with leaves and stones and dirt*

Rynn Dryke: *looks to the man and smiles*
Donald O’Harra looked at the young man then back at display. “A bake off… interesting…” he muttered. He never was much of a cook though.
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and grins and salutes like a soldier*
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles*
Donald O’Harra chuckled, and saluted back. He still wore his issued sidearm and shot bag. “Ain’t a soldier anymore laddie.” he said
Rynn Dryke: soldier *nods and grins*
Rynn Dryke: *points to the setup beside himself, shrugs and looks questioning to him*
Malrik Rajesh shrugged, “Fergot yer a kraut.” he sighed and shrugged in return.
Rynn Dryke: *nods and glances to the cosntruction again , scratches chin pondering about it*
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs again and points to the soldier*
Donald O’Harra chuckled, “Ah ye nae need to worry about that laddie. That kind of competition be fer the ladys.”
Rynn Dryke: *points to himself * Frederick *points to the man again and tilts head in a questioning way*
Donald O’Harra laughed, realizing what the boy was asking, “Donald. Nice ta meet ya Frederick.”
Rynn Dryke: *laughs aswell* hallo Donald! *beams*
Rynn Dryke: donald *makes hacking motions and points to the creek* fredericks dam?
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow and watches him closely*

Donald O’Harra shrugged, “Sorry boyo, ain’t got any idea about that…”
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs as well but smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *glances to donalds face and raises his hand to point at his own eye, looks to donalds eye questioning*
Donald O’Harra said two words, “Indian Tomahawk.”
Rynn Dryke: *thinks about it*
Rynn Dryke: indian? indianer? *raises eyebrow*
Donald O’Harra nodded, “Aye Indian.”
Rynn Dryke: *chin drops and he moves closer to him*
Rynn Dryke: *watches the scar*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head* hat es weh getan? blut? mhmmm *thinks* auaaa?
Rynn Dryke: *makes a sound as if something hurts badly*
Donald O’Harra didn’t mind. He was quite proud of it. He’d tell the story but he doubted the boy would understand it. He simply nodded at the boy’s noises.
Rynn Dryke: * wrinkles nose and looks sorry*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hello Frederick!
Rynn Dryke: *turns and sees ashton* ash tun! *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly and points to the man* Donald
AshtonClaire Abbot: And what have you been up to young man?
AshtonClaire Abbot turns to see who Freddy is pointing to.
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles politely
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hello ..Donald.
Donald O’Harra looks over at the woman, “G’day miss. Donald O’Harra at yer service.” the Irish accent of this man was very prominant
AshtonClaire Abbot nods.
Rynn Dryke: *points to his eye* indian ! *looks fluttered*
AshtonClaire Abbot looks questioningly.
Rynn Dryke: *makes fightingmotions*
AshtonClaire Abbot: You been figtin’ with Injuns Fred?
Donald O’Harra chuckled, “The boy means the scar on me face.” he pointed to his blind eye and massive scar on his face, “I fought Indians for a short time.”
Rynn Dryke: * nods* indians no good , yes *smiles*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Ohhhhh *nods in understanding* I’m terribly sorry to hear that sir.
Donald O’Harra smiled, “I ain’t. Proof this Irishman spilled his blood in service of his new Country.”
AshtonClaire Abbot: My goodnes Fred…..you could do with a good washin’! *notices the dirt all over his face*
Rynn Dryke: *looks at her as she says his name and smiles*

AshtonClaire Abbot turns to the man.
Rynn Dryke: *points to donald again* soldier
AshtonClaire Abbot: So you are new in town sir?
Donald O’Harra nodded, “Aye. Lookin’ fer gold like so many others.”
AshtonClaire Abbot takes out her kerchief.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Come here Fred…..let me at least wipe your face some.
Rynn Dryke: donald *makes hacking and choppinmotions* freds dam bye bye?

Rynn Dryke: *looks puzzled to the hankershief and automaticly cleans his nose on his sleeve*
AshtonClaire Abbot shakes her head and laughs.

AshtonClaire Abbot gives a sympathetic look to Fred.
AshtonClaire Abbot: Yes honey, I heard they tore down your dam.
Rynn Dryke: dam bye bye.. raft bye bye *frowns some*
Rynn Dryke: soldier raft, dam bye bye
Rynn Dryke: *looks to donald, point at him and shrugs*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Fred, will you let me wipe her face honey? No sense in you runnin’ round with a dirty face.
AshtonClaire Abbot nods in understanding.
AshtonClaire Abbot: So you are the one who tore it down huh?
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head, watching her*
Donald O’Harra sighed, “I got no idea what he’s on about. I got into town yesterday.”
Rynn Dryke: *glances to him as well*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Hmmm….
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and points at the construction behind him, and looks quizzical to ashton*

AshtonClaire Abbot laughs.
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles as she laughs*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Yes Fred……the two foul mouthed drunks are going to have a baking contest.
Rynn Dryke: mhm? yes? *tilts head*
AshtonClaire Abbot enunciates to Fred…..PIE!
Rynn Dryke: pie? *looks over to the setup* mhmmmm .. pie good
Rynn Dryke: *looks for pie*
AshtonClaire Abbot: THEY……MAKE……..PIE……..*simulates eating a pie*
Rynn Dryke: *looks and shrugs* no pie!
AshtonClaire Abbot laughs.
Rynn Dryke: *looks around searching*
Donald O’Harra sighed, “Shame the boy don’t speak the King’s…”
AshtonClaire Abbot: LATER……..*points to the sun*
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the sun and lowers eyes some because its bright*
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow and looks to ashton*
AshtonClaire Abbot points to the numbers on the sign
Rynn Dryke: *turns and looks*
AshtonClaire Abbot: SIX THIRTY……….THIS……..EVENING…….

Rynn Dryke: *chews on his lip as if to decrypt the sign*
Rynn Dryke: pie…. frederick pie?
AshtonClaire Abbot: Do you want some pie honey?
AshtonClaire Abbot: I have some down at the Bella now.
Rynn Dryke: pie good mhmm *rubs tummy, grins and looks from ashton to donald*
AshtonClaire Abbot: FRED….EAT….PIE……..COME ……FOLLOW ASHTON……
AshtonClaire Abbot motions for him to follow her.
Rynn Dryke: fred come iiit pie! *smiles broadly and seems to be excited*
Rynn Dryke: *stops and looks to donald* pie?
Donald O’Harra chuckled, “See ya later Frederick.”
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head watching him*
Donald O’Harra shooed him away, “Nae at the moment, go on now.”
Rynn Dryke: no? *shrugs* pie good mhmm! *advertises it as if he would sell it*
Rynn Dryke: *grins*
Donald O’Harra laughed, “Not at the moment boy, now get on with ya.”

Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and looks sorry to him as if he misses something*
Rynn Dryke whispers: *grins and waves before following ashton
AshtonClaire Abbot shouts: FREDDY!!!!! COME ….EAT PIE!!!!
Rynn Dryke: donald no pie
AshtonClaire Abbot: Does he want some pie too?
AshtonClaire Abbot: DONALD…..WANT TO EAT PIE ???
Rynn Dryke: *shurgs* donald no pie, donald *points to the direction he stands and shrugs*
Rynn Dryke: no pie donald *shakes ehad*
AshtonClaire Abbot shouts: SIR….IF YOU WANT SOMETHING TO EAT CMON ALONG THEN!
Rynn Dryke: donald* makes walkingmotions and points faaar away*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Go ….inside Fred…….sit
Rynn Dryke: *looks curious to the building*
Rynn Dryke: *stops in the door and glances around*
AshtonClaire Abbot puts her hand on his shoulder.
Rynn Dryke: saluun?
AshtonClaire Abbot: Don’t worry…..it is just me and you…..it is alright .
AshtonClaire Abbot: ONLY ASH TUN AND FRED IN SALUUUN.
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her quetioning* saluun *raises his hand and tiptoes* no saluun * makes himself small and little*
Rynn Dryke: mama , no saluun frederick!
Rynn Dryke: *nods to her*
AshtonClaire Abbot turns and motions for him .
AshtonClaire Abbot: I see….your Mama told you to not go into Saloons huh?
AshtonClaire Abbot: Well……I guess we will have a picnic then.
Rynn Dryke: mama no saluun frederick.. papa saluun yes, frederick saluun no
AshtonClaire Abbot: Wait here Freddy. I will go get the Pie.
Rynn Dryke: *looks nosy inside to see what shes doing*
AshtonClaire Abbot gets a Pie off the counter.
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the piano and the chairs and dancefloor and ponders*
AshtonClaire Abbot: Ok Fred……..here….we eat Pie out here.
Rynn Dryke: *eyes brighten as she comes out with the pie* ohhh good!

AshtonClaire Abbot spreads a blanket on the ground.
Rynn Dryke: *watches her and claps*yessssss

AshtonClaire Abbot: Ok…Fred…….let me see your hands!

Rynn Dryke: *sits down and beams up to her*

AshtonClaire Abbot: Hands *points to her hands*

Rynn Dryke: *looks at her hands*

Rynn Dryke: hands!
Rynn Dryke: *looks to her and smiles*
AshtonClaire Abbot points to Fred …..”Hands!”
Rynn Dryke: *shows her his hands and smiels*
AshtonClaire Abbot wipes his hands with her kerchief.

Rynn Dryke: *glances down and wrinkles nose* uhhh…
Rynn Dryke: *looks up to her* pie?

AshtonClaire Abbot: You ain’t gonna eat one of my pies with dirty hands young man.
AshtonClaire Abbot she sits the pie down in front of Freddy.
Rynn Dryke: *lifts eyebrow and listens to her tone*
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the pie and grins broadly*
AshtonClaire Abbot: You can have this whole pie……PIE…..ALL FREDDY’S! *points to Fred*
Rynn Dryke: *leans forward and tries to get a slice out*
AshtonClaire Abbot: I will go in a get you a glass of milk.
Rynn Dryke: freddsy pie?
AshtonClaire Abbot nods.

AshtonClaire Abbot: FREDDY’S PIE……ALL FREDDY’S!
Rynn Dryke: *beams and gets the slice out and starts munching it*
Rynn Dryke: *spreats crumbs and blueberries around*
Rynn Dryke: mhmm good pie* speaks with full mouth and shovels it inside with two hands*
AshtonClaire Abbot hands Freddy a glass of milk.
Rynn Dryke: *chews busy*
AshtonClaire Abbot smiles and laughs.
Rynn Dryke: ohhh good
AshtonClaire Abbot gave you glass cows milk.

AshtonClaire Abbot: You enjoy your pie….I will play you a song on the piano. Nothin’ like good music to enjoy your picnic right?
Rynn Dryke: *nods and shrugs and eats and drinks*
AshtonClaire Abbot props the door open so Fred can hear the music.
Rynn Dryke: *munches greedily*
AshtonClaire Abbot sits down and begins playing.
Rynn Dryke: *perks up to the music and glances inside through the window*

~”§$%&$/(%&§$(=%§$”) !! ~

(( Thank you SL for the kick with no return..*sighs*))

(Fred meets a man beside the General Store)

Bart Olbers: hey, little man….
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the man and smiles*
Bart Olbers: my name is Bart Olbers…. and yours?

Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and ponders, watching his movements*

Rynn Dryke: name? *tries to concentrate*

Rynn Dryke: *looks into his face to see his reactions*
Bart Olbers: yes…. Your name…
Rynn Dryke: *nods slowly and smiles, points to himself* Frederick
Rynn Dryke: *points to him* name?
Bart Olbers: nice to meet you, young mister Frederick
Rynn Dryke: *chuckles and nods* yes frederick
Bart Olbers: my name is Bart Olbers… I am from back East
Rynn Dryke: mhm * wrinkles brows and looks a littlebit puzzled*
Rynn Dryke: east?
Bart Olbers: yes…New York, to be more precise…
Rynn Dryke: ohhh! new york, yes! * smiles broadly*
Bart Olbers: Have you ever been there, Frederick?
Rynn Dryke: new york good *grins*
Rynn Dryke: *glances to him and smiles* gold?
Bart Olbers: no… business…. Do i look like a miner to you?
Rynn Dryke: no? *nods* saluun?
Bart Olbers: no… claims….
Rynn Dryke: no… mhmmmm
Bart Olbers: i am looking for good claims here in Deadwood…. for some influential and rich men, back East….

Rynn Dryke: east *nods* new york
Bart Olbers: they want to build a mine on those good claims…
Rynn Dryke: yes, *nods* good *smiles*
Bart Olbers: you know any good claims?
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and watches him interested*

Rynn Dryke: *seems not to plan to answer the question*
Rynn Dryke: *smiles friendly to him*
Bart Olbers watches Frederick with keen interest
Rynn Dryke: *gets his slingshot out and shows it to him*
Bart Olbers: you any good with that, Frederick?
Rynn Dryke: *fiddles with it in front of his nose* good, yes.
Bart Olbers: hum…. You don’t know anything about good claims?
Rynn Dryke: *looks to the soldier*
Rynn Dryke: *waves friendly* hallo
Wilhelm Kilda: howdy mister
Bart Olbers: hello, sir
Wilhelm Kilda looks at boy ‘hello son’
Wilhelm Kilda: My Colnel has sent me with dispatches to whoever is in charge here
Rynn Dryke: *points to the soldier and makes hacking and choppingmotions* raft, dam kaputt? *points to the creek*
Rynn Dryke: *glances to him*
Wilhelm Kilda: iffen there is such a person
Bart Olbers: well, i would not know, sir… I am here on business…
Rynn Dryke: *looks from one to the other*

Wilhelm Kilda: I guess I’ll just leave them in a saloon or a store
Bart Olbers: my name is Bart Olbers… I am from back East…..
Wilhelm Kilda: pleased to meet you…
Rynn Dryke: *smiles * saluun
Wilhelm Kilda: ..Ser… er.. Privae Wilhelm Kilda
Wilhelm Kilda: from Fort Laramie
Bart Olbers: nice to meet you, Private Kilda
Wilhelm Kilda nods
Wilhelm Kilda glancs at boy
Wilhelm Kilda: how about you son?
Rynn Dryke: *observes them and looks them up and down*
Rynn Dryke: * glances to the soldier*
Bart Olbers: his name is Frederick, he told me
Rynn Dryke: *smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *listens to the man and nods to the soldier* yes frederick
Rynn Dryke: *points at himself*
Wilhelm Kilda: looks like a likely candidate for the 2nd Cav.
Rynn Dryke: *shows the soldier his slingshot, raises it up*
Bart Olbers: from his accent, i take it, the boy has German parents…
Wilhelm Kilda: maybe in a coupla years
Rynn Dryke: *beams*
Wilhelm Kilda: well would balance out the micks some
Wilhelm Kilda glances at the darker cloth on his sleeves
Wilhelm Kilda: you here for the mining sir?
Rynn Dryke: *looks from one to the other again*
Bart Olbers: not directly, no, Private… My clients back East want me to check out good claims, so they can buy them and build a mine…
Wilhelm Kilda: well it probably beats standing in a frozen creek all day long
Rynn Dryke: *perks up* creek yes..uh oh *listens to the gunfire*
Rynn Dryke: *shrinks some and looks around*

Bart Olbers: someone is target shooting
Rynn Dryke: *realizes it is coming from the shooting range again and looks relieved*

Rynn Dryke: soldier *makes hacking motions* dam? creek?

Wilhelm Kilda: well practice makes perfect
Rynn Dryke: *points backwards to the creek*
Rynn Dryke: *looks in an asking way to the soldier*

Wilhelm Kilda: Dams sound like Engineers work to me son, I’m Cavalry!
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head and wrinkles nose, thinking hard*
Rynn Dryke: *rubs chin with his dirty hands* no?
Wilhelm Kilda: theres a hat just setting around, maybe those fellers could use a new target
Rynn Dryke: *looks quizzically to him*
Wilhelm Kilda: you gotta be careful with dams near a camp, they don’t mix
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs and smiles*
Rynn Dryke: *looks nosy towards the shooting range*
Wilhelm Kilda: lets see what these fellers are up to son
Rynn Dryke: *strolls over and glances to the men there*
Wilhelm Kilda: howdy mister
Rynn Dryke: *waves friendly to the stranger with the beard* hallo
Lockmort Mortlock tips his top hat giving a smile to the boy
Lockmort Mortlock: “Afternoon Gentleman”
Lockmort Mortlock: fine day for shewtin no less’
Rynn Dryke: *smiles back and chuckles as he sees his broken hat*
Rynn Dryke: *strolls closer*
Wilhelm Kilda: yes sir it sure is

Rynn Dryke: *points up to his hat and chuckles*
Wilhelm Kilda: specially with nothing shooting back
Lockmort Mortlock looks down giving a grin, grabbing his top hat, he gives it a flutter a top of his head to the boy
Rynn Dryke: *laughs*
Rynn Dryke: *starts wandering around the man, watching him up and down*
Bart Olbers: i might look for a replacement for my Colt Army 1860…

Lockmort Mortlock: well them cartridge irons show are quicker on them reloads.. might be best in them times you may need

Rynn Dryke: *wanders closer to the targets*
Rynn Dryke: *reaches in his pocket to get out some stones*
((Fred starts shooting at tins, some fall down, some wont))
Lockmort Mortlock: no need to be fiddlin’ with them exact powder loads.. give youz all them flyer shots outta that 1860 tube
Wilhelm Kilda: they sure load faster
Bart Olbers: uhm… might be the exact shooter i am looking for…
Lockmort Mortlock fixes up his belt and holster
Wilhelm Kilda: our new issue revolvers are a lot sturdier than the 1860′s were

Wilhelm Kilda: use em to bust up coffee beans no problem

Bart Olbers: uhm… right… I would prefer a quick reload at times…
Lockmort Mortlock: yessum especially with them cartridge conversions wez all doin on the cap n ball’s its sho kept them beyond their service life

Lockmort Mortlock: takes a gander at the mans 1860 right setting up a his 73 in white ivory to match
Rynn Dryke: *picks the cans up and sets them back on place one by one*
Lockmort Mortlock looks down range smiling at the boy. reckon we let that youngin fish up his own shewtin skills
Bart Olbers: me too…. but a more modern piece could come in handy…
Rynn Dryke: *looks to them all and grins*
Lockmort Mortlock tips his top had and flips a spent Cartridge casing to the boy
Wilhelm Kilda: yessir especially now you can get the brass easier
Lockmort Mortlock: thats a fact, them cases are re loadable too.. reckon only neck sizing on them was able to get about 4 or 5 before them cases started to split
Rynn Dryke: *just looks surprised and watches it as it falls to the ground*
Rynn Dryke: ohh
Rynn Dryke: *picks it up , turning it in his hand*
Rynn Dryke: *grins* good !
Lockmort Mortlock looks down range opens the loading gate slowly turning the loaded cylinders “well now shall we give this one a whirl?
Bart Olbers: sure… i would like to see how it shoots… i heard good stories about this piece

Lockmort Mortlock smiles at the lads excitement. “Ears folks, gonna get smokey”
Rynn Dryke: *glances unsure to the man fiddling with that gun and steps back*
(( Lockmort has no fail as he shoots))
Rynn Dryke: *stares*
Bart Olbers: that is some shooting!
Rynn Dryke: ohhh goood ! bravooo *claps enthusiastic*
Wilhelm Kilda: well tats a tolerably straight shooting piece
Lockmort Mortlock looks at the boy and motions to him
Rynn Dryke: *claps still and looks impressed*
Rynn Dryke: *tilts head*

Rynn Dryke: *looks in a questioning way*
Lockmort Mortlock hands him a target dummy .. gesturing to set this up way on top of the hill for him
Bart Olbers: i am impressed with this demonstration, sir… You a gunsmith, right?
Rynn Dryke: *looks at it surprised*
Rynn Dryke: *points all the way up to the hills and looks questioning again*
Lockmort Mortlock flips him another cartridge case, this time is nickle steel
Rynn Dryke: *picks it up, again too startled to catch it*
Rynn Dryke: *grins broadly*
Rynn Dryke: sankee
Lockmort Mortlock laughs “shewt boy… when you get a pair of covers for your walkin feet. next time
Rynn Dryke: *shrugs slightly and just moves on to set the dummy..wherever*

((He gets the heavy target up and places it where he can see the tiny looking people at the shooting range. When he comes back, two other guys stand near the crowd))

Lockmort Mortlock tips his tip hat “youz all come down to shop a bit later Mista Olbers, about getin youz off them front stuffers
Bart Olbers: hello, sir
Rynn Dryke: *beams*
Rynn Dryke: *glances over to the strangers and stares at the one with the scar*

Lockmort Mortlock: well ifn you gents excuse me .. gots to write up a ew order forms and find them sear parts..
Hector Arlington continues to watch the crowd, pondering on the silence
Wilhelm Kilda: you take care now mister
Hector Arlington gestures a nod to the man in the top hat
Rynn Dryke: *observes everyone*
Lockmort Mortlock tips his to hat “Mista Olbers.. at your convenience”
Rynn Dryke: *waves after the leaving man*
Bart Olbers: i definitely come by your shop, sir… These Colts look mighty hot

Wilhelm Kilda: well , I guess I better start back to the Fort
Rynn Dryke: *waves to the soldier*
Hector Arlington nods to the gent
Wilhelm Kilda: Captain gave me 3 days here 3 days back
Rynn Dryke: *glances to the two other men and waves as well*
Wilhelm Kilda: any longer and I’m on latrine duty
Wilhelm Kilda: you take care now son
Hector Arlington unholsters his gun and starts to knock a few practise shots
Rynn Dryke: *watches the soldier some more*
Rynn Dryke: *smiles slightly*
Alexander Causten would slip a couple of cents out of his pocket and look at Hector “Bet ya’… *he would count the coins* 70 cence if you can know those cans do… *noticing theybe all been shot off.
Wilhelm Kilda: I’ll put the despatches in the cafe
Alexander Causten: knock*
Rynn Dryke: *waves to the soldier as he seems to go and turns*

((strolls back towards the creek ))
Rynn Dryke: *pets the cow*