Posted September 16, 2020
"I'm counting on it!" In more ways than one! No snow freezing them out but keeping them in, and no Barnabas going home at night! "Funny, isn't it, that once the weather changes so you can easily leave, you won't have to!" Spring couldn't get here too quickly!
"I do have cards, although I'm not well-versed on most games, and I do have checkers, and dominoes, too." How long had it been since she'd played card games. or any games for that matter? She headed to the bedroom, where she dug under the bed and pulled out a dusty box, waking the cat, who was curled on the blankets at the foot of the bed.
"Lazy bones," she chuckled at the animal as she carried the box to the table, followed by the cat. "Here we are...cards, checkers...oh, and Nine Men's Morris...I'd forgotten about that! Do you want more coffee before we get started?"
Posted September 17, 2020
"I'm counting on it!" In more ways than one! No snow freezing them out but keeping them in, and no Barnabas going home at night! "Funny, isn't it, that once the weather changes so you can easily leave, you won't have to!" Spring couldn't get here too quickly!
“Ha, yeah, ain’t that a hoot? But, I slept on the floor before, an’ in many other spots I rather not repeat.” He agreed. “But, we got us a ways to go afore the melt. Much as we’d rather it happen tomorr’a.” He’d be glad when the winter was gone, but every season had a purpose. He might just get out and hunt, given the opportunity.
"I do have cards, although I'm not well-versed on most games, and I do have checkers, and dominoes, too." How long had it been since she'd played card games. or any games for that matter? She headed to the bedroom, where she dug under the bed and pulled out a dusty box, waking the cat, who was curled on the blankets at the foot of the bed.
"Lazy bones," she chuckled at the animal as she carried the box to the table, followed by the cat. "Here we are...cards, checkers...oh, and Nine Men's Morris...I'd forgotten about that! Do you want more coffee before we get started?"
“Nine Men’s Morris, now there a trouble maker in more ‘n one bunkhouse. Never quite got the gist of it, but them others, now them I know how ta play.” He explained with a smile. “So, you pick.”
Posted September 18, 2020
"Checkers, then." Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together. She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.
As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew. Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!" She gave him a serious look. "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"
Posted September 21, 2020
"Checkers, then." Emeline nodded, a little surprised at how much she was looking forward to just a day of games, so reminiscent of Sunday afternoons growing up, when the family was all together. She had always enjoyed that time, and was looking forward to having it again.
Barnabas took the board and began putting the checkers on the appropriate squares, he had loved the game as a boy, playing against his brothers, Samual and Silas, or his Pa, John Henry. It gave hm pause to wonder about his brothers, as well as his sister Maryanne, all of whom he had not seen since the start of the war.
As he set up the board, she poured them coffee then set on a fresh pot to brew. Back at the table, she shooed Frankie off her chair, then sat and picked the cat up again. "I call red!" She gave him a serious look. "Lucky for you I'm not a gambler, or you'd lose your shirt to me!"
Her voice broke his train of thought. “Red it is then, an’ you’ll play hob beating me, woman. You’ll go first as well, and we’ll see what happens.” He said jokingly. It was a grand Christmas, the best he’d known since Virginia City. And the prospect of spring and a new start to life.