Campion
Star
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2015
- Location
- Eastern US
Colin looked up from the gravel path. His elbows and palms were skinned from where he'd been thrown down.
"Alma, I can't believe you. I've slaved for us for three months in the mine so we could make it through the year, and when I get back you've taken another man? What about our promises."
He'd tried to force his way into the home they'd shared only to have Ryker the Blacksmith come out and hit him with a mace. "Nothing personal you little twerp, but she's mine now. I want her and she wants me. You were too much of a wuss. She needs to be kept in her place and I'm the man to do it. Now give me that money!"
"Why, I earned it! It's my money. This is banditry!"
"Colin, you promised her you'd go get money to take care of her. Fulfill your promise!"
Colin snarled. It wasn't fair. She'd made her promise and broken it and he shouldn't owe her a thing. Ryker should have to support her. But if he didn't give him the money, the heavily armed and armored man would beat him and maybe kill him. Colin threw a moneybag over. "There, that's what I was able to make!"
The bag was filled with silver and coppers.
"That's it you lout? She's so much better off with me."
Colin staggered to his feet and cradled his raw hands. "Yeah Ryker. You deserve each other." He stumbled away, and Ryker nodded, then realized it might not be a compliment.
"Colin! If I ever see you again, I'll kill you!"
Colin kept going. Most of his money was sewn into the bottom of his pack. There he had the gold he'd earned, but he was not going to mention that. Instead he went to a roadside temple and washed his hands. He left a gold as they healed his wounds and gave him a little food for travel. Then he hurried on as the sun grew redder in the sky and began to slip below the horizon. He came to an inn, but they were full up, so he exchanged a gold coin and bought provisions, then went into the woods to find a pine grove to sleep under.
Two hours later he had a fat hare roasting with his sling by his side, and he leaned against a cliff face. As he pondered his future, his eyes picked out a pair of glowing eyes. A fox. "Cmere girl. Want a little of this hare? I'll share." Why did he bother, foxes were skittish even when tamed.
So he stretched his 5'6" slim frame out on his pack and blanket and began to count stars in the clear sky.
"Alma, I can't believe you. I've slaved for us for three months in the mine so we could make it through the year, and when I get back you've taken another man? What about our promises."
He'd tried to force his way into the home they'd shared only to have Ryker the Blacksmith come out and hit him with a mace. "Nothing personal you little twerp, but she's mine now. I want her and she wants me. You were too much of a wuss. She needs to be kept in her place and I'm the man to do it. Now give me that money!"
"Why, I earned it! It's my money. This is banditry!"
"Colin, you promised her you'd go get money to take care of her. Fulfill your promise!"
Colin snarled. It wasn't fair. She'd made her promise and broken it and he shouldn't owe her a thing. Ryker should have to support her. But if he didn't give him the money, the heavily armed and armored man would beat him and maybe kill him. Colin threw a moneybag over. "There, that's what I was able to make!"
The bag was filled with silver and coppers.
"That's it you lout? She's so much better off with me."
Colin staggered to his feet and cradled his raw hands. "Yeah Ryker. You deserve each other." He stumbled away, and Ryker nodded, then realized it might not be a compliment.
"Colin! If I ever see you again, I'll kill you!"
Colin kept going. Most of his money was sewn into the bottom of his pack. There he had the gold he'd earned, but he was not going to mention that. Instead he went to a roadside temple and washed his hands. He left a gold as they healed his wounds and gave him a little food for travel. Then he hurried on as the sun grew redder in the sky and began to slip below the horizon. He came to an inn, but they were full up, so he exchanged a gold coin and bought provisions, then went into the woods to find a pine grove to sleep under.
Two hours later he had a fat hare roasting with his sling by his side, and he leaned against a cliff face. As he pondered his future, his eyes picked out a pair of glowing eyes. A fox. "Cmere girl. Want a little of this hare? I'll share." Why did he bother, foxes were skittish even when tamed.
So he stretched his 5'6" slim frame out on his pack and blanket and began to count stars in the clear sky.