DJ_Wordplay
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"I'm sorry, I've completely forgotten my manners. My name's Isabelle, Isabelle Bailey,"
Jack couldn't help but smile throughout the flustered young gal's little speech. His heart had sank somewhat when it was revealed that she wasn't wealthy enough to promise him some big reward for coming to her aid but, well, Jack was just as excited about the prospect of finding a young lass all on her lonesome with a wagon he could join on with. The undeniable fact that she was quite a pretty gal only added to Jack's interest. He met her hand with his own and gave it a quick shake.
"Johnathon Johnson, ma'am. But folks have taken to calling me Jack" he said as he broke the handshake. He gave the girl another look with a smile. Even disheveled from time spent in the woods, she was still quite a sight. Long black hair, full lips and what looked to be quite the figure.
"You kin keep any trinkets you might have, ma'am and the only book I ever had a taste for myself was the good book" Jack said as he turned his attention to the broken rear axle "Besides, it'd be downright unchristian of me to leave a lady in such an awful position"
Jack removed his waistcoat and ducked down near the wheels. It seemed to be a relatively simple brake, nothing a couple of splints couldn't fix until they made it to the next stop to get it fixed proper.
"Shoot, out here you got all manners of dangers. Cherokee, Shawnee, even a few Nez Perce stragglers. Savage folk" Jack couldn't help but give a little chuckle "Not to mention all them freed slavefolk. No, ma'am, this is certainly no place for a christian gentleman to leave a white woman all on her own. Those folks you were wagonin' with must have been snakes of the lowest order"
Jack made his way back to his horse to grab a couple tools for the job. He gave a look back to Isabelle who'd been watching him. Jack couldn't deny it, she stirred his lusts something fierce.
"I'll definitely take you up on your offer of protection for domestic services. I've been in the war and it's been going on 5 years since I've had a real homecooked meal"
Jack couldn't help but smile throughout the flustered young gal's little speech. His heart had sank somewhat when it was revealed that she wasn't wealthy enough to promise him some big reward for coming to her aid but, well, Jack was just as excited about the prospect of finding a young lass all on her lonesome with a wagon he could join on with. The undeniable fact that she was quite a pretty gal only added to Jack's interest. He met her hand with his own and gave it a quick shake.
"Johnathon Johnson, ma'am. But folks have taken to calling me Jack" he said as he broke the handshake. He gave the girl another look with a smile. Even disheveled from time spent in the woods, she was still quite a sight. Long black hair, full lips and what looked to be quite the figure.
"You kin keep any trinkets you might have, ma'am and the only book I ever had a taste for myself was the good book" Jack said as he turned his attention to the broken rear axle "Besides, it'd be downright unchristian of me to leave a lady in such an awful position"
Jack removed his waistcoat and ducked down near the wheels. It seemed to be a relatively simple brake, nothing a couple of splints couldn't fix until they made it to the next stop to get it fixed proper.
"Shoot, out here you got all manners of dangers. Cherokee, Shawnee, even a few Nez Perce stragglers. Savage folk" Jack couldn't help but give a little chuckle "Not to mention all them freed slavefolk. No, ma'am, this is certainly no place for a christian gentleman to leave a white woman all on her own. Those folks you were wagonin' with must have been snakes of the lowest order"
Jack made his way back to his horse to grab a couple tools for the job. He gave a look back to Isabelle who'd been watching him. Jack couldn't deny it, she stirred his lusts something fierce.
"I'll definitely take you up on your offer of protection for domestic services. I've been in the war and it's been going on 5 years since I've had a real homecooked meal"