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captain-lessship · 9 months ago

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Young Mountain Man Pt. 1

It was damn near predetermined that you would be close with William. Being born within just a few months of each other, your mothers became friends. Exchanging blankets and advice on how to care for you both. Due to their closeness, you two were left to play together.

You and him would have hopscotch competitions, kick a ball back and forth and race to the apple tree that was out behind your house.

Your youth was spent with him. Up until he was old enough to go to work with his Pa and you were settling into your own self.

Of course, he still came to visit and you couldn’t help but feel your heart begin to grow attached to him in a new way. Your eyes lingered on his and your gaze would dip to his lips as he was talking. He was becoming very handsome and you couldn’t help but appreciate it.

The reality that you were in love came to under that very apple tree you used to race to. He was sweet and good to you. He had grown into quite the gentleman: holding doors open, picking up some of your dress so you wouldn’t drag it through the mud, helping you on and off your horse and even helping with chores like wood chopping and helping you carry in any heavy objects.

He also was a fantastic person to converse with. He had many ideas and thoughts about the world and how he would run things or opt to change them. He never shut down your opinions on any subject, even if they were a direct contradiction to his view. He had nothing but respect and compassion for you and you had nothing but the same for him.

You were just sitting under the tree, smiling as you thought of your beautiful blonde boy, working on your embroidered dress when you saw the Hatfield’s coming for a visit. You waved to them and began to pick up your things and headed down to meet them.

“Hey there,” Anse said, hopping down from the wagon, “Your Pa home?” He asked.

“Yes sir, he just got back from the store. Hi Levicy! How are you?”

“I am doing fine, how about yourself?” She said as Anse helped her down from the wagon.

William had to have learned it from somewhere, you thought. “I am doing great! Almost done with the dress!” You held it out to the lady and she smiled at the handy work.

“It’s so beautiful. I bet you pricked yourself a few times making it,” she joked, “But it looks like it’ll be worth it.”

Anse looked at the dress, “It’s rather pretty, any special reason?”

“Oh,” you folded it back up as you walked to the door to let your guests in, “I thought it would be a nice dress to wear for birthdays, parties and holidays. No other girl will have a dress like it.”

You opened the door to the house, “Mama! Pa! The Hatfields are here!” You walked to your room and put away the dress and your threads.

“Ah! Anse! Been a while?” You heard your father say, being as loud and boisterous as ever.

“Well Bill, you know how logging is. Busy work. Hear you ain’t doing so bad yourself?”

Your family had gotten its wealth from clothing, textiles and furniture. Your father made wooden furniture that was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but want a piece in your house. The clothing was made by his team of tailors and seamstresses. It was there in his store that you learned your own skills.

“Winters are cold so you need layers and in summer you still gotta be decent. And might as well take a new wardrobe to store it all!”

As you walked out of your room, Levicy was next to speak, “Sylvia! Just the lady I was wanting to see. I heard your apples and peaches have come in heavy this year. Would it bother you if I just picked some for a pie and eating?”

Your Mama was a very giving person, when she had excess that is, “Of course! Bill is already sick of apples.”

Your Pa laughed, “You put ‘em in everything! Sit down you two, rest yourselves.” He motioned for them to sit down in the living room.

“Say,” your Mama began, “It’s been a few months. Where’s your William? Has he got sick of us?”

There was a silence that gave it away that something had happened. You felt your heart begin to quicken.

“Well, we were cutting timber and the tree fell. Some of the splinters caught his eye.”

“Oh goodness,” your mama whispered, “Is he alright now?”

“We thought he was going to have to lose the eye but he won’t. Though, it’s going milky.”

He had been send you letters during those months and hadn’t mentioned it. You frowned, “Did he think that we would say something about it?”

Levicy shook her head, “He doesn’t even like us looking at it right now. It still has redness to it. In a week or two, it’ll be capped over.”

And in a few weeks, you were riding your way up to the Hatfields with the peaches and apples for Levicy. You were excited to see William or Cap as they were now calling him.

It was a good ride and you reached there in time to help Levicy with some dishes before supper, talking about the days of when you were young to pass the time.

“You couldn’t say William so you called him Illy,” she laughed, “It was cute.”

You smiled, “I couldn’t say Anse either.”

“Oh lord! He got so mad that you were calling him Ann but you were just a little thing. Too sweet to be mad at.”

You giggled at little. Thinking and reminiscing always put you in a good mood.

“I want to talk to you about something.” She calmly said.

“Yes?”

“You’re a real sweet girl. Caring and understanding. I know that you and Cap have spent many days together as friends but,” her brown eyes looked into yours, “Do you love him?”

You thought only for a moment before answering, “I do. He’s always there when I need him.”

“Well, that’s good because he’s asked us if he could ask your parents to marry you. I wanted to know if you would be willing before I said yes.”

“He wants to marry me?” You asked, excitement filling your voice.

“Yes. He’s planning on asking them after church tomorrow. I don’t know when exactly he’ll ask you if they say yes but I guess it would be soon.”

Your face began to hurt due to the smile on your face, “I- That’s wonderful!”

“Do you think your parents will approve?”

“Yes! Mama loves him ‘cause he never denies having a second plate and is always sweet to her, says he’s a real gentleman. Pa has said that the only thing he wants for me is to be happy and marry a hard worker! He’s one! Cap is as hard working as any man in West Virginia or even Kentucky.”

“He is!” Levicy said, hugging you. “Now we just gotta wait! Ooh! It’s gonna kill me.”

“It might kill me too!”

Then a small fleet of men came through the door, the Hatfield men were back from logging. Your eyes caught Cap’s and you smiled. He was just as handsome as you remembered. He turned his face to look at you, letting you look at his eye.

It looked like a pearl one of those fancy ladies up in New York and places like that would wear. True that you missed the pair of baby blues but the mismatched set had their own charm. You liked them.

He smiled at you and nodded to you as he took off his hat, a shyness coming to him.

“Hello! Work good today?” You asked the group.

“As well as it always is.” Anse said, taking his hat off.

“Hey,” Cap said, looking at you, “Are you staying for supper or are you heading home?”

“I gotta head home. Mama is busy baking up pies for the Sunday Dinner tomorrow.”

“Your Ma is baking? Oh boy, better wear the pants a size too big tomorrow. She’s one of the best pie bakers in this county.” Johnse joked. It was true. Her secret? A dash of sugar in the egg wash for the crust. A extra sweet hint.

“It’s getting late, I could go with you to make sure you make it home.” Cap offered, his voice had a twinge of hope in it.

“I would like the company and Mama would like an unbiased opinion on her new creation.”

“Aw, can I come too?”

“No, Johnse, but I’ll be sure to tell you about it.” Cap poked at him. A light laugh leaving him.

You and Cap bid the family goodbye, beginning your descent to your house.

The crickets chirped and a faint hoot of an owl sounded ever so often.

“It’s so peaceful.” You said, voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah, real calming.” He responded. “You like looking at the stars?”

“Yeah, but you know how people say you can see pictures in them? I guess I just don’t know which ones to look at.”

“All I know is the Big Dipper an’ Little Dipper. That’s the main two.”

“The big one points north, right?”

“Yup!” He looked over at you, “I know this might be an odd question but, do you have anyone after you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like boys. Wanting to court you and stuff?”

“No, why?” You asked, knowing damn well why.

“Well I- You’re a very pretty girl and pretty girls get asked by many boys.”

“Not a one is coming for me.” You laughed lightly, “They all like that Rosanna McCoy and that red headed girl that’s originally from Georgia.”

Cap was silent, thinking about it. “Well, if you were to have your pick, what kind of man would you pick?”

You smiled, “I like when they do things just to do it, not expect nothing in return. I also like them smart, reading and writing smart. And I guess he’d have to be very fun to be around. What kind of woman would you want?”

“Kind. Peaceable too, some people just argue for the sake of arguing and I don’t like it. I like when girls smile, it’s very pretty. I like pretty things.”

You both talked about your figurative romances til you got home, the sun fully gone from the sky.

“I will let you go in before I leave. Goodnight.”

You smiled at him, “Goodnight, Cap. I will see you Sunday. Oh! And just make something up for the creation.”

He grinned, “I will.”

You walked up the pathway and through the door, turning to look out the small window atop the door to watch him leave.

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