"Yes, I did make a list," Emeline confirmed, "we can drop it at the mercantile then pick it up later." Well, there were a few things she wanted to hand pick, but most of the items on the list were basic, and didn't need her attention.
As for the escort, it did make her feel safer and protected, even though it was a reminder of what had happened. "All this fuss makes me feel like the Queen of England," she murmured with a grin, "all stately and pompous. And I suppose that makes you Albert, right?"
On her way to her room, Emeline stopped to check on their guest/prisoner, nodding to the man guarding the door, then stepping into the room. For a long moment she gazed at the still figure, wondering what sort of horrible life she'd had, then shook her head and left.
"Oh, look at you, Papa," Emeline smiled as she entered their bedroom, where Barnabas was just putting Wheeler into his crib. Moving up behind her husband, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his back while he finished his task. "I love you, you know. And we're lucky to have you."
The training was going well, in fact Shin was quite pleased at how in good shape Tully was in. Not only that she was quick to pick up new techniques though so far he was still sticking to the basics. When he performed one particular technique, her sudden change in demeanor caught him off guard. Instinct was what saved him from getting a good punch in the face. Jumping back he went into full defense, avoiding her suddenly wild and serious attacks.
The alley was tight quarters but fortunately they had made a bit of space before starting their training so he had room to continue to avoid her attacks. Shintaro was no psychologist to understand why a simple training session turned into a real fight. All he could do was avoid being struck, letting her wear herself out till she regained control of herself.
"Enough, I'm no threat to you Tully," he called out, backing away from her latest flurry of attacks. He had a few bruises, as he wasn't able to avoid the mindless and often reckless attacks she made against him. He could have disabled her easily, her attacks were so wild but he didn't want to cause her to panic more not did he want to hurt her. "You're in no danger from me."
"We can certainly look, and we can certainly get both," Was his opinion on the matter, but this was a lesson when she was out gathering berries and such. Having the proper protection was a must! "It's like having some of the boys with us until this Tom Love business is solved."
That was a loose end out there, something deadly that needed taking care of. The hope was that this new County Sheriff would handle it, unless the man and his gang left the county, which seemed unlikely.
"I'm supposing you have a list of things you need to get at the Mercantile or the General store?" He queried, sure that she did. "We've time for that. Or, we'll make time."
"I've carried a derringer since leaving Ohio," she explained, but he knew that, "I like having it around the house and in town, but you're right, I should have something more appropriate when I'm out around the ranch."
Heck, Humans were the least of the potential threats, there were mountain lions, bears and snakes, oh, my! Something with more firepower would help her feel safer, if she ever ventured out again!
"We can look," she muttered, "something pretty."
"Oh, yes, I have chores." Weedy gathered Farley, putting the rope-leash around his neck, and was ready to go when Forde mentioned Jane.
Now, the lad would have been just fine darting away, happy to avoid Jane, but then FPF foiled that by bringing her up. Now, it would be rude to leave without saying good bye, or something.
"JAAAAAAANNNNNNEEEE!" he shouted, "I'm going now!" And then he hastened to the door, hoping to make it out in time!
Tully was no stranger to physical activities such as swimming and climbing trees, scrambling on rooftops, and she knew that there was going to be close contact if Shin was to teach her, so she had good strength and agility and was able to pretty much keep up.
No, her problem was self-control, keeping her emotions in check so that she didn't just strike out blindly and lose focus. She'd been doing well, pushing down the urge to panic, but then there was a hold, sudden, that caught her off guard, and the panic took over. In an instant, she was hitting, kicking, trying to bite, even though the perceived threat was no longer there...
Angelique stood for a second before entering the room and closing the door. What could have been a real disaster turned out to be an opportunity to meet and make new friends.
Using her button hook as she sat on the edge of the bed, she began to undo the untied laces of her shoes before stripping off the layers of clothes she was accustomed to wearing when she was not at the hospital in Chicago. Perhaps things would be a bit more lax out here on the frontier.
Once she was in the nightdress, she slipped under the covers and was asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
"Gun's empty, seen it before. Just a natural reaction. Ya throwed it. Likely what most folks'd do, given the same situation, and sure, we can have a look an' see whot they got. Too bad that gun shops closed. I thought he'd do alright." Pront answered her. "I was thinkin' the a derringer is a mite small, an' she only has two shots ta boot."
He thought for a moment, "Guns like mine might be more'n you can handle. Weight-wise, now the Colt, they have a couple of models that might fit the bill. We'll have a look at whot they got, an' whot can be ordered from the factory. I'll feel better if'n you was better armed. I never gave it much thought before, an' I shoulda'."
"Good night, Doctor...Angie." A benefit of the ordeal was that she'd met a new friend. "Sleep well, and we'll see you in the morning."
She retreated to their bedroom to relieve Barnabas of baby duties!