Returned, his brother’s quizzical amusement at seeing me in his good cambric shirt lessened at Gabriel’s comment on the contents of his saddlebags.
‘T’was not by saintly means a humble bargee came by such quantity of sovereigns!’
‘A third of it is yours, for shelter ... half for a turn at your delicious wife.’
‘She’s not for whoring ... and I’d not give you house room.’
‘Not bribery? Then needs must be brute force.’
Seizing me, flat-siding a slender blade against my throat, he forced me to mount, climbed up behind, reins one-handed, spurring us away, leaving Gabriel near incandescent.
This is part 15 of 'The blacksmith's wife' The whole is a prompt-led serial which began over at Friday Prediction in March and continued, one hundred words at a time, for forty-one episodes. One of my aims in this 100 days project is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale in book form - comments would be appreciated.
The story can be read in its entirety here