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A Chance Encounter - Part 2 [MOVED]

Posted on Sat Dec 23rd, 2017 @ 5:30am by Robert Cullen & Cecilia Atwood
Edited on on Mon Jan 8th, 2018 @ 6:43pm

Episode: The Legacy
Location: Kalispell
Timeline: July 1875

Cecilia stood there in shock. What she meant as an aid in the lithe man's escape turned out to be the brawny man's downfall.

"Oh, foot!" she cursed as the smaller of the two men beat the tar out of the other. She winced watching the ruddy haired man get pummled, feeling like a fool for interferring.

However, before she could find a way to intervene, the brawl had ended with the burly man knocked out cold on the alley floor.

"You ain't right!" she snapped at the Irishman, "Perhaps it is you who is the brute after all!"

She knelt next to the large man, checking for breath. Satisfied that he would merely wake up with a splitting headache, she exited the alley.

"Are you hurt badly?" she asked Irishman, a gloved hand coming to his chin to tip back his head to inspect his nose. "You're a right mess." Sissy declared, taking back her hand and pursing her lips.

Robert blinked, for someone who had helped him there at the sacrifice of her little wicker basket too, she certainly appeared to be unhappy with the result. He did have to smile a little though, "First time anyone ever called me a brute, missie. But I don't argue with a lass."

He watched as she checked over the bearded man and like him, seemed satisfied the man was alright, well except for the part about being unconscious. Those were the risks though when you pick a fight. It could have just as easily been him on the ground there and Robert realized it full well. Then she came right up to him. He braced himself for a possible hard slap across his face for....ummm, daring to defend himself? But her anger seemed to have eased as she used one gloved hand to tip his head up for a quick inspection of his face.

"No miss, I been hurt a whole lot worse'n this little scrape. All the blood just makes it look worse'n it is. I'll be fine," he assured her.

"You're a mess in the head too, I think," Sissy chuckled, shaking her head. She had only meant to help the Irishman escape the blacksmith's assistant, not knock him out.

Cecilia plucked a clean white handkerchief from her pocket. "Here, allow me," she said, gently wiping the blood from his face.

The sound of a deep groan made the young lady peer back into the alleyway. The red haired man was coming to.

"We ought to skedaddle before he awakes!" she told the Irishman, her voice sounding a bit frightened. Cecilia worried what might happen to both of them should they stick around much longer.

Actually he had been knocked a bit witless on occasion with a hard punch or fall but his head was fine right now, the chuckle though gave it away she wasn't quite serious. Amazingly, she used a nice hanky of hers to begin wiping blood from his face, he had not expected such attention. She was so obviously above his station in life. Then his defeated opponent made some noise and that spoiled that, she wanted to leave quickly, though that did make sense, he didn't want to hang around in case the man had friends.

"Aye, I agree, miss. You go your way, I mine. Thankye again for yer kindness," he flashed a sincere smile and started to walk away. It had certainly been an interesting day this one! Worth the punches even.

"Well, ain't you just precious!" she scoffed, hands coming to her hips. Part of her wished to retrieve her basket so she might have something to chuck at his head as well.

"Ummm, if you say so," Robert shrugged and took another few steps but she wasn't done.

"Now wait just a cotton pickin' minute," Sissy called after him, "Is that anyway to thank a lady?" She quickly caught up to him and reached out to stop him.

He came to a stop.

"Won't you help me carry my things home from the general store? I was on my way there before I wrecked my basket." she asked, her tone sweet. She might have batted her lashes at him too, though she doubted she needed the effect.

"Your things?" Robert considered the size of that now ruined basket, it hadn't been very big, certainly she didn't have that much to carry?

"You want me to go with you inta the store then take your things back to your house?" he wanted to be certain he was grasping this rather stunning request. She said it herself - he was a mess, his hands were bloodstained but most important of all, she was obviously a proper fancy young lady way above being seen in mixed company with the likes of his lowly self.

"Yes. How else do you plan to thank me for savin' your hide?" she smirked at him, "You would have lost the brawl without me, you know."

She couldn't hide her grin as she awaited his retort for injuring his ego.

"Is that what ye think, miss?" he just rolled his eyes.

"C'mon now, don't keep me waitin'." she smiled at him and slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

This gal was definitely not taking 'no' for an answer. They both could get into trouble for this?

She took note of his bloodstained hands and tutted at him, "Maybe we ought to stop at the bathhouse first before I let you put your paws all over my sugar?"

"Bathhouse? I can't afford to pay for no bath. I live near a stream and I use cost," he quickly pointed out. Money was very tight for him, every penny even.

Cecilia frowned at him and released him from her gentle hold. "It's not everyday a girl makes a new friend 'round her own age."

They were suddenly friends? What was she up to? They were of two different worlds. Robert would be even more suspicious except ...well, she was rather pretty.

"It was gonna be my treat, but I understand," she said, the disappointment evident in her voice. She let out an inaudible sigh and stepped away from him.

"Your treat?" the young man repeated her words.

"I reckon I'll see you around then." She rubbed her pout together and gave him a small nod of her head before turning her back on him.

Pa's applesauce cake wasn't going to make itself!

"Ummmm, wait ...ahh, miss..." Robert paused, why he didn't even know her name or her his.

She paused and nodded in answer to him, "I didn't expect a young man who fights in alleyways to afford a proper bath." Sissy wasn't just a pretty face. She knew she was well off than most, but she wasn't stuck up about it.

That was a mite unfair, he considered. He'd witnessed many menfolk settle their disputes with fights and they were of all classes. But he chose not to argue.

The Irishman seemed like a jovial spirit and although he was probably more trouble than he was worth, she wanted to know him. Cecilia wanted to know the man she'd broke her basket for.

"Might I ask yer name given we are....or were....friends already?" he truly was curious. He had never met anyone like her, that was for certain.

"Cecilia Atwood," she answered, "And yours?"

"Miss Atwood," he nodded, he would have removed his hat but he didn't have one.

"Robert....Robert Cullen...tis a pleasure ta meet ya, Miss Atwood," once more he smiled, hoping his charm might make up for his less than impressive appearance.

She couldn't help but return his smile with one of her very own. She found his charm alluring and she was drawn to it.

"Likewise," she replied. "You know, I am pleased it wasn't you knocked unconscious in that alley back there. Though, I do hope you're more careful. I wouldn't want to see that handsome face of yours broken."

"I am a mite pleased about that too, miss," he still wasn't sure if he should call her by her first name, she was a proper young lady afterall.

Sissy smoothed her hands over her patterned cotton skirts and glanced up the street towards the general store.

The girl couldn't help the frown that wormed its way back onto her face. The saloon alley wasn't far off and if they didn't get into a or business or off the street before too long, the brute might attempt round two, or worse.

"Perhaps I ought to go. I wouldn't want to keep you from your own business, Mr. Cullen..."

"Oh...ummm, yes...sure. Thankye agin for the help and .....well, who knows....tis a small place, this town....we might just see each other agin I'm thinkin'," Robert stumbled over his thoughts but got it out. Thinking...he meant hoping! Unlikely though, she'd forget him by the next day more likely.


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Comments (1)

By Shade Harper on Sun Dec 24th, 2017 @ 12:27am


On a great post! I really enjoyed the blend of action and humor! It struck a great note. Looking forward to seeing more of both characters!

~ Stormwolfe