| Howdy Pardners, I would like to introduce myself to ya. I'm the Post Office Attendent. Please visit as often as you please. And don't forget to take a tour of the General Store. If you wish to send letters to your family and friends then this is the place you need to mail them. We offer the fastest mailing service available. The Young Riders are very swift at delivering your letters. |
| Name: Celia Blythe
(pronounced Blith--short i) Winslow--goes by Blythe Age: 18 (June 10, 1841) Description: She has long dark brown hair, fair skin, light green eyes. She is about 5'5" tall, and very slender. Father: Sean Winslow (coal miner who was tragically killed in a cave-in when Blythe was 14.) Mother: Katherine Lauren Blythe Winslow (deceased) Summary: Since both parents are deceased Blythe moved around a lot and worked wherever she could. She ended up in Dreamville a year later, where she now has a job at the Post Office. She has been working there for two months, since the general store owner owns and runs it, too, for the Pony Express. That's how she knows the Pony Express Riders because they have to deliver the mail to the Post Office for people to pick up. Love Interest: Kid. |
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INTRODUCING BLYTHE! |
| The young girl walked wearily down the road
into town. If any of the passersby had bothered to look at her they would have seen a
young girl who would probably be very pretty if she wasn't covered in dust. As it was, the
days she had spent on the road showed in the dirt smudges on her face and matted in her
hair. Her green eyes looked weary, and her dress and shoes had definitely seen better
days. She stopped in front of Cromwell's Mercantile and attempted to wipe the worst of the dust and dirt off her dress before going in. A bell jingled as she entered the store, and an older man, whom she supposed was Mr. Cromwell, looked up from the counter. "May I help you Miss . . ." He began. "Winslow, Blythe Winslow," the girl answered in a soft voice, which contained a hint of a southern accent. "How may I help you, Miss Winslow?" Mr. Cromwell asked somewhat doubtfully. He wasn't in the business of giving handouts, and he was sure that's what the girl wanted. "I just arrived in town sir," Blythe said shyly. "And I was wondering if you could tell me where I might be able to find a job. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "And can you read and write?" "Yes sir. And I am real good with figures." "Do you have any family?" "No sir. My father was killed when I was fourteen and my mother died last year." "Have you ever heard of the Pony Express, Miss Winslow?" Blythe nodded, and Mr. Cromwell went on. "Well, they have just established a station in Dreamville, and I have contracted with Russell, Majors, and Waddell to put a post office in the store. My son and I don't have the time to run both the store and post office, so I was planning on hiring someone to work in it. Are you interested?" "Definitely," Blythe nodded. "Then let's try it for one week. If it works out for both of us, at the end of the week I'll hire you permanently." "That would be fine with me sir." That was two weeks ago. Blythe loved her job, and Mr. Cromwell hired her permanently. As part of her wages, he allowed her to live in one of the rooms above the store, and she had her meals with Mr. Cromwell and his son Javier. Mr. Cromwell had even allowed her to purchase a new dress and new shoes on credit. She had been moving around working odd jobs ever since her mother died and it felt good to finally have something permanent. She was thinking about all this as she sorted the mail into the towns peoples boxes. She didn't pay attention when the bell jingled, thinking someone was just coming into the store. After a minute she sensed someone standing at the counter in front of her, and she looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Can I help you?" she asked as she tried not to obviously study the young man. He had sandy brown hair and blue eyes, and when he smiled at her he looked just like a shy little boy. "My name is Kid," the young man said. "I just signed on with the Express, and Teaspoon said you could tell me more about how it works." "It's nice to meet you Kid," Blythe smiled. "I'm Blythe Winslow, and I would be happy to tell you whatever you need to know." Blythe explained the runs to Kid and showed him where he could deliver or pick up the mail if she was busy. When she was finished, she said, "Well, I guess that's it. Do you have any questions?" "Actually, I do," Kid said shyly. "Where are you from? You don't sound like you're from the west." "Well, I meant questions about your job, but I'll answer that one," Blythe teased. "I grew up in the western part of Virginia. My dad was a coal miner. He died in a cave in when I was fourteen, and my mother and I moved out here. I moved to Dreamville a couple weeks ago, and Mr. Cromwell gave me the job here." "What about your mother?" Kid asked. "She died last year." "I'm sorry," Kid said. "She was sick for a long time," Blythe smiled at him. "Now I know she's in heaven and all her pain is gone." "Well, I guess I should get back to the station," Kid stood up. "It's almost supper time, and I have to meet the rest of the riders." "It was nice to meet you Kid," Blythe shook his hand. "Likewise, Miss Winslow," Kid said. "Please, just call me Blythe," she smiled. "Okay, Blythe. I'm sure I'll be seeing you next time I'm here." Kid left and Blythe went back to her work, but her mind was on a certain pair of blue eyes for the rest of the afternoon. |