Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and CyanideDisaster Goldie's giggle, which appeared so natural and unforced, caused Rupert to chuckle in return. He could understand why his son's had quickly become so smitten with her, and he was sure she'd be a joy to have around the house. Not only because she was a woman, and an attractive one at that, but for the brightness of personality he sensed lay within her, and what it would add to the three men's lives. Rupert inclined his head to indicate that he understood, then went on to answer her question. There was no point in continuing to speak about Jacob Slint, and worsen the young woman's nerves any further. They'd be meeting him soon enough. Don't you concern yourself about that, there's plenty of room for the four of us. As to how much space Goldie would be allowed to take up, and exactly where she'd sleep, Papa hadn't put much thought into that, however, he was sure his boys had, and would happily provide their own suggestions. Would you believe I built the entire cottage myself, when I was but six years old? Sawed off every tree branch, carried it to the clearing, and nailed in every piece of wood. Rupert paused, then winked at the young woman. Okay, my own Papa may have helped, but I did choose the yellow and red. He continued to chat merrily with Goldie, with the boys speaking in whispers behind them, until such time as his eyes lifted to note the figure which scurried towards the house. They'd been spotted. However, there were no cries to stop, and no-one rushed to confront them, Possibly Mr Slint assumed the men had come to return Goldilocks to her rightful place, and was inside attempting to figure out how to avoid the payment of a reward. They were allowed untouched to find the place where her Step-Father resided. Papa squeezed Goldie's hand for reassurance as they passed the window, and he obtained his first glimpse of the man whose voice he'd heard barking instructions to the farm hands, and approached the open door. Behind them, Walt and Edmund had stopped, a hundred or so feet away. Go on Goldie, it will be okay. Papa whispered as she pushed open the door. Now where the hell have you been, you ungrateful little bitch. I believe I had asked something of you this morning, and when I came to collect, you were gone. How exactly do you plan on explaining yourself... and who are your friends? Papa took those words as invitation to enter behind her. That's no way to talk to your fiance. Or should I say ex-fianc? Papa's voice dripped with sarcasm and distaste as his eyes bore into the man who'd stood to greet them, and whose jaw dropped as he took in the bulk of the stranger. Jacob appeared to grow smaller and smaller, and Papa larger and larger, as the Patricach stomped across the floor, and the two men came face-to-face. Or face to chest. Papa glanced down, and raised an eyebrow at the figure he now towered over. Goldie has decided she's not quite ready to be betrothed, and instead will be taking up employment as my maid. You can call me Rupert. Jacob Slint's eyes had widened in shock, and his body had begun to tremble. The man was still shaking - either in fear or anger - as Papa grabbed him by the scruff of the vest he wore, and lifted him up, so that his feet dangled in the air, and their eyes were at the same level. If I ever hear you address her in that manner again, I will knock your head clean off your shoulders, do you understand? The assuredness with which he spoke somehow made the words even scarier. So much for no threats, or intimidation, but Papa had taken an instant dislike to the weasel. He hoped Goldie would understand. Goldie's Step-Father began to nod, and his mouth flapped opened and closed without a word being emitted for a few moments. Then, he regained some composure, and comprehended the meaning of what Papa had just said. No, no, you can't do this. She's mine. Mine. MINE, I tell you. Goldie. He can't do this. You're going to be my wife. Tell him you're mine. He can't take you away. The man's legs kicked out and hit Papa's thighs, and his fists struck Rupert's shoulders in a flurry of punches. Jacob struggled and squirmed to escape, like a fish on a hook, but it had absolutely no effect on the much larger man. Rupert held Jacob Slint up in the air with one hand, as if he weighed no more than one of the straw scarecrows placed out in the fields, and tilted his head to speak to Goldie. His tone was soft, and the words were accompanied with a reassuring nod. Collect your things if you like, then I'll have the boys come help. Your Step-Father and I will continue our discussion outside. He didn't think the young woman need hear what he was about to say in regards to having questions asked about just how Mr Slint's first wife had died. A threat which would hopefully cause him to cease any further resistance, and think twice about making any attempt to steal Goldie back. Rupert's attention return to the man he held, and he shot him a friendly smile. That was right before he swivelled on his toes, lifted Jacob higher, and threw him out the open door. The sound of his back hitting the ground made Papa wince. Ouch. Sorry. , he mouthed to Goldie, before he stepped out, grabbed Slint's arm, and hauled him to his feet. A quick glance to where his boys stood, and they immediately began to move towards the house. As Walter and Edmund passed, and entered the residence, Papa noted that the farm-boys had formed a circle around he and Jacob. Although they outnumbered the Bear's, he wasn't concerned that they'd intervene - each sported a huge grin on their face, and appeared to be enjoying the entertainment. Not so much Slint, whose face first went red, then slowly turned a pasty shade of white as Papa gripped his elbow, leaned forward, and spoke directly in his ear.