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James Delaney 

While allowing Menewa to start the build-up of infrastructure on the island was a smart move, James knew there would be plenty of things the old Indian could not do. Menewa just did not have the world experience and absorbed everything James taught him with ease. Arriving back home in Nootka the proprietor was pleased with the progress but knew there was much more to be done. In the original instructions, Menewa was to hire a lawman so he did not have to be distracted by it. The man he picked, though brave was also naive. That naivety got him killed. Menewa took pleasure in hanging the man who killed his friend but daily hangings were not going to be a way to bring order to the town. It would, in turn, only make matters worse.

James sized up the man in front of him. Samuel did not seem to flinch though it was clear something clearly bothered him beyond the walls. He seemed honest and again the travel from Boston alone spoke volumes of his will and grit. He stood, bidding the man to join him. “Walk with me. I will show you my plans.” Delaney escorted the younger man out of his home and on to the muddy streets of the budding trading post. Nootka had potential. One his mother or some of the tribal elders may have resented but the fact of the matter was progress was coming. The people of the island had two choices. They could be overrun by the British Crown and likely slaughtered for the land alone, let alone the resources of the island or they could listen to James.

The present elders in the tribe took up with James as they’d already seen the brutality of the Crown and the EITC. It was time to stand up and fight back. As they moved down the main thoroughfare, James took the time to point out his plans. “That’s a bank going in there. We’ll need extra security and I will allow you to do some recruiting. I just ask you to run names by myself or my Tribal Trustee.” Menewa was yelling at a man for moving too slowly and James’s eyes narrowed, another grunt escaping. “That’d be him.”

As they continued to move, what would be the sheriff’s office stood nearly completed. There were only a few things left to do. James gestured the tall man inside. It was barren for the most part, lest a few crates. “Those are the ironworks for a cell or two. Nothing fancy but it’ll hold ‘em. I do have a few pieces of furniture, a desk and what have you commissioned by the tribe to make for you.” Moving in further the room could be completely walked through the front to back. Near the back door was a stairwell, narrow but sturdy. James led the way. Atop the stairs was the only door in the building. Keys out, he unlocked the door and walked inside a small apartment.

Grumbling at the fact nothing was unpacked yet, “This’ll be your quarters. Should be easy enough to make like home. Outhouse out back. We aren’t that fancy yet. You’re familiar with those things right? Can’t have my sheriff soft on anything. Not in these parts. You carry yourself well. And I need that. I need someone with a backbone.” Delaney walked across the small room, it had a bed frame, a chest of drawers and a sitting chair wrapped in packing material. The glass had been installed on the windows as well. “I can get you some kerosene lamps if you don’t have any. What do you think? Do you have any questions for me?”

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Hoping the impromptu speech aided his cause, he waited to be acknowledged, all the while looking the steely man in the eyes. There was a complexion of personality there which reflected back. He had little doubt Mr. Delany had already lived an entire lifetime or two despite his age. At the mention of a walk he nodded and followed the other out the door. While his interest should've been caught up in all the workings and constructions he sought out Emeline who had foolishly not heeded his assertions. Sighing, as he noticed only men about made him more concerned about his her safety. Despite being momentarily distracted he earnestly paid attention when the other spoke. Nodding at the mention of the bank and needing men. It seems as if one of the first things needed was to seek out some hired hands and deputize them. Catching a glimpse of the formidable Indian he smiled, “That won’t be a problem.” The man was as tall as he but built with the expanse of a tree. 

Walking alongside until they entered a small establishment he let the other take the lead. Taking in the disarray he could easily make out the schematics as James explained muttering, “Excellent.” Honestly, he didn’t think much more was needed given the purpose of such a place. Making their way up the narrow stairwell he thought to make pleasant conversation. “If you don’t mind me asking...what circumstance brought you to Nootka?” Samuel was ever so curious he needed to know if something other than getting out beneath the British crown was motivating the other man. 

Walking into the modest room he walked over to the window and looked out once again looking for Emeline. Only this time he was successful. Taking in the scenario she seemed well enough as she chatted with a man. Moving a step closer it seemed as if her sketchings were resting in the grass. Either way, she seemed perfectly fine as she idly turned her parasol in hand. Catching everything the other said hed turned back and quipped, “I promise I’ve more fortitude than to bested by an outhouse.” Looking around the room he quickly realized he was going to have to give it to his sister and make use of the office downstairs. “I think this will do just fine.”  Knowing he’d need to explain his traveling companion his brow knitted, “Sir, you should know I’ve not alone. I’ve brought my sister–she’s my ward as our parents have passed.” Letting his eyes travel to the window again before he shared, “She’ll likely be staying in this room until we find her placement as a governess or some other fitting accommodation. I’ll make use of the large room downstairs.” Wanting to reassure the other, “I can promise you she won’t be a distraction to me.” Proving as much he quipped, “I’ll begin recruitment as soon as possible. Given the current occupancy of the town, I’m thinking two will do for now–as we grow we can take on some more.” 

Opportunity Knocking //James & Samuel

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ARMIE HAMMER for GQ México (2018), ph. Nino Muñoz

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are these new?! either way i don’t care. no sir.

enjoy

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“Heroes” - David Bowie

Oh, we can beat them forever and ever we can be heroes just for one day

1977

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👀 by Armie Hammer

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His leeeeegggggs!

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Armie Hammer. He is 6.4 of a talk drink.

Call Me By Your Name has definitely put him on my radar.

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Sexual tension is so hot. Two people trying to make each other desperate with so much teasing and things left unsaid, until one of them can’t take it anymore and pushes the other against the wall and fucks them hard while telling them how long they’ve waited for it

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Armie Hammer poses for a portrait to promote the film “The Birth of a Nation” at the Toyota Mirai Music Lodge during the Sundance Film Festival on Monday, Jan. 25, 2016 in Park City, Utah.

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Delaney

James Delaney was not a man of many words but he was filled with all the secrets the tombs of Egypt could hold. Not like other men of his time he did nothing to please his peers, in fact, the opposite. James preferred making his own way and by doing so he pissed off legions of men in his wake. His most urgent priority at this time was getting back at the East India Trading Company and the Crown. Nothing would please him more. In the months of travel back to Nootka James had much time to let that anger brew and he was thankful he had the foresight to send word to Menewa to start building up the Sound so they could start trading immediately. His time spent traveling the world gave him a unique insight into his resources; by the time his feet touch land on Nootka the small house was complete, the big house in progress, a hotel with a small saloon and the makings of a bank.

Menewa was from the Coastal Salish, as was James’s mother and despite the backlash of his heritage back in England, the tribe treated him with high regard. They knew James was truly one of them and respected their culture. The tribesman was James’s right-hand man and was just as ready for this change, selling plots of land to would be miners and adventure seekers who were all hoping to get in on the prime location of the island. Knowing there were things he could not do, James sought a lawman to keep things in relative order though he was the king of this so-called castle. Delaney was a ruler that would make those rules as he went.

A young boy from the tribe had been employed to keep the house tidy and answer the door so that James could focus on his plans to undercut EITC around every corner. When he led his applicant into his rudimentary study James crooked his neck to look the statuesque man in the eyes and let out a hoarse grunt. “Samuel, you say. I wasn’t expecting someone so tall. Sit,” James gestured to one of the crates in the room. Nothing was unpacked except Lorna’s room since she was still recovering from her injury. Both he and his doctor were sleeping on bedrolls until his supplies could be fully unloaded from his vessel. “Call me James. Or Delaney, but not Mr. Delaney. That was Horace and he is dead. If you take the job you will officially be working for the Delaney Nootka Trading Company. I know the big island is owned by Hudson Bay but we are no part of that nor will we ever be.”

His words were coarse. James did not understand pleasantries the way others did but he knew he needed someone to fill this position and the man dressed like a New Englander. That was a long way to travel only to be told no. This action spoke volumes to the man’s character and James respected that. “If we are speaking legal terms, I own the island. My terms, it still belongs to the Salish people and therefore the laws of the Crown do not matter here. Not that you care about the King, you’re American, correct?” He glanced out the window at the influx of tribal workers roaming the muddy roads. “Tell your experience. I need to know you have the stomach for this kind of work and that you can take orders well.”

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There was something rather enigmatic about the man from the moment he entered the room. Unsure how to describe the presence of the other–haunted seemed the only fitting word. Not that it seemed even remotely possible considering the man was very much alive. Every bit of the man seemed weathered from the jagged facial scar to the deep rasp of his voice. At the other’s request, he took a seat. Samuel’s height did at times make others uncomfortable but he found it was an advantage more than anything. The couch was soft as anything he felt in the last months. Traveling had made him appreciate the small things. Still, with his hat in his hands, he listened intently to the other before responding, “So be it, Mr. Delaney.” 

Nodding when heard the previous lawman had already met with death; the position wasn’t something anyone should go into lightly regardless of the location. The fact it was here: a town which promised to be an important gateway of trade as soon as the necessary infrastructure was constructed made it all the more dangerous. Taking in the pertinent information about the territory he responded soundly, “I understand.” What Samuel could see plainly was the man vehemently held a grudge against the Crown. Sitting a bit forward on the edge of the couch he smiled, “Rebelling against the crown is in my blood. I’m a third generation Bostonian. You’ll not find many supporters of the Crown south of here.” Letting his eyes drift to the window he caught Emeline walking by causing the smile to evaporate instantly. She was supposed to stay with the luggage under the tree. Trying not to be overly distracted by his sister he turned his attention back to the present company. 

The next question was something he’d been preparing himself with for months, and despite that, he scrapped every bit of it. Originally, it was going to start off with the importance of morality and process; however, he could tell James was a very different type of man. Instead, he shot from the hip and albeit more truthfully. “I can’t claim any prior experience in the occupation but I did study law for several years and know enough to navigate through international and territorial law. I’ll know where sovereignty ends and begins.  Also given this is a newly developing area it will be attracting all measure of men. Keeping order will be important to those who are brave enough to assist in building up the tradepost.” Pausing for a moment he contemplated before finally adding, “Mostly, though I’m well aware that law can subjective and sometimes what is good for the land and those who run it has to be considered above it.”  Frankly, there was nothing no more he could say further on the subject. His fate rested in the other’s hands. 

Opportunity Knocking //James & Samuel

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Am I Your Keeper//Samuel & Emeline

tw:child abuse 

Things had always been a bit of an act. He was pretty sure it’s where Emeline got her flair for the dramatic. Their mother had passed shortly after his tenth birthday leaving his father in a position he wasn’t ready for.  Doing his best to maintain the shipping yard post he’d come home at night more times than not drunk. In the end, Samuel and his little sister grew up fast as they maintained the house: cleaning, cooking, and what not. Not an easy feat considering the expanse of the house.  Any time family or neighbors stopped in they gave the impression everything was in order and there was nothing to worry about. Which at times was farthest from the truth. 

David Bennet was a mean drunk and if even slightly agitated would take his frustration out on them. Emeline had learned early on to stay out from underfoot and became exceptional at hiding. One of her favorite places was up in the loft in the carriage house. Sometimes she’d be up there so long Sam would have to carry her down as she slept and put her to bed. Leaving him more times than not on the wrong side of his father’s scorn. Given the siblings shared experience they grew up quite close and protective of one another. 

On one particular warm summer day, he noticed Emeline was plucking off the tops of carrots in the garden he had planted. Upset by it he grabbed her forcibly by the arm and dragged away from them before pushing her down to the dirt. It wasn’t like them to fight with another and he was every bit surprised when she threw a stone striking him below the chin creating a wound which seemed to bleed forever. When their father found out he called Emeline into the room and drunkenly backhanded the seven-year-old so hard she fell unconscious. Samuel felt a rage come over him as he stared at the man he called father. His fist balled tightly as David scolded and dared him to take a swing. Despite knowing he’d suffer the same fate as Emeline he took the swing. Leaving his father out cold on the floor alongside his sister. Inevitably it would be the last time David Bennet struck either of his children. 

Picking up his sister he carried her down the street when she began to stir. It was obvious something was wrong with her mouth as she couldn’t seem to speak correctly. Samuel walked several blocks in the dark to Dr. Smith’s home which had been attached to his office. Once inside the man manipulated her jaw putting it back into place. Kindly, he never asked the cause even though Samuel's knuckles were torn and bruised.  

Samuel had always been big for his age and by the time of his next birthday he was taller than his father. Shortly after his sixteenth birthday David died from Cholera. With his pickled organs, he didn’t stand a chance. Their only living relative thought best to sell the house and take both Samuel and Emeline into their home. It was temporary for the young man who was offered an apprenticeship at a solicitors office on Beacon Steet downtown. 

Years later after his father’s passing his Aunt explained that David Bennet wasn’t actually his father. At one point his mother had a dalliance with a married neighbor and found herself in the family way. Her parents were horrified by her actions and paid a family friend to marry her quickly before the community found out. Things suddenly made sense to the young man who always felt a tad out of place. 

Late one night with his nose lost in a legal book he heard a pebble strike the window. Wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him he went back to his studies. When it happened again he threw opened the window to find his sister standing on the walkway. After chastising her for being out late and unaccompanied she pleaded for help. She went on to explain their Aunt had excepted a marriage proposal on her behalf to a shop owner twice her age. Understanding her disappointment of such a match he promised to get her out of the situation. Following up with the man he assured him that his sister was hardly the prize.  Given his newly aquired talent, he posed quite an argument against the marriage. Leaving from the man’s house that night he’d managed to talk him out of the proposal. In turn, there would be three more suitors he’d have to also dissuade. 

As Emeline turned the ripe age of twenty he finally inquired why she continued to shun the idea of marriage. It was then she admitted she was terrified of the prospect of belonging to another and was afraid of most men. Given their shared experience no other explanation was needed and he promised she’d only be wed with her consent. So instead, he encouraged Emeline to find a job as a governess seeing she was quite intelligent and would be able to pursue her passion for writing fiction in the spare time. Shortly after, the solicitors' office was closed unexpectedly Samuel was left trying to sort things out when he saw the flyer hanging down in the shipyard. A week later he was on his way to the frontier with his sister in tow. 

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Opportunity Knocking //James & Samuel

Tucking the flyer back into his pocket he paid the buggy driver and thanked him for a mostly enjoyable ride before exiting the back of the cab. Stretching his legs for a moment before turning and offering his hand to his sister. No sooner did he grab the two small suitcases from the back did the buggy take off kicking up some dust as it went. Watching his little sister wipe the dust from her travel dress she shook her head in dismay; and he couldn't help but wonder if it would be her breaking point. Before they left Boston she’d swore not a single complaint would pass her lips as long as she wasn’t left behind at their Aunt’s. It was quite a campaign which lasted several days and in the end, he had little choice as he was too concerned their Aunt would marry her off to the highest bidder the moment he left. Such a thing would crush her free spirit and he’d never forgive himself. Instigating her a tad he tilted his hat before making the snide comment, “Lovely place isn’t it.” The only response was an eye roll and she let out a small cough–undoubdely dust in the throat. 

The banging of hammers and humming of saws could be heard in the distance. Men were scattered about going every which way as Samuel and Emeline stuck out a bit as they stood taking in the scene before them. Despite the earlier sarcasm, this place was untouched nature and for the most part and infinitely beautiful. Walking to beneath a large tree he set the suitcases down. They brought with them just enough to get them through traveling. He would send for the rest of their belongings once he secure the job. He knew it was a risk to travel so far for only an opportunity but Boston had nothing to offer him and considered it worth it. Leaving his sister beneath the tree she sat on a suitcase and pulled out a parasol before she began to draw in a sketchbook. 

Walking up to the house he gave himself one more dusting off before knocking on the door. Removing his hat when the door opened he smiled, “I’m Samuel and I’m here about a job.” He was escorted in and left in what seemed to be a library of sorts; although it sat mostly empty. Hearing footsteps from behind he turned in time to catch a man enter the room. The man had a rather stern look about him and scar tracing down his face was one of his most prominent features. “Good morning, Mr. Delaney I take it?” Extending a hand in offering as he added, “I’m Samuel Bennet and I’m here about the lawman position.” 

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Armie Hammer as Samuel Turner The Birth of a Nation (2016) Dir. Nate Parker

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Verse: Nootka

Following the death of his sister, James Delaney takes Lorna and returns to Nootka in the hopes of pissing off the East India Trading Company and the Royal Crown. With a little help from some trusted associates, of course.

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