10-06-2017, 12:01 AM
The Birthland, some of the Natives called it. It resided in the depths of Colorado and could have been a major role in how the Frontier shaped itself up. At least, that's what most thought when traveling out there. Instead, what was given was inherent sickness. It wasn't the men who were affected though. Any woman who came had seemingly fallen ill. Some broke out in hives, others ran intense fevers. Some, if they were pregnant, miscarried. This place was nothing more than the land of the dead if anything more, yet they had to keep pressing on. As the years rolled on, only men inhabited the town that had become Henley’s Haven, the Yankees and colonists from a few countries like Ireland and France believing that the Birthland needed to be long forgotten. They sought to figure out what caused the women to fall ill there, but for the time being, most men who helped build the town would travel back to the nearest town to convene with their wives and children for safety. Elijah O’Donnell had no such subtleties.
He was Twenty-Five years of age at this point, the male having been a teen when traveling outwards to a town his Father and many others created. That was a ripe age for him to have a wife, given how overly religious his father was about having a family right away. The complication arose in that there were no women around that were his age and as much as his father urged him to, he didn't want the male trying to swoon a lady that was too old or too young. That meant that when Elijah got the chance, he would have to leave Henley’s Haven and travel for such luck to occur. For now though, he was stuck running his Family’s, or rather him and his Father’s Saloon given that his mother and sisters couldn't live there. That meant he had no choice more often than not, to tend to the large bar while his father handled other business.
Despite the illness on women however, the town was blooming rather well. This particular night, the five foot eleven male was tending to some rather livid individuals inside the saloon, most of them drunk off their rears. He could handle them if they got too rowdy. He had a sturdy and broad body set with muscles despite how short he might appear to some of the men present. On top of that, he knew his way around a rifle and a revolver. It never came to that though. Most men who were present would share in some drunken woe about how there weren't women around to dance inside the bar and how the piano needed a woman’s touch. It was only when glasses went to flying towards the male who usually played music that would bade Elijah to fire a round into the three story wooden building’s ceiling walls. If not, the dirty brown haired male with grayish-blue eyes would clean glasses and slide more down the locals way. With a train coming in tonight though, more men were present than usual. Elijah fixed his striped vest and hat up before lighting into a cigar and having some ale for himself. It helped him relax on busy days like this.
He was Twenty-Five years of age at this point, the male having been a teen when traveling outwards to a town his Father and many others created. That was a ripe age for him to have a wife, given how overly religious his father was about having a family right away. The complication arose in that there were no women around that were his age and as much as his father urged him to, he didn't want the male trying to swoon a lady that was too old or too young. That meant that when Elijah got the chance, he would have to leave Henley’s Haven and travel for such luck to occur. For now though, he was stuck running his Family’s, or rather him and his Father’s Saloon given that his mother and sisters couldn't live there. That meant he had no choice more often than not, to tend to the large bar while his father handled other business.
Despite the illness on women however, the town was blooming rather well. This particular night, the five foot eleven male was tending to some rather livid individuals inside the saloon, most of them drunk off their rears. He could handle them if they got too rowdy. He had a sturdy and broad body set with muscles despite how short he might appear to some of the men present. On top of that, he knew his way around a rifle and a revolver. It never came to that though. Most men who were present would share in some drunken woe about how there weren't women around to dance inside the bar and how the piano needed a woman’s touch. It was only when glasses went to flying towards the male who usually played music that would bade Elijah to fire a round into the three story wooden building’s ceiling walls. If not, the dirty brown haired male with grayish-blue eyes would clean glasses and slide more down the locals way. With a train coming in tonight though, more men were present than usual. Elijah fixed his striped vest and hat up before lighting into a cigar and having some ale for himself. It helped him relax on busy days like this.