Kitty and the Governor

Usual disclaimer: Just taking our friends out to play, will put them back when I'm done!

Note: Some of the people and places, I've chosen to use, are of Kansas History, but I've taken writer's prerogative to alter them where I choose. So, for anyone who is policing, be forewarned…

PT.1

Fall 1879

The first real signs of fall were beginning to show. Soft cool breezes were blowing down Front Street. It was an exciting time for all of Kansas. They had just elected a new governor. He was well known to most folks. He had a long military career as a Lieutenant Colonel in the Union Army and had also spent time working as an attorney in Olathe, Kansas, as well as held a seat in the state senate. He was now the 8th Governor of Kansas. Oh, there would be celebrations all over the state, Dodge included.

"Governor John Pierce St. John"

Doc Made his way down the stairs and across the boardwalk, just in time to meet Sam opening up and sweeping out to start the day. It would be a busy one.

"Morning, Doc. Coffee 's hot, if you're in the mind. Miss Kitty should be down shortly."

Nodding his head, swiping his mustache, "Morning, Sam, I just think that sounds fine. I think I will." He said as he pushed through the batwing doors, setting himself at the table pouring a cup of steaming hot coffee, and smelling the sweet rolls covered in a basket by a cloth, thinking no one was watching.

Suddenly a deep rich voice. "They're quite good. You should try one." Then a chuckle followed.

Doc never heard the footsteps across the landing as she descended the stairs.

"You know, young lady, you really shouldn't sneak up on a person that way. You could… well you could."

Smiling with a raised brow. "Could what, Curly? Catch you in the act?" Now a full laugh let loose. "What has you up and out so early anyway?"

"Oh, who can sleep with all that racket in the street? And besides, I could ask you the same thing."

"Well, Curly, looks like with all the celebrating that will be going on, I'm going to be quite busy."

Tugging his ear, and sipping his coffee, "And your complaining, are you?"

Leaning back in her chair. "Oh no! Not me. Not one bit!"

"So, Young Lady, how do you feel about our winning candidate?" He asked as he up the newspaper, showing her the headline.

Kitty just rolled her eyes and puffed out a breath of air. "Curly, looks like I may be in for some real trouble. Have you read up on this character?" She added.

"Well, Kitty, you knew that this might happen one day. What does our esteemed Marshal think about all this?"

"Oh, Matt?" Shaking her head. "He won't get in until tonight. As a matter of fact, he's in Topeka. So, I guess, he knows as much as we do."

"Well, Young Lady, what do you say, you and I go to Delmonico's and get us breakfast?"

"Why, Curly! You inviting me to breakfast?"

"Well, I just asked you, didn't I?"

"Well, I guess I'd better say yes, before you change your mind." She was now biting her bottom lip, trying not to let out a laugh, watching Doc steam up. "Oh, Curly." Now rubbing his shoulder. "Come on. I'm just teasing."

The two pushed through the batwing doors arm in arm and crossed the street, headed for Delmonico's. As they stepped up the boardwalk, several women, a group that usually looked for a reason to throw remarks, or comments, Kitty's way, were snickering.

Then one stepped forward, clearing her throat. "Well, Miss Russell, I guess now, once and for all, Dodge will finally be rid of the trash in this good God fearing town and the good folks won't be tarnished by the presents and likes of you and your kind!."

Squaring her shoulders and furrowing her brow. "Margaret? Just what are you babbling about?"

Then from behind her, came another voice. "Come dear. You could hardly expect that she knows anything about politics."

Now with her jaws tight. "Why, you old…"

Grabbing her arm, Doc spoke up. "Kitty, Honey, just ignore them. Let's get our breakfast." Then he turned to the group. "You all should be ashamed of yourselves. Have you nothing better to do?"

Then, as he turned, the older woman spoke out. "It's you, Doctor Adams, that should be ashamed. Keeping such dreadful company." And she turned and stomped away.

As he entered the restaurant, he saw how angry Kitty was. "Honey, just ignore them."

"Doc, you know, as well as I do, what they are referring to. And they're kind'a right too. They're kinda going to get exactly what they've been wanting for years."

Just then, Ol' Joe walked up. "Good morning, Miss Kitty, Doc. Coffee's hot. What can I get you both?"

Smiling, "Coffee for now. Ohhhh and maybe a miracle." Kitty said with a slight smirk.

TBC