Emmett's immediate answer to the familiar voice that suddenly cut through was a resounding 'yes', but he stayed quiet to listen to the man's speech, hands tightening and turning around the handle of his axe as his teeth ground into each other. The mention of 'fucking his pretty little girlfriend' set an edge of something much more fiery than he'd felt before in his eyes.
"So 'cos you've got problems bein' Abandoned--" He turned to Zariah: "Cos that's what it's called." And back:"Yer just gonna let some random woman say she owns us? Throw us into her 'army' without even knowing what we're signin' up fer?" The idea was so insane to Emmett he found it difficult to not just stare, wanting to think everyone would suddenly wise up.
"Fine, though, if y'want, forget the Outlander thing. Are y'sayin' we don' have anyone else, who more of us know 'n' trust, to lead us? Y'sure are willing to just put all y'trust behind this Zariah person when she ain' ever worked on our farms or spoken to most a us. And."
He lifted up the axe to his chest. "Don' ever talk about Bee like that again."
"So 'cos you've got problems bein' Abandoned--" He turned to Zariah: "Cos that's what it's called." And back:"Yer just gonna let some random woman say she owns us? Throw us into her 'army' without even knowing what we're signin' up fer?" The idea was so insane to Emmett he found it difficult to not just stare, wanting to think everyone would suddenly wise up.
"Fine, though, if y'want, forget the Outlander thing. Are y'sayin' we don' have anyone else, who more of us know 'n' trust, to lead us? Y'sure are willing to just put all y'trust behind this Zariah person when she ain' ever worked on our farms or spoken to most a us. And."
He lifted up the axe to his chest. "Don' ever talk about Bee like that again."
Emmett
The sun went down beyond yon hill, across the dreary moor
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
