Tibxo
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As soon as he sees her, he wants her.
"She's shore perty, boy an' plenty young enough." Agrees his father as they watch the young girl come out of Matt Lincoln's store. "Shore you like her?"
"Yeah, Paw. She's real prettie. I want her as mah wife."
Rube Brewster rubs his grubby mass of a beard. He and his son, Lennie, have come down from the mountains to the small town to pick up supplies before they get snowed in for the winter. He hasn't expected to pick up his boy's new bride.
"Welll. If yew shore now. I'musta mit. We could do with another womun at the house. Yore maw ain't getting any younger an' yew an' yore brothers are starting to wear her out some."
"Sorree, paw." Lennie, larger than his father (who himself is a large man), looks down at his feet as he always done when he is being told off for something.
"Nuthin' to be sorree about, boy." Replies Rube, slapping his boy on the back. "Yew have yore needs like the rest of yer bruthers. Nor is yore maw complaining. But me an' yore fore bruthers and yew take a lot of lookin' after."
"Yeah, Paw." Lennie looks up with a goofy grin on his face.
"But she won't be jest fer yew, boy. Yew gotta think about yore bruthers now." He sees Lennie's face drop.
"But yew will have first go after she's bin broken in." Rube replies, seeing his son's face brighten up again. Though not the quickest of his five sons, he is his favourite.
"Thanks, Paw!"
"Okay then. We'd better make prepreatuns if we gonna take her tonite."...
OOC: This is a private thread for me and Sweetp4u. I hope you enjoy.
"She's shore perty, boy an' plenty young enough." Agrees his father as they watch the young girl come out of Matt Lincoln's store. "Shore you like her?"
"Yeah, Paw. She's real prettie. I want her as mah wife."
Rube Brewster rubs his grubby mass of a beard. He and his son, Lennie, have come down from the mountains to the small town to pick up supplies before they get snowed in for the winter. He hasn't expected to pick up his boy's new bride.
"Welll. If yew shore now. I'musta mit. We could do with another womun at the house. Yore maw ain't getting any younger an' yew an' yore brothers are starting to wear her out some."
"Sorree, paw." Lennie, larger than his father (who himself is a large man), looks down at his feet as he always done when he is being told off for something.
"Nuthin' to be sorree about, boy." Replies Rube, slapping his boy on the back. "Yew have yore needs like the rest of yer bruthers. Nor is yore maw complaining. But me an' yore fore bruthers and yew take a lot of lookin' after."
"Yeah, Paw." Lennie looks up with a goofy grin on his face.
"But she won't be jest fer yew, boy. Yew gotta think about yore bruthers now." He sees Lennie's face drop.
"But yew will have first go after she's bin broken in." Rube replies, seeing his son's face brighten up again. Though not the quickest of his five sons, he is his favourite.
"Thanks, Paw!"
"Okay then. We'd better make prepreatuns if we gonna take her tonite."...
OOC: This is a private thread for me and Sweetp4u. I hope you enjoy.
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