Working up

[Lovely]

May 7, year 2
late afternoon


The man had wandered into the smithy but was watching something outside, smiling abit as he commented about the horse the girl led. "Do you think he flies?" It was a fine looking horse.

"He better or I'm ownin' the lady something back for her trouble."

"Noticed she has a nice bum.."

"Pardon ..." *obviously distracted*

"I said that there little blonde thing has got a nice bum.. aint she the kind of thing you want to wrap your hands around?"

looks at him.... starts to say something and pauses... tries not to sound insulted for her. "That li'l lady is a proud woman and she has herself a proud man who loves her... you watch what you say, there, mister."

"Does she? Well I feel bad for him.. pretty thing like that.. bet every man in this town would be trying to get her into his bed, if he could." He grins as if he is having that very thought at the moment.

"Let them think what they want, they ain't touchin' her... I know the man..."

"Mmm Hope he's a big fellow.. heard that one was a wh*re.. some man gets her alone out of sight for a minute.. who knows what could happen.. she's just a little thing." He sighs and pushes his hat back with a slight shake of his head. "Bet you could put your hands right around her waist.."

"Mmm... he's about *this* big... and yes... I can." Doyle grins darkly... warning. He motioned to himself and glowered gently, wondering if the man understood him.

He chuckled and nodded. "So he is, eh.. well how much she get rented out for anyway?"

"Mister... you know... I was really bein' nice and warning y'and all that, but... since y'don't take a hint too well, how about I introduce you to -my- girl and you can ask her yourself... once your jaw starts to workin' again. Though if it starts workin' again around another mouthful like that, I wouldn't guarantee it'll be any time too soon."

"Now there's no reason to go getting upset.. I got the hint she was your girl.. I'm just asking you an honest question. How much do I have to pay for a night with her? Or does someone besides you own that sweet thing?" Watches her make her way back towards the smithy, admiring the view.

"The measurements for the amount of pine I'll be needin' for a box to lay you in should be just fine," he grinned. "She ain't for sale or rent and if you asked her any such thing, she wouldn't be near half as nice as I'm bein' right now. Now you go on home and forget that little question of your'n. If you go anywhere near her, I'd hate to think what might happen to you."

[Lovely]

He nodded, stepping out of reach and away before half turning to toss his last statement, quietly over his shoulder. "You have a nice day now.. but you remember what I said about the men around here.. all those out of sight places.."

"Ain't worried none, mister. She'll pull 'em apart faster'n the good Sheriff's boys raise their guns," he said, defending her the only he knew how other than actually fighting the man.

"I hope so, for that little bits sake.. not all the men out here are as civilized as we two."

The hammer hit hard on the anvil, perhaps because he missed or perhaps because he'd rather it'd hit elsewhere altogether. He watched the man go. Angel was tending to her horse, talking to Bertie over at the livery next door. By God, he swore, come Sunday confession or not, he wouldn't think twice about killing anyone that came near her... some he wished he could kill twice like Adams for what he'd already done to her.

A soft voice rang from where she was 'sneaking' in from the side, a basket with a meal and drink for him, tucked in the crook of her elbow. Her brightly shining eyes and warm adoring smile beamed at him as she walked up. "Working up an appetite for me?" Blonde curls fell over her shoulders, a slight sway to her hips, her tiny waist and gently curved torso accentuated by the pretty dress she wore.

The hammer paused in mid swing and he straightened up to put it aside. He pulled his hands through the cold water and raked them over a cloth to clean them somewhat, but it wasn't enough to hold her like he wanted to, to ensure he could protect her. Doyle chuckled softly, "Now, there's a couple ways I could answer that... so I'll just say 'yes'm'."

Her smile brightened further as he turned to her and it was probably obvious that she had to stop herself from charging into his arms. She loved to be scooped up by him, but working like he was, he'd ruin her dress no doubt. Instead she reached for his freshly rinsed hands and leaned close, tilting her face up to recieve a kiss if he'd share one or just a smile and a warm hello, if not.

He grasped her hands tightly, fearful somewhat of the man's threats and aware of the truth in them, but he tried to pass them on out of his head. He couldn't help but worry. He also heard Gully's words echoing to 'mind himself in public', but didn't care at the moment, taking more than a simple polite kiss as he leaned to her and tried to keep his fingers only on hers and not mar her frock.

One hand left his as he kissed her, her fingers coming to tenderly rest on his cheek. "Hello.." She whispered with a quiet giggle as her lips drifted from his though she lingered close.

"Mornin'," he smiled back, glancing past her a moment to wherever the man had gone off to, hoping he was truly gone.