Day 2 - Morning - Train arrival

[Hank Lawson]

"Could you tell me where I might find the Gold Nugget?"

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

She thought few seconds before replied, trying to remember where she saw this place for the few hours she passed in town since yesterday.

"It is in front the clinic, in this direction." she pointed with her hand.

[Whisper Kincaid]

Whisper looked to where she was pointing and smiled "Thank you."

[Preston A. Lodge III]

**View the previous thread with Preston: Click Here**

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(When Preston arrived at the train station his eyes met Annabelle standing alone. He went directly towards her with a friendly smile)

Preston: Annabelle!



(He had now reached Annabelle, who was happy to see him)

Preston: I’m sorry I wasn’t here to see Albert off. I had an unexpected visit at the bank.

(He looked curious in the direction of the telegraph office)

**Tag Annabelle**

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

Annabelle: That would be alright. He said that he will write to you when he will get back in Boston.

Annabelle glanced in the same direction as Preston than looked around, always unsure.

Annabelle: So, what planned to the schedule?

She was worried about make lost his time to the banker and tried to hide her emotions.

[Preston A. Lodge III]

(Preston turned his head back towards Annabelle. He felt a strange feeling with the thought of being alone with Annabelle again and for quite some time as it was planed)

Preston: Well, I thought that we today could take a long walk, perhaps see some of the beautiful nature around here. Then we could talk about some past events. We could pick up some goods at the general store before heading out. How does that sound? Of course, we’ll not move too fare from town, so you’ll always be close to the clinic if needed.

(He glanced again towards the telegraph office and seemed anxious about something)



**Tag Annabelle**

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

The woman nodded to Preston, but noticed that his mind was elsewhere.

Annabelle: Do something annoyed you Mr. Lodge? I... I mean... Preston?

[Horace Bing]

Horace walked quickly into the telegraph office, putting the "Open" sign back on the door and took his place behind the desk. He was in such a hurry, he didn't even bother to notice if anyone was waiting. He was still wondering how in the world he could have forgotten to give his daughter lunch! he shook his head and slowly sat in his chair. And then he probably embarrassed her in front of her classmates..He, nevermind, he thought. He had to get back to work.

[Preston A. Lodge III]

(OOC: I’ve received "permission" from Jen to include Horace in my post)

(Preston quickly moved his head back towards Annabelle, with an uncertain expression that quickly turned self-assured)

Preston: Not at all. Well that is, I do have a minor errand at the telegraph office. It’ll not take long. Please, just wait here, I’ll be right back.

(He left Annabelle’s side and went hasty towards the telegraph office that only was a few feet away. When Preston reached the counter, Horace looked up and wasn’t too thrilled to deal with this costumer)

Preston: Horace!!

Horace: What can I do for you? (he said with an annoyed tone)

Preston: I need your attention now. This year’s mayoral race will be held in October. I need to know the exact date for registration.

Horace: Can’t believe it’s time for that foolishness again.

(Horace began to look after the mayoral notice)

Preston: By all means Horace, it’s nothing close to being foolish. It has been three long years since the last mayoral race took its run in 1874.

Horace: Yeah, it sure was an easy victory back then for Jake, with no one competing against him.

(Horace continued looking after the notice)

Preston: If it wasn’t for the "Panic", I would have signed up. Now I plan to win this election. Can I count on your vote Horace?



(Horace gave Preston an irritated look)

Horace: What ya think?

Preston: Come now Horace, you surly know I’m in the position to make a change in town.

Horace: All the change you’ve made in this town, we sure could have been without.

Preston: Disappointing you think that way.

(Horace found the notice and began reading it out loud)

Horace: Here it is. It says: Colorado Springs fourth mayoral race will take place on the second week of October 1877. Registration date is Monday the 8th at 12 o’clock.

Preston: Thank you, I won’t miss that date.

(Preston quickly took a pen and a paper near Horace and wrote down the information. He then folded the little note and put it in his front pocket)

**Tag Annabelle / Horace**

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

While waiting for Preston, Annabelle felt dizzy. She didn't ate well this morning with the queasiness and she remembered that Dr Quinn said about eating could help to pass over the queasiness, for some women at least.

She looked at Preston, which was speaking with Horace and smiled while waiting.

[Preston A. Lodge III]

(Preston turned around and headed over to Annabelle, who he met with a smile. But when he came closer, he could see Annabelle not looking her best, though she tried to hide it)

Preston: Annabelle, are you alright? Do you need to see Dr. Quinn again?

(He put his hand on her shoulder with worry)

**Tag Annabelle**

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

Annabelle: No, that wasn't necessary to disturb her again. I just to sit down and some fresh water... I think. But thank you.

She crossed his eyes.

Annabelle: For your concerns.

She put her head against his hand, feeling more dizzy.

[Preston A. Lodge III]

Preston: You can sit down over here.

(He guided her towards a bench nearby)

Preston: Will you be alright here alone for a short time, while I go to Grace’s to get some water and then I’ll quickly pick up the supplies for our trip at the general store.

**Tag Annabelle**

[Annabelle Rose Emerson]

The lady nodded while sit on the bench.

She glanced to Preston left and return to her thought. She instinctively put her hand on her belly - which wasn't show her pregnancy yet, but she knew she was pregnant and she was scare. It wasn't the time for that, she had to have another baby without remember anything about her own familly?

She breath slowy, trying to not panic and try to change her mind by looking the scenery around.

[Preston A. Lodge III]

(Preston left Annabelle, but wasn’t glad to leave her all alone, so he tried to walk as fast as he could, so he could be back soon. While walking over the rails he noticed Myra walking towards the telegraph office. He gently tipped his hat, but wasn’t sure she noticed him in the hurry)

Continues at:

Grace’s café – Click Here

**Tag Myra, Horace, Annabelle, or anyone else at the train station**