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Author: Lauri
Title: Brothers
Prompts: Vanilla 14 - around a campfire, Red Hot Cinnamon 7 - Over an open flame, and Butter Pecan 9 - bitter.
Rating: PG-13 mostly safe but with a few mild profanities and inferred adult situations
Story: War Story
Notes: Last time we met Ransome, now you'll meet Innes, and his brother Jameson.
Word Count: 647


Innes placed the skinned rabbit into the stew pot hanging over the fire.  He didn't expect his brother Jameson until closer to dark, so he was trying to time the dinner for his arrival.  Unfortunately that was Jameson's strong point not his.  He idly wondered why their mother decided it was fair to teach one of them and not the other.  That was his mistake.

That one little thought brought a torrent of images to his mind.  Momma standing over a fire.  Kitty her brown hair flying behind her as she ran with Jefferson toward the fields.  Emma bent over her needlework while Momma sat tea down beside her.  Pa holding Momma's hand when no one could see.  The three of them, Innes, Jameson, and Pa, coming home and finding the front door to the main house torn off it's hinges.  Seeing Momma, Kitty, and Emma dead and violated on the floor lying in pools of blood.  Finding Jefferson hanging on to life just long enough to tell us about the loyalist troops that did it.  Pa dying the next day, doctor said of heart problems.  Innes knew better, the man's heart broke.  Selling off the land, splitting it with Jameson, and heading off to war.  Fighting agin men who supposedly were fighting for things you believed in while the men you were bleeding with would spit at you back in camp.  Loosing the war and surrendering to the same tan coats that destroyed your life five years earlier.

The snap of a twig pulled him out of his thoughts, his knife was halfway out of his scabbard when he heard, "Innes?  Is that you?"
"Jameson," a sigh of relief and his knife slid easily back into it's sheath.  "Get yourself over here, there's stew cookin'."
"Did you manage not to burn it?" Jameson asked as he came into view, he flashed a small white smile then crossed over to the pot to check.
"Aww who knows.  You know I'm not good at that sort of thing.  But I just put the rabbit in a while ago."  As soon as he said it though he realized that it was much darker than he thought.  He must have spent more time lost in memories than he thought.  "Or maybe not, I seem to have lost track of an hour or so."

Jameson looked at him and nodded, he scooped some stew into tin bowls and passed one to his brother.  He took a moment to look long into the blue eyes before he asked, "Innes are you sure?  Once we cross that river, it will be ages before we come back, if ever.  Are you sure you don't want to go visit one last time?"
"Jameson, I don't need to see the stones.  I keep their graves with me constantly.  There hasn't been one day that's passed in the last five years that I haven't visited them.  Going back won't do them or me any good.  I've gotta go forward."
"Well, if you're sure."
"I'm sure.  But are you sure?  You could stay here, those loyalist dogs wouldn't have nothing 'gin you.  Hell they fought that whole damn war for you."
Jameson snorted a large loud snort they could probably hear for five miles.  "They didn't fight nothing for ME, they don't even know me.  They fought the damn war to make people like you, pay people like me.  Nah, I'll go with you.  Ain't nothin' more here for me than you.  We'll do like we said, take what's left of the money we got and get some new land out there where we can start over."

Jameson held out his large dark hand over the flame; Innes like he had many times before grasped it with his own ruddy white one.  A handshake and it was settled.  By blood and again by fire, they were bound together, brothers.

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ichthusfish
Jul. 9th, 2012 10:09 am (UTC)
So these two fought on the opposite side to Ransome? Will be interesting to see where their different paths are heading now. Also very curious about Innes, because Jameson makes it sound like there is some thing special or important about him at the end there. Hope their rabbit stew was edible :) Nicely done :)
lauriempress
Jul. 9th, 2012 11:07 am (UTC)
Thank you.

Yes, they fought on the opposite side from Ransome. The stew was edible enough. :D I'm trying to see what Jameson said that makes Innes sound special or important. That wasn't what I was aiming for, although Jameson does think Innes is special. Could you point it out to me? It might need editing.
ichthusfish
Jul. 10th, 2012 02:40 am (UTC)
Ah... having read through again, I think I'm following it better now :)

I originally took the conversation: "Hell they fought that whole damn war for you." "They fought the damn war to make people like you, pay people like me." to mean that one of them had some kind of special ability or skill that was valuable or useful in some way (so Jameson, actually, rather than Innes; I must have lost track of who was talking). I think I miss-associated the word 'pay' in relation to everything else.
lauriempress
Jul. 10th, 2012 09:08 am (UTC)
*nods* I can see that. It's cool. But yeah, Innes was just saying that as a black man, Jameson would probably be treated well by people currently in charge of their home. Jameson though has a much longer view of things, and knows that racism exists on all sides, and would rather stick with the brother who has always stuck with him.
niee87
Jul. 9th, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
Hm, they're brothers but different skin colors. Very interesting! I'm curious how that works but more curious like Ichthus about how their path and Ransom's will cross. Nicely done :)
lauriempress
Jul. 9th, 2012 07:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you. And you should see fairly soon how their paths will cross. :D
smoothiegarten
Jul. 10th, 2012 01:15 am (UTC)
Innes and Jameson are really intriguing characters and it's interesting to see the opposite side. I like how you're reminding us that there isn't always a "right" side in war, and that it's pretty horrible for everyone.
lauriempress
Jul. 10th, 2012 09:15 am (UTC)
I'm glad you're intrigued! And yeah "war is all hell," as the quotation goes, and I thought it helped explain why he went to war in the first place.
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