| Howdy Pardners, I would like to introduce myself to ya. I work for the Pony Express. Please tour the Pony Express Station as often as you please. If you need a fast rider to deliver the mail, this is the place to come. |
| Name: Noah Age: 17 (July 5, 1842) Parents: Deceased Description: He has black hair, brown eyes, and he’s 6’. Summary: A free
black that joins the Pony Express approximately two months Love Interest: None at the moment! |
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INTRODUCING NOAH! |
| Noah sat on the bunkhouse porch, a piece
of wood in one hand, a knife in the other, and watched as Rachel headed off to the
mercantile in town for her weekly shopping trip. A glance toward the corral showed him
that Ike and Buck were seeing to the horses and he could hear Cody and Jimmy arguing in
the bunkhouse behind him, as usual. Every so often Kid’s, or even Lou’s, voice
could be heard entering into the good natured, yet loud, discussion. "Cody, now you know that ain’t possible." "I swear Jimmy! I saw it with my own eyes." "Yeah, but were your eyes open at the time?" The argument continued on. Noah could do nothing more than shake his head and smile. And he counted his blessings for having ended up here to begin with. In the two short months that he had been living at the way station in Dreamville, he had grown fond of the others that worked here. He reflected on the day he had arrived in town, on the stage with Sally, Jimmy in the carriage itself nursing a wounded leg. But Sally, the woman who had raised him after the death of his parents at the hands of men intent on eliminating free out spoken blacks, had since been killed, a fact that threatened to dampen his holidays. But the others had taken him into the fold, making him part of their own newly formed family. He had taken on a job with the Pony Express, saving his earnings as he always had to purchase slaves at auction and set them free. Smiling to himself once again he returned contentedly to his whittling. |