Thread: A Place to Hang your Hat [AnnaBeth and Sigr]

Lady liked to talk, that was for sure, and she was more than a little prickly. Beth guessed that stereotypes about Yankees existed for a reason but she had to admit she kind of liked the woman's accent. Her ars stretched out into ahhs and didn't that sound funny, and nice too. And the way she said wicked, it was just like in the movies. Beth kind of wanted to hear more of it and figured she'd get the chance. For the moment she just listened, taking in everything and trying to let the woman settle herself in. We need to shift you about a little bit. Even together we don't weigh much, you're bitty and I'm a rail, but it's how it sits on Ace that matters. Hang on. Beth reined Ace in and slid down, moving her right leg over the cantle of the saddle instead of behind her as normal so she wouldn't kick Alba in the face. Raise up, no scoot forward into the saddle proper, she instructed, then busied herself with the blanket roll on the back of the saddle, untying it and moving if forward so it rested atop the back of the saddle. You're going to be sore and no getting around it, but this will help you and Ace. We'll walk every hour or so to stretch your legs out. Scoot on back now, she urged and put her hand on Alba's thigh and knee to help her before swinging back up in the saddle herself. The improvised, padded seat put Alba resting right up against Beth, no other choice at all. You can hold on- she grunted as Alba's arms squeezed a little bit too tight but let it go for the moment. The city woman would get confident soon enough and ease up, no reason to nag at her. I reckon it's Valley County? she said. That's where we are. Prairie county isn't near here, unless you're passing through, and I don't know of any city with that name, those names, in them. We can check the map when we get to the house. Guiding Ace they began to go sideways up the side of the hill Beth had come down from, at a much shallower angle though it added more distance. I guess a lawman, she paused and laughed, lawwoman? Law lady? I don't know the word, but I guess she'd be interested in Granddaddy's hardware. This, she switched the reins to the other hand and patted the well worn handle of the revolver, is a Colt Single Action Army. Grandaddy said he carried it in the war but he likes to stretch the truth right around itself so it's looking back at you sometimes. And this, she patted the stock of the lever action rifle, is just an old .30-30 that he learned me to shoot on and I'm partial to it. If you want to take a gander at the pistol, go ahead and fish it out. There's not a round under the hammer but I'd appreciate it if you didn't put a hole in me. Figure you know how to be safe with a gun since you're the law and got one of your own. Not many two-legged pests out here, no ma'am, but any number of four-legged ones. Sometimes I have to put one down to keep them off the stock, or sometimes a cow does some crazy thing and breaks a leg and we have to put her down too. Waste of meat. Beth twisted in the saddle, red hair sweeping across Alba's face and her front, until she could look back across her shoulder at the dark haired lady. This close the color of her blue eyes was even more pronounced, a splash of sunlight coming in through the loose weave of the hat casting brightness on them. What kind of law are you anyway? Got to be something fancy for them to send you all the way here from back East. Boston?