Good run of bad luck (semi-open- deu)

[Doc_Holliday]

She was happy to be back in Tarquin's arms, her man having reclaimed her and she settled against him to simply watch what was unfolding in front of her. By now Doc and Tea had caught up to them and Sarah was once again surprised by how the reunion was going. Essie had turned every last bit of her attention onto Galatea, flat out refusing to call her by any other name than Gwen. She heard Walker repeat the name with a smile on his face, the sound surely being a pleasant reminder of their childhood. But Galatea would have no part in it, quickly correcting him. She suppressed a smile when she heard the name Gwen as well. She hadn't really been able to use her proper name since they had been young in Georgia. Tea wouldn't allow it, and Sarah respected that wish with utmost loyalty and respect. She could understand her dear friend not wanting to relive memories of a time when things had been happy and carefree; not after what she had been through. To survive, she had to take on a new identity, leaving Gwen Sullivan behind.

Doc on the other hand hadn't left his birth name behind by direct choice, and didn't object to certain people using it occasionally. Sarah only called him John, often John Henry. Whatever people knew him best as it what he responded to. The moniker "Doc" had come about as an ironic tribute to his education and title as a Doctor of Dentistry, though he had given up that practice long ago for an occupation that was much more prosperous and entertaining. The dentist turned gambler had never introduced himself as such, but the name stuck and spread faster than he was physically able to and by the time he ended up elsewhere, his name had already beaten him there.

Sarah noted that he seemed comfortable hanging back, though Essie sometimes shot him a disapproving look, most likely because he had been smoking. She laughed to herself. Essie didn't tolerate destructive behavior well. Her laugh had a nervous quality to it because she was unsure of how well her brother and Essie would get along now that he had changed so much. He wasn't one to clash with people that he respected, but he would certainly stand his ground and refuse to give up any of his self-comforting habits. He did not enjoy being lectured and while he might put up with it good-naturedly for some time, she feared it might eventually push him away from their group.

In the background, Doc Holliday nodded when Essie confirmed his suspicions that she did not recognize him though he again smothered a smile. It wouldn't do to appear as though he was amused by the supposed death of John Henry Holliday. Poor fellow, the shake of his head seemed to indicate, though his eyes twinkled like mad and indicated that he was clearly enjoying this. He met Tea's gaze then as she moved to slide back up against him under the scrutinizing gaze of Essie, which only seemed to intensify when she leaned her head up against Doc's shoulder.

"Yes, Tea, what have you gotten yourself mixed up with?" Trouble, obviously, based on the company she was keeping. He really was enjoying this far too much. His drawl, though familiar, most likely would not be a tip off as to his identity. Essie had surely heard enough men with the same sound in their voices that it wouldn't stand out much to her, and it wouldn't be a surprise if her southern belle had found herself with another southern gentleman. He maneuvered the woman at his side ever so slightly so that he could teasingly voice his feigned concerns. "I don't believe I am passing Essie's inspection," he said with a laugh. His words were not intended to travel any further than his woman's ear, but if she had overheard, for nothing much could get past her, he still had purposefully not mentioned anything that may have hinted that she had known him previously. He could still feel her judgmental gaze on the pair. She never was one to hide her true opinion of something. He could answer Galatea's question for her; no, she hadn't changed.

If it had been any other person eyeing him in this way he might have lashed out with even more improper behavior, pulling her even closer against him and perhaps bringing her mouth to his, but he liked Essie, and he wouldn't push his luck with her. Eventually, she would find out that John Henry was not really dead, that he stood before her right now with Galatea - Gwen -, as content as possible for him, and he didn't want to start off on the complete wrong foot with her. Because of his respect for her he let Galatea call all of the shots presently, she decided how much or how little distance there would be between them. He pulled his regular routine as if having a gorgeous woman wrapped around him did not faze him in any way.

Sarah could tell that Galatea was trying her damndest not to laugh at poor unknowing Essie, and her brother was enjoying his anonymity for the time being. She glanced back up at Tarquin, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She was far too much on edge lately and she was thankful for his calming presence.
"Are you...going to tell her?" She said it with a smile. Essie had dismissed him easily the first time he had tried, but he had at least tried to be honest. Eventually Doc Holliday, or someone close to him, would reveal who he was. He wasn't going to get away with that stunt twice in one lifetime.

(I can't even explain my horror at how awful this is.)

[Unoma]

Belle was nervous. She sat at the small wooden table, mostly used for staff, in the kitchen of the Inn. Tapping her nails against the wood impatiently. She wasn't in a real rush for him to arrive, she was just unsure how the others would think of her. Belle knew she was stepping into another world, their world. Their family. They all knew each other, loved each other. It was nerve-racking, not to only get to know Walker, which she hadn't been on a real date in years so that was bad enough, but to meet the others and hopefully make a good impression.

She relaxed slightly when a hand grabbed her shoulder. The firm, yet soft grip could easily be recognized as Lilly's. Turning to look up at the blonde haired woman, she reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

" Do not worry, dear." Lilly reassured, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the front of the Inn. " This could be the new start you are looking for. It all could actually be kicking off now!"

Belle shook her head, smiling at the woman who had took such good care of her since she arrived. She bit her lip and watched the door for a few moments before answering her.

" It might. I don't want to get hopes up yet." She said in almost a whisper. It was all new to her. It was all exciting. An adventure at least, if things didn't go well.

Before she could say anything else, the bell hung upon the door echoed loudly through the Inn. She turned to see Walker walk in and gave him a gentle smile. The look upon his face made her blush as he moved over and kissed her hand. He acknowledged Lilly, and her eyes fell quickly to the older woman. Belle knew she wouldn't let them leave without a word.

" Mr. Shaw!" Lilly said, finally putting a face to his name. She knew who he was, she knew who his family was. Not that she cared about the reputation that lingered with them, she was happy for Belle.

" I do believe she is in good hands." She said, rubbing Belle on the back before giving her a soft push towards the door and Walker. "You kids have a good time. I'm sure it will be a fun night." Giving a wink at Belle, who blushed in response.

Belle smiled at Walker and took his arm. She was nervous still and once they exited the Inn and stepped against the wooden sidewalk, she gripped his arm roughly.

" I must say, I am nervous." she gave him a soft smile and took a deep breath. Giving quick thought of how tonight's events would play out.

Before they could make it far, Walkers nephew, whom they saw earlier, was standing on the street watching a few others that Belle did not know. Silently, she kept stride with the larger man at her side as they closed in the gap between themselves and the crowd. She stood almost like a shadow to him, as he conversed with his nephew about something she was unsure of. Glancing over repeatedly to the people they seemed to be talking about. Feeling slightly out of place, she hung back some, almost behind him until he introduced her to Will.

Taking the young mans hand she gave it a soft shake and a bow of her head. Smiling gently at him as he apologized for his outburst earlier. She shook her head and pulled herself a bit closer to Walker.

" You did not offend." she reassured him, in her drawn out french accent. " It a pleasure to meet you."

She listened to their banter back and forth. They seemed to like to tease each other. She wondered if the rest of the family was that way. It really didn't bother her, it just helped her understand more of the dynamics of the clan. She was lost in her own thoughts when she felt her arm get cold, it only lasted for a second, when Will stepped in and took Walkers place. Belle watched Walker move to the other group. Gray/green eyes staring thoughtfully as she gave Will's arm a soft squeeze.

" Who are they?" she asked boldly. Unsure and slightly taken back at to the group that was forming.

She watched the group in silence, it seemed as if they were meeting someone they hadn't seen in a long time. So, she kept her distance as much as possible, not to get in the way. Others appeared soon after, one she did recognize. Walkers sister. The redhead. The woman was, Belle wouldn't call her beautiful. The blonde they moved up to earlier was beautiful. The red head, who's name Belle couldn't remember at the moment, held the beauty more of a deadly animal. Something so stunning to see and watch, but the uncertainty of how she would react would keep one from pushing any buttons. It was daring, exciting even. Belle was starting to enjoy the scene she had been pulled into. A lot of interesting, attractive people in one group. They were like a portrait of what family should be. At least from first looks. She didn't know them well enough to go off any more than that.

She listened, clung to Walkers arm, to the others. The skinny man at Walkers sister side and the others seemed to have some inside joke going on? She was unsure and it was all a bit confusing. But she figured she would be filled in soon enough. Tugging at Walker slightly, she peered up innocently to the handsome man at her side.

" Should I be here?" she said in a softest whisper." I can go for walk for a few seconds." Mixing seconds with minutes, her unfamiliarity of the English language was more than evident. It made her seem a bit more innocent and adorable with the large, unsure eyes and inability to be inconsiderate. She didn't want to be in the way. She wanted them to have their emotional connections without wondering who the strange woman was in their midst.

[Galatea]

When Belle looked up at him, Will smiled reassuringly. This smile was one that screamed of his mother, and he patted her hand gently. She looked so lost, so confused.

“The blonde woman and the man with the blue tie? That’s my Aunt Sarah and soon to be Uncle, Tarquin. I’m sure you’ve seen him around- he’s the town doctor. The younger redhead is my sister, Celestine- I’ve never met her escort, so I’m afraid I can’t help you there.” A smile. “The woman in the gray gown is my mother, Galatea. The man she’s currently using as a lean post is my father, Doc.” He didn’t offer last names- everyone in town knew the last name ‘Holliday’ and knew it wasn’t one to be fooled with. Still, the family took care of their own, and he stayed with Belle out of respect for his uncle.

Tea couldn’t help the amusement in her features. She had, over the years, developed a sick sense of humor that was tailored to suit usually tense, uncomfortable situations. Seeing Essie again could have been very awkward indeed, but she would get through it as she usually did and mull it over later tonight when she was curled up next to her man, before Morpheus found her in his arms. Instead of letting the shame that burned in her gut win out, she kept her smile in place and drew strength from deep down in her core. This had kept her going as a young girl, and it would serve her well tonight. The arm which had lightly swung around her waist helped, too- and she found herself laughing outright when he spoke, shaking her head.

“Let’s see…” she tilted her head just so, studying his handsome face with a raised brow. “Blonde hair, blue eyes… the devil’s own smile… handsome as sin too. I’d say that’s the trouble I’ve gone and mixed up with.” Her eyes echoed his merry twinkle, amusement evident in her tone. But he wasn’t done there- oh no- and he shifted her a little more in front of him, leaning in to speak softly- and she laughed again, her eyes clearly saying ‘you’re terrible’ but her amusement was real. Essie, however, was not nearly as amused as the taller woman. Her sharp ears had caught that little comment, and her hands returned to her hips, eyes snapping in irritation.

Why her girl was wrapped around that… charlatan, she had no clue. The man she had gone looking for had been polite and mild-mannered- this man was nearly a contrast of night and day. Clearly, he was southern- she had caught the accent- and could have come from decent stock, she supposed. But he had been smoking and he carried a gun, and his smile was like that of Satan himself. And he was holding Gwen, too! The woman wasn’t objecting, either, completely at peace and comfortable with him. She hadn’t been introduced, either- but she was never the type to hide her thoughts.

“I can see you’re so distressed about that, sir.” To which the redhead at his side simply burst into outright laughter, face buried into the hollow of his throat to muffle the sound, though it was obvious that she was simply in hysterics. Caramel-colored eyes fell to Gwen, now- and the woman, once she had recovered herself, looked up, still chuckling.

“Oh, Mama Essie… I’m sorry. But it’s so funny,” she laughed again. She shouldn’t be so surprised that Essie didn’t recognize the man by her side, but it was amusing that the woman clearly did not have a very high opinion of Doc- where she had absolutely adored young John Henry, whenever the pair had been together.

“I fail to see what’s amusing, Miss Gwen.”

“I told you, it’s Tea,” she shook her head, frame still wracked by the occasional laugh that she couldn’t suppress. It felt good to laugh, really laugh. “And I happen to find it very amusing.” A shake of her head, before she glanced to Walker, who was also trying very hard not to laugh. He wasn’t going to spring the identity of the man either, clearly, and was equally amused, only he hid it better. The young woman had reclaimed him, by now, though, and Galatea realized the poor thing was completely out of the loop. And probably thought they were all deranged. That wouldn’t do, not at all. “Oh, now, Walker, who is that pretty little thing over there, lookin’ at the lot of us with wide eyes, like she‘s afraid at any second now someone is gonna get shot?”

“Gallie…” he sighed, but crossed to Belle, speaking in a low, soft voice as he drew her closer. “It’s okay,” he hastily reassured her. “My sister’s a bit outspoken, but she’s not nearly as scary as she comes off. And despite what you may have heard ‘round town, Doc’s not a bad guy. Quiet, polite- usually.” He muttered the last bit more to himself. The gambler could be infuriatingly changeable- quiet one second, laughing raucously the next, to shooting a man one moment and reassuring his woman that all was well the next. But Belle didn’t need to know that, just yet. He led her over dutifully. “Belle, this is my sister, Galatea (the redhead threw her a wink and a smile) and Doc. Then there’s Sarah and Tarquin (the man smiled charmingly and dipped his head politely). And this is my niece, Celestine. And, of course, Essie.” The redhead bobbed into a brief curtsey, while Essie managed a little bow, obviously still preoccupied with Galatea and Doc. “Everyone, this is Belle. She’ll be joinin’ us tonight.” He smiled then, as if to reassure Belle that all was well.

“I do declare, Walker, she is a pretty little thing.” Galatea studied the girl with interest in those sharp green eyes. Timid and shy, was her first impression. But a pretty little thing nonetheless. Petite, but then, most women were smaller than the flashy redhead who was so perfectly suited for the man by her side. The hair color was amusing. In their group, now, there was a brunette, a redhead and a blonde woman. The hair color matched Walker’s, which was surprising. There was no contrast there- not like the one between her and Doc, anyway- but they fit. But the timidity… “Oh, don’t you worry, honey. I don’t know what my lug of a brother has been tellin’ ya, but I wouldn’t hurt a fly, not a fly!” She chuckled.

“Miss Gwen…” Essie couldn’t help the exasperated (and, truth be told, slightly amused) tone. Whatever the girl was mixed up in, it seemed to be good for her. There was no hint of discord within the family, and it was clear that they were all very tight-knit, in their own way. No surprise, really. Her girl had come from a stable home, at least, and despite the fact that she was not married, it was quite obvious that the gunman cared quite a bit for the woman, and that she cared for him. Whether or not they were family in the eyes of the Creator was one matter, but it was clear that they didn’t care one whit. They were a family in their own eyes, at least- and that was what mattered.

“Mama Essie,” She replied in the same tone, though a smile kept turning up the edges of her lips.

Yes, this was going to be an amusing night, to be sure.

[Doc_Holliday]

(Taking only a few, tiny liberties!)

He supported her easily when she draped against him, so overcome with laughter that she couldn't manage to look the woman across from them in the eyes. Doc felt a sting of pity go out to her for the group appearing to be laughing at her, but he maintained his amused expression and held Galatea a little tighter so that she wouldn't topple over. Essie had clearly overheard him, and he finally let a grin break through, as well as a light-hearted laugh. When he wanted to he could look fairly harmless and pleasant. That glint of danger in his eyes would be neatly masked for the most part if he was so inclined, unless someone knew to look for it.

"I'm not half so bad as you might be thinkin', ma'am, I promise," he said with a polite lift of his hat to Essie in apology for speaking about her as if she couldn't hear. Usually he felt a dip was sufficient enough, but he liked Essie, even though she didn't like him currently, and she deserved a full removal of his hat in acknowledgement. Attention then turned to the young unidentified woman that Walker had found himself for the evening. When he was introduced, he nodded again with a quick bow this time, and only let his gaze linger temporarily on the girl. She had enough curious eyes on her that were enough to make anyone squirm. She may have looked timid and shy, but the way she handled the attention spoke volumes about her. He could read that easily. She had a quiet strength about her, but those were the types that surprised you most.

Sarah smiled and gave a graceful curtsy to Belle when she was introduced. "Belle," she repeated, cementing the name in her memory. "What a lovely name." She held fast to Tarquin's arm, satisfied that introductions had taken place. She turned back towards Essie now after a few seconds of silence among the group, smiling warmly. "Miss Essie," she spoke in her sweet voice. "You've already met Tarquin, but perhaps you were not aware that we are engaged to be married. We were just going out to dinner to celebrate and I would be so disappointed if you didn't join us," she extended the invitation with little doubt that the woman would accept. "We have some time if you would like to freshen up first." They would obviously not allow her to stay anywhere other than with them. Now that Sarah had found her again she wasn't likely to let her out of her sight.

She was sure that the group could entertain themselves while she and Tarquin accompanied Essie back to their home and let her get settled in one of their spare rooms for the time being. She would not be forced to stay with them, obviously, but for now it was more than reasonable to accept free lodgings with old friends and family in an unknown city. She and Tarr waited until she was set to go and then casually made their way back up the dusty street to find the rest of the group. She kept Tarquin right beside her, but linked her arm lovingly through Essie's as they walked. Despite the time between them, it felt as though nothing had changed. She was the same woman, and that was an immense comfort to Sarah in their often unsteady way of life. If only Essie knew how much seeing her again meant to her, and how terrible she felt for the way she had left and not remained in contact with her. Each step she took she was closer and closer to revealing that Doc Holliday was really John Henry Holliday, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could never be truly certain what would and would not upset the gunman.

"I certainly hope you weren't too bored in our absence," she said with a laugh when they caught up with everyone again. They had found them pretty much right where they had left them. It had gotten darker but there was still daylight left, and it was the perfect time to finally sit down and eat. Doc had again lit a cigarette, ignoring the looks he received from Essie, his arm secured tightly around Galatea's waist as she leaned against him comfortably. There was hardly ever a couple that looked like they belonged together more. Who else would have them individually? They needed each other, Sarah thought with a little smile.

She glanced over to Celeste who had been joined by her own escort, and she gave the girl a reassuring smile. He wasn't overly tall and had a generous amount of dark hair combed into a respectable fashion on his head, with not a trace of facial growth to be seen. He was young, fitting for Celeste, and so Sarah wasn't too concerned with him. The poor boy was likely scared stiff by the gathering of well knowns in the city, his tense posture only relaxing slightly when he had finally made it to Celeste. The interaction between the two young people was sweet and innocent to watch. He lacked that power and control Doc Holliday seemed to always possess over his woman, even though he held no such thing, and the refined elegance of Tarquin who was the epitome of a perfect gentleman. He was nervous and lacked practice with girls, but he would come into his own soon enough. He was a handsome young man, sure to soon grow up to be quite a dashing man. His few years on this earth had already been plagued by much hardship, and he had immense responsibilities that made him wise beyond his years. His family did not come from wealth, Sarah knew. They were of modest but honest means. Celeste was always able to look past such things, though, clearly liking the boy for his sweet nature and gentle companionship. He was dressed in his best this evening and looked good enough to not stick out too much as he accompanied the group to dinner.

"Well, I'm feeling a bit hungry," Sarah finally confessed with another laugh. She and Tarquin moved forwards, the rest of the group beginning to follow when she made her slight mistake. "Tea, John," she called back behind her, to make sure that they were following in the growing crowd. She only ever called her brother by his given name, it being natural and slipping out without much thought. The man in question also did not seem fazed by the use of his name when it came from Sarah, and if Essie had heard and began to connect the dots, he was not aware.

-

He had been dreading the evening at hand for quite some time. He came from a family of farmers, his skin tanned as a sign of being outdoors all day. He was an honest young man, doing whatever work he was able to get his hands on to survive and bring money home to his family. He had seen and been fascinated with young Celestine Holliday from a distance for quite some time, never daring to speak or look at her when he knew she was looking at him. He had seen her around town whenever he was there for supplies, his family living on the outskirts where there wasn't much in the way of pretty girls in high fashion like Celeste. It had been Celeste that had said something to him first, he would be embarrassed to admit, and he didn't like to remember his fumbled responses to whatever it was she had asked him that day. His name, she had wanted to know first. "Luke," he had managed with an averted gaze as though he would get in trouble just for talking to her. "Grant," he added when she waited, his first name not being enough for her. No one like her ever wanted to know his family name.

The two had began talking more and more, and he grew more comfortable with the girl and began to see her as somewhat of an equal rather than someone above him, though he never forgot his place. The same couldn't be said for her family. Of course he knew Doc Holliday, and her mother, Galatea Shaw. His family had warned him about them. His family were righteous folk, and those that cavorted with the devil were not to be tolerated or associated with. Celeste was a kind girl though, brought up well and right by moral standards. She was not evil. She was beautiful and intelligent and fun to spend time with. He was eager to go out with her this evening, but practically shook in his boots the first few minutes he was around her large, rather boisterous family.

"You look beautiful," he managed with a brilliant smile when he saw for the first time that evening, taking his place at her side immediately. He fussed with his hair occasionally, keeping quiet for the most part. His back was straight with surprisingly good posture for a farmer's son, and his arm was held out for Celeste to hold onto while they stood or strolled through the streets. He listened intently to the conversations that took place around him, wide eyes unable to hide his surprise and concern.

"Are they always so mean to each other?" His tone was soft and kind, dark brown eyes conveying nothing but genuine affection for Celeste and quiet, steady passion for life. He was not raised in a family where sarcasm was frequently used, the stinging jabs made at one another being a foreign concept to him. He was comfortable with Celeste and felt like he was holding onto her as much as she was holding onto him. He was always quiet, but usually had more charisma when he was only speaking to Celeste and could fully be himself. He had never been so out of his element before, but held his composure remarkably well. He stole frequent glances towards her father, which she probably caught, and occasionally the sharp eyed gunman would return the looks. Once, he winked at him, and he immediately dropped his gaze with shame for having been caught looking so many times. He couldn't help it. With the stories his parents told him and the rest of the town whispered among each other, Luke was an absolute fool for setting his eyes upon the man's daughter, who everyone knew was his favorite person in the world, besides her mother. He was so far from being a threat though that Doc Holliday was satisfied with just his presence being enough of a warning for him to tread lightly. It was a wonder the boy stuck around at all.

(THERE. He is introduced. Just let me know whatever I can do to fix it. I wanted someone that wasn't anything like anyone else we have so far. I also set it up for Essie to start piecing it together or just full on realize who the snarky gambler really is. I didn't know if you want her to confront him right away about it or what so I left it kinda weird, but have fun! I look forward to her reaction haha.)

[Galatea]

((Aww, Kaze, he is a sweetheart! I like him very much.))
 
His words did little to reassure her, nor did the polite removal of his hat. In fact, it made her just a little more wary of him. He had obviously been well-educated and born into wealth (an education wasn’t cheap, you know!), but had left it for some reason. Not that he wasn’t well-to-do now, if his attire was any indication. And Gwen, too, sported an expensive gown, and that pendant around her neck must have cost a pretty penny too. They weren’t quite as polished as Miss Sarah and her escort, but they did make a handsome couple, all things aside. Her girl had always had good taste in that department, anyway. And she couldn’t deny the man had a certain charm- much like young John Henry, she thought with a little shake of her head.
 
She would have to get used to the fact that her girl wasn’t his anymore.
 
Walker was introducing them, now, though, and she took in the names carefully, watching each one and forming a quick opinion of them if she didn’t already have one. Celestine was a demure young lady, reminding her of her mother when she had been young. Miss Sarah was still as gentle and sweet a woman as one could hope to meet, and the gentleman at her side seemed a perfect match with his soft, lilting accent and gentle blue eyes. Galatea was about as different from Gwen as night was from day, but there was still something that drew one to her. Doc, if she had heard the name correctly, was a charmer, certainly. Belle seemed timid and shy, but she had no doubt that the girl would be a good influence on the group. Will was a character.
 
Well, her girl apparently liked men with degrees. That was nothing to sneeze at, though she was wondering what it was in. Certainly not dentistry, unless her girl really had lost her mind. Or maybe Essie was the one losing it, come to think on it. But Miss Sarah intervened then, taking her arm and saying something that put a smile on the darker woman’s face. Engaged? To the fine-looking Tarquin, no doubt. She let herself be led away, though she did see some hesitance in Gwen’s face. She didn’t want to let the woman out of her sight, but she trusted Tarr and Sarah, and contented herself with her gambler. Once they were out of sight, though, she shifted closer, her voice soft, meant for only him.
 
“How do ya want to play this out, sugar?” She didn’t like lying to Essie, not one bit- even if, technically, they weren’t. They hadn’t said he was dead, had they? “I don’t like this one bit. What’s she even doin’ this far West, if she didn’t know we were here?” Worried eyes sought his. She wasn’t the shy type, usually didn’t need him to reassure her- but right now she was feeling vulnerable and needing a bit of reassurance. Made sense, really.
 
But she settled in to wait, lighting a cigarette herself. They usually smoked very socially- if one lit up, so did the other- or, on occasion, simply shared the same one. Walker was contemplating lighting one as well, when Will made his excuses.
 
“And I’m going in before I start smelling like an ashtray. Uncle Walker, Mama- father,” he said the last with that little smirk, as if teasing that he hadn’t given the game away, before turning his steps back towards home. He knew Annie would just be waking up now, and, if he was lucky, would make it there and back before anything happened and he was needed.
 
-
 
Essie wasn’t surprised the home was large, but she was surprised that it was surprisingly cozy, and not stuffy as the home Gwen had grown up in had been. This was a home that was clearly comfortable, and the family was well-loved. But she didn’t stare- though she did get a fright when the door opened to admit Will, who she hadn’t caught sight of. He laughed, though, and steadied her with his hands on her shoulders.
 
“Easy! I didn’t mean to startle you,” he laughed.
 
“Ach, laddie, ye know better than tae sneak up o’ people like that.” Tarquin chided, coming down the stairs with a wide-eyed baby on his hip. The infant blinked owlishly, then, spying her father, squealed in delight, arms extended instantly.
 
“Daddy!” Will’s heart melted at that, and he scooped her into his arms immediately, kissing her noisily and cuddling her against his chest. He was an exceptional father, and his stance echoed that of a very young version of his father. The child was clearly his- the hair color and stubborn jawline echoed his- but even if these things had been different, she would still look like her father. He rubbed his nose against Annie’s, and she responded with a happy giggle.
 
“Why, hello, darling.” The pet name was a family favorite, one that Will had also taken to using for his daughter. “Did you have a nice nap, hmm?” She just giggled, and he could see that she had gotten plenty of rest- and gleefully chewed on a damp towel. He quirked a brow at Tarquin. “You’ve gotten in on it too?”
 
“Aye.” He grinned. “’lessen ye wan’ a cat aboot.” He hated to hear Annie fuss- it broke his heart. Essie was looking longingly at the baby in Will’s arms, though, and he shrugged before handing the infant over. If his mother and father trusted this woman, then he did too. Simple as that.
 
“This is Anne Leigh, but we usually call her Annie,” he said it softly. “She’s the reason I wrote looking for someone.” The baby carefully regarded the woman, before giggling and clapping her hands.
 
“Oh, she is precious, Mister Will,” Essie murmured it. The infant was striking, and would only grow more so with time, if her Aunt and Grandmother were any indication. And then there was the promise on the Holliday side, too- her Great-Aunt was certainly beautiful, too. “She will break hearts everywhere, she will.”
 
“It’s just Will,” the young man said it softly, so as to not offend. “I know you think it’s respectful, but if you really want to respect me, call me by my first name.” He was gentle, though. Will had inherited his father’s ability to be firm, but gentle at the same time, and his mother’s natural empathy for all people.
 
“Oh, I couldn’t do that, Mister Will.” She tore her gaze from the baby, then.
 
“Even if I’m asking you to?” Will kept his voice firm, but not cruel.
 
“I’m sorry, Mister Will. It’s just… please. It’s just my way. I don’t mean to offend.”
 
“Then none taken,” he said it softly, as he retrieved his daughter. “I don’t tolerate formality well.” He shrugged, but smiled. “Have a good evening.” He left with his daughter then, and Essie looked towards Sarah and Tarquin.
 
“You have a lovely home,” she said it almost wistfully. “Oh, girl, I can’t tell you how glad I am that I found you.” She hugged Sarah again. “Now- let’s get back to that family of you’rn.”
 
-
 
She could tell he was nervous by the way he kept fidgeting with his hair, and she had to stifle a giggle. Poor Luke was nervous. She squeezed his arm in support, though, smiling that pretty smile she had, as if that would help him relax.
 
She remembered meeting him- of course she did. She had noticed the handsome young man lugging a block of ice, and found herself admiring him. When she had next seen him, she had gone out of her way to put herself in his path, though he had dodged her. Finally, she had just flat out asked him his name. He hadn’t ignored her, not at all, and she had found his ducking head and shy blush quite fetching, in fact. She, like her mother, did not see wealth in purely materialistic terms. Did she enjoy her fine things? Of course. But she knew that a good person could be born in a shack just as easily as a palace. So far, she had not met his parents- nor had he met hers. But she knew that, if they were to see one another regularly, he would have to meet her family, and she figured tonight was as good a night as any.
 
He had dressed up as much as he could, tonight, and she thought he looked handsome. She had chosen one of her more simplistic dresses in order to match better with him, and it seemed to be working. He would not stand out among the group- unless one noticed how awkward he was among them.
 
“Luke, it’ll all be alright.” She spoke reassuringly. “My father’s not half as scary as people say he is.” Although, this was his only daughter, and one of his ‘girls’. He did have a habit of being fiercely protective of his daughter. But Luke Grant was not the average suitor for a young girl such as herself, and she liked that about him. He was always respectful, always polite. He treated her as if she were made of fine china, always so gentle with her, even though his hands were roughened from working. These weren’t like her father’s hands, or Will’s, or even Uncle Tarquin’s. These hands knew hard work, but they were always gentle with her, never rough or cruel. “Besides, mama will bring him around. She always does.” If her father was the head of the household, her mother was the neck- able to turn his head, and always willing to go toe-to-toe with her stubborn man. His next comment, though, made her look at him curiously.
 
Mean? This wasn’t mean, not at all! She shook her head with a little laugh.
 
“This? This is all love-talk between them. Especially my parents,” she said, noting that her mother’s sharp gaze was starting to stray towards the young man- who was constantly shooting fearful looks at the quiet gunslinger she was wrapped around. “The worse they are, the more affectionate it is.” She smiled. “Why, your family doesn’t tease each other like this?” She caught sight of her father’s mocking wink and rolled her eyes. ‘Daddy, stop that’ was clear in the expression. She might have even said something out loud, if her mother hadn’t turned towards them, still maintaining contact with the lean frame of her man.
 
“Celeste?” She called, letting the girl lead the young man over. Galatea smiled reassuringly at him, as well, hoping to calm him. She had seen the young man many times, but this was the first time Celestine was actually bringing him along to a family affair. Everyone was nervous upon meeting the Holliday/Shaw clan, she knew, but she didn’t want the young man to fear the group.
 
“Mama, Daddy, this is Luke Grant,” she reassuringly squeezed his arm again. She had grown up in a family where affection was freely demonstrated- from a chaste squeeze of an arm to a passionate kiss as her mother slid so effortlessly into her father’s warm lap- and so, this was a natural movement for her. Her mother often soothed her father this way. She deliberately used the term ‘daddy’- though she usually did call him that, anyway- it would hopefully keep things calm, and reassure the gunslinger that he was still, first and foremost, the most important man in her life, and she still loved him. “Luke, these are my parents. And my Uncle Walker,” she included him, and he smiled. The boy was looking mighty uncomfortable, but he would surely loosen up once he got to know them.
 
“Mister Grant,” Galatea smiled charmingly now, a fetching tilt to her head, even as she felt the man behind her shift his gaze to the boy again. She sighed, turning back towards him, a chiding smile on her face. “Oh, John, quit scarin’ the boy.” The tone was light, but the words were not, evidenced by the use of his first name. She gave him a little nudge with her hip, too- but she chuckled. Their wayward members were returning now- and Celeste obviously wanted a little privacy, for she leaned in close to her young man.
 
“See? They’re not so scary, are they?” She hoped he didn’t find them to be, at least. Her mother was going out of her way to be gentle with the boy. And, for all the rumors floating about her family, they were not factual. Her mother was a god-fearing woman in her own right- her uncle and aunt were, too. She had been raised with a healthy fear of the Creator, herself. She knew many people looked down on her mother for being unmarried with two children, and held similar disregard for her father, calling him a cold-blooded killer. But they had raised two children together, and neither one had quit the other’s side for years. Love was the bond that held her family together, not a common last name. And her father, while quiet and withdrawn, was a generous and loving father to her, and to Will- and a devoted and gentle mate to their mother.
 
-
 
Tea laughed again when they approached, Essie looking much more relaxed. She lightly brushed her lips against her man’s cheek before turning again. “You look less likely to fall over, Mama Essie.” She broke away to hold the woman again, this time without the tears. “I missed you ever so much.”
 
“You stopped writing.” She said it softly.
 
“I’m sorry.” She said it just as soft. “You’d have been so disappointed in me if I had, though.” Her head didn’t hang- her past couldn’t touch her anymore in that way- but her eyes did soften, a hint of the young girl Essie remembered coming to the fore.
 
“Girl, what could have been so bad that you couldn’t tell me?” She shook her head. “I don’t care what you’ve done. I still love you just as much as I did when your mama told me to raise you and your brother as my own.” That nearly broke through the thick exterior of Galatea Shaw, so she steeled herself, slowly exhaling.
 
“Believe me, Mama Essie, you don’t want to know half the things I’ve done.” Her voice was quiet, now. She didn’t want to even think about those things- except to know that, despite them all, she was very much loved and looked after by the one man she could honestly say she loved above all else.
 
“You think I didn’t find out you were Galatea Shaw?” She huffed it. “Girl, those wild tales reached back home, at first. Heard about you and Mister John- didn’t believe most of ‘em.” She shrugged. “I assume you were a girl of the line, judgin’ from those loose morals, just as I assume Mister John did become a gunman and gambler. But that’s the only truth in those early stories.”
 
“I was more than the typical girl of the line, Essie,” she murmured.
 
“Just as I’m sure he wasn’t an average gambler,” the older woman put in.
 
“Never that,” Tea agreed, eyes straying to his with a little half-smile. “Exceptional. Flashy, even.”
 
“Always did have an eye for flash, Miss Gwen.” Her gaze followed. “I will say this- he’s a handsome one.”
 
“Handsome is as handsome does,” she murmured. She had always found him attractive, and he was indeed looking quite handsome tonight, as he always did whenever going out- and nearly every night besides. She resumed her place with him, then, against his side where he could easily wind an arm around her waist.
 
Sarah started off with Tarquin, Celestine and her date, as well as Walker and Belle, on their heels. Galatea was perfectly content against her man, and as a result, the pair was lagging. Sarah wouldn’t permit it, calling them both- and, naturally, she used her brother’s first name. Essie froze in place, turning slowly, looking the redhead dead in the eye.
 
“Another one?” She tilted her head curiously. What were the odds?
 
Galatea just shook her head with a laugh.

[Unoma]

She clung to Will's arm as he explained who each person was. It was hard remembering the names, let alone pronouncing them correctly. So, she spent the rest of the time, till she was back on Walker's arm, repeating each name in her head. She was so lost in trying to remember everything, it took her a moment to notice the redhead, Galatea, speaking to her. With almost a surprised look, once she caught herself back up. The words from Tea made her blush deeply and almost turn away to hide her face in Walker's arm. Instead, after lots of mental preparation, she gave the woman a soft smile.

She was going to respond to Galatea's words, when Walker's comforting voice reached her ears. Looking up at the him, she gave a soft pat to his arm. It wasn't that bad, not really. It was a bit scary, she had to admit, but they all seemed like nice, even welcoming, people. She couldn't really ask for more.

As introductions went around, she gave a soft, polite bow of her head in greeting. She wasn't complete center of attention, there seemed to be matters within themselves that were far more interesting than the strange french lady on Walker's side.

" It is pleasure to meet you all." she said in a quiet, yet loud enough for all to hear, voice. " I thank you for letting me join."

It was awkward to be watched and studied by the others. Almost like she was standing naked in front of them all. With that thought, her cheeks turned a soft pink, yet another blush to stand out against her white skin. Belle pulled herself out of the daze to listen to the others. It was Sarah's engagement dinner! Wide eyes looked at the blonde woman, feeling horrible that she didn't bring something. Of course, she didn't really know the woman nor that it was going to be an engagement dinner, it didn't matter though. She felt bad nonetheless.

As Sarah led the older woman Essie towards their home to get her set up, Belle stood and pondered deeply. She couldn't just settle for this! Not at all. After quick though she yanked on Walker's arm, it was a bit rougher than what could be expected from the timid woman , pulling him away from the others for a moment.

" Can I go get something?" she asked, peering up at him with large, almost begging eyes. It really didn't matter if he said no, she couldn't just go to the dinner like this! " I'll be right back!" She gave him a soft peck on the cheek, almost with excitement, before lifting her dress and scurrying back towards the Inn. She would only take a moment, hopefully she would return before Sarah and the others got back.

Belle rushed to the Inn, almost jogging through the door and up the stairs to her room. Not even listening to the calls of Lilly as she rummaged through her things. It only took her a few seconds to find what she was looking for. Stuffing it into a small pouch and hurried back downstairs. Giving Lilly a quick wave before bolting out the door. Once she was onto the street, a large sigh of relief flooded over her, seeing Sarah and the others just making their way back to the others.

Without the haste from before, she rejoined the group and reclaimed Walker's side. Giving him a soft smile and a pat as if to say, don't worry about it, and pulled him gently to begin following the others to dinner. She felt better, like she could attend this dinner without any guilt. It almost delighted her, she didn't really know the others. But she loved seeing peoples happy memories be created. And if she can do anything to make it just a little bit better, she would. That was just the way she was.

[Doc_Holliday]

Galatea rarely sought guidance from her gunman, but it seemed as though that was exactly what she was doing now that Essie had been lead away by Tarquin and Sarah. He smiled down at her, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture that again showed how nonchalant he was about the entire matter. Tea was taking it more seriously, and the pair balanced each other out again perfectly. He took his cue from her concerned features, dropping the amused smirk slightly and feeling more able to be physical with her now that Essie was gone.

"I don't know," he said in response to her question. Whatever Essie was doing this far West, it would surely come out sooner or later. "I suppose we could let her in on our little secret," he said, eyes flashing again mischievously. If it would make her feel better to get everything out in the open, they could do just that. He brought his mouth to hers, then, privately. Everyone was occupying themselves and so it wasn't an obscene public display of affection, but it was just enough to reassure her that he was sticking around and wasn't even concerned with Essie realizing that they hadn't been completely forthright with her. Will took his leave of the group then, allowing Walker to return to Belle and give her the full and proper attention she deserved from him. The young man had made great strides in recovery after losing his wife, but was still not up for social events. It was understandable, and no one pressured him.

By the time that Essie, Tarquin, and Sarah returned, daylight was becoming more and more scarce. The streets were getting busier with the nightlife, and Doc was clearly right where he was comfortable. He turned to face the trio as they came back, Essie wasting no time after another embrace with Tea to voice her disappointment that there had been no contact between them over the years. Galatea explained herself with poise and Doc stood with unbudging support nearby. He kept his gaze trained on the darker woman in front of him, keeping a straight face even as she mentioned him and still couldn't seem to bring herself to accept that he stood in front of her now. He caught Tea's sideways glance to him and he returned it, nearly beaming.

"Much more handsome than this John," he drawled in response to Essie and Galatea's comments as he wound his arm around her when she slid back into place. There was little wait time after that, Sarah sounding the call for dinner and heading off down the street to where they would be spending much of their evening. His absence would be sorely missed at the poker tables, but there was always time for that later.

-

Her words of reassurance did little to ease his present state of mind, but he gave a charming crooked smile and an exhale of laughter at himself. He was a worker bee among royalty, and that nagging little voice in the back of his mind incessantly reminded him of it. He had never spent an evening out with Celestine Holliday before, let alone with her infamous family. He was comfortable when the time they spent together was casual, outdoors, and he didn't feel the need to impress anyone. He felt little pressure to impress her since he was sure nothing he could do would do so anyway, and still she had kept finding him whenever he was in town. This boosted his confidence considerably, and he jokingly showed off his physical abilities such as scaling a tree with ease, and knowing how to track a stray animal. He would be hard pressed to call himself a "suitor" to Celeste, though. Seeing where she came from, how she lived, only made him more confident that he had nothing to offer the girl. And yet she had asked him to join her this evening, and he reluctantly agreed. He enjoyed her company, and she seemed to enjoy his, so there was nothing in the world that could stop him from being with her tonight.

He shook his head when she questioned him about their odd practice of showing affection and if it had a place in his family. "No," he said with another laugh at how little he knew of their ways. "Not really." His own father and mother were a joyful couple, traditional and content with their place in the world. They had all that they considered worth having - family, a home, land, and the means to survive. They were affectionate with each other, each hardship they endured bringing them closer together.

Her mother's attention fell to the young pair now, and Celeste nearly had to give him an extra tug to get him to move forward with her, but he matched her pace for the few steps of distance between them that was now closed. Now that he stood in front of her, there really was nothing intimidating about her. Her voice was soft and gentle, and her smile genuine, inviting. He met the gaze of Celeste's mother and father with his dark brown one as each was introduced, as well as an uncle off to the side. His eyes held no innocence of the cruel ways of the world, his gaze steadfast and unwavering, about the only sign of confidence that never left him. All of that went out the window when the woman in front of him flashed him a charming smile, and called him Mister Grant.

His face colored and he tried his hardest to stop a nervous laugh, but failed. His gaze was instantly averted down to the ground and he shook his head. "No ma'am," he began, unable to bring himself to correct her but clearly uncomfortable with the formal term of address. He couldn't finish anyway, and he looked up again only when he knew that she was no longer looking at him, but rather at Celeste's father standing beside her.

"Trust me, I'm not, Gwen," he dropped his voice to whisper her name, it being only fair since she had used his first name as well. He said it with a smile, of course. If he had wanted to intimidate Luke Grant this is not how he would have gone about doing it. He was suspicious of everyone, naturally, but liked to give someone the benefit of the doubt when they deserved it. If young Luke had been a gambler, or more like Holliday in any way, he may have been more mindful of him. So far, he saw little to be concerned over with this farmer's son. Doc could tell right away what kind of man he was. He was an honest and fair worker, dependable and motivated. Nothing had ever been handed to this boy, he worked for everything. He had an admirable set of traits about him.

Luke squirmed under this close scrutiny, feeling almost defensive of his status, but their attention was soon turned elsewhere. He was polite, as always, but lacked the stiff manners of a formal, proper upbringing. Instead, he was much more casual and down to earth. His steady gaze met Celeste's then, and he beamed as if proud of himself for passing a test of some sort. "Not so scary," he agreed. Intimidating may have been a more appropriate term to describe the Holliday clan, for that they still were, and likely would remain so. Celeste and Luke were visually appealing together. Standing next to dark haired, plainly dressed Luke, she looked even more radiant, if that was possible. He didn't tower over her, so their height and strides together complimented each other nicely. He was shorter than her father, lean from not having an abundance of food available, but well muscled from early years of laboring in fields and over other various odd jobs he could find. Not only did he enjoy being busy, but it was necessary for survival.

-

Their little, well, it had grown into a rather large group now, attracted many looks as they sat around, laughing and enjoying each other's company, telling stories and attempting to get to know the new faces in their family. Essie was full of entertaining stories, and Sarah had seated the woman purposefully between herself and Galatea so that they could be close and speak to her without shouting over the table. Individual conversations had begun among various sections of the table. She chatted happily with Tarquin, gaze frequently scanning the table and noting how each of the pairs were interacting with each other. Luke looked much more relaxed now that he was able to just speak with Celeste one-on-one. He hadn't appeared so earlier, but now he looked to be quite a humorous young boy, his face much more expressive and telling of his enthusiasm for life. Now she could see why Celeste was drawn to him. He had rustic, rugged charm about him that many young girls would find appealing. Previously, he had seemed rather quiet and serious, but that obviously wasn't the case.

Doc and Tea were wrapped up in each other's gazes, faces close and speaking in hushed tones that no one else could hear, lost to the rest of the group. They were always closer to each other and more sensual than most people dared to be in public. She smiled and shook her head, fingers that were interlaced between Tarquin's fingers giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Walker and Belle were also speaking pleasantly off to her other side. Everyone seemed content and happy.

"Holliday!" Came a shout from across the room, then. A gruff looking man stood up from his table and approached their larger one, and he clapped a hand on Doc's shoulder in a form of greeting. "Galatea," he said with equal enthusiasm. She was a familiar ornament in Holliday's lap and the saloons he frequented. "What, yer not gonna hit the tables tonight, Holliday?" He said it with a laugh, eyes scanning the rest of the table in friendly acknowledgement. He was a loud, over-friendly man that had an uncanny knack for poker despite holding an occupation that was not professional gambling. Doc Holliday was about the only gambler in town that could beat him, and it infuriated every last one of the men who made poker their way of life. It made Doc like the man all the more.

Doc tore his gaze away from Galatea then, looking up at the man and not bothering to stand up to speak to him. They were not on formal terms. He was hardly on formal terms with anyone. "What are you so eager to lose for anyway?" The man was an oaf, in his eyes, but there was something likable about him, and so he tolerated it.

"Hell, I just got paid," he said matter-of-factly. "Don't keep me waiting too long." He pointed at the man as he backed away, offering Galatea a wiggle of his eyebrows as a goodbye and then spun on his heel, taking his leave of the group.

"Fool," Doc murmured after he had gone, but he was chuckling and clearly meant it in the kindest way possible. Still, he was in no rush to leave and join him, and he settled back into his seat comfortably. Instead, he lit a cigarette, picking up his glass of bourbon with the same hand, and twirling a tendril of Galatea's hair that had come loose around his finger of his free hand. "I think he likes ya," he said with quirk of his eyebrow, laughing off the man's admiration for his woman. He wasn't the only one, but none had ever dared to approach her, either in his presence, and especially not in his absence, if they happened to see her around without him.

[Galatea]

She relaxed when he realized she was concerned. He never mocked her when she got like this, and even if his eyes still twinkled with merriment, she knew that he was being wholly serious. His tone was playful, but he was holding her that tiny bit closer, and he tilted her chin and slanted his lips over hers gently, not passionate but reassuring, and she felt her eyes flutter closed. He always knew what button to press in each situation, and a gentle, affectionate gesture was what she needed right now, and she kissed him back in thanks, one hand centered over his heart. It barely quickened in tempo when they kissed like this, but it was there, and she knew her own matched it’s beat perfectly. When he eased away, she opened her eyes to meet that intense blue gaze she loved so much- both now and when they were so much younger. His eyes hadn’t changed all that much- they had hardened somewhat, and they weren’t quite as expressive (except for her)- and she could never tire of their depth or color.

“Hell, we’re already letting’ her think the worst. Let her find out on her own,” she murmured back, softly. The trio returned then, and it seemed everything was going well- until Doc spoke in that black-velvet drawl, and she couldn’t help the sound that bubbled free when he commented on his looks. She noticed the look from Essie, and tried for dignified. “It was a sneeze and a cough, and it got caught in my throat.” When, in reality, it had been a stifled laugh. “I’d say it’s about even, sugar,” she nearly coughed it. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement, though, matching the merriment in the blue eyes of her man perfectly. If there ever was a doubt that these two had been created specifically for one another, it would be erased by this time. The pair were perfectly matched.

-

She was mildly surprised that Luke hadn’t ever been around what was so normal for her. Her parents were always jovial, always strangely upbeat and usually laughing. Her parents were rarely serious, that she could see. She knew they always spent time together apart from the group, though- even if only a few minutes each night- so perhaps that was when they were serious. Even so, her parents were serious in one thing- their affections for one another, and for their family. Still, normal was subjective, and many people feared her parents. She patted the arm she was holding for a third time, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. He was simply wonderful- she had never met anyone quite like him. She knew, socially speaking, that he considered himself beneath her- but she didn’t care. He was handsome and charming, and he could make her laugh. She often found herself smiling over something he had done, or said, even when he wasn’t around- and she was lonely without him. They spent hours together- he knew her just about as well as anyone.

That was why she had finally decided to invite him along with her family. If they were ever to see more of each other, properly, her father would have to meet him. It was part of the strict code of ethics that both of her parents had been raised to- her mother cast most of them off, but her father was far more set in his ways, and this was one thing that she was sure he would not bend on. Besides, it was important to her to have at least some semblance of approval from her father. She still did love her Daddy- she supposed she always would- but she was finding that she was beginning to become attached to Luke, as well. But things were going better than she thought they would- her mother was encouraging, and polite- charming, she would say.

Luke seemed embarrassed when her mother referred to him, and she shook her head with a little laugh as her mother’s attention snapped to her father. “I’m sorry… my mother can be a bit overbearing at times. But she means well,” she sighed. Her mother did mean well- but right now, she was looking at her father oddly, and for now, she let it be, returning her attention to Luke when he spoke. Of course, her attention naturally snapped to him often, and she hung onto every word he said like it was precious.

“Daddy doesn’t mind you,” she let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. Her father hadn’t outright ignored the boy, or shooed him away subtly- and she relaxed more fully at his side, her rigid posture relaxing into something more like her mother’s. Still proper, but not stiff. “You look handsome,” she said it softly, leaning in to peck him on the cheek lightly, while her parents were too wrapped up in one another to notice. Then, realizing what she’d done, she felt her face flush as scarlet as her hair, heat flooding her cheeks.

-

She had forgotten how her name fell from his lips. Not her nickname, or new identity, but her birth name. He said it very softly, of course, but it brought back memories of the precious few lazy nights they had spent together in Georgia. She could remember at least one vividly- they had met on the trail between her Uncle’s home and his Father’s- not intentionally. But his delight at seeing her hadn’t been masked, and she had been just as thrilled to see him. They had quickly taken to riding together, leisurely- and, of course, they had managed to steal at least one kiss as the sun was just starting to set, made easier by the fact that she was now seated in front of him, as he had taught her how to ride without being in the precarious sidesaddle position she was accustomed to.

Half-lost in memory, she glanced at him without the carefully-constructed façade she usually wore- just for an instant before she hardened herself again, deliberately.

“Thought I told ya not to call me that,” she said it softly, though, delight obvious in the tone. “They’re pretty together, aren’t they?” Her sharp gaze took in the contrast between their daughter and the lean young man. The girl was more comfortable than the boy, clearly- or she had been. Right now she was blushing scarlet as her hair, and the boy didn’t look much better.

What had her daughter gone and done?

Clearly, her daughter was to blame, of course. The women in the family often were the more forward in the early stages of courtship, after all. It had been Gwen who tempted John Henry for a kiss, and she was willing to bet it was Celestine who had just done… whatever… to make those kids blush. But she was getting hungry now, and the group was moving in the general direction of the restaurant they had chosen. She followed, strides matched to the gambler by her side easily. Celeste blinked, finally lifting her head.

“Uhm… sorry.” She ducked her head again. “You… still want to go to dinner, right?”

-

Dinner was pleasant, and she couldn’t fault the food, or the setting. Essie had picked up some amusing tales- and spun a few about Walker, and herself, from when they were growing up, much to the delight of all involved. The woman was between herself and Sarah- she had Doc close against her other side- perfect for the doe eyes she sent him, and the wolfish smile he sent back in response. Tarquin, of course, was on the other side of Sarah. Across the table, Walker and Belle sat across from the engaged couple, while Celestine and Luke were across from the gambler and his woman. The chair between the two couples was glaringly empty- Will should have been filling it, and his absence was keenly felt. But, as dinner progressed, conversation began to flow between the couples, quietly.

Celestine had her head close to her young man’s, her soft voice not carrying to anyone, not even her sharp-eared mother. But Galatea was chatting pleasantly with Doc, one hand resting atop one of his, stroking it every so often. The pair had always been affectionate with one another, always just a whisper closer than they should have been, and this was the fully mature result of that childhood dream. Their own voices were soft, but it was clear that there was quite a bit of affection between the two in the way he allowed her to touch, and the way his eyes met hers.

At the opposite end of the table, Walker chatted pleasantly with both Essie and Belle, though the majority of his attention was on the woman by his side, and most of the words were spoken in French. Tarquin had Sarah’s hand in his, fingers twined together, and he would give it a little squeeze now and then, while they chatted quietly- and occasionally dipped in on the conversation with Walker and Belle, or Essie. It was a peaceful evening, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. A loud voice, couple with a familiar name, broke the peace.

“Holliday!” The voice was familiar, and before the last syllable of his last name was uttered, Galatea’s smile had shifted into full-blown distraction mode. Her own name widened it, and she laughed, not releasing the hand under hers for the moment. She was as common a sight with him as the twin guns and black hat, by now, and she had fully accepted that she was icing on the cake, so to speak, to the table. She listened to the banter, laughing when appropriate, and shaking her head with a chuckle as he wiggled his brows at her in exit. He made for amusement most nights he decided to play, and he was, if boisterous, affable and amiable, in his way. She reached delicately for the stem of her champagne flute, not risking anything harder for fear of the reaction of the woman by her side. Speaking of that woman… it hit her, then, that the man had just called her man by last name- which was typical- and that Essie still thought that he was… dead…

But Essie hadn’t moved- was being quiet, in fact, and so, she assumed all was well there, that the woman had been too preoccupied to notice. Besides, Doc was again toying with her hair, and she gave the expected eye roll and huff of annoyance- before fixing the slightly askew hat on his head with her free hand. She was distracted enough that she didn’t register the hand which swatted her on the shoulder at first, until Essie leaned over and tagged Doc as well. Not hard, but swift- enough to startle, but not harm.

“That’s for leavin’ me in the dark.” She snapped at both, repeating the gesture with the gambler. “And you! Leavin’ us without so much as a goodbye. And then not writin’ to tell us you were still alive! Honestly, Mister John- I don’t know what to do with you.” She shook her head. Part of her had suspected, but she had dismissed it, of course. Gwen blinked, her gaze shifting to the woman with wide eyes. Essie had just done what she would do to herself, or Walker, when they were in trouble for something. Never hurt, but the look in her eyes… that was what stung.

[Unoma]

[ short. Meh.]
The uproar of voices as they entered was almost distracting. It didn't take them long to be seated and dinner on it's way. Her eyes scanned across the table. Taking in each face. They lovely embraces they all seemed to share, even the young ones. Galatea's daughter was it? And a cute little boy at her side. It was all merry and full of joy. A happy occasion. She was happy to be a part of it. Gripping the small bag in her hand, she glanced at Sarah often, in between her and Walker's conversations. It probably made the blonde slightly uncomfortable or at least curious, if she noticed the french woman who continued to stare at her.

"Tell me some about yourself." she spoke to Walker. Wanting to learn more of this man. She was curious about their history. All of theirs really. They were a very different, yet interesting bunch. All would seem to come from different places and upbringings. But at the same time that didn't seem so. The bond between them all was strong, one could feel it just sitting at the table with them. Their laughter and memories were warming to the heart and easy on the soul. Like it was always suppose to be this way. Like these people were always suppose to be together. A soft smile went to her thoughts, she was starting to like them. Belle didn't know much about any of them, but their company was refreshing.

It didn't take long for a man to come up to the table, stealing the attention of Doc, Galatea and the others. She saw this as a perfect time to grab Sarah's attention. Moving herself closer to the bride-to-be, she was almost shaking with excitement. She wasn't sure why, since she really didn't know the woman. Perhaps it was the pure happiness in the room and the celebratory atmosphere, either way she could hardly contain herself.

" Miss Sarah." she smiled at the woman gently, before placing the small bag she carried onto the table. " I have wedding present for you."

Belle opened up the small bag, taking out a golden necklace. The chain was small links, leading to a medium sized medallion. Carved into the medallion a woman dressed in a loose, wispy gown. Wings set upon her back as she reached outwards, lovingly. Her hair and bottom of dress were spotted with citrine. The yellow gems matched Sarah's hair almost perfectly. She held the necklace out to Sarah, nodding her head for her to take it.

" It good luck." she nodded with certainty." Where I am from the Fee-" she paused for a moment, searching for the English term. "Fairy. It suppose to bring joy and happiness." She stared at Sarah with those large eyes, almost pleading for her to take it. She wouldn't be completely insulted if she didn't, but it would hurt her feelings a bit. Smiling at her brightly, she wished only a happy future for the couple. Getting married was something special. Not something to be taken lightly. Glancing back at Walker with slight unease, she was almost worried if she would offend the woman.

[Doc_Holliday]

Her attention was also grabbed by the boisterous man who always looked like he had just emerged from months atop a mountain. His beard was thick and concealed much of his mouth, and she had seen him around on many occasions. He had inexplicably taken a liking to her brother, at first much to his chagrin, but he had slowly come around and accepted the man's extension of friendliness. Billy Harris, she believed was his name. He was no gambler, but an honest man who did much of his work in logging. He seemed to recognize Luke as well, the two exchanging a smile and nod of their heads before Billy turned his attention back to Doc and luring him to the poker tables later that night.

Sarah turned when she heard her name come from the opposite direction, meeting Belle's eager face with mild surprise. "Belle," she said with a smile. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself." The young woman gently laid a bag onto the table in front of them, opening it to reveal a golden necklace with a medallion hanging from the end of it. There was a winged woman on the ornament, yellow gems accentuating the unique piece of jewelry. It was beautiful. Her immediate reaction would have been to close the young woman's hands around it, asking her to keep it, but refusing a gift was very rude and Belle seemed excited to present it to Sarah.

"It's so beautiful," she whispered, glancing at her to ask for permission before taking it from the woman's hands. Knowing the meaning behind it, that it's intention was to bring joy and happiness, made it even more appealing to the blonde woman. She examined it closely in her hands for a moment, taking in the detail and beauty of the piece before smiling and unclasping the necklace that currently hung around her neck. She slipped it into her beaded handbag, replacing it with the one Belle had just so kindly given to her as a wedding gift. It was just the right length to be shown up perfectly with the cut of gown she wore this evening, and she smiled brightly to Belle, holding up the hand that had her gold and sapphire engagement ring on it to her neck. "Look, it matches perfectly," she said with a laugh. "Thank you, Belle." She leaned forward to embrace the girl, somehow managing to make the hug graceful even with a table and chairs in the way.

Just as their surprise visitor had left and Galatea and Doc had gotten resituated with each other, there was a flash of movement to the right of Galatea. Both the woman and the gambler received a well intended swat on the arm from Essie, surprising both of them equally. He had to search his memory for what must have tipped her off, the loud use of his last name jumping forward as the obvious culprit. Doc recovered quickly though, rubbing the spot on his arm where she'd smacked him, twice, as if it was tender, and put on his best disappointed face.

"Really, Essie, I'm actually hurt that you didn't recognize me." John Henry perhaps would have apologized for the incident, but Doc Holliday rarely offered apologies for anything. He had a reason for everything that he did, and he knew that she wouldn't have been left in the dark, as she saw it, for longer than this evening anyway. He kept eye contact with her for a brief moment, perhaps now the familiar blue gaze looking more familiar. He looked away again then, downing the rest of the bourbon in his glass.

Sarah took his opportunity to lean forward and touch Essie on the arm then, taken aback by look in her eyes. "Please, don't mind him, Miss Essie," she whispered to her dear friend. The woman had been her ultimate friend and confidante when she had no one else. "He didn't even tell Tea -Gwen- who he was when they found each other again." She was trying hard to explain that it shouldn't be taken personally. Sarah, Tarquin, and Tea had all gotten used to Doc and his strange ways over the many years they had spent with him. When Sarah had found him again she had been shocked by the person he had become. She could all too well understand how suddenly being presented with his sarcastic and sometimes mean-spirited humor would be a rude wake-up call to someone who had only ever held an image of him in their mind as a put together, respectable gentleman from Georgia. "He didn't recover," she added as if in his defense. It wasn't as if he had simply gotten well and forgotten his family and friends in Georgia. On cue, the gambler was wracked with a spasm of painful sounding coughs, Tarr's temporary fixes already beginning to lose their effect on him. He brushed it off and continued with his cigarette like nothing had happened, as usual.

Food had not been on their minds for quite some time, and feeling that they were taking up valuable space for new patrons, the group stood up and began to organize themselves for whatever would come next. She knew where Doc would be heading, Galatea naturally at his side. The general consensus seemed to be that of those who were able, none would mind a few hours in one of the classier saloons in town. Celeste was used to not being able to attend these outings, but she did have her fellow with her here tonight. She grabbed Essie before she could leave, urging the woman to join them. "Oh, please don't leave me all by myself," she said happily. She had a feeling that Tarquin would enjoy a game of pool while Doc played poker with Galatea in his lap. And where did that leave her? Hopefully with Essie as a companion. "It's really not so bad." It wasn't one of the shadier saloons that she may have been picturing, but she left the decision wholly up to her. Staying behind with Tarquin while the couple covered the expenses of the evening, she quickly caught up to Celeste and Luke, eyeing the pair with a sparkle in her eye.

"You two will be alright?" She had one eyebrow cocked, an expression amazingly similar to one the more notorious Holliday sibling would pull. The question was more directed towards the young man than Celeste, but she laughed, the sound relieving tension and she caught Luke letting out a little exhale.

"Yes ma'am," he murmured.

Satisfied, Sarah pecked her niece on the cheek lovingly. "Don't stay up too late. It was lovely meeting you, Luke." She firmly believed they would be seeing more of the boy.

Responding more vibrantly to his first name, he smiled and nodded. "Thank you. You too, Miss Holliday." He gave a natural little bow of his head to the blonde woman, her grace and elegance enough to bring the proper side out of any man she spoke to, and then lead Celeste behind the group of adults off to the saloon. They parted ways, disappearing into the smoke and music filled atmosphere of the establishment fairly close to their home a few blocks over. The darker skinned woman drew stares as they entered, but she was accompanied by Doc Holliday, and no one said a word.

-

He was still flustered and confused by the sweet gesture of affection she had planted on his cheek not long before dinner, though less now than he had been all throughout the meal. She was so much like her mother, he could see that now, and she had learned her carefree expression of feelings from the beautiful red-head always wrapped around the tall gambler. He wasn't used to it, but he was beginning to really like it, and even reciprocate her gestures.

Only a few couples and groups of people strayed the streets, now. He was almost a different person, still quiet, but much more relaxed. His hands were thrust into the pockets of his pants casually, Celeste's hand still hooked around his forearm naturally as they walked together. "I'm glad I came with you tonight," he said with a smile, even though it had made it all the more clear that he did not belong with her. He clearly lacked the heavy drawl that was present in the speech of much of her family, instead speaking in the less flashy, regional Western dialect. It was a charming sound in it's own right, though. Now that it was just Celeste and him and they were free from the daunting company of her family, he seemed older and more composed. He usually really wasn't a timid, fright-filled boy, and he was slightly crestfallen that this was the image they had been given of him tonight. He had been out on cattle drives and spent months away from home at a time as a ranch hand several towns over, and was even welcomed into saloons when out on the trail, most working men and boys were, so the loud music and men stumbling around drunk didn't faze him. Regulations were loose and his money was as good as anybody's. He was completely at home with the "lower-class" citizens and the Hollidays simply were not part of that group. All of that hadn't left much time for a proper education, it being far more beneficial to have hands-on, applicable knowledge, things that would save your life rather than impress someone with useless information.

"Sorry," he suddenly said aloud after realizing he had been somewhat lost in his thoughts. Never once had he felt judged or looked down upon by the pretty girl walking next to him now; all of what he was feeling was put on by himself. "Hey," he said, stopping short and turning to face Celeste. "I'm riding out to the next town over tomorrow to see about some work if you want to join me." He hadn't forgotten that Celeste didn't know how to ride. "I'll teach you," he said, his bright smile visible even by the dim lighting of the street's night lamps. He waited only for confirmation before resuming his pace, Celeste in tow and feeling satisfied. He stopped when they reached her house. They had taken every long way they could think of, but it was fairly late, and he needed to head home. It was a good ride back to the small, isolated settlement his family resided in. But the moon was bright and it wouldn't be so treacherous.

He kissed her on her fair cheek, lingering there and overall being so careful that one might think he was capable of breaking her. He backed away while still facing her, swooping low suddenly in an elaborate bow with one arm extended in front of him. "Goodnight, Miss Holliday," he said cheekily before turning and jogging back to where he had left his trusted horse with an acquaintance in the city.

-

They heard a holler as soon as they got within sight of the man that had found them while at dinner. "Goddammit, why'd you keep me waiting so long, Holliday" came the familiar voice when he spied the lean gambler and Galatea approach him. "They didn't believe me when I told 'em you was comin'. Thought you were dead. I told you, boys." He felt utterly vindicated and pulled out the chair that was next to him, patting the empty place at the table. He sat backwards on his, elbows resting comfortably on the back of it.

"Harris, I told you to keep that to a minimum," he warned good-naturedly in regards to his constant announcements of his presence, but with a sigh and near eye-roll, he sat where he was invited to, removing his hat and tossing it in any empty chair behind him. He couldn't explain why the man was so eager to play and usually lose to him, but he would happily oblige him. As far as games went, this was as easy as Doc ever went on an opponent. He would rather clean out the men that made gambling their means of income. Harris always knew when to step back and let Holliday do his thing. He didn't have as much money to bet and lose as the professionals, after all, and Doc was generous enough to never let him leave with less than he came in with. If he did have more money, he would be quite a worthy opponent.

Sarah kept Essie close by her side, knowing enough to not look around too much and make people feel as though they were being watched. She kept her focus mainly on Tarquin, enjoying seeing him in this different element. Belle also, was nearby, and she kept a close watch on her to make sure that she was doing alright. Often, she would glance back towards Doc and Tea, but they were always fine, and sometimes outside as if she would be able to catch a glimpse of Celeste and Luke. She didn't step foot into saloons often, but she felt comfortable tonight as part of a large group, and found herself enjoying the sights and the upbeat piano music that filled the crowded room.

(Post #2 in our series of awkward endings...)

[Galatea]

((Oh, oh, Celestine is adorable! And so is poor Essie!))

Walker chuckled as Belle questioned him in a break between stories, and shrugged slightly. “Well, as ya have probably figured out, I was born into wealth, ya might say. That southern aristocracy thing, ya know? Anyway, my sister… well. Let’s just say things happened, and she wound up bein’ engaged to a real nasty piece of work.”

“That’s such a pleasant way of describing him,” Tea shot towards them as she took a dainty sip of champagne. “Call him what he is.”

“She’s just sore ‘cause she’s stuck sippin’ champagne instead of the stuff she usually drinks.” He offered easily. She retaliated by returning her interest to Doc, her voice resuming its soft, pleasant tone and a smile slipping easily across her face as they picked up conversation again. “Anyway, she decided she wasn’t gonna stand for marryin’ that monster, and she lit out the day of her weddin’ to head out West. That’s where Doc picked her up,” he added. “Tarquin went with her. When I hit sixteen I followed- worked the cow towns for a couple years.” And he’d learned the value of a dollar. He shrugged then. “What about you, cherie?” He asked it pleasantly. But, by then, Harris had come up, attracting everyone’s attention. Walker had seen the man several times around town, and knew that the man was always ready with a laugh, and honest. He worked for his money, too- honest work- and Walker could appreciate his work ethic. He sent a smile towards the man, before turning his attention towards Belle once more, only to find the woman’s attention on Sarah.

Galatea, too, turned towards them in time to see Belle present her gift, and she slanted a smile towards the quiet girl before leaning in to catch the fiery glint of the gems that adorned the medallion. Very pretty, she decided. It was then that Essie swatted at both her and the gunslinger- and her gaze shifted to study Doc. It wasn’t often that he was surprised, and she enjoyed the brief moment of confusion before he recovered, feigning injury as he rubbed at his offended arm, turning mock-hurt eyes on Essie. She had to laugh as she casually rubbed the spot where the woman had swatted him, her touch light and playful, eyes sparkling. She casually shifted her hand to the spot between his shoulder blades as he tossed back the rest of his glass, sipping on the champagne in front of her without deriving much pleasure from it. She wanted a drink- a real drink. She was coveting her man right now, for he had a glass, and the amber liquid was tempting.

Essie watched them with more interest now than previously. They had always cared for one another, but the affection had clearly turned to full-blown love. It was wonderful to see the two now- the casual touches were gentle, and they were clearly a couple who loved well, and often. But that sarcastic streak- where had it come from? Young Mister John had never been caustic- but then, her girl had never been so affectionate with a man in a public place before.

“Now, be nice,” Tea said it playfully. “After all, I didn’t recognize ya, either, sugar.” She was the only one who called him that, and the only man she used that particular term of endearment for. “I’m sorry, Mama Essie. He’s like that with everyone.” She gave him a mock-glare, but the merry twinkle in her eye gave her away.

Sarah’s voice spoke then, and Essie shifted her gaze to the blonde woman. “You mean he stayed with her, and she had no idea he was…?” she looked to them again. The pair was still engrossed in their own conversation, though much of it was conveyed through the eyes. She wondered how they had found one another, again- and who had suggested they stay together. Her sharp gaze didn’t miss the coughing spasm that ripped through him, nor the way her girl gently stroked reassuringly between his shoulder blades, as if to soothe (Tea had long since perfected her technique, and had learned early on that Doc actually enjoyed the gentle pressure there to help ease some of the discomfort.) She let her gaze meet his, searchingly, but she didn’t ask if he was alright, didn’t coddle or patronize.

“She isn’t even upset,” she murmured it. She wanted to soothe, to comfort, but stayed here she was when she noticed the lack of concern from all parties at the table. Walker had started speaking softly to Belle again- Tarquin glanced over, lips pursed, but looked away just as quickly- Galatea sat quietly, soothing him, but not drawing attention to them. Only the daughter seemed concerned, but her gaze shifted swiftly back to her dark-haired young man. “Oh, the poor thing.” Her voice was soft, now.

But they had finished dinner, by now, and Tarquin signaled the waiter to bring the check, so to speak. They started to sort themselves out- Galatea against Doc’s warm side, Sarah at Tarquin’s, and Walker had slipped an arm around Belle’s tiny waist, to protect. Celestine had her hand resting on Luke’s arm, and a gentle smile on her face.

“Where are we going?” Essie questioned as the girl and her escort bid the group goodnight, only releasing the young man to peck her aunt and uncles- and her parents, of course- on the cheek in turn, saving her father for last, as usual.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” was always the last thing she said to him, every night since childhood- and accompanying it was a peck on the cheek. Clearly, she loved her father very much, and she left gracefully, not demanding a return on her affection as she usually did. She greeted him much the same when they rose each morning, though normally in their home she would get a return on her affectionate gesture. She happily linked her arm back through Luke’s, though, and let him pick their steps, knowing he would watch out for her, as her family slipped happily into one of the classiest saloons in town. She watched them disappear with a smile- across the street, she could see that Will had left the light on in the clinic, and was no doubt wide awake. She almost wanted to stop there and see her brother, who she loved so much, but she wanted to spend time with Luke more.

It was quiet, and the two were comfortable together, even with the silence. They didn’t need to fill the silence, but when he spoke, she did listen, smiling up at him fetchingly.

“I’m glad you came, too.” She was glad. Her father hadn’t outright ignored the boy, and he had let her go off with him, so clearly he saw something in Luke that was admirable, or he would have insisted on heading for home before making the nightly trek to one of the saloons, to keep an eye on his daughter. Instead, he had let them out of his ever-watchful gaze. She cuddled a bit closer as they walked in silence now- she had both hands resting on his forearm. She just liked him. He made her happy.

He was different, no denying that. He worked with his hands, and worked hard. Her brother and Uncle were gifted with the scalpel- her father’s lean hands were perfectly suited for both poker and piano playing. But Luke’s hands were more like her Uncle Walker’s- tough and calloused from doing whatever work he could find. They were hands that knew how to work the land, yet they were also gentle hands when it came to her. He fascinated her, because he wasn’t book smart, or flashy like her family. He was down-to-earth and humble, with a native curiosity and intelligence. And he was kind, to her and everyone around him. She hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting his parents, but they had a fine reputation of honesty and integrity in the small town. He spoke again, his accent charming. She was accustomed to the soft Southern drawl, and the musical lilt of Ireland, thanks in part to her family. His voice had a twang to it, but it was pleasant to listen to. He pulled up, and she looked up at him curiously.

Her smile would have answered him, even if she hadn’t been able to speak. But this was the first time he had invited her to do something with him that didn’t involve her seeking him out, first.

“I would love to!” Her smile widened. “I would really, really love to.” She didn’t care that she’d never sat on a horse (that she could recall, anyway). She could learn- it couldn’t possibly be that difficult. Her mother could ride, she knew, as could her father. Will had had a pony when he was growing up. It could not be so difficult! Satisfied, he led her on to her home, and she dawdled going inside, giving him the chance to kiss her cheek, which he did so carefully, so gently. He always treated her like a little porcelain doll, or a rare gem- afraid he would break her. When he swept into a bow, however, she could not help the laughter that bubbled up. Her laugh was more her father’s than her mother’s- light and airy, with a hint of elegance to it, and not even an inkling of the sensual tone of her mothers could be found.

“Goodnight, Mister Grant,” she said it teasingly, watching him as far as she could before unlocking the door and going inside.

-

Essie looked like she’d been knocked upside the head, her eyes were so wide. There was movement everywhere, color everywhere, and she was startled. It smelled like smoke and whiskey, and there was a cacophony of sounds- decks being shuffled and dealt, the merry ‘clink’ of a pool cue hitting a ball, and the ‘tinkle’ of glasses being tapped together. Galatea smiled reassuringly, pecking her on the cheek lovingly.

“I’ve gotta go to work,” she said with a laugh. “Rather, we have to, right, sugar?” She teasingly brought her mouth close to his, not quite touching, before merrily slipping out of his grip and heading for the bar to get a bottle of bourbon. Her southern minx routine was well-practiced by now- she caused all sorts of trouble for the other players, without once abandoning Doc to his fate, and she was a true master at reading his subtle signals. For example, when he leaned back, as though disinterested in her, she was to cause trouble. He would tap the table, casually- no one ever suspected that each tap signaled which player she was to target. They had a system, and it worked quite well, having been streamlined into efficiency long ago.

She caught the longing look on Tarquin’s face as she sailed in the direction of the poker table, and winked. “Oh, go on, Tarr. I don’t think Sarah’s ever seen you really play,” she said it mischievously, slowing until Doc got comfortable, before she continued and effortlessly draped herself in his lap. Essie felt a brow twitch. The gambler didn’t care- he even slid an arm around her waist as she filled his glass, taking a healthy swallow herself before letting him shoot the rest back. She met the dark-skinned woman’s gaze, and winked. She looked so effortlessly comfortable with her living chair, yet there was nothing obscene about the way she sat, draped there.

If Galatea was a surprise, then Tarquin was a shock. He started by taking off his jacket, passing it to Walker, who shrugged but grinned. But he couldn’t move in the restricting shirt, so he unbuttoned and rolled his cuffs, loosening his tie in the process. Everyone watched, mildly surprised to see the mild-mannered doctor in the saloon, and more surprised when he leaned over the billiard table with a half-feral grin. A game was just finishing- and the man who won was cheating. Horribly. His victim of the hour had little money, anyway, and so, he was more than happy to take on Tarr for a little fun. Tarquin came from money, after all.

“Oh, no…” Walker grinned, shaking his head at Belle. “Tarquin’s amazing at this game. Only thing that would make it better would be if Will was here.” His voice was very soft, carrying only to Belle. “Is there anything you’d like to do, cherie?” He indicated the saloon. “Anything ya want to try?” His attention shifted to the table when Tarquin sunk another ball, then another. He was just that good- rarely missed. He laughed at the wary look on the other man’s eyes, gesturing Sarah over good-naturedly as he sipped at his whiskey, not shooting it as the other men in the saloon.

“C’mere, me darlin’ lass,” he waited for compliance, before sliding up behind her, chin on her shoulder. “I’m goin’ tae teach ye ‘ow tae shoot.” He said it softly, with amusement behind the tone. He didn’t often let his darker side show, and he was not pleased with the looks Sarah was getting. He could understand now why Doc kept Galatea in contact with him most of the time, and why the man kept an arm around her as a buffer at the table. Speaking of which, he glanced up to their table, and the pair were clearly having fun with it tonight. Tea had pulled the pins from her hair at last, the silky tresses tempting fate by being over the shoulder closest to the gunman. She was laughing at something that had been said, her attention divided between the game, Doc, and the man sitting next to the gambler, who good-naturedly joked and teased with her- which she reciprocated, though never ever made a nuisance of herself towards him.

They were in their element, that was for sure.

Galatea glanced up, winked at him, before laughing outright at something that was said as she filled the glass she was sharing with the pistoleer, her face bright and amused. Essie glanced their way again.

“They really are a pair, aren’t they?” Walker leaned in with a smile.

“You won’t find a better-matched set anywhere.” He chuckled. “Hell, they’ve been sweet on one another since they were kids, you know that.”

[Unoma]

Listening to his story carefully, she was intrigued by it all. It sounded so interesting, like the beginning of a novel. When the question switched back to her, she turned her attention to her glass. Spinning the wine to make a whirlpool, she gave a soft shrug of her shoulders.

" I also come from wealth." she said, finally looking up at him. " Small family. We harvest grapes for wine. High class, boring."

It was all true. She did come from a very small, yet wealthy family. Besides her parents, her only family was Jacque. Her now deceased, older brother. No uncles nor aunts. It didn't bother as much as one would think. Of course she missed Jacque dearly, but she had a close friend still in France, whom had been there through most of her life. That was her family and she was grateful for her.

With her attention on Sarah and gift in hand, she could only smile at the blonde woman's reaction. She seemed surprised and thankful, perhaps her day was brighten just a tidbit more. Even if not, Belle was happy she accepted it and even was polite enough to put it on. When Sarah rose the ring to the necklace and Belle saw how perfectly they matched, a soft squeal of delight erupted from it. How could she be so lucky? She wasn't one to usually have such good fortune, but she was beyond pleased it fit so well. When Sarah reached to hug her, she embraced the woman delicately, yet with a gentle squeeze of ' I wish you the best'. Belle loved to see others happy.

A loud sound of someone coughing caught her attention, her eyes moved towards the noise, almost worried someone might be choking. By the time her eyes settled on Doc, the coughs were near the end and soon finished. She gave quick, almost unnoticeable glances towards him, noting how he brushed it off and no one else seemed concerned, besides Essie and his daughter that is. It wasn't her place to say or ask anything about it, so she turned her attention back to Walker, continuing on with their conversation.

Belle was full and it seemed like she wasn't the only one, as the group began to stand and ready themselves for departure. Walker slid his arm around her waist and she pushed herself against his side. Slipping an arm against his back and the other at his chest, almost snuggling against the larger man, as they walked. She was unsure where they were headed exactly, but she wasn't worried. Not while she was in the company of this group.The men seemed like they could handle business, she even doubted the women would have a hard time dealing with trouble. That was, until they walked in the door.

Greeted by a cloud of smoke and the yells of drunken men, she cringed against Walker's side. Almost climbing herself onto him. She had never really been in a saloon before. There were some where she use to live, but they were in parts of town she didn't enter. Only the servants returned items of those places. And the whole time she was here, she had walked many times past the doors of the saloons, yet she did not dare enter one. Now that she was here though, it took a few moments to adjust to. During that time she clung steadily to Walker and anyone else in the group who may be near.

When Walker spoke, her eyes drifted to Tarquin and the game he was playing. She wasn't sure what it was exactly, nor did she know what Doc and Galatea were doing. It was all completely new and it was a bit fearful. Looking up at the man at her side, the uncertainty shone through her eyes.

" Um.. I never been to somewhere like this." she said, her voice nervous and low. " I do not know how to do any of it."

Belle stopped and looked around. Sarah was now with Tarquin and he was showing her how to 'shoot' as she heard him say. Doc and Tea were drinking, liquor was something else she had never had, playing a game and seemingly enjoying themselves. This was all new to her, but she knew this was what she needed. An adventure. She couldn't just run away now. Turning her attention back to Walker, she inhaled deeply.

" What would you suggest?" she asked boldly. Pushing back the nerves and uncertainty. Nothing bad would happen anyways, she was in good company. If there was any time to let her hair down, it would be now.

[Doc_Holliday]

She grinned playfully when Tarquin ushered her over to the pool table, and let him guide her body into the proper form for shooting pool. She felt utterly ridiculous, but with his instruction, she managed to pull off the attempt, and turned around swiftly so that they were face to face instead. She kissed him softly on the lips, eyeing him up and down playfully. She appreciated this casual side of him that she couldn't recall having seen at all over the past few years. It meant he was relaxed and happy, and could enjoy the time to kick back and play the game that he had such passion for. She slid around from in front of him so that she was at his side, hand on his arm up until the moment he bent over the table to shoot again, watching him with intense fascination. With his jacket tossed at Walker to hold, sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened so that he could move freely, he was quite a sight.

She returned to her place right next to Essie, then, keeping close to the woman and Walker as comfort. Grinning fully, she kept her blue gaze focused on her man, laughing whenever he glanced over to her, and then easily sunk ball after ball. Doc and Tea were in their own world across the room and for the most part were the center of attention among the poker players. Not many big games could get started when Holliday was present, as he and Galatea always promised to provide the most entertainment. So involved were they that they didn't notice when Sarah, Tarquin and present company quietly took their leave. They didn't regularly hold the same hours that the gambler and his woman did, and they only left after most of the action and money to be won had left as well.

-

He was an early riser, up before the sun and immediately setting to task on the various things he needed to get done before riding back into town to get Celeste. He was much more optimistic about this day than the evening before, where things would be on his terms and he would be in his own environment. He went out to the barn, saddling up his two best horses and was about to head out when his father emerged from the home.

"You heading to Mesa Creek today, Luke?"

"Yes, sir." He hesitated, as did the taller man on the ground in front of him. The fact that he had two horses was pretty obvious.

"You takin' that Holliday girl?"

Luke only nodded, firm in his confirmation of this fact.

"Well...your ma and I would be right pleased if you brought her on by for something to eat on your way back. Don't let her go thinking we aren't decent folk." His thumbs were hitched in his suspenders, nodding to verify that this would be the way of it.

"Yes, Pa," he answered, smiling, before giving his horse a good nudge with his heels and heading out in the direction of the city. The trip never took him long when he was on his own. He rode fast and he rode well, and he was motivated to get where he was going as quickly as possible. The sun was quickly making its way to its appointed place in the sky, its brilliant light grazing the prairie grass and creating a sea of golden terrain in front of him. It was his favorite time of day. The air was cool and fresh with the reminder of night, but the sunlight was warm on his skin. He deviated from the commonly traveled path, knowing these lands better than the back of his hand, and eased his horses down to a jog as he neared the inner city. He hopped off, holding the reins of both horses and waiting for Celeste to emerge from her house. He figured she would be on the lookout for him, and he didn't want to disturb the rest of her family as it was fairly early for all of them to be up and about.

He grinned brightly when he saw her come out and at the mild look of surprise on her face when she saw that he had in fact brought two horses. "You didn't think you were riding with me, did you?" He laughed. Even when he teased his voice was sweet and kind. "No ma'am, you get a horse all to yourself." He beckoned her forward, holding out his hand and bringing her around to the side of the red and white overo paint mare he had brought for her. "This is Cleo," he said, patting her nose and encouraging Celeste to continue when he stopped. "She's my best horse, doesn't have a mean bone in her body." His young sister was comfortable on this gentle mare. "She's a real Indian pony," he said, the affection and pride for her clear in his voice. He had been given the filly a few years ago by a tribe of Cheyenne Indians that had been passing through their lands and he'd raised and broke her himself.

He indicated to the blue roan quarter horse on the other side of them, also patting his nose. "And this is Sterling." He was his primary mount, skilled in the fierce cutting moves necessary for dealing with cattle. He was also a good horse, but he knew that Celeste would like Cleo. He was far more relaxed this morning than he had been last night, and was back to his usual clothing, typical of a homesteader. His white collared shirt was tucked into dark pants that were held up by a belt rather than suspenders, more comfortable for riding, and his tall black boots went over his pant legs, nearly reaching his knee. He watched her pat Cleo's nose with his deep brown eyes, letting her enjoy the mare on the ground first. He walked around to her left side, re-tightening her cinch. Never once had she swung her head around to nip at him, and he patted her neck before again holding out his hand for Celeste to take and join him. If he didn't have faith in her abilities he wouldn't have put her up on her, but he knew that she was more than capable of handling a horse like Cleo.

"Put your left foot in the stirrup," he instructed gently, holding it steady for her. He placed her hand on his shoulder, then, so that she could use him to brace herself on her way up, telling her to take three little hops with her right foot and then one big one. As she made her big jump, he boosted her up into the saddle, steadying her until she swung her other leg over to the other side, letting her take the time to adjust her skirt as necessary. He looked up at her and smiled, pure joy written all over his features. "Well, look at you," he said with a laugh. He stayed right by her side, one hand unblushingly resting on the top of her leg to make sure she was secure and comfortable. He handed her the reins, then. "Hold them right about here," he said, placing her hand at the appropriate spot. "They don't need to be tight. You can hold the horn if you like," he said, tapping the feature in front of her. "When you want her to go, just squeeze with the lower half of your leg. To stop, lightly pull back on the reins. Try it," he said with a smile. He backed away slightly and watched her ease Cleo forward a few steps, and then pull back on her reins and bring make her stop. "Easy, right?" He laughed, seeing that she was comfortable and walked around to her other side where Sterling stood patiently waiting. He leapt up into the saddle, swinging himself over with what looked like no effort at all. As soon as he moved forward and up the street, Cleo followed without much prompting from Celeste at all.

-

The sun was higher now, but it was still early, and it wasn't blazing down on the young pair. He kept the pace at a steady walk, factoring this speed into his traveling time. Mesa Creek was very close, and they could get there and back in time before Celeste got too sore. His business in the small town was brief, and he handed her a canteen of water from his saddle bag that he had brought for her once they had dismounted and were able to take a few moments to rest.

"Don't feel like you have to, but my Ma and Pa have offered lunch on our way back." He posed it as something in-between a statement and a question, but she didn't oppose, and he nodded, pleased that she didn't mind the unexpected invitation. Things weren't formal where he came from. Casual but polite conversation was normal and spur of the moment invitations to stay and eat were perfectly commonplace. Getting hungry himself, he helped Celeste back up onto Cleo, and lead them back out into the open grasslands. He was slouched and comfortable in his saddle while he hummed and sang a common cowboy range song to himself after they had talked for awhile. Not a cloud was to be seen to obscure their view of the bright blue sky that stretched endlessly ahead of them, meeting the golden prairie grass at some distant point far out on the horizon. He loved this land as if it were a living, breathing thing. Coming up onto a hill, he stopped, looking over to the girl immediately at his side and pointing down to the bottom where a comfortable looking homestead was settled. There was a decently sized house coupled with a barn, a storage shed, pens for livestock, and generous fields that had been plowed and planted for a new season.

"Home, sweet, home," he said with a smile, urging Sterling forward and waiting for Celeste to bring Cleo up to match his pace. A young girl of about five or six darted out from the front door just in time to meet Luke and Celeste as he helped the girl dismount after he had jumped off. "Not bad for your first lesson," he complimented, taking the reins from her and leading the mare and gelding back to the barn where he would give them a break, untack them, and turn them out for some free roaming in their pen. The young girl, meanwhile, stood shyly gawking at Celeste, even the outfit she had selected for a day outside riding being finer and more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before. Luke rejoined Celeste just as his mother came out, catching her youngest daughter's stares and reprimanding her gently.

"Eliza, it's not polite to stare." The girl turned her eyes down to the ground but only found herself intrigued by Celeste's fine boots. The older woman wiped her hands on her apron and smiled warmly to Celeste, though she seemed somewhat hesitant and wary. "I've heard quite a bit about you," she said, and Luke twitched with embarrassment next to Celeste, but laughed it off. "I'm Alice Grant," she offered. "Please, you are welcome at our home anytime," she said, gesturing the young girl inside. She seemed pleasant enough, and she certainly was very pretty. She couldn't help who her parents were, and Mrs. Grant was not one that liked to judge if she could help it.

(Okay, I'm cutting myself off at this point. Will continue next post!)

[Galatea]

((Awww, this was sweet.))

Galatea woke when she heard the soft footpads in the hallway. She had a mother’s natural instinct, and never truly slept soundly. Then there was the usual nightly coughing fits that also woke her- which had been significantly lessened thanks to Tarquin, but the temporary fixes were starting to strain already, and as a result, were leading to restless nights again. But he was sleeping right now, and she slowly eased herself back, wrapping her robe around her as she crept to the door, opening it just in time to see the girl creeping down the hall. She startled, eyes wide, as her mother spoke, softly.

“And where do ya think you’re off to?”

“Mama, you startled me!” She had a hand over her speeding heart, as sharp green eyes watched her like a hawk. She had worn a simple gown and comfortable boots, but nothing got past her mother. “Luke asked me to go riding with him.”

“He knows you’ve never sat a horse in your life?” She asked it softly, not wanting to wake up anybody else- especially her favorite pillow who her body was already missing.

“Oh, Mama, he knows. I’ll be fine, really. It’s just over the next town. I’ll be home for dinner.”

“Alright.” She sighed. “Alright, girl. Now get, before your Daddy wakes up. I’d prefer he stays as he is- he could use the rest.” Her daughter looked at her with worried eyes. “Oh, now, don’t you start worryin’ about your Daddy. He’ll be alright. He always is, and ya know that.”

“But he can’t outrun death forever, Mama.” She said it softly. She’d thought her father incapable of dying, until the previous month. She had finally overheard that her father had nearly died just the night before that sudden snowstorm, and she had not taken it well. Every time her father coughed in her presence now, her eyes jolted to him, worry in their depths. She’d finally taken the initiative to learn just what consumption was, and it broke her heart. Her father didn’t deserve it!

“No, that’s true.” Her voice was soft. “But if anyone can, it’s your father.” She turned back now. “Have fun, Celeste.” She closed the door quietly, shedding her robe before slipping back into the warm nest of blankets she shared with Doc, cuddling close, resuming her place with her head on his chest. “Faker,” she said it with a laugh beneath the tone.

-

Truth be told, Celestine Holliday had been up since the sun first started coming up. She had been too excited to sleep, and by the time he arrived, she was already on the front porch swing. She nearly bounced when she noticed a shadow coming across the lawn, and was only mildly disappointed when it turned out to be her brother instead. Will caught her expression, and he laughed softly, jiggling his daughter on his hip gently.

“What, you don’t love me anymore, Lessie?” He pouted playfully, causing her to swat lightly at his arm, before wrapping him up in a hug, which he happily returned. “Alright, what’s his name?”

“Wilson Jonathan,” she whined her brother’s name, slightly. He knew her all too-well. He just kept looking at her steadily, and she sighed. “Honestly, you’re worse than Daddy sometimes!” A huff, then a sigh. “Luke Grant.”

“What was that, little sister?” He teased.

“His name is Luke Grant.” She shook her head in spite of herself.

“Luke Grant… Luke Grant…” he racked his brain for even a wisp of information about the name. “What’s he do?”

“Will…”

“I’m serious.”

“He’s not… from town, really.” She frowned. “But he’s nice, Will.”

“He better be nice to you.” He frowned, slightly. He would make a point to meet this Luke Grant sometime soon- and if the junior-most doctor in their small city couldn’t ask questions, who could?

“Wilson Jonathan, be nice!” She retorted. Her older brother was a loving pain, sometimes. Between her overprotective brother and gunslinging father, she knew that poor Luke would have to learn to take some good-natured teasing and mock threats.

“Sister, being nice is highly overrated.” But he smiled, kissing her cheek softly. “You be careful, now.”

“I love you,” she murmured as she hugged him tightly again, kissing him on the cheek and repeating the gesture with her little niece. She had missed him so much, and in the weeks following the death of Allison he had slowly started becoming more and more like his old self.

“I know, Less.” He kissed her forehead lightly. “I love you too.” His sharp ears caught the approach of hooves, and he smiled. “I’m assuming that’s your young man come to fetch you.” He released her. “Go on.”

“Bye, Will.” She smiled happily before practically skipping down the walk, to where Luke waited with not one but two horses. She had seen his steady blue roan gelding before, but not the splashy mare. They were both magnificent animals, and she couldn’t help herself as she approached, hand cautiously held out so the mare could take in her scent. She was a beautiful animal, and she couldn’t help the smile as she softly patted the pert little nose. “She’s so pretty,” she murmured as he told her the horses’ name. “Cleo,” she cooed it, watching the ears shift forward at the sound of her name. “She’s so sweet,” she added as the mare nuzzled at her palm.

Her eyes looked at him when he mentioned she was an Indian pony. She was so beautiful and sweet-natured, she could hardly believe that she had been raised by the red man- although her mother had always insisted she respect them. She had never seen an Indian, truth be told, and she was wary about them- but then, tales were just that. She knew from experience that they were not usually based in fact (her mother was proof of that), but Luke had actually seen them? She continued to pat the mare, until she felt Luke’s eyes on her, and she realized he was holding out a hand. She took it without hesitation, following his instructions until she was seated astride the splashy mount, with Luke’s hand gently resting on her upper thigh to steady her. She glanced down in mild surprise- it felt higher than it probably was- and the ground looked an awful long way from her perch.

But Luke wouldn’t have put her up on a horse if she was incapable of handling it.

He instructed her on how to get the horse moving- which she tried and nearly lost balance the first few steps. She hadn’t been expecting the gentle sway of the horse as she moved, but she gained confidence quickly enough. She subtly moved her hands back towards her hips, and the mare stopped at the gentle pressure. She was beaming by the time Luke swung into Sterling’s saddle. The mare followed easily, and Celeste relaxed into the gentle rocking motion of the horse, enjoying the ride very much.

-

She busied herself by window shopping while Luke concluded his business, never afraid to wander the streets alone in the day. Respectable people usually liked young Celestine Holliday, and she received several friendly smiles and doffed hats this morning, even though she was not dressed to her usual standards. She returned the smiles, though none were so bright as the one she turned on Luke when he returned. She immediately claimed his arm, and chuckled when he offered her his canteen, taking a sip daintily. When he casually offered lunch with his family, she felt a little niggle that something wasn’t right. Well, for one, she wasn’t dressed to impress- her hair was simply pulled back loosely in a bun, and she was not dressed properly to meet anybody! Her parents would have a FIT if she was introduced to anybody dressed like this- but she did want to meet them. And, really, she supposed that she might make a better impression dressed as she was.

Celeste was not one to put on airs.

She smiled instead.

“I’d like that.”

-

When Luke slowed, she gently tugged back at the reins, but she might as well have left them slack, for the horse slowed when Sterling did. Her sharp blue gaze took in the view- the homestead, the barns, the land- and she couldn’t help the smile. It was picturesque, she thought. So different from her big house in the heart of their small city- which was on a well-to-do street in the best part of the city. But bigger wasn’t always better, and she smiled reassuringly at Luke. “It’s nice.” Cozy, she would describe it. When they rode down, and the little girl darted out to greet them, though, her smile widened. She had always wanted a younger sibling to play with- by the time she was born, Will had already been ten- but her own birth had nearly killed their mother. Luke was lucky in this respect, at least. When Luke helped her slide from her mount, she caught the little girl’s shy stare, and leaned down, hands nearly on her knees, smiling.

“Hi.” Her voice was soft. “It’s okay.” The girl couldn’t be more than five or six, with dark hair and eyes like her older brother. “My name’s Celeste, what’s yours?” The older woman came out, then, reprimanding the daughter, and the redhead’s back went straight as an arrow. Like her brother, though, she maintained a relaxed air about her- something else they had inherited from their father. Then those sharp eyes turned on her, and she fought the urge to twitch under that gaze. She knew what people said about her family, and the stigma that it usually brought about. But there was something kind there, too- and when she spoke, she blushed slightly.

“Thank you, ma’am.” She let herself be led inside, to a warm and cheery kitchen that smelled simply divine. Her mother was no slouch at cooking (when she did cook- they ate out more often than not) but this kitchen smelled of cinnamon and cloves, a pleasant smell. “You have a lovely home,” she added once she had been settled into a seat at the table.

[Doc_Holliday]

He wasn't really sleeping, though he had gotten a few restful hours during the night. Usually in the mornings he managed to remain in bed with Galatea, enjoying her warmth and allowing her to use him as her favorite headrest. His arm was usually under and around her, and his eyes remained closed so that it looked like he was sleeping. She stirred though, in response to the faint creaking of the floorboards that always altered the pair when someone was up and about. In this case it sounded like it was Celeste, and she had been up for quite some time. He let Galatea slip away from him, confident that she could handle her daughter.

She was rarely ever up this early, and he was smart enough to put together the fact that she had just spent an evening with her young male friend, Luke, and that he had probably asked her to join him early this morning for something that was more on his terms. The warmth from where she had been sleeping had barely had enough time to dissipate before she came up, sliding back up against him naturally and resuming as if she had never left. He opened his eyes to glance at her, bright and alert and clearly not muddled with sleep. He chuckled at her light teasing tone, letting out a controlled exhale to prevent a fit of coughing.

"It's only for your benefit, darlin', but if you're alright with me leaving I'll just be on my way." He made a motion as if he was going to swung his legs over the side of the bed and dress for the day, but she didn't readily release him. He expected this, and he relaxed back against the pillow, more propped up now so that he could better breathe, and took to twisting her loose curls around his fingers absent-mindedly. "What do you say, darlin'? Should we have 'em followed?" He said it in jest, hearing the sudden approach of horse hooves outside and the quiet, indiscernible voices of the young pair speaking.

-

Sarah stretched and rolled over, only making contact with Tarquin in the morning once she had woken up. She preferred to sleep with the slightest distance between them, not out of lack of love but simply for personal comfort. She smiled, tapping him on the nose with her pointer finger until his ice blue eyes opened groggily and she kissed him on his jaw line.

"My handsome pool hustler," she said, a husky quality to her voice that came with just waking up. She had seen a different side to Tarquin last night. She had always known he had a predatory instinct about him, but he was usually so collected, so in control, that it had been surprising to see. Surprising, but enthralling, to a certain degree. Her eyes had barely left her fiance for the duration of their time in the saloon, edging closer and closer to him and the table so that she could elegantly rest her hip against the table while he took his shots. She took on a role, for a brief period of time, similar to that of how Galatea catered to Doc Holliday when he gambled, though Sarah did it only for Tarquin, and always with less open sensuality than her more liberated friend. She was naturally demure, but found herself giving him playful looks through her top lashes and biting her lower lip in anticipation of their next kiss in between his turns.

She rolled back over onto her back, though was nestled in against his side for warmth. The blankets were still wrapped up around them and containing their body heat, and she didn't want to get out of bed. She heard soft voices, though, speaking outside of their room door and curiously turned her head try and figure out what was being said, but she couldn't make anything out. At any rate, it was still early, and they could afford a little bit of extra time to sleep.

-

He stood back patiently as Celeste lowered herself down to Eliza's level. His little sister looked at her blankly for a few moments, using her mother as a shield when she came out. After she was scolded, she peeked out from behind her, piping up as if in defiance. "My name's Eliza," she chirped, attention falling back on the pretty girl in front of her.

Alice Grant smiled at the girl's polite response, though she really hadn't expected much else. She seemed to have been brought up right, at least. "Thank you," she replied pleasantly to the compliment, and she took a look around her house one more time as if to see it through Celeste's eyes. "It must be far different than what you're used to." She closed the door to their home after Luke and Eliza had followed them in, the house curiously empty except for an older girl that was just now coming out from one of the few separate rooms the home had.

She was older, 14, though small for her age, and she didn't look surprised to see Celeste here. The family had been told that she would be joining them for their dinner meal, the biggest meal they ate of the day. Her hair was not as dark as Luke's, and was in one simple braid going down her back. Her gown was of simple homesteader fashion, as was little Eliza's, and her black boots were well worn in. She too seemed to marvel at Celeste's clothing, but tried not to show it, smiling politely.

"That's Grace," Luke's mother indicated to her oldest daughter, smiling at her and instructing her to come around and help her finish prepping the meal.

"Pa's not back yet?" Luke asked, knowing that he obviously wasn't but waiting for an explanation as to where he was. His father and two brothers must have gone out as well. This wasn't unusual. Someone was always coming and going around here. It was an entirely different atmosphere than where they had been last night, and he glanced to Celeste who stood so close to him that they were nearly touching and grinned, hoping she was comfortable.

"He'll be home any minute now, I expect," she said, busying herself with the food and plates.

Sooner than that, it seemed, for the approach of heavy boots signaled that the man of the house, along with his two other sons, had finally made it back home. His father was an imposing looking man, tall and strong, coming from a long line of men that held similar occupations. But his smile couldn't have been more dazzling when his gaze fell upon young Celeste. He removed his coat and hat, hanging them up in their appropriate places as his two remaining sons did the same, the youngest too shy to look at Celeste.

"Now, I know who you must be," he said, with a careful glance towards Luke. "Amos Grant," he finished, clearly referring to himself. He pointed at the younger of the two boys that had come in with him, first. "Noah," he said, and then on his other side, indicated to the oldest of his sons. "And Jacob." Noah was younger than Luke, 15 years old, and Jacob was the oldest born in the family. He was 18, close in age to Luke, and so the two boys primarily took on the responsibilities of providing for the family along with their father. "Our humble home is open to you any time," he concluded grandly before seating himself in his usual place at the table.

"Sit wherever you'd like, Celeste," Alice said, then, having just finished setting the plates with food on the table. Luke indicated where she should go, though, next to him, and the family seated themselves around the table, joining hands in prayer before proceeding to eat. Before Luke released Celeste's hand, he gave her an extra reassuring squeeze, though she conducted herself completely normally and as if she wasn't uncomfortable at all.

Their meal today consisted of potato cakes, creamed carrots, and a special treat, salt pork. Meat was a luxury that they saved for special occasions, and having a guest was a special occasion. Everyone seemed thrilled with Celeste's presence, even if only for this reason. His family was reserved at the dinner table, but raucous afterwards, jokes and music being a primary feature of the afternoon. Realizing it was getting late, though, Luke stood up, and his family all turned and looked at him. He gave them an incredulous look, laughing and helping Celeste to her feet.

"I'm sure she doesn't want to spend all day here," he said laughingly. "I do need to get her home at a decent hour."

"Do you really have to go, Celeste?" Eliza was tugging at the young red head's skirt, and Grace didn't look too thrilled either. Both girls had taken quite a liking to their visitor.

"Yes, she does," Luke told her firmly but with brotherly love, and he bent down and kissed the girl on the forehead when she pouted. "Maybe she'll come back if you invite her politely sometime," he offered, and to this she nodded enthusiastically, already planning the invitation in her head. He guided Celeste out of the front door, his family waving and saying their goodbyes. He ran back inside quickly to get something he had forgotten, and his father had stood up to meet him.

He liked the girl, found her to be exceptionally well-mannered and pleasant, but she simply came from different stock than his family. He had seen it before; wealthy girls chasing after a handsome country boy, but they quickly moved on, it being a passing fancy. "She's too good for you, son," he said with fair warning.

Luke grinned, ducking out before he could catch any more of the lecture. "I know," he said, and shut the door behind him, rejoining Celeste and leading her to the pen where he had left the horses.

(Take 'em on home, girl.)