#bledwest

"How 'bout you rest up, dear? Don't mind little Jack- he's a curious young boy."

A TIRED SMILE GREETED THE words, a nod given as she almost collapsed into a nearby chair. Glancing around the room, she spotted said little boy and gave him a wave, grinning. Her fondness for children had never left her, some maternal instinct in her never dying. 

It wasn’t a big surprise that Mary was usually seen with Tilly and Karen by her side; they were like sisters in some sort of strange way almost. Today though the two other girls had gone into town to do whatever they were doing, and it left poor Mary alone to do chores or to lounge around if she got the chance.

The young woman went over to Abigail when she spotted her, spotting her son in the nearby tent. When close enough she pulled up a nearby seat and sat down, leg crossing over the other. 

Sadie was never one to be interested in partaking in simple work that the rest of the ladies did, that was something for housewives or something of that nature. While she did come from a farm where she shared equal work with her late husband and craved more than cutting vegetables, picking berries, that sort of thing.

It was interesting that she caught Abigail doing whatever it was she was doing, probably for the camp no doubt. Although she did interact with the others around camp, she was never indulged in the lady's businesses around here, mostly talking on topics that weren’t of interest to her. Putting on a smile with her best effort she went over to where the other woman was, surprised not to see her son around.

         " he means well, y’know? -- well... sometimes, at least. ” she’s trying to lift abigail’s spirits, though she doesn’t know how well she’s doing. “ if nothin’ else, he gave you a sweet li’l boy who loves you more than anythin’. ”

Western sentence starters:

Pullin’ on the heavy coat, all he offered Jack was a wink and softer smile for Abigail. The snow was still fallin’ outside, but needs must. Stupid John. Stupid John for leavin’ his family for all that time and stupid little Johnny Marston for goin’ missing out on a snowy mountain full o’ wolves.

wow … subtlety at its finest.

yeah, he’d skipped out on a bath for the last few days, but with uncle and pa gone, someone had to keep the ranch going - horses still needed breaking, crops still needed tending, the cows still needed milking and the barn still needed to be mucked out.

stopping short when her arm across the doorway barred his exit, jack tried not to roll his eyes when his momma tugged on his stained shirt, fingers trailing higher to where some dirt had dried on his face.

Red Dead Redemption II:

“I know that darlin’,” glancing over to where the new woman sat against a wagon all by herself, it was hard not to recall the terror she’d left behind north of Colter. 

Always WEARY with lost strangers in the woods, but he had a particular soft spot for lost women. True, this may be a ploy for an ambush or a robbery of his possessions, but Connor could handle himself. Though he could not say the same for the lone woman on his path. He pulled the reigns on his mare to slow down and stop, and then looked down onto the raven haired woman -- distress clearly written all over her expression.