by Greywolf Lupous
Disclaimer: Rawhide characters, situations, and, uh, the Rawhide-ish kinda stuff, belong to who? CBS, Viacom… I dunno. But they don't belong to me! Though at times I wish they did… but they don't… so, uh, don't sue me, kay? ^_^;;;
Spoilers: Some for "Incident at Black Pass"
Authors Notes: Like "Biscuits",
really short, no plot. Just idle ramblings. ^^;;
I'm cursed.
I've decided that must be it. There's no other explanation for how I wind up in these situations. Right now for example I'm halfway propped up on the ground, my arms stretched across something resemblin' a cooking spit. My arms have gone numb; I can't really move my fingers.
I think I hear Pete's stomach growling. That or some kind of weird unknown prairie creature about to attack the Kiowa camp. That might be an interestin' sight – that Anko jasper running around with some monster at his heels.
It's not that I hate him; it's just that I'm not fond of anyone tryin' to run a knife through my throat 'cause he don't want my condolences. I wish I could break free of these ropes, maybe show that Indian that he ain't so tough. I probably shouldn't though; I'm trussed up like this 'cause I tried something similar. I wouldn't want Pete to fuss at me anymore neither. He can be more of a mother hen than the boss when he wants to.
The boss… why hadn't he fought? Well, I know why, he won't admit it, but he won't let anything happen to his men if he can help it. But still, Pete and I aren't so important he needs to get into a mess with the army. And the herd takes priority, or that's what he's always tellin' me.
I think I picked up some bad luck charm in San Antonio or somethin'. I mean, if I so much set foot away from the herd I'm either bein' hunted down by conspirators against the army, the army itself, or bein' drug off by the nearest Indian tribe. Yeah, I must've pissed off a shaman or somethin' by accident, because only I seem to run across this kind of trouble. I can only imagine what the boss would think of that statement.
I wonder
what he's doin' right now. Probably worrying his head off. He better not
get into any kind of trouble with the army, I'd hate to have to go and
rescue him again. Yeah, just let me get these ropes off, I'll show 'em
Kiowas a thing or two about messin' with the Favor outfit, then I'll go
and save Mr. Favor from anything he's gettin' into.