An Improper Derailment Chapter Thirty Nine

An Improper Derailment

Where Mary almost gets away…
Marshall watched in disbelief…

as the rope slithered around the tree branch before slipping away.

The kid fumbled over and over and for all appearances, had no idea how to use his hands.

Captain Forsyth proved yet again to have achieved his status through connections and finances rather than via competency. The man displayed precisely none.

“Stop that!” he yelled. As if his air ship would listen and follow voice commands like a trained dog.

Mary’s pale face appeared, a mask of terror, over the edge of the gondola.

An Improper Derailment Chapter Thirty Eight

An Improper Derailment

Where stuff happens…
Marshall managed to wrangle up a log, with the reluctant help of the kid that stuck around. The kid was so enthralled with the airship he wasn’t even interested in helping either friend get to the doctor about his ankle, or the preacher’s son to find a replacement meal for Mary.

Dropping the log, Marshal dusted his hands together. “It’s not nearly as fine as the furnishing in your home Mrs. Kessler, but it’s the best I can do at the moment.”

“It’s a far sight better than sitting on the ground, I dare say,” Mary commented.

An Improper Derailment Chapter Thirty Seven

An Improper Derailment

Where Mary gets dressed…
Hand over hand, Mary hauled up the ladder. Wrapped around a few rungs was a mass of fabric.
“Ooh,” Mary breathed out appreciatively as she shook out the wadded up skit.
It was heavy, and patch-worked. As if it had been made converted from a quilt instead of made from scraps and patched together. She ran her fingers over the fine stitching of the quilting. This had to have come from the woman’s trousseau and been made into a heavy winter skirt out of necessity. Why else would someone cut up such fine workmanship?

An Improper Derailment Chapter Thirty Five

An Improper Derailment

Where Marshall goes shopping…
Mary crossed her arms and twisted in the dirt giving Marshall her back with one more loud, “Fine to I can handle this on my own.”
Marshall and the captain entered the very small main street where there was a tavern, what appeared to be a dry goods store.
He cast his gaze up and down the street, looking up and saw a small church at the end of the street.
He ran his hand through his hair. “Well, I dare say Mary is correct. I don’t know how to go about buying women’s clothing.”

An Improper Derailment Chapter Thirty Four

An Improper Derailment

Where Mary sits in the dirt…
“Those clouds are looking rather angry,” Mary said as she pointed to the ominous presence of weather. “What shall we do?”
“Why my dear Mary we will lower ourselves to sea level and strap in.”
“Against what?” she asked.
“Usually there’s a tree or something,” Captain Forsyth said with conviction. “What we need is a town.”