Hard_Rom
Northumbrian Skald
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I figure four campsites including my own will fill the wagon. Some folk seem to collect a lot of stuff. You wouldn't think they was part of a military bagage train. At least they have their stuff packed and ready to go by the time the wagon shows up. Tents are last to come down.
Just as I'm fixin' to walk over and see to Ashe's packin', there is a cry and a crash. I look back and see the wagon teamster holdin' his arm which is bleedin' bad. Mishandlin' a large trunk, he's cut himself up pretty good. He won't be drivin' a team for awhile. One of the women folk sees to bandagin' his arm and then I send him away to see the surgeons. Two troopers are hangin' about, probably trying to avoid any real work by lookin' busy. I don't buy it. I get the smaller one to go with the injured teamster. The other one looks big enough to be tossin' packed trunks around without hurtin' himself.
"Private!" I ask, "You drive one of these here rigs?"
He replies in the affirmative.
"Alright then," I say, "Get to work loading and then your drivin' it."
He looks about at the work to be done and towards Ashe's tent.
"Today, Private!" I bark at him.
That gets him movin'. I didn't have to come with the wagon but it gives me a chance to see Ashe if only for a few minutes. She's tendin' to her horse, looks like. I try place the horse between us and anyone watchin'. Don't want to be seen as shirkin' my own duties just to steal a kiss. But I do anyways.
"Sleep well?" I ask after a quick good mornin' type kiss, "I can't stay. Gots things to do but the private there will give you a hand loadin'." "Load our stuff last and hitch your horse to the wagon." "Then the driver can take you and the load to the staging area about two miles south of here."
"I doubt we'll make ten miles by dark. Everyone will be camping rough for the first night anyways."
I steal another quick kiss.
"I'll find you after dark."
Then I'm off before I set anymore of a bad example for the men.
Just as I'm fixin' to walk over and see to Ashe's packin', there is a cry and a crash. I look back and see the wagon teamster holdin' his arm which is bleedin' bad. Mishandlin' a large trunk, he's cut himself up pretty good. He won't be drivin' a team for awhile. One of the women folk sees to bandagin' his arm and then I send him away to see the surgeons. Two troopers are hangin' about, probably trying to avoid any real work by lookin' busy. I don't buy it. I get the smaller one to go with the injured teamster. The other one looks big enough to be tossin' packed trunks around without hurtin' himself.
"Private!" I ask, "You drive one of these here rigs?"
He replies in the affirmative.
"Alright then," I say, "Get to work loading and then your drivin' it."
He looks about at the work to be done and towards Ashe's tent.
"Today, Private!" I bark at him.
That gets him movin'. I didn't have to come with the wagon but it gives me a chance to see Ashe if only for a few minutes. She's tendin' to her horse, looks like. I try place the horse between us and anyone watchin'. Don't want to be seen as shirkin' my own duties just to steal a kiss. But I do anyways.
"Sleep well?" I ask after a quick good mornin' type kiss, "I can't stay. Gots things to do but the private there will give you a hand loadin'." "Load our stuff last and hitch your horse to the wagon." "Then the driver can take you and the load to the staging area about two miles south of here."
"I doubt we'll make ten miles by dark. Everyone will be camping rough for the first night anyways."
I steal another quick kiss.
"I'll find you after dark."
Then I'm off before I set anymore of a bad example for the men.