Mitheral
"Growf!"
June 1871
Kasey Jones - Arrival
A white woman with flaming red hair, dressed in clothing of an Apache rode accompanied by one Apache brave. He was perhaps a decade older than she. To look at them one might have thought she had been captured and gone native. And perhaps that might have been a fair statement. She was about ready to head into town, but the warrior stopped. She stopped and looked back.
The warrior, Running Wolf, shook his head. “These are your people. They will not understand. Here I bid you farewell my sister of medicine - Fiery Spirit. The People will remember you.”
Kasey’s eyes narrowed looking for some hint of humor. The name was a constant source of laughter for the Apache tribe she had stayed with. But she could see none. Well, perhaps the name had come to mean more to her than a simple act of clumsiness. Although … Running Wolf’s father had always said it was one reason a woman should not try to be one with the spirits. In his eyes she always saw mischief. She’d miss the old shaman most of all.
There was nothing more left to be said. She nodded and turned her steed, Patches, toward the place known as Albuquerque. It didn’t look like much. But she had heard a rumor they needed a doctor and a vet both. And she could do both. She needed the work, if not the money. But she would worry about work tomorrow. For tonight she needed a place to sleep and a bath. So she urged Patches to a trot and aimed herself toward the saloon and tavern.
Tomorrow she would see a man about an office in town.
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As it turned out the rumors had been a half truth. The town had a doctor - if you could call him that. Really he was more of a butcher. He was the town’s dentist and barber as well. She doubted he had half her education, though she readily accepted his experience. No, it was her sex and her accent that had sunk her from the start. Oh, she managed to get her business licenses pushed through - for a pretty penny. But the way the man had talked she had little doubt that finding work was going to be tough - in the case of either business.
By the end of the week she had leased a building that would do for a doctor’s office just two doors from the local blacksmith. The shop between them had been abandoned largely because of the noise. It was perfect for her veterinary practice. The owner of the buildings didn’t care at all. He was blind to all but money. As soon as she had signed she sent off for supplies, herbs, and medical instruments. Then she got to work cleaning.
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Once her offices were clean there was nothing left to do but kill time while waiting for supplies. For most towns people there would have been little to do except go to a saloon and drink. Kasey wasn’t most people. Sure, she went to a saloon. Sure she even drank. But her reasons were far from innocent.
She had changed from her Apache clothing into something more … American West. Jeans, shirt, vest, a fine dark brown cowboy hat. She looked more like a fancy gunslinger that had explored the northwest, which she had been for a time. If life hadn’t been so rough she might have stayed with it. But it simply hadn’t been fair to suffer because she wanted a life of her own. Now she was determined to have it.
She found herself a table - alone - and sat down.
“Hey Lady Doc! How’s business? Looking pretty slow over there,” some cowboy jeered.
She thought about responding and explaining that business would remain slow until her equipment arrived. But she saw no point.
“Doing fine. Takes a little time to get things ready. Don’t like my patients dying horrible deaths by infection. You ever see a man die that way? Real ugly having to chop off pieces. Only thing I’ve seen worse is an Indian counting coup on an enemy.” Only then did she raise her head to glance at the man. The man had paled and looked away.
She looked over at the man behind the counter. “Something to drink please. Strong … vodka if you have it.” Her lips curled up as she saw the thin man behind the counter reach back without even looking and poured a shot. As the drink was brought over she smiled. “You may wish to stock up. Now this is a proper drink." She tilted her head back and downed the shot in one gulp. Then she tapped on the table to ask for another. “First one is for relaxing. Second is to enjoy.”
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It took a week and a half for her supplies to arrive. And it didn’t all arrive at the same time. She found herself hiring a few porters, an Indian half breed named Johnny Crazy Horse (which wasn’t really his name, but white folks sure loved it) and a Chinese man named Xiang Li who proved to be stronger than he looked. Everyone called him Shane Lee. The man seemed a little surprised when she got it closer than most and tried practicing. When the heavier furniture came in she added a black man named Isaac Freeman. Needless to say her choices of workers earned her some rather dirty looks. But she simply didn’t care. They were hard workers and all she could really afford.
It was no accident that she hired three non whites. Bluntly, it was a form of advertisement. She used them to spread the word that she wouldn’t turn any of their people away - only that she expected to be paid. She had to cover the costs of her medications and lease. Before she could even set up shop completely she had her first customers.
After a trip across the Northern Territories, down through the Californias, months spent with the Apache - Kasey was certain she had lost the Baron, Johann von Grossenburg. As if she ever wanted to be called Baroness Katerina von Grossenburg. It just sounded deplorable. Worse, she was a Countess.
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Josie Smith - Arrival
Josie Smith rode astride her beautiful Andalusian friend, Anthracite in her best riding clothes, trailed by a pack mule that it was a miracle she hadn’t lost. She had ridden, hopped train rides, been eaten alive by every type of insect, nearly snake bit, almost captured by Mexican bandits and Indians. Her beautiful riding outfit was caked with dust. Even her kerchief was the same brown dusty color of the West. She looked around and spotted a young boy.
“Excuse me,” she tried to hide her accent but failed in her irritation. But the boy hardly noticed. Even as she spoke dust fell awake and puffed out as if she was exhaling smoke. The sneeze that followed did nothing to help. She had more dust on her than Anthracite did.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Is there an inn around here, someplace decent with proper accommodations for my destrier?” she asked. the boy simply looked at her blankly as though she had spoken a foreign language. She sighed and explained, “a flop house with a stable for my horse.”
“Oh. Why didna ya say so?” the boy asked puzzled. “Yeah ... yes ma’am. Down the street until you see the saloon. Hang a left. Just a few minutes and it’s there on yer right. Can’t miss it.”
“Oh thank you. Bless you! Is it always this dusty?” she asked still a bit peeved at just how much had accumulated on her. It was enough to cause her to allow the boy's poor grammar to slip her mind.
The boy was about to answer, but an elderly gentleman nearby cackled and spit on the ground. “Shucks lady. This here’s a good day.”
She gave the elder man a scathing look, but decided against admonishing the man for poor manners. “That’s good to know.” She huffed a little, her head drooping. “Come along Anthracite. Let’s get some trail dust off of us. Thank you kindly gentlemen.” And with that she urged her horse forward before she said something biting. She was tired and hungry and very much in need of a bath.
At least she soon discovered the boy hadn’t lied. Even so she had nearly lost everything to her mule panicking at the sounds of gunfire down the street. Fortunately the noise hadn’t been so close that the animal couldn’t be calmed down. And she was better on a horse than most women of high society. As tired as she was, she did not hold back on having Anthracite spoiled. Brown sugar and an apple, finest feed available. It was only the best for her friend. Finally satisfied she turned into the hotel.
She had changed her name yet again. This time she had adopted the common name of Smith. She wondered just how long she would be able to remain before trouble found her yet again.
++++++++++++
It had been a week since her arrival in town. Josie Smith had since begun to settle in and make plans to build a future here. She had started with the bank and Mayor, arranging for land just on the edge of town on which to build a school. The Mayor hadn’t seemed especially approving at first, but once Josie pointed out how progressive it would make the town look and that she was footing the bill, he came around and gave the project his blessing. She had specifically requested the least arable land available - with the exception that it would need to be a little elevated, not a place where rain waters might accumulate and drown the children.
kangaroosnail Goonfire nini Terrier B
Kasey Jones - Arrival
A white woman with flaming red hair, dressed in clothing of an Apache rode accompanied by one Apache brave. He was perhaps a decade older than she. To look at them one might have thought she had been captured and gone native. And perhaps that might have been a fair statement. She was about ready to head into town, but the warrior stopped. She stopped and looked back.
The warrior, Running Wolf, shook his head. “These are your people. They will not understand. Here I bid you farewell my sister of medicine - Fiery Spirit. The People will remember you.”
Kasey’s eyes narrowed looking for some hint of humor. The name was a constant source of laughter for the Apache tribe she had stayed with. But she could see none. Well, perhaps the name had come to mean more to her than a simple act of clumsiness. Although … Running Wolf’s father had always said it was one reason a woman should not try to be one with the spirits. In his eyes she always saw mischief. She’d miss the old shaman most of all.
There was nothing more left to be said. She nodded and turned her steed, Patches, toward the place known as Albuquerque. It didn’t look like much. But she had heard a rumor they needed a doctor and a vet both. And she could do both. She needed the work, if not the money. But she would worry about work tomorrow. For tonight she needed a place to sleep and a bath. So she urged Patches to a trot and aimed herself toward the saloon and tavern.
Tomorrow she would see a man about an office in town.
++++++++++++++++++++
As it turned out the rumors had been a half truth. The town had a doctor - if you could call him that. Really he was more of a butcher. He was the town’s dentist and barber as well. She doubted he had half her education, though she readily accepted his experience. No, it was her sex and her accent that had sunk her from the start. Oh, she managed to get her business licenses pushed through - for a pretty penny. But the way the man had talked she had little doubt that finding work was going to be tough - in the case of either business.
By the end of the week she had leased a building that would do for a doctor’s office just two doors from the local blacksmith. The shop between them had been abandoned largely because of the noise. It was perfect for her veterinary practice. The owner of the buildings didn’t care at all. He was blind to all but money. As soon as she had signed she sent off for supplies, herbs, and medical instruments. Then she got to work cleaning.
++++++++++++
Once her offices were clean there was nothing left to do but kill time while waiting for supplies. For most towns people there would have been little to do except go to a saloon and drink. Kasey wasn’t most people. Sure, she went to a saloon. Sure she even drank. But her reasons were far from innocent.
She had changed from her Apache clothing into something more … American West. Jeans, shirt, vest, a fine dark brown cowboy hat. She looked more like a fancy gunslinger that had explored the northwest, which she had been for a time. If life hadn’t been so rough she might have stayed with it. But it simply hadn’t been fair to suffer because she wanted a life of her own. Now she was determined to have it.
She found herself a table - alone - and sat down.
“Hey Lady Doc! How’s business? Looking pretty slow over there,” some cowboy jeered.
She thought about responding and explaining that business would remain slow until her equipment arrived. But she saw no point.
“Doing fine. Takes a little time to get things ready. Don’t like my patients dying horrible deaths by infection. You ever see a man die that way? Real ugly having to chop off pieces. Only thing I’ve seen worse is an Indian counting coup on an enemy.” Only then did she raise her head to glance at the man. The man had paled and looked away.
She looked over at the man behind the counter. “Something to drink please. Strong … vodka if you have it.” Her lips curled up as she saw the thin man behind the counter reach back without even looking and poured a shot. As the drink was brought over she smiled. “You may wish to stock up. Now this is a proper drink." She tilted her head back and downed the shot in one gulp. Then she tapped on the table to ask for another. “First one is for relaxing. Second is to enjoy.”
+++++++++++++++++++++
It took a week and a half for her supplies to arrive. And it didn’t all arrive at the same time. She found herself hiring a few porters, an Indian half breed named Johnny Crazy Horse (which wasn’t really his name, but white folks sure loved it) and a Chinese man named Xiang Li who proved to be stronger than he looked. Everyone called him Shane Lee. The man seemed a little surprised when she got it closer than most and tried practicing. When the heavier furniture came in she added a black man named Isaac Freeman. Needless to say her choices of workers earned her some rather dirty looks. But she simply didn’t care. They were hard workers and all she could really afford.
It was no accident that she hired three non whites. Bluntly, it was a form of advertisement. She used them to spread the word that she wouldn’t turn any of their people away - only that she expected to be paid. She had to cover the costs of her medications and lease. Before she could even set up shop completely she had her first customers.
After a trip across the Northern Territories, down through the Californias, months spent with the Apache - Kasey was certain she had lost the Baron, Johann von Grossenburg. As if she ever wanted to be called Baroness Katerina von Grossenburg. It just sounded deplorable. Worse, she was a Countess.
************************
Josie Smith - Arrival
Josie Smith rode astride her beautiful Andalusian friend, Anthracite in her best riding clothes, trailed by a pack mule that it was a miracle she hadn’t lost. She had ridden, hopped train rides, been eaten alive by every type of insect, nearly snake bit, almost captured by Mexican bandits and Indians. Her beautiful riding outfit was caked with dust. Even her kerchief was the same brown dusty color of the West. She looked around and spotted a young boy.
“Excuse me,” she tried to hide her accent but failed in her irritation. But the boy hardly noticed. Even as she spoke dust fell awake and puffed out as if she was exhaling smoke. The sneeze that followed did nothing to help. She had more dust on her than Anthracite did.
“Yes ma’am?”
“Is there an inn around here, someplace decent with proper accommodations for my destrier?” she asked. the boy simply looked at her blankly as though she had spoken a foreign language. She sighed and explained, “a flop house with a stable for my horse.”
“Oh. Why didna ya say so?” the boy asked puzzled. “Yeah ... yes ma’am. Down the street until you see the saloon. Hang a left. Just a few minutes and it’s there on yer right. Can’t miss it.”
“Oh thank you. Bless you! Is it always this dusty?” she asked still a bit peeved at just how much had accumulated on her. It was enough to cause her to allow the boy's poor grammar to slip her mind.
The boy was about to answer, but an elderly gentleman nearby cackled and spit on the ground. “Shucks lady. This here’s a good day.”
She gave the elder man a scathing look, but decided against admonishing the man for poor manners. “That’s good to know.” She huffed a little, her head drooping. “Come along Anthracite. Let’s get some trail dust off of us. Thank you kindly gentlemen.” And with that she urged her horse forward before she said something biting. She was tired and hungry and very much in need of a bath.
At least she soon discovered the boy hadn’t lied. Even so she had nearly lost everything to her mule panicking at the sounds of gunfire down the street. Fortunately the noise hadn’t been so close that the animal couldn’t be calmed down. And she was better on a horse than most women of high society. As tired as she was, she did not hold back on having Anthracite spoiled. Brown sugar and an apple, finest feed available. It was only the best for her friend. Finally satisfied she turned into the hotel.
She had changed her name yet again. This time she had adopted the common name of Smith. She wondered just how long she would be able to remain before trouble found her yet again.
++++++++++++
It had been a week since her arrival in town. Josie Smith had since begun to settle in and make plans to build a future here. She had started with the bank and Mayor, arranging for land just on the edge of town on which to build a school. The Mayor hadn’t seemed especially approving at first, but once Josie pointed out how progressive it would make the town look and that she was footing the bill, he came around and gave the project his blessing. She had specifically requested the least arable land available - with the exception that it would need to be a little elevated, not a place where rain waters might accumulate and drown the children.
kangaroosnail Goonfire nini Terrier B
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