Thread: The frontier and the guide (myself and Victorian_Virtue)

Standing before the man called James, and some of the more vulgar men of the convoy, the dark women ignored their jeers and cat calls. Though she may have been fair upon the eyes despite her condition, she held a rusty knife just under her sleeve. Ready to slice the throat off of anyone who made the slightest of approaches towards her. But the one named James stopped them before it ever came to the slaughter she had in mind. Pity. she thought to herself. I've never actually scalped a white man before. I've always heard it's fun. with dark eyes trained on James, the nameless woman listened carefully and processed what he said. His tone was a bit condescending for her tastes, but he had essentially agreed to everything that she had said. Give or take the awkward and unnecessary come on that he had added. Thinking for a moment, she nodded and took the horse reigns. I need only one pair of clothes. she indicated as she suddenly swung herself onto the horse with ease. Much to the shock of the onlookers. Men and women who had seen the dishelved and messy looking native approach. Ignoring their stares, she rode off without saying another word. The town was small enough that she was at the stables within short order. Dismounting she spoke with the attendant. The one called James, the wagon leader, will pay. she indicated. The burly man who worked the stables just nodded and grunted which stall to put the horse inside. Gently pulling the beautiful animal inside, the proud woman carefully groomed and fed him. It might have been demeaning to some to be ordered to care for a horse. But she adored them. Majestic beasts. she always called them. Beautiful creatures that deserved more respect and care than that which was often shown. For minutes, she groomed it with gentle hands, before finally whispering a parting to it in her native tongue, and walking back to where the man had indicated he would be. Apparently, he had taken a room in the town's only inn. Walking inside, she ignored the stares and walked up to where his room was. Knocking on the door as she had learned white people considered polite, she waited outside, refusing to come inside. I have come for the buckskins and the rifle. I have things to do tonight, so I cannot dither. she said to the door as she waited. It was clear that James thought himself the ladies man. The type that could woo absolutely any woman he wanted. But that was not the case with the nameless woman. She was not the type to be wooed by any man. Rather to repulse them. To take what she needed of them, before going off to attend to her own needs. She had no intentions of even sharing a meal with him should he offer. She would just take the clothing and rifle, and go to handle herself. Having been raised to hunt, fish and trap, she could catch plenty of food before the sun set that evening. The day was still very young, having not even reached midway yet. She had two knives yet on her person with witch to trap or carve. The old rusty knife, and a pristine knife that was hidden in her shoe. The nameless woman just waited, ready to walk right off as soon as he gave her what had been promised.