SO...
It has been decided.. (by me) that should Rach have any trouble acquiring employment after her final days at Chase, we will all pack up and head to Montana.. We will buy a cabin (large one.. plenty of modern amenities .. yet totally rustic and old western-ish) near or on a plateau.. Should we have trouble getting a plateau, we will buy a mountain and work feverishly to shave it flat.. thus getting the same desired results. This will be near an old township with a wild west flavor about it.. complete with colorful characters of all types (town drunk is a requirement). I will purchase the old bar in the middle of town near the commerce area.. (trappers.. gold miners.. cattle people.. etc) I will be the typical big burly bartender with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold and will spend my days serving whiskey and wiping my bar towel, in a circular motion, on a specific place on the bar (as bartenders in that type of town and situation are apt to). Grizzled characters from the area will come in to drown their troubles and I will give them my patient attention.. occasionally offering sage advice and breaking into the occasional soliloquy about the things I hear and my feelings about it. I suppose I will eventually rub a hole in the area that I constantly rub and find another spot to do it on the bar.. It will have wifi.
Rach will become the town sheriff. She will keep order and impeccable files. She will often sit in her chair with her boots propped up on her desk and her hat cocked down.. so she can dramatically look up when the town folk come-a-bitchin... This is close to the holding cells where she will store the town drunk, Rufus, till he drys up and other scofflaws. She will handle all kinds of town crisis.. from petty theft to stampedes to making sure everyone is up to date on their trapping and hunting licenses. The town folk will adore her with her firm stance on the law.... mixed with a heart of gold.. When speaking with ner-do-wells.. she will talk low through her teeth.. because that is universal western language for meaning business... We should definitely look into teaching her how to use a firearm between then and now..
Chloe.. not sure if things will go as well for her... She will start out working at the local diner as a sassy waitress with a, wait for it, heart of gold. This will only last a while due to her lack of shoe store choices and she will eventually start losing her mind. One day she will pass out after an especially aggressive drinking binge and her younger brother will glue a fake beard on her while she is passed out .. as a joke.. Well.. Chloe will wake from her stupor.. look in the mirror and be convinced she is "Karl - The Legendary Trapper of the Yukon Territories" even though it is technically nowhere near the Yukon.. She will disappear into the mountains for a few months. Eventually she does come back.. with the beard still glued on.. and covered in random animal pelts. The deepest utterances she makes are somethings sounding like "Googildy Boogildy) and generally sounding like the drunk on "Blazing Saddles" She comes back with a pet wolf named "Fro Fro" which is actually a dead raccoon carcass that she drags around on a leash.. When bothered by town folks, she will yell "ATTACK, FRO FRO!!!" and toss the rotting carcass at the offending person.. We think she lives somewhere near one of the many mountains or plateaus.. possibly a small forest or bunch of shrubberies. She will make a living selling the pelts of her catches for $1 per pelt or 2 for $3.50.. When people do buy two she raises her fists in the air and yells, "You are killing me, Smalls!" or "You breakin my balls, yo!" She is a constant state of surliness due to her beard's unwillingness to grow longer.
And finally, my lil Anders.. He will take the mantle of Town Blacksmith and work and live out of his small BlackSmithing shack. He will be surly, of course.. cuz he is a blacksmith.. but.. with a heart of gold.. (literally.. he has one around his neck.. and not the cute kind.. it looks like a real heart.. made of gold..) Though he is barely 5 ft tall.. (in this version.. he gets no taller) and just frikking adorable in her little leather apron.. he is respected and feared by the community. His craftsmanship is incredible.. He spends most of his day making horseshoes... for real horses and the game.. though ironically.. or is it coincidentally.. he HATES playing horseshoes.. and thinks horses are "Lame" He goes to all the town meetings.. looks bored and stands up during the middle of the meeting and mutters, "Those horse shoes are not going to make themselves" and goes back to hammering on molten metal. Whenever the Sheriff (Rach) calls the towns people to raise a militia to fight roving bands of bandits and the such.. Anders will raise his metal banging hammer and say something cheesy like "You can count on my steel!" or something of that ilk... which typically causes Sheriff Rach to facepalm.. Though he is always covered in ashes and soot, he is pretty happy being that he is the only one that stays warm in the God forsaken Montana winters..
And that is how I totally think the Montana thing will go should it come to fruition... so.. yeah.
