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Outlaw
Summary: Partially inspired by Ned Kelly. “It was the
summer of 1880. Nothing was really unusual except for the weather - it was a
scorcher… I remember seeing him for
the first time, out chopping wood with his brothers – that’s when I knew I
would love him.”
Feedback: Please! I’d absolutely love it!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Orlando or Viggo or any other familiar
characters. *sniffle*
Archive: Just ask.
Warnings: Language, M/F and M/M
Author’s Note: This is my first serious fic so it
might get a bit rough on the edges but those can always be smoothed out in the
end.
I made a few changes to some of the characters, but only
slightly physically or age-wise. Most of this will be done in Orlando’s point of view, just so there’s no
confusion. I know that Orlando
only has one older sister, but for this, I’m taking some artistic license.
ENJOY!
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Chapter Two – Of Rabbit Stew and Babies
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By the
time we got back to the house, the sun had set completely. My family lived a
good hour walk from the main part of town, but luckily the temperature had
dropped a bit due to both the setting sun and Elijah’s soda water, which
Samantha and I both stole little sips of. When we reached the rickety gate
which had been made from wood, twine, and some old brass hinges, hooked up to
the little fence surrounding our house, I pushed the little opening with my
foot and let Samantha and Elijah in before I hurried after them. We thought we
were safe, that my mother hadn’t noticed we were late, but just as we opened
the thin wooden door, her shrill voice echoed through the small, four room
hovel. “Where have you been? I’ve
been going out of my mind asking about for you two and here I find you all safe
and sound, scuttling about town ‘till God only knows what hour? You’ll be the
death of me Orlando! And dragging your sister down with you! Oh you little…” My
mother finally stopped her rant when she saw Elijah with us. Her red face
slowly turned back into its normal, sun-kissed tone and she forced a smile
through her evident rage. “Hello Elijah dear. Here for supper then? Come along,
come along. We’ll get you a plate. Orlando,
go help your father bring in the firewood for tonight. Elijah, why don’t you
just run along and help him… and you two remember to clean up a bit before
supper. Now Samantha dear, come along and help me –” We didn’t hear anymore as
Elijah and I ran back outside and across the small field that we had for the
carrots and potatoes.
“Well, that went better than expected,” I said through a
breathy laugh.
“For a minute there I thought she was gunna tear your head
off mate!” We both laughed and jogged up to my father.
“Da, we were told to come help you move some of this inside
before you break somethin’.” My father looked up from the pile of wood he was
lifting and grinned.
“Well then, don’t just stand there. Grab some shite and
start haulin’!” I grabbed a small stack and Elijah grabbed a bit more off of my
father and the three of us trudged back across the field.
When we
got back, my mother had already set out supper for us. Without washing up like
she had asked, Elijah and I threw ourselves down into our chairs. One of my
little sisters gasped then jumped out of her seat and into Elijah’s lap. “Well
hello there Gracie!” Elijah smiled and patted her head. Elijah had been Grace’s
favorite person since he pulled her out of the river three years ago when she
fell in. Grace giggled and hugged his neck, the only part of him that she could
get her little arms all the way around.
“Tomorrow’s my birthday! Did you know that Lijah? I’m gunna
be six years old!” Elijah grinned and placed her back in her seat.
“Well sure I know! How could I forget the day my li’l girl
turns into a young lady?” He winked at her and he giggled, almost falling back
on her chair.
“Now stop that laughing Grace. You’ll get the hiccups again.
Now Orlando
dear… do you want to say the grace then?” I nodded and everyone around the
table clasped their hands together and closed their eyes, waiting for me to
start speaking.
“Dear Lord, thank you for this stew we’re about to eat, and
thank you for helpin’ my ma get better from her cold. But, don’t you think you
could make it rain… just a bit? Amen.” As we all started to eat, my mother
slapped my wrist.
“Not only do you not ask for things during the suppertime
grace, but you don’t go on speaking like you’ve been out and about in the
slums,” she whispered.
“Sorry ma,” I said, not really meaning it.
The
table was crowded. It wasn’t a large table to begin with, but it was always a
bit too jammed up with seven people sitting around it. My mother and father sat
at opposite ends of the table. Samantha and I sat on either side of my mother
and beside me was Elijah. Grace was stuffed between Lij and my father. Beside
Samantha was the two year old boy Thomas, who sat in a specially made chair
that allowed him to eat at the table with the rest of us. But Thomas wasn’t my
brother. Oh no, I was the only boy born to Henry and Sonia Bloom. Thomas was
the result of the biggest scandal ever in our little town. Samantha had gone
with me and some of my friends to the Hound’s Head, the tavern beside the
general store, one evening two springs ago. She had had a few too many drinks
and had ended up in bed with Dominic Monaghan, a young man who I met through
Elijah a few years back. My mother told everyone in the town that Thomas was
hers, but there was no mistaking the blonde hair starting to grow from his
little head. Neither my mother nor my father had blonde hair. People either
suspected that my mother had been sleeping about or Samantha wasn’t the little
girl she pretended to be. Samantha was two years older than me, and at
nineteen, she was well into womanhood. Most people thought that she had had
Thomas, but there were the few who actually thought that a good Christian woman
like my mother would go back on her wedding vows. It made me sick for the good
part of a year when I heard the rumors.
We had
just started digging into our supper when Grace piped up. “I found a rabbit
today! I caught it with my own hands and gave it to ma. She cut its head off
and put it in the stew!” Elijah nearly choked on the mouthful of water he was
drinking while he tried to hold back his laughter and I snickered behind my
hand. “Well it’s true, ain’t it ma?” My mother nodded, trying to overlook my
little sister’s use of the word ain’t. My mother was always saying that Grace
spent too much time around Elijah and me, and I could see us wearing off on
her. “It was sad though, wasn’t it ma? I was a cute li’l thing… all furry and
soft. But it was nippin’ at the carrots it was. So I just scooped it up and
plopped it in the wash basin while ma was doing laundry.” At that, Elijah and I
couldn’t hold back our laughter and I sent a spray of water into Samantha’s
face. She was not amused, to say the least. With an over-exaggerated sob, she
stood and ran out of the kitchen, into the small bedroom that she shared with
the babies and our parents. My mother looked stricken and she dashed off after
her. My father coughed and tried to hide a smile.
“Orlando,
maybe it’d be best if you and Elijah took Gracie and went to sleep. We’ve got a
long day tomorrow, and there’ll be no sleepin’ in for you two.”
“But da, Lij and I were goin’ to go down to the Hound’s Head
for a pint or two! We won’t be too long!” I protested, Elijah nodding hopefully
at my side.
“I can put myself to sleep da!” Grace said enthusiastically.
“Don’t forget about my birthday tomorrow!” she said as Elijah hugged her
goodnight.
“I won’t be forgettin’ li’l miss… as long as you are gettin’
to bed on time,” he teased. Grace skipped over to me and I kissed her nose.
“Sweet dreams lovey,” I whispered in her ear.
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered back, playing with the dark
curls above my eye. As she scampered off to the room she shared with me and
Elijah (as he spent most nights at our house) I smiled. It was our nightly
routine, usually when she was curled up against me, cuddling the doll she had
made from an old sock, some straw, and a leftover piece of kindling. I would
always whisper to her until she fell asleep. I had done this since she was able
to walk and she refused to go to sleep unless I did.
“Well then, come on mate. Ale to drink, ladies to fondle…”
Before Elijah could say anything else, my father had pushed us both from our
chairs and out the door.
“Now off with you then, before you start causin’ trouble
about here!” he hollered after us with a smile on his worn face.
We headed off down the road,
kicking at the dry dirt and dead leaves that had fallen in the way of our
boots. “Well mate, this is it. Jus’ you an’ me an’ the open road, nothin’
getting in our way.” I smiled faintly at Elijah’s words. “I don’t reckon
nothin’ can get between us, eh? Nope, not a thing.” He slung an arm around my
shoulders. “But you know what? I think we forgot our jackets back at your
house, eh? Not a real smart thing to do. HA!” Elijah let go of me as a carriage
began to thunder down the road behind us. “Give me jus’ a minute with these
blokes and I’ll have us a free ride into town, I’ll bet.” As the carriage came
to a stop in front of us, I froze. Looking up into the uncovered wagon, I saw
the same man that I had seen earlier that day, looking back down at me. “Well
hello there mate. You think you could give us a ride into town? Seems an awful
long way to be walkin’.” Elijah’s voice broke through my clouded mind. I
blinked and took my gaze away from the man. I knew I was blushing. I could feel
the heat in my cheeks and it scared me. I had no idea what I was thinking… he was
a man after all. And me being a good Christian man too, well, let’s just say
that men didn’t do those things.
“Sure,” was all he said. Elijah grinned and hopped up onto
the bench beside the man and offered me a hand to pull me up. I took it and
settled myself as far to the edge of the seat as possible.
“I don’t recall ever seein’ you about mate. You new in
town?” Elijah, as always, was intruding in another person’s business. God only
knows how many free rides he’d lost us because of his mouth. But when I looked
up, expecting the man to be angry or surprised by Elijah’s lack of restraint, I
was shocked to see that he just smiled gently. My heart fluttered.
“Yes I am. Just came up from down south. Name’s Viggo.”
“I’m Elijah, and that’s Orlando. He ain’t talkin’ much, but once we
get a few pints in him, he’ll be good as new, won’t you be Orli?” I just
nodded, staring at the horses and the lights from the town that were slowly
getting larger and larger. “But you’re from down south eh? My ma was from down
south. Canterbury
area I think. Where abouts you from down south anyways?”
“A lot further south than Canterbury, that’s for sure,” I heard him
mumble, his raspy voice sending shivers down my back even though it was still
hot out.
“Say, why don’t you come down to the Hound’s Head with us
then, eh mate?” Viggo looked to the left and shook his head.
“Nah, but thanks. I’ve gotta be getting home. You two can
walk from here though? You’ll be okay? We’re only a couple minutes from town.”
Elijah nodded.
“Thanks for the lift mate. See you ‘round.” Viggo nodded.
“Yeah, see you ‘round…” I said softly and hopped off the
carriage as smoothly as I could manage. Viggo made a clicking sound and the
horses turned up a small road that wound its way up to the house and stable
that I had seen Viggo in that morning. It was a nice house. Not too fancy, like
where the governor stayed when he came to visit the town, but it was nicer than
a lot of the houses the people I knew owned. Putting Viggo to the back of my
mind, I started into town, Elijah walking behind me, singing some strange song
I had never heard before.
When we
opened the door to the tavern, the noise hit me like a hammer, ringing in my
ears. But it wasn’t unwelcome… far from it. I marched myself up to the counter
and ordered up a pint when I felt three pairs of arms hugging me at once. I
turned around and laughed, swatting each of the three men on the head. “Get off
me, you bunch of bloody shites!” The three of them laughed and sat down at the
bar next to me. Elijah yelled for a pint and leaned over to inspect mine.
“Leave it alone, Lij. You ain’t gettin’ mine,” I said, taking a long drink to
prove my point.
“Fine, I’ll just steal Dom’s while I’m waitin’!” He reached
over to grab the drink of the man on the other side of me but Dominic smacked
his hand away. Next to Dominic, another man, just a year older than me, was
laughing hysterically. “Oi, sod off Billy! I can jus’ as easily get over there
and steal yours!” Billy stopped laughing and wrapped a protective hand around
his mug. The four of us sat there, ordering pint after pint, slowly getting
more and more drunk, and having a few laughs.
“Well lads, I think I’m done for the evenin’. Lijah, you’re
comin’ with me or else I’ll get a lashin’ from me ma.” I grabbed Elijah about the
neck and hauled him off of the stool and bumped directly into another person.
“Oi! Watch where you’re goin’ you lump o’ chicken shite!” I growled.
“Oh Orli! Don’t be like that!” I
flinched at the all too familiar voice. “But you’re drunk, that’s easy enough
to be tellin’. Now come on, and I’ll get you home. Elijah,
you too!”
“Katie, go away!” I moaned, trying to get passed her.
“Oh no you don’t! You’re going
straight home and I’m gunna make sure you do!”
“You live right down the road and my da ain’t gunna take you
home if you make it all the way up to my house! Now leave me be!” I reasoned.
“Shove off Kate!” Billy echoed, pushing me and Elijah passed
her and out the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then Orli? Okay then! Tomorrow! Good
night!” I sighed, thankful that she was gone. My head was already starting to
hurt and I wanted nothing more than to get home and sleep.
“Come along then lads. We’ll get you home.” Billy and
Dominic walked us to the edge of the main road and let Elijah and I make the
hour long trek up the creek-side road to my house.
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