It seems more and more ladies of ill repute are filtering into the camp. Just yesterday, I was standing outside talking to Miss Gelles, minding my own, when a red-headed....woman ....so to speak, started shouting threats and profanities at us. Apparently she and her pasty faced friend were under the impression that Miss Gelles and I were of the same profession as they. They claimed, in loud, rude voices, that we were on their "territory" and to move along. Miss Gelles, being the strong willed woman she is, looked as angry as if she had been slapped in the face. I, myself, decided not to lower myself to scrapping with those gals, especially not in the middle of the street.
I turned and informed them of it indeed being a free country and that Miss Gelles and I could stand wherever we wished. This remark seemed to ruffle the woman's feathers and she and her pasty faced friend came out to us in the street. The small one took out a little knife, making threats to "gut" us. I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. I had no quarrel with these two women. I actually felt sorry for them. Sorry that they had to resort to this type of lifestyle in order to survive....but such is the case here in this town.
Miss Gelles couldn't contain her anger....both she and the red-head exchanged anger laced words and I stepped in between them. That is all this town needs...is the ladies scrapping with each other....as if we don't have to deal with enough from the boisterous menfolk. I kindly reminded them of such and it seemed to calm things down for a time. The little woman would not put her knife away and then more exchanging of words. This time...it drew a small crowd...of ...men! No, No.....this would not be a good thing right now.....not in front of these idiotic men. I kept reminding the girls of this. Finally, Ol' Twinkle Toes, as I call him, fired his gun in the air causing us to startle. The crowd broke up and I overheard the red-head mention about buying a knife. Regardless of her feelings towards me.....I couldn't help but think of her really needing that weapon....especially in her profession.......when some drunken fool of a man refused to pay her or worse.....I then breezed passed the woman, whose hair is the color of fire, and spoke with fair warning that she may indeed need that knife for those very reasons and tossed a piece of gold at her to buy it.
Strange situation indeed, but I figure.....even if the woman despises me, for whatever reasons, she can't deny I didn't try to help her somehow. I have a feeling that won't be the last time I see the flame colored hair woman...Lord only knows what will happen when I do run into her again...as this is a small camp. As for the pasty faced girl....her temper will more than likely get her in spots of trouble. If there is one thing my brother Andrew taught me.....is that one cannot survive anything with a hot head....always keep cool and you will always keep the upper hand. It seems to have kept me alive this long.
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