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Deep in the woods, Long Sword retreated into the bushes to “attend to nature” but the sounds coming from his belly were alarming and Beard was clearly struggling as well. Jodie’s eyes narrowed and she looked at Tina like she was trying to figure out if the blonde was responsible for the sudden, violent stomach illness that seemed to have affected everyone but Tina and the other man at the camp. Jodie tried to remember his name, realizing with dawning horror that he had never given it.
“You did this…” she spat out, wrapping her arms around her waist. “You… how… you did this, didn’t you… bitch…”
James made no indication he heard Jodie, rising quickly to start saddling the horses, Beard not even trying to get clear of the campfire as he unbuckled his pants to void right there and then, groaning. Long Sword half crawled, half dragged himself back to the fire and Jodie was throwing up now too.
They wasted little time leaving the camp, Tina stepping over the prone figure of a vomiting Jodie to reach the horses, eager to put this misery behind her. Jodie attempted to grab Tina’s pants as she went by, but the pain in her stomach was too great and her hand slid down the brown boot, Tina not even pausing in her stride. There was a wonderful satisfaction in the act of stepping over the redhead, like she was an insect or a snake, unworthy of even the courtesy of going around her. Just something in the way.
I am coming, Bette, Tina thought. Somehow, someway, I am coming. Please be ok.
All around them the stink of poison permeated as Beard and Long Sword crawled on the ground, retching. The healer in Tina felt bad, knowing the damage that was likely being caused by the poison and almost, almost wishing for her pack of powders and medicines. But then she thought of the dirk Jodie wielded at her throat, the way her men forced Bette to crawl through her own vomit, the groping hands of Beard as she sat in front of him on the horse, and the way Long Sword laughed at her when the soup was gone. And leaving became so easy.