It was still morning and I had nothing to do.
That all changed though when I walked past Abigails tent.
Abigails: James, c'mere a minute.
I walk over to her.
James: What is it?
Abigail: Can I ask a favour?
James: Sure.
Abigail: Can you do... something with Jack?
James: Why? Because I'm your preferred nursemaid?
Abigail: Because he likes you and... well, you know his fathers useless.
James: Yeah, course.
Abigails: Thank you.
I walk over to Jack who was near the hitching posts, he was sitting on the ground with sticks.
James: Watchu upto?
Jack: Playing.
James: Anything fun?
Jack: I guess.
James: Do you wanna go fishin with me?
Jack: Fishing?
James: Sure, it's about time you started to earn your keep.
Jack: Okay.
He stands up.
James: You do have a fishing pole, right?
Jack: Yeah, uncle Hosea made me one.
James: Good, go grab that and we'll get some fish caught.
Jack: Yeah.
I mount my horse and wait for Jack to get his pole.
He gets it and comes over.
I lift him onto Jamie and place him in front of me.
I had one hand on him and the other on the reigns.
I begin riding out of camp.
Jack: Where are we going?
James: Just down to the river near here. Don't want to go too far from camp.
Jack: Okay.
James: You feeling better? I know you was a little sick.
Jack: I'm fine.
James: Your a brave kid.
Jack: Just like you.
James: Well, I don't know about brave... and I ain't much of a kid no more. Though your momma might disagree... her and a few other women I guess.
Oh.
Jack: What does that mean?
James: Oh, I'm just talking silly, been a tough few weeks up in that snow.
Jack: I liked the snow.
James: Yeah but not like that.
Jack: When are we going back to the other camp?
James: The one near Blackwater?
Jack: Yeah.
James: Well, we're not, this is our spot... for now anyway.
We arrive at a spot in the river where the water looked pretty calm and busy with fish... ish.
James: Okay, let's get fishing.
