Glimpsed: Day 3

Word Count: 18,151

Summary of Events:
Chapter 5:
Charlotte talked with her father about his impressions of Elisha and felt rather unsettled. Samuel then set out for Georgetown and thought about actually looking for a woman to marry instead of waiting for one to show up.
Chapter 6:
Deborah decided on three potential designs and after Charlotte did up her hair they went to Elisha's brother's photography studio and took the pictures with them. Charlotte was struck by the dissimilarity in appearance of Elisha and his brother and ended up going to the church to think about it.

Excerpt of the Day:
"There was a sense of incompleteness about him. He thought of Ananias and Ruth at that. When he'd been in Nebraska with them he'd seen that Ananias was happy, content, satisfied, complete even. If that was what a woman did to a man then Samuel wanted to marry a woman. But there were no women he wanted to marry who were interested in entering into a commitment with him.
Would there be one in Georgetown? The question startled Samuel back into his surroundings, the railroad nearby and the river flowing by his side. He'd never thought of such a thing.
But Georgetown was a silver town. They mined silver, it wasn't the kind of place a woman would live unless she was married. Surely there wouldn't be anyone — maybe a miner's widow who couldn't afford to go anywhere else.
Could he marry a widow? Samuel had never thought of that one either. He'd always thought of marrying a young woman — but what young woman would want to marry a man some ten years their senior like himself? He wasn't very young at all anymore. There were probably women younger than him who had already lost their husbands due to accidents or the evil of other men.
If there weren't any women — widowed or otherwise — in Georgetown, would he consider looking around Colorado? Samuel had never really gone looking for a woman before, he'd never thought that he ought to seek one out. He'd always thought she might come up to him.
Nothing said that he couldn't look. So long as he wasn't out there stalking women like a hunter stalking antelope or deer or rabbits. He could always go up to a woman and compliment her appearance, start a conversation, learn about her.
Samuel shifted in his saddle at that thought. The idea of starting a conversation with a woman sounded daunting — and he was sure his stammering and embarrassment wouldn't exactly be considered an attractive feature.
But he had engaged in conversation — and rather nice conversation once he'd warmed up to it — with Mrs. Harcourt. He'd even been gentlemanly. He was surprised the decorum and propriety Aunt Chastity had whipped into him as a child had stuck so well.
He could probably. He just has to try. That was the scary part. He could learn how to drive an engine on the fly, he could deal with being held up, accused of murder, run out of town on his own with little but his own clothes, he could drop a job and head off somewhere he'd never been to do something he'd never done before, but he couldn't done to a woman.
It seemed odd. He could do so many other things fearlessly, but something that didn't really come across as that difficult unnerved — if not even outright terrified — him; of course he hadn't been in the close and frequent company of women in just over a decade."