Re: Nancy, the dark-haired lass, answers...

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: : October ye 2nd, 1758
: : near Ft. Augusta

: : My darling Seamus,

: : I have received your letter of September ye 30th inst., and have read it over and over again many times! I was not believing what my eyes were seeing! However, I am now certain that, indeed, your words were as they appeared.

: : Oh, Seamus! I cannot wait for you to get home to discuss this matter, so I am sending my answer to you in this manner.

: : Before I do, though, I have some things to say ........ It is true that you have been absent quite frequently...and for long periods of time when I had not one word from you. It is true that when you did write, you seemed to be quite loyal to me, and not off with some...God-knows-what...woman somewhere. Nor did I get any hint of such shenanigans from anyone who came here and knew of you. I am quite pleased you have seemed to have not inherited Uncle Quasi’s bad habits. For that, I am thankful. 

: : From the first time we met...at Many Flags cabin that snowy blustery day... and how you were so gentlemanly and truly concerned for me on our first trip to Ft. Augusta, when the water was so high and the river swollen with ice flows, I was smitten with you. I was truly impressed with you on the trail when we had to camp overnight, that you did not attempt to force yourself on me, nor make me uncomfortable in any way, as many others I know might have done. I will admit that I was quite wary of you,  and thought you might be cut of the same coarse cloth that so many are these days. Quite the contrary...your only concern was my for comfort and warmth, and at the expense of your own. I clearly recall you sitting all night without a blanket, having given me yours, and watching for danger. When I became fearful of the ice in crossing the river in the whaleboat, and grabbed onto you, my heart leaped and pounded so I thought it would jump right out of my chest. Your strong arms and caring embrace settled my fears as nothing else could have done.

: : When you were taken by the Shawanese and Delaware and beaten on the way to Kittanning to be tortured and likely killed, I cried for you constantly, even though I knew not why. I thank God and Uncle Angus for bringing you out of that one. When I saw you and your wounds, I knew what it was, and my love for you just burst into a full blooming flower. 

: : When you just had to go to Lake George, and I came so close to losing you at Ticonderoga, I thought I would also die if that fate befell you. And now, Seamus...I have heard of the escape that Flags, Tales, and you had a few weeks ago at DuQuesne with Major Grant. Yes, my dear, I received that little tidbit from a Cherokee whom I asked if he knew of you when he came here with a requisition for supplies for General Forbes. 

: : Oh, Seamus! There are so many more instances and adventures that I cannot record them all, or the messenger could not carry this document. It seems that they are unending...

: : My dear, I have constantly wondered about us and whether we could truly be happy together. It seems that you are always running off somewhere to fight the French and their Indians. You always seem to be in the thick of things. You always seem to get out of the gooiest of situations by the skin of your teeth, and I cannot go on like this. It tears me apart to have to live like this. Seamus, you cannot understand the pain in my heart when you are away, and when I get reports like the one from the Cherokee, that pain surges to almost an unbearable pitch. It makes me physically sick.

: : I relished the times when we were together, especially the private times, and when you left to go on yet another adventure, it was as if I had been thrown into that swollen, ice-choked river. Fear gripped me in its cruel tentacles, slowly squeezing the breath out of me and just would not let go. I cannot tell you how many nights...and days...the tears flowed down my face constantly, worrying and wondering.

: : I watch Timothy and Gloria and see just how happy they are together; and now they have little Benjamin, a fine, strong baby, who was born a week ago. Timothy has decided that he is done with soldiering, and has been working in the commissary since most of the garrison has gone with General Forbes. The Captain is quite pleased with him, by the way. Anyway, I see them and wonder if I will ever be that happy.

: : My darling, when you return, you and I will have a long and very detailed discussion about many things, and, if I am convinced that you are indeed willing to make the sacrifices necessary to make this work, then...yes...I will be honored to be your wife and the mother of your children.

: : Keep safe, my precious. I am anxiously awaiting your return....

: : All my love,

: : Nancy

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: Wow, Seamus! This is GOOD. Are you sure you don't moonlight writing historical romance novels? What a great character she is. She comes right through even in just these graphs...more good work...I'm dyin' to hear more about "the dark-haired lass." 

: Christina a.k.a. Red Haired Lass


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