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Later that evening, Clint Eastwood was eating supper Seamus and Maggie. He came to grow so fond of the young man. Clint had a rather warm and friendly personality, which reminded him so much of his younger brother. Clint sure had a strange way of speaking, though - and would use phrases he never heard before.
For instance, at one point, he mentioned how he had to "use the bathroom" - which greatly confused Seamus. When he realized that Clint was saying he needed to use the outhouse - Seamus found it to be an interesting turn of a phrase. After all, that quite brought a rather bad visual image to his mind. Who would want to take a bath inside the outhouse? He grimaced at the idea. Where was Clint Eastwood from?
"I'm not one to pry into a man's personal affairs," Seamus asked, as he rather wanted to find out more about the curious young man, "but how is it that you came to be way out here, without a horse? Or boots? Or a hat?"
"Well, my car..." Clint began to say. Then he quickly continued, "... horse broke down and buried my boots..." With a real sheepish expression, Clint added, "... and I guess I just forgot my hat."
"How could you forget a thing like your hat?" Maggie asked, with consternation. Even Seamus was somewhat mystified by Clint's flippant attitude. After all, a hat was quite an expensive item to forget about. "Would you like some water?"
"Yeah, thanks," Clint replied, graciously. As Seamus stared right into Clint's slate blue eyes, he could swear that he rather felt connected to him. If it wasn't for his strange mannerisms, he would almost swear that this young man was Martin. As strange as it might seem, it was almost as though God placed this young man in his path.
After Maggie poured water into Clint's glass, he began to stare into it. It was so true they didn't exactly have the cleanest water, but they were used to it. Clint began to spit shots from the venison onto his plate. He actually looked rather disgusted.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, Mr. Eastwood," Seamus explained, softly. "I'll help you find your blacksmith friend. You can stay the night in the barn - and, tomorrow, I'll take you as far as the railroad tracks. You can follow them straight on into town." As he was in a very generous mood, he was quick to add, "I'll even give you a hat."
He then noticed that Maggie was becoming quite agitated, as she put down her plate and began to cross herself. He actually felt as though she was getting rather worked up over nothing. While she truly had a big heart, she sure was sometimes distrustful. She even expressed concern over Clint looking at her in a somewhat lustful manner.
It may be because of Buford Tannen made quite a few attempts to take liberties with her that made her become distrustful towards other men. Buford also took an instant dislike in Seamus, for some reason. It was possible that Buford just resented the fact that he was married to the woman that the outlaw lusted after.
"That's great," Clint replied, with a little bit of nervousness. Seamus began to worry if Clint could sense that Maggie wasn't as very welcoming of him. While Maggie wasn't a nasty sort of person, her cool temperament could give off bad vibes. "Thanks."
Just then, baby William began to cry. Seamus went to pick him up. He began to think about what William would sure be like as a grown man. Would he have a son to carry on the family name? Would the McFly lineage actually carry on past a century?
"Ahh," Seamus cooed, just as he began to make an attempt to calm William. "Woogie William. Woogie William. Oh, yes." He turned to Clint, as he added, "I think you'll find the barn comfortable. I've never had any complaints about it from the pigs."
Seamus snorted a little - as Maggie suddenly called out, "Seamus. A word with you."
"Aye," Seamus replied, as he wondered what exactly his wife had on her mind. He turned to Clint, as he asked, "Will you hold him for a minute?" He handed the baby over to Clint, as he began to follow his wife into the corner of the room to talk.
"You sure you're not after bringing a curse on this house," Maggie asked, with great panic in her voice, "taking him in like that? Such a strange young man."
"Aye," Seamus replied, as he couldn't quite argue that statement, "but I've just got a feeling about him Maggie. It's the right thing to do. It's important. Look how the baby takes to him. Little Will never takes to strangers. It's almost as if... he's connected to us." He paused briefly, before added, "Besides, Maggie, he's a friendly young man."
"I guess you're right, Seamus," Maggie replied, sighing. "I sure makes me feel uneasy how much this young man actually resembles your brother. Your brother would never dress up in that attire, and he would never forget his hat. It's just very strange."
"Aye," Seamus agreed. "I wonder if this young man is somehow kin to us. The rest of our family is still in Ireland, though - and the young man sounds American - so I really am curious as to how he came here. Could it possibly be an angel, perhaps?"
"The Bible does talk about about entertaining angels unaware," explained Maggie. "I agree that we should never turn down anyone who is in need, and I quite feel great shame over how I judged young Clint Eastwood. It is only that his mannerisms really seem odd. To be fair, he doesn't seem too rude. I really should give him a chance."
"Well, let's go back to eating our dinner," Seamus suggested. "Apparently, he knows who the blacksmith is - so maybe he's really a friend or relative who really decided to swing by. The blacksmith sure is a genius, and it's such a shame Buford is after him."
As the two of them headed back to the table, Clint called out, "William really needs to be changed. He just peed all over me, so I really need to go wash myself."
"Aye," Seamus replied. He really wasn't familiar with the term "peed", but he had the general gist of what Clint meant. "The trough is right outside the door. Grab yourself some soap and a cloth. The soap and clothes are over by the wash basin."
"Thank you, sir," Clint replied, as he grabbed for the soap and clothes and began to head outside. "By the way, I'm all finished with dinner. So, if you'd like, you can just remove my plate. Thank you once again for taking me in. It was very nice of you."
"But you barely touched your food," Seamus said, with concern. "You really do need to get some meat inside of you, if you would like to grow into a real fine strong man. Are you sure you don't wany to reconsider. I can't quite help but be very concerned for you. You remind me of someone I know, so I really do tend to worry about you."
"Thanks so much for caring, Seamus," Clint said, nervously, "but I just, uh, don't care much for deer. It's nothing against your cooking. Also, I'm just not too hungry. I very much appreciate your hospitality, though - and I'm anxious to see the blacksmith."
"What do you suppose his connection to the blacksmith is?" Maggie asked, just as Clint stepped outside of the cabin. "I do remember Mr. Brown mentioned that he was never married. Although, now that I think of it, Mr. Brown always was a little bit eccentric."
"Maybe Clint Eastwood is a nephew," Seamus suggested, as he couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that Clint Eastwood looked just like his brother, Martin. "I sure cannot get over the fact that young Clint Eastwood looks much like me brother, and just why little Will has taken a great liking to him. I wonder of his folks are even still around."
"He appears to have come by himself," Maggie replied. "I wonder how old he is. How did he even happen to come here? I would guess that he came here on a train, but I really am confused by how exactly he came to be on our property. We are two miles outside of Hill Valley, which is where Mr. Brown's blacksmith town is."
"He did mention that he was being chased by Indians," Seamus explained, "and that a bear was after him, too. Although, I'm quite curious what he was doing by the cave in the first place. Still, we mustn't judge him. He just seems a little lost and confused."
"I'm back," Clint called out, as he stepped back into the cabin. "I'd like to, uh, thank you once again for your hospitality. I'm sorry if I seemed quite nervous. I was just, uh, I've just never been around here before. I am also a bit worried about, uh, the blacksmith. I, uh, received a telegram that his life might be in great danger."
"Sure'n you must be referring to Buford Tannen," Maggie replied, nodding. "I've had some rather bad business with the man myself. He's tried to seduce me a few times, and he's treated me husband terribly. I know it is wrong to hate anyone, but he has killed several people. He may not be above killing me husband in order to get me."
Clint's face suddenly turned very pale upon the mention of killing Seamus. Either, the young man has grown to be fond of Seamus - or else the mention quite reminded him of a bad experience he himself had endured. Tears then came to Clint's eyes.
"I hope you'll be pardon me," Seamus commented, just as he put his arm around the young man, "as I didn't mean to dredge up any terrible memories. You should take a little rest. It appears as though you went through a lot. Everything will be fine."