To some surprise – Tiger discovered that he was awake or awakened by her sudden movements. Either way – he had caught the tail whip of words and spoke softly. With the flick of his thumb he pushed up his hat, that one brown eye revealing a bit of life as he spoke. “I want you to have this, Tiger,” he held out his weapon – that sleek metallic frame was frayed with a few blemishes but it gave it some appeal. Worn in, well used, but durable – like him and for that, she paused her thoughts – wondering why she even held him in any good light. For all she knew, he was to blame – “I’m sorry that I left you in the forest without saying good-bye. I only wanted to release you from the danger, but you were still in danger without me, because of me.” And then he apologized or at least what she could make of his English. It was slow and he paced himself, but some words were out of range for her to grab at.
Just what exactly was he asking of her…?
Now he wasn’t talking, but looking at her – waiting and she felt her heart quicken: she didn’t understand enough to reply and apart of her felt as if she would miss out if she said nothing at all. Did he want to be released from his debt? Knowing she had saved his life and what that stood for in her Navajo heritage – he still felt he owed her and in some mild misunderstanding – Lily came to accept that.
“You… Want to release?” Those large green hues studied that rough face, the sun hadn’t been kind to it, but Ambrose had its charm. With uncertainty she pointed at herself, soft brown eyebrows lifting as she questioned him once more. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew it was wrong to keep a spirit tied down. She had seen it happen to the elders of her village once – the body would grow weak and the face would look ill. Not wanting to bring Ambrose any more misfortune, she cupped his face – though his gaze was rather solid, as if she had clearly missed the point. “I release Ambrose,” she said, softly, the small pads of her thumb caressed his cheek and her gaze went over to that dark eye patch where she planted a kiss on top of it. Slowly she backed away and looked at him once more before giving an affirming nod.
“No more debt,” in reference to her saving his life. She felt somewhat sadden that he wanted to so quickly depart from her presence, but she wasn’t stupid: she knew that his kind, disliked her kind. When the man started to say something else, she shushed him, a short “Tss!” Left her, a hand rising to her lips to mimic the gesture from before as her gaze went toward the shrubbery just outside. It moved twice and she reached for the weapon he had given her before tossing it – a loud clunk sound hit and she moved, quickly retrieving it. Digging her hand into the greenery, she pulled out by the pair of ears a dead rabbit. The heavy gun had bashed its head in on the corner temple.
With pride she held out her kill like a prize, her words declaring the obvious: “We EAT!” The expression he had was close to disbelief and Lily wondered if in his world – it was only the men who hunted and the women that waited. Not bothering on the details, she laid the plump, fat rabbit down and ran off to gather a few herbs for it.
Returning in less than ten minutes she had a bundle of wet wood and damp leaves. With a free hand she turned to her pouch at her waist and laid it open, setting the rabbit on top and retrieving the knife. She dragged it across its neck and let it bleed out for the most part – her fingers went digging toward the bowel area to remove the fecal sack and tossed it aside. She uttered a small prayer, but no sound was made, just the gesture of her lips. A quick twist of her wrist and that knife set under the skin, skinning it in one fluid motion – though bloody, Lily smiled, happy to see that it was male and fat especially toward the rear. It would be plenty for Ambrose and his large frame.
By the end of the session she had built a stable enough stick to hold it high above the flame he built. A few herbs were stuffed in the mouth that was held open by a pick. The fat of the animal dripped off in juices, the tender meat cooking thoroughly. The smell it gave off was like that of a cooking chicken – roasting slowly and growing more appealing by the second. Instead though she turned toward the Cowboy, whose gaze was caught on the rabbit and some of her actions as she was now currently mashing a few berries and peppermint leaves. The blue green tint stuck to her fingers as she pointed at his back, the injury she had only patched up the day before and gestured to inspect it.
As he turned around and exposed that wound, she peeled back the leaf and sniffed it for any tail signs of infection. With a quick lick and tasting at the after taste, the young girl determined that it was healing up. Sliding a bit more of the remedy against the wound and placing the same leaf over it, she finished and pointed at the rabbit. It had cooked long enough. Tearing off a leg for herself and handing the rest to him, she picked and chewed at the tender meat, enjoying it. “Eat,” she suggested and held out the roast rabbit toward Ambrose.
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