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Tales From the Nordic Troll - #9: Wild Cards (part 1)
Friday, December 9, 2016

“Don’t worry, captain”, McGarrity called back, gesturing to the man beside him. “I think this gentleman might have something a little more in line with your crew’s particular set of skills”.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1973    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Anna Howard frowned.

For the last three weeks she had orbited round the large kitchen in the meeting lodge trying to teach several of her crewmates how to cook. Some had gotten it, some hadn’t.

“How’s this?” Wilkins asked.

Anna maneuvered around Park, who was struggling with the contents of a bowl, to the edge of the table. She dipped a large wooden spoon in the bowl Wilkins was working on. Raising the spoon to her nose, she sniffed gently then placed the tip of the spoon in her mouth. The contents tasted brackish. Fighting the urge to grimace or spit it back out, she said “it’s improving” as convincingly as possible. Looking around, she changed the subject. “By the way, where’s Doc?”

Wilkins hesitated, unsure how to answer. “Indisposed”, she finally blurted.

“Again?”

“Just a rough patch”, Wilkins shrugged.

“I’m worried about this rough patch”, Anna mused.

“So’s the captain”, Park broke in. “And he ain’t the only one”.

-

Whack!

Gerrin let the sledgehammer he’d been swinging dangle as Reilly let go of the post he’d been holding. “Good job”, Reilly commented. “You haven’t hit my hands once today”.

“It takes a certain talent”, Gerrin panted lightly as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his free hand.

“So I’ve noticed”. Reilly looked behind him at the newly repaired section of the fence. “How much longer we gonna be here?”

Gerrin followed Reilly’s gaze. “We’re almost done. Why?”

“I mean on this planet”.

Gerrin looked at him. “You got something against fresh air and dirt under your feet?”

“I’d just prefer to be working within my skillset”.

“Right”.

“Seriously”, Reilly continued as he stood up, “three weeks is a bit long for us to stay in one place. Makes us easier to find, for one thing”.

“Life’s been a little too exciting lately, we could all use a little more boredom”, Gerrin mused.

“There’s boredom and then there’s this”.

“After what you’ve just been through?”

Reilly shrugged. “Gotta learn to shake it off, grasshopper”.

“Hmpf”. Gerrin turned around to look at Aldous, approaching the two of them with Shepherd McGarrity and another man beside him. “How’s it look?” he called out.

Aldous stopped and cocked his head at the newly-repaired fence. “It’s leaning”, he called back.

”Told you”, Reilly admonished Gerrin.

Gerrin threw Reilly a sideways glance before squinting at the fence. “Barely”.

”Leaning’s leaning”, Reilly stated flatly.

Gerrin turned to respond. “Don’t worry, captain”, McGarrity called back, gesturing to the man beside him. “I think this gentleman might have something a little more in line with your crew’s particular set of skills”.

. . . . . . . . . . To Be Continued . . .

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