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Widow's Weeds and Sarsparilla

Jan 21, 2009 19:08

Where: Rockcreek
Who: Miriam Neiman
When: January 21st
Rating: TBD
Status: Open
Posting Order: Miriam

Miriam hated living on credit. For four days now, she had walked the streets of Rockcreek, getting the lay of the town and its people, and doing her best to work her way in. Daimon had had some good luck at the stables, and there was at least money ( Read more... )

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heath_barkley January 22 2009, 08:37:30 UTC

In the days since Heath had first encountered the newcomers he'd had almost no time to think about how they were getting on. From breakfast on he'd been running fences, replacing snapped wires and straightening posts as needed until it got too dark to see. By the time he made it back to the ranch and saw to Charger's needs he was bone tired and it was all he could do to force himself to eat before falling into bed. It was only chance and the need for more barbed-wire and tacks that finally changed things and found him riding into town just in time to see Miriam heading into the saloon ( ... )

miriam_neiman February 19 2009, 01:35:18 UTC

Miriam was still leaning against the bar, watching the small crowd with a bored expression. The occasional loud curse or roar of laughter prompted not even a glance from her; every once in a while she took a swallow of her lukewarm drink.

She noted Heath's entrance with a brief look, then went back to people watching. I wish I could join the poker game. I'm desperately bored.

heath_barkley February 19 2009, 18:49:02 UTC

It was only after his eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the saloon and he'd paid for his drink that Heath finally noticed Miriam. Picking up his glass, he walked over to where she stood, then touched his fingertips to the brim of his hat.

"Ma'am. Nice day. Are you gettin' yourself settled in?"

miriam_neiman February 21 2009, 08:23:02 UTC

Miriam inclined her head slightly in response.

"Daimon has found employment." Her voice was low and thoughtful, and businesslike enough that it got her a few odd glances. "I am still...weighing options." She balanced the glass between her long, gloved fingers, glancing again at the poker table. "My skill set is not entirely appropriate for much of what is available."

Give me half a chance to disguise myself as a man and I'd gladly wear a star on my lapel. But people around here would probably defecate themselves in shock if a woman proposed to take the job.

"I might have made a good instructor, but some around here might not want a widow of my background around their children." Her tone was cautiously thoughtful.

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