TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Married? Had she said wife? Jesus Christ! She had! “Ah was tryin’,” she replied testily, trying to ignore the complicated feelings that woke in her, “ta calm things down! Th’ bartender’s th’ one what pulled a club, Jackie! What should Ah have done? Let him beat ya like a mule?” She gripped the reins tight, feeling her knuckles strain.
“Look Dhateste,” Jackie replied with an irritated sigh, “if you're gonna have me along on this yer gonna have ta get used to either gettin' kicked out of most 'respectable' places, startin' fights in 'em, or just waitin' in a different line than me. There's a reason I don't usually go into white towns too much, and sometimes I just get sick of bein' told my place."
Despite herself, Sam began to laugh. “Then Ah reckon Ah’ll be startin’ a lot o’ fights an’ gettin’ kicked outta a lotta places, Tsidiiligai. Cause Ah ain’t never gonna be ashamed ya be seen wit’ ya, an’ Ah ain’t never been one ta back down.” She flashed her lover a quick grin. “He’ll, Ah been told a time or two that some folk call me ‘stubborn’. Kin ya imagine that?”
She fell silent for a minute, then steered her horse over to a small general store. “Hang on,” she said, dismounting and heading inside. A couple of minutes later she came out with two bottles and a brown paper bag. “Reckoned it might be easier,” she explained, “if Ah jes grabbed somethin’ fer us.” Handing over one bottle, she worked the cap off the other. “Didn’t have no beer, so I grabbed us a Coke drink each, an some crackers an’ cheese ya go with it.” A chuckle. “Didn’t even have ta kick a man’s ass ta get it”
She swigged down a mouthful, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Jes’ ta check, though... if’n Ah tell ya yer place is ridin’ wit’ me,” another sidelong glance, and a sly smile, “or, mebbe, in bed wit me? Y’gonna ger tired o’ hearin’ that?”
“Look Dhateste,” Jackie replied with an irritated sigh, “if you're gonna have me along on this yer gonna have ta get used to either gettin' kicked out of most 'respectable' places, startin' fights in 'em, or just waitin' in a different line than me. There's a reason I don't usually go into white towns too much, and sometimes I just get sick of bein' told my place."
Despite herself, Sam began to laugh. “Then Ah reckon Ah’ll be startin’ a lot o’ fights an’ gettin’ kicked outta a lotta places, Tsidiiligai. Cause Ah ain’t never gonna be ashamed ya be seen wit’ ya, an’ Ah ain’t never been one ta back down.” She flashed her lover a quick grin. “He’ll, Ah been told a time or two that some folk call me ‘stubborn’. Kin ya imagine that?”
She fell silent for a minute, then steered her horse over to a small general store. “Hang on,” she said, dismounting and heading inside. A couple of minutes later she came out with two bottles and a brown paper bag. “Reckoned it might be easier,” she explained, “if Ah jes grabbed somethin’ fer us.” Handing over one bottle, she worked the cap off the other. “Didn’t have no beer, so I grabbed us a Coke drink each, an some crackers an’ cheese ya go with it.” A chuckle. “Didn’t even have ta kick a man’s ass ta get it”
She swigged down a mouthful, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Jes’ ta check, though... if’n Ah tell ya yer place is ridin’ wit’ me,” another sidelong glance, and a sly smile, “or, mebbe, in bed wit me? Y’gonna ger tired o’ hearin’ that?”