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Now, families of town, please don't think this is any cause for your children to miss school. Remember the best thing for them is not to have idle hands or idle minds.



[Miss Mercy Parker was walking up the street from the school house to the boarding house where she lived. The teacher was putting in all her spare pennies (of which there were very few) into buying a house of her very own. So far it wasn't going very well. Each day, on her walk, she'd pause and stare at this house or that, her blue eyes peering below the brim of her hat. She was good at peering at things. For a moment her fingers just flexed in their gloves; it wouldn't be long now. Hopefully]

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[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He reigns up so that the horse doesn't cause any harm. Well isn't she a pretty one indeed.]

Pardon the horse ma'am. I hope he didn't kick up too much dust.

[yourunichase]

[Miss Parker looked to the man for a moment, and then she graciously inclined her head, in a polite manner.]

It's alright, sir, it's in the manner of he road.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

All of the dust? [He laughs] You'd think that we out here would be used to it after awhile.

[he hesitates, sitting high on his horse] Perhaps you could tell me where this road goes?

[yourunichase]

Yes, quite. [She smiled again in that polite way before she adjusted her gloves a bit.]

If you follow the road, you'll come to the boarding house, and a bit past that, you'll come to the general store and the saloon.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

Boarding house.

[Ah, that's where he reigned up last night. Troublesome old bat]

Gentlemen such as myself don't frequent saloons. [he smiles warmly] it does not fit with good Christian company.

[yourunichase]

[Miss Parker's gaze says that she's not buying that for a moment; she's got five years of teaching boys, after all.]

I see. Well, the church is that way as well.

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

[He looks in the direction of the church before shaking his head with a laugh] I suppose I ought to check in with the good lord shouldn't I.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Mind if Allan has a crush?] You'll earn it one day. [It's slightly awkward, as it's his stipulations that's preventing her from getting the cash needed. But he has to look after everyone's interests and the money doesn't come out of nowhere.]

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[yourunichase]

[Crushes are fine! The statement is accepted with a little nod, and Miss Parker looks at it once more before she smiles briefly at him. It's not his fault her gender is one of the things that discriminates against her.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[He finds himself nodding back.] Heading home?

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[yourunichase]

I am, yes. I stayed a little later in the school house today, helping Timmy go over his sums.

[Some random child, but one that Mercy was fond of, that much was certain.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Perhaps he'll become a banker. [Dispite the grief one gets about dishonest bankers, Allan's a particularly honourable one and proud of that.]

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[yourunichase]

Perhaps he will. I am just hopeful that he's good enough not to be taken in by someone dishonest.

[Mercy worries for those who don't have other people to worry about them proper-like, like Timmy.]

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[most_feared]

[Mr. Cunningham is out and about in town having a look around, mostly to keep an eye out for trouble but his jacket's beginning to look a little threadbare. He's just passing through, this is his first time in town and he won't be around long.

He stops when he notices the woman staring at the house, and then he looks up at it too, wondering what it is there she's staring at. But before he gets too intrusive, he nods politely to her.] Ma'am. [Gives her a quick smile and intend to be on his way.]

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[yourunichase]

[Mercy Parker blinks for a moment when she hears the person speaking to her, and she offers a polite smile and nod to the man as she turned away from what she was looking at.]

Good day, sir.

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[most_feared]

[Realizing he's interrupted a personal moment, he might as well try to make conversation. He pulls off his hat to be polite to the pretty lady.] I'm new around these parts, and I beg your pardon but do you know what places might be rentin' rooms?

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[yourunichase]

Mrs. Pearson runs the boarding house, and she's a good woman. The rooms are clean. [But the food is rather poorly, but Miss Parker doesn't speak ill of her friends.]

You can find her house yonder over that way, at the end of the lane.

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[most_feared]

I'll have to check in there, then. [Fortunately any food is good food to him. He's not all that picky after being out for so long.] My name is Kurtis Cunningham, by the way. [He offers his hand to take hers.]

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[yourunichase]

Miss Mercy Parker. I'm the school teacher here.

[Miss Parker was really very polite, so she inclined her head as he took her hand. Many people came to town in threadbare clothing, and many of her students came to classes in them, so Mercy didn't judge.]

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

[D was leading his bay stallion back to the stables when he saw her walking. His steel-colored eyes traced over her form and then narrowed slightly, as if in pain. It wouldn't do to go pestering her on the street, in plain daylight.]

[Unfortunately his entirely-too-opinionated horse had long since decided who he liked and didn't in town, and immediately pricked up his ears and started nickering and tugging at his lead.]

Hey! You better mind me-- [He gave the lead a yank and got snapped at for his trouble. The two started struggling a little, D's hat falling off.]

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[yourunichase]

[The sound of the horse bought her attention to him, and she smiled a bit at the fight that was currently ongoing between the man and his horse. Mercy was rather fond of his horse, and she was amused by the fact that it seemed so fond of her.

For a moment she didn't do anything other than walk over and pick up the hat, offering up to the man.]

Yours, I believe, Mr. D.

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

[He had to force himself not to smile, to simply receive the hat and nod to her.] Thank you, ma'am, [he replied, plunking it back over his mess of dark hair. Their eyes met and his lingered just a little too long; then he quickly looked at his boot tops.]

Nice day.

[The horse tried to nuzzle her hair and D jerked his reins irritatedly.] C'mon now.

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[yourunichase]

It is a nice day. And you're welcome for the return of your hat.

[Mercy smirked for a moment, and then she reached up and stroked the horse's muzzle, moving her gloved hand slowly over it.]

I think your horse is a bit high strung, today, Mr. D. I expect he could do with a long run.

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[feels-no-love.livejournal.com]

Easy, George. Be a gentleman. [The horse went still, letting out a soft, rumbling whicker.]

I'll run it out of him, Miss Mercy. Last thing I need is him gettin' me in trouble again.

[He hesitated, a little shy.]

You...doin' all right?

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[yourunichase]

[Mercy smiled at him over the horse's neck. It was a bright smile, and a real one.]

Don't get him into any trouble, George, ya hear?

[Her fingers scratched at one of the horse's ears and she spoke just as shyly.]

I'm alright. How about you, Mr. D?