The gypsies.
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See chapter one for the disclaimer.
Donatello sighed as he mentally rehearsed what he was going to say to the gypsies. He was walking towards the camp, disguise on [hat and coat], and hands in pockets trying not to meet anyone's eye.
As he neared the gypsie camp he could hear a female voice going. "We should call the police."
He stopped; this was a conversation that sounded worth listening to.
"With what?" a deep male voice. "We haven't got any phones!"
"Could we walk there?" a slightly younger female voice asked.
"Don't be stupid." Another male. "It's about half-hours walk. The horses could be dead by then!"
Ah, the horses. Well, at least he knew who the owners were. Taking a deep breath he turned into the camp.
"Who're you?" before he'd had taken two steps a man was upon him, standing in front of him, fists balled in an aggressive stance.
"Hello sir." Donatello began. "My name is Donatello, what's yours?"
"I ain't tellin' you. Ya could be one of the fuzz undercova' for all I know."
"I can assure you sir I'm not."
"I'm not buyin' it."
"If I was an undercover police officer do you really think I'd walk in the gate looking like this? Yeh right, I'd be dressed like you to blend in, wouldn't i?"
Pause as the man carefully considered this statement. Then he nodded his head. "Spose you've got a point. Name's Charlie. Charlie Gypsie."
"Right and what's your last name?"
Charlie growled and took a threatening step towards the undercover turtle. "That IS my last name, punk."
Donatello gulped and mentally rearranged his strategy. "Forgive me sir, I didn't mean to cause offence." Seeing Charlie's gaze only harden, the purple-banded turtle decided he'd better get on with the actual task. "I heard you say you'd lost some horses?"
"What's it to you?" the bear-like man looked ready to knock the tech-loving turtle's head of.
"Hold on a minute Charlie." A blonde women stepped forward. "Yes we have, you know where they are?"
"Lucy!"
"Charlie for god's sake, I think if he was gonna turf us out he'd have done it by now." Lucy said shortly to her husband.
Smiling she turned back to Donnie. "So, do you know where they are?"
"Yes, they're just up the road."
"See dad! I told you they couldn't had got far." A young girl squealed.
"Be quiet, Lilly! Jus' up the road you say?"
"Yes. My three brothers are looking after them, just to make sure they don't wonder of anywhere."
"Are they alright?"
"They're fine, although it was a close call. They'd wondered into the road, you're lucky me and my brothers were passing. We got them out the way for you, no easy job either."
Charlie guffawed at that, warming to Donatello's straight way of talking. "No I bet it weren't! Those four can be a right handful, especially Ricky, that's one mine's. I've trained him not to answer to anyone but me."
Donatello smiled. "That explains why my brother had such a hard time getting hold of him then!" Charlie burst out laughing at that, a deep bear laugh. "What are the other three called?" Donatello continued.
"The female is called Gemma. She's Lucy's. The two foals', the chestnut one is Matthews's." Charlie jerked his head at a dark-haired boy, who was leaning against a gate, chewing a piece of gum. He looked; Donatello thought privately, like something from an old-fashioned gangster film.
"That's called lightning, and finally the tiny one is Lilly's, she's called dusk. You got hold of them did ya? Hhmm, not many people can do that, not many at all."
"Thanks, but we still have them cornered. We were wondering if you'd come and escort them back."
"Sure thing, but if they've been chased up and road, they won't be too happy, so erm…" he turned to his family members. "Lucy, you and Lilly stay here and make sure the horses have something to drink when they get back, Matthew, you're with me."
Charlie paused, turned to Donnie and said with a gruff smile. "Lead us to em then."