Post by tripp on Jun 27, 2009 18:00:33 GMT -5
February - 2011
The good sheriff was a man to make just about anyone feel welcome in his town. It was something he'd set out on to be sure of since the one whose place he took never had much of a kind word for anybody and even that was said with his rifle before he said anything else. Everitt wasn't much like him and didn't much like him even though he'd been the man's deputy for near on three years 'fore he'd gotten himself shot up outside of Maggie's. Some might have said it was a sad end for the old man, but some didn't even rightly notice he was gone.
Sloane was older and Chance was craftier, but Carlisles had that knack of theirs that earned Everitt the step up to replace him as the full-on sheriff. He'd gladly take it over running irons and bellows. Let Patrick and Doyle manage that, and Alexander when the boy wasn't managing his cards, his drinks... or his winks at the ladies in town.
And here Everitt was now, with that same charm he shared with his Pa and his brothers, welcoming the new schoolteacher to town. He'd heard, like he did many things that passed on by others, that she'd arrived alone, one set of luggage and one set of her mind, planning on staying alone in the place. No woman should live alone like that, he thought to himself, stepping up to the door she'd left open as she aired out the place some. "Ma'am... hello? I'm to understand you're the new schoolmarm?"
Elizabeth Murphy, the new school teacher for Atasco Creek, was just seventeen years old and a beauty to behold. Even in high society she was envied by the other girls as were her cousins all who shared in the firey red hair, ivory skin, stunning eyes and beautifully made faces and physiques. Though this loveliness didn't make them snobbish or concieted, if anything the attention it garnered made them somewhat shy. What greeted the man who came to her door now was a shy but sweet smile as she turned a set of bright emerald green eyes on him. "Good day sir.. you heard correctly, I am the new school teacher." She was refined, not at all rough around the edges and looked like she had no business being out here in such a town. Not that there was anything wrong with the town, it was just clear she was not from around here. Elizabeth had left her high society family back east, much to their dismay, to come be a school teacher here. Her skirts were new and her lines straight, her fashion in proper style and much beyond what most folks around here could come by or afford. Her hair was pulled and pinned up, red curls snaking free and catching the small breeze from the open windows and door. "Are you in need of some lessons?" She asked politely, not assuming anything but curious if he had a child or sibling he'd come to see her about. She wasn't expecting any sort of welcome from anyone.
"Maybe a refresher in the birds n bees from that pretty li'l school marm what just showed up in town," he said, reaching up to slide his hat off, though he'd already done so. She wasn't a thing like Widow Livingston who taught him and Doyle or Mrs Muldoon who'd died with her sixth child when Alex was still taking his lessons. They hadn't had a teacher since who'd had a notion of staying and he was hoping she had no notion of leaving. Everitt let the smile speak for itself. He was glad to welcome her to town, though his words weren't fit for such a proper woman.
Her eyes flared in shock at his words. "Well I never!" She gasped out, staring at this man in shock as the color rose to het her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with offence at that indication. "I am a proper lady. And you sir.. are a scoundrel!" She finally managed to get out, her eyes wide and her cheeks still pink, she fully expected him to leave then.
The flush of her cheeks settled it. She was nothing at all like the others and this one he was getting ideas about. He fully agreed with her accusation, smiling less awkwardly while twisting the brim of his hat now. It would be wrong to deny it unless it were a lie. He wondered if the rumors about her were true. "I do my best.. Missus.. ?"
The good sheriff was a man to make just about anyone feel welcome in his town. It was something he'd set out on to be sure of since the one whose place he took never had much of a kind word for anybody and even that was said with his rifle before he said anything else. Everitt wasn't much like him and didn't much like him even though he'd been the man's deputy for near on three years 'fore he'd gotten himself shot up outside of Maggie's. Some might have said it was a sad end for the old man, but some didn't even rightly notice he was gone.
Sloane was older and Chance was craftier, but Carlisles had that knack of theirs that earned Everitt the step up to replace him as the full-on sheriff. He'd gladly take it over running irons and bellows. Let Patrick and Doyle manage that, and Alexander when the boy wasn't managing his cards, his drinks... or his winks at the ladies in town.
And here Everitt was now, with that same charm he shared with his Pa and his brothers, welcoming the new schoolteacher to town. He'd heard, like he did many things that passed on by others, that she'd arrived alone, one set of luggage and one set of her mind, planning on staying alone in the place. No woman should live alone like that, he thought to himself, stepping up to the door she'd left open as she aired out the place some. "Ma'am... hello? I'm to understand you're the new schoolmarm?"
Elizabeth Murphy, the new school teacher for Atasco Creek, was just seventeen years old and a beauty to behold. Even in high society she was envied by the other girls as were her cousins all who shared in the firey red hair, ivory skin, stunning eyes and beautifully made faces and physiques. Though this loveliness didn't make them snobbish or concieted, if anything the attention it garnered made them somewhat shy. What greeted the man who came to her door now was a shy but sweet smile as she turned a set of bright emerald green eyes on him. "Good day sir.. you heard correctly, I am the new school teacher." She was refined, not at all rough around the edges and looked like she had no business being out here in such a town. Not that there was anything wrong with the town, it was just clear she was not from around here. Elizabeth had left her high society family back east, much to their dismay, to come be a school teacher here. Her skirts were new and her lines straight, her fashion in proper style and much beyond what most folks around here could come by or afford. Her hair was pulled and pinned up, red curls snaking free and catching the small breeze from the open windows and door. "Are you in need of some lessons?" She asked politely, not assuming anything but curious if he had a child or sibling he'd come to see her about. She wasn't expecting any sort of welcome from anyone.
"Maybe a refresher in the birds n bees from that pretty li'l school marm what just showed up in town," he said, reaching up to slide his hat off, though he'd already done so. She wasn't a thing like Widow Livingston who taught him and Doyle or Mrs Muldoon who'd died with her sixth child when Alex was still taking his lessons. They hadn't had a teacher since who'd had a notion of staying and he was hoping she had no notion of leaving. Everitt let the smile speak for itself. He was glad to welcome her to town, though his words weren't fit for such a proper woman.
Her eyes flared in shock at his words. "Well I never!" She gasped out, staring at this man in shock as the color rose to het her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with offence at that indication. "I am a proper lady. And you sir.. are a scoundrel!" She finally managed to get out, her eyes wide and her cheeks still pink, she fully expected him to leave then.
The flush of her cheeks settled it. She was nothing at all like the others and this one he was getting ideas about. He fully agreed with her accusation, smiling less awkwardly while twisting the brim of his hat now. It would be wrong to deny it unless it were a lie. He wondered if the rumors about her were true. "I do my best.. Missus.. ?"