Lechance

Jonas had had a good night's rest after the party, awaking with only a minor headache to remind him of the quantity of good whisky he had consumed. He'd stayed in his rooms above the Sheriff's office, where all his things were still lying, mostly unpacked, save for his clothes, personal grooming kit, and Digger's things.

He strolled out into the bright morning, and started out along North Street, heading towards the Square. Digger chased around Jonas' heels, seemingly more excited than the man himself about the new surroundings.

"C'mon Digger," Jonas said. "Let's go see if we can talk to a man about a horse."

A mount first, then onto the tavern for that promised drink.

He patted his thigh with his hat as he walked, attempting (and failing) to get  the dog to walk to heel, and not trip him up. He saw someone approaching them, and held his hand (and his hat) up in greeting.

"Mornin'. Lovely day, isn't it?"

Jon's office was set up to his standards now, not that they were high, just exacting. Now it was time for him to choose a house. He walked slowly through the streets, looking avidly at the houses available. As the sun climbed higher, he found a bench under a bit of shade and watched the people walking by. Business was set up, house next and then perhaps a visit to the Yenta.

He'd never admit it, but he was anxious about being matched. Nervous and excited and worried. At his age, he'd never even had one due to the circumstances of his family. What if it wasn't his family though, what if it was him. Something about him that made him innately difficult to match?

He worried quietly until someone joined him on the bench. "Lovely afternoon isn't it?"

Tuesday afternoon, and Hattie was at the little writing desk by the window in the drawing room, just finishing a lengthy letter to her sister Electra. She had already written to her parents several times and now it was Electra's turn to hear about Hattie's journey and arrival in Le Chance, the party and all that had happened since.

She sealed the letter and stretched, flexing her aching arm and glancing around, belatedly becoming aware that there was someone else in the room. "So much to tell!" she explained, with a smile, indicating her bulging letter. "I'm afraid I got carried away!"