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The clerk’s expression shifted, all seriousness now. “Well! You can tie your coat closed, tuck your tobacco pouch and fire-bag into it.” He ran his hands to the fringed ends: red, white, and blue. “Spare threads to mend your clothes in the field. It can even be a tourniquet in the direst of situations. Everything a man needs for a life on the frontier.” The clerk closed his oft-recited script with a smile.
“Ha! Good sell, friend. I was willing buy one regardless.” Denis fumbled his coin pouch out from his coat, then tied his new ceinture around his waist.
“Just take caution out west, friend. The lands can be… wild still.”
“Merci, but I have caution enough,” said Denis. “I try make right with the Lord. He leads me in the right paths.”
“That He does,” said the clerk. “That He does.”
Marc reached below his waist, snapping a blue thread free from the fringes of his father’s sayncheur flayshii. “Lii bufloo, they ran hard today,” he said, handing the thread to his wife, Anne-Marie.
“Taapway,” said Anne-Marie, now threading her needle. “Lii bufloo ran so hard they shook Joseph from his horse!” Those gathered around the campfire laughed.
With the day’s work done, the Hunt and harvest well behind the setting sun, the families gathered amongst themselves. They drew their wagons and carts into a large circle, making camp within, preparing to rest and celebrate. Fiddle music rose in the air, along with sounds of singing and dancing, cheering and laughter; fragrant wood smoke tinged with roasting bison meat rose into the calm, prairie evening as well.
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The clerk’s expression shifted, all seriousness now. “Well! You can tie your coat closed, tuck your tobacco pouch and fire-bag into it.” He ran his hands to the fringed ends: red, white, and blue. “Spare threads to mend your clothes in the field. It can even be a tourniquet in the direst of situations. Everything a man needs for a life on the frontier.” The clerk closed his oft-recited script with a smile.
“Ha! Good sell, friend. I was willing buy one regardless.” Denis fumbled his coin pouch out from his coat, then tied his new ceinture around his waist.
“Just take caution out west, friend. The lands can be… wild still.”
“Merci, but I have caution enough,” said Denis. “I try make right with the Lord. He leads me in the right paths.”
“That He does,” said the clerk. “That He does.”
Marc reached below his waist, snapping a blue thread free from the fringes of his father’s sayncheur flayshii. “Lii bufloo, they ran hard today,” he said, handing the thread to his wife, Anne-Marie.
“Taapway,” said Anne-Marie, now threading her needle. “Lii bufloo ran so hard they shook Joseph from his horse!” Those gathered around the campfire laughed.
With the day’s work done, the Hunt and harvest well behind the setting sun, the families gathered amongst themselves. They drew their wagons and carts into a large circle, making camp within, preparing to rest and celebrate. Fiddle music rose in the air, along with sounds of singing and dancing, cheering and laughter; fragrant wood smoke tinged with roasting bison meat rose into the calm, prairie evening as well.
© PVP NOW ™
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