The continuing story of the Cooper's, extended family & other Big Bang Characters (this summery may chance to a more detailed one as the story progresses)
* Another dress from set times* * Fuego Lento-Drake Bell* *FACT: provided by-history.com (which will be important later in the book, but I didn't feel like switching it out after changing my mind on the direction of the chapter.)* * & what I wrote in parentheses above is basically more or less the same concept w/the chapter title, it could also be interpreted as a metaphor for more towards the mid/end of chapter or both.*
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Setting: March 17, 1847...
Over course of the three months Hyla & Fernando have been here, she's dealt with jealous, gossiping women; soldiers-married & not-trying to manage their way into her favor & a moody partner upon arriving back at the Alamo each night. While Fernando fairs no better, as he too has goes around Mexico territory looking for any & all types of jobs that they'd be will to give a man with a gimp & just like his partner, he'd come back to their sort of make shift home extremely warn out. His back would ache, legs hurt, arms sore & barely able to move once he laid down with how much it hurt. Some days he'd move heavy bags of animal feed at the mercantile, or take wagons of food to the fighting troops & others he'd tend the bar at the saloon-but he never stayed late, not after Hyla's performance that one night. He worked hard, but he knew she worked far harder-seeing as she always brought the job back "home" with her & was usually up half-if not all night finishing the soldier's wash & working on the time gauntlet as best she could with the little resources they have to even do so.
This day is no different rom any of the others as he works on one side of the war & she the other-both bringing back two different sets of income & food from each side...
"Th-th-the d-dog ch-cha-ases th-the cccat."
"Yer improvin every day Rodger," she tells one of the soldiers as she adjusts his pillow before helping him to drink a glass of water, "y'all be able ta read any book ya want befere ya knows it-"
"Think y'all could teach me ta write too?"
"I suppose I could," she tells him with a smile as she fixes his blanket & changes the damp cloth on his head, "but let's focus on readin n gettin ya well again fer now."
"Yes em," he replies as she gets up to go to the next bed
"Hey, Hyla," another soldier calls as she moves about the sick & wounded men, "when do we eat?"
"When it's good and ready Steven," she tells him
"So then," he says as she comes over & starts helping him to sit up, "what's on the menu taday?"
"Wouldn't know," she states simply as she starts undoing the wrappings around his chest to check his wounds, "ain't my turn in the kitchen this time round."
"Awww!" She hears almost all the boys groan
"All y'all hush up now," she tells them sternly as she discards the used bandages on the floor for the time being, "that's mighty rude of ya boys," she tells them as she sets to wrap Steven in new ones, "all us women work hard ta keep yas fed n healthy," she scolds them as she continues to wrap him, "y'all should be grateful fer what ya get, not fussin cause it ain't what ya want," she adds as she finishes, "n as mighty pleased as it makes me ta ave my cookin praised," she adds in as she goes to the next bed, "it ain't right fer ya ta be goin bout insultin the other wemon's grub."
