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Week Twenty Two -- Thursday
Who: Grim, Mouse, Dusty and Grey later.
Where: Watershed Farm garden
When: Later Thursday night
Why: A boy has got to eat! (and feed his rat and horse of course!)
Rating: Possible scuffley violence maybe but nothing too bad?
Grim had gathered more information from the trading post as to the location of the farm. It was more or less due east along the river from where he'd met Smith. During the day he'd scoped it out from a good distance; well enough to locate the garden anyway. He found a place to tether his horse that was close enough to keep Death safe, but also close enough that he wouldn't have to run far to get back to her. He waited several hours after the sun had set. He wanted to be sure enough that most of the farm's people would be asleep.
It had been a while since he'd had a good meal. They'd been on the move and when they weren't settled with one of Christian's harems things were sometimes slim pickings. He could already taste fresh tomato juice as he slunk through the dark and slipped under the fence. He'd left Eliot with Death, and carried only his scythe in one hand and a bag in his other. The garden was surprisingly easy to infiltrate. He had been worried about dogs, but he was prepared to kill them if he had to. It crossed his mind that this whole thing was probably a bad idea, and that if Christian had been around he'd be hitting Grim upside the head. Yet, hunger had won out against his better judgement and in minutes he had filled his bag with tomatoes, cucumbers and other warm-weather veggies. Once he'd filled his bag he was just about to leave when he spied some watermelons at the other end of the garden. He crawled over and sat down after slinging his scythe and loaded bag over his shoulder. He found a smaller melon and sliced it open with the knife from his boot.
He wet his lips in anticipation and stabbed his knife into the remaining melon while he bit into the piece he'd cut off.
Where: Watershed Farm garden
When: Later Thursday night
Why: A boy has got to eat! (and feed his rat and horse of course!)
Rating: Possible scuffley violence maybe but nothing too bad?
Grim had gathered more information from the trading post as to the location of the farm. It was more or less due east along the river from where he'd met Smith. During the day he'd scoped it out from a good distance; well enough to locate the garden anyway. He found a place to tether his horse that was close enough to keep Death safe, but also close enough that he wouldn't have to run far to get back to her. He waited several hours after the sun had set. He wanted to be sure enough that most of the farm's people would be asleep.
It had been a while since he'd had a good meal. They'd been on the move and when they weren't settled with one of Christian's harems things were sometimes slim pickings. He could already taste fresh tomato juice as he slunk through the dark and slipped under the fence. He'd left Eliot with Death, and carried only his scythe in one hand and a bag in his other. The garden was surprisingly easy to infiltrate. He had been worried about dogs, but he was prepared to kill them if he had to. It crossed his mind that this whole thing was probably a bad idea, and that if Christian had been around he'd be hitting Grim upside the head. Yet, hunger had won out against his better judgement and in minutes he had filled his bag with tomatoes, cucumbers and other warm-weather veggies. Once he'd filled his bag he was just about to leave when he spied some watermelons at the other end of the garden. He crawled over and sat down after slinging his scythe and loaded bag over his shoulder. He found a smaller melon and sliced it open with the knife from his boot.
He wet his lips in anticipation and stabbed his knife into the remaining melon while he bit into the piece he'd cut off.
