Smirking, Sailfish kindly averted his eyes, still holding out his hand. “You should have checked the brush before squatting,” he told her as he lifted her to her feet.
“Sorry. We had dogs at home. Snakes weren’t often a problem, and certainly not by the latrine.”
“Next time, check.”
“Next time I’ll know to.” Meli smiled her thanks, blushing.
The blood tinging her cheeks made a dusky pink when it mixed with her café au lait complexion. It was a pretty shade, he noted in passing. Much the same, rich color as the petals of the roses outside the Governor’s home.
“I have seen naked women before, little one,” he remarked casually, trying to put her at ease.
“But no man has seen me naked,” she countered, lifting her chin defiantly.
Smiling, Sailfish nodded acceptance of that remark.
“What are you cooking?” Meli’s eyes sparkled happily at the prospect of food.
“Rattlesnake,” he held up his victim. It was nearly as long as he was tall.
Shuddering, Meli squatted on the ground by the fire, warming her hands. “It is any good?”
“It is the way I fix it.”
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