The Way of Jayne, Part 5
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Not NC17 yet, but slowly, surely will be. I owe Piffle a huge debt of gratitude for being beta on the angsty Jayne and his twin, Timmie, part. Piffster, you're the best! Also my sweet engineangel in the chatroom who is my walking, talking, typing billboard o' Fame. :0)
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CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3359 RATING: 9.0 (PG) SERIES: FIREFLY
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The Way of Jayne, Part 5
After breakfast Wood and his new employee went to work. Jayne was a quick study, taking to the care and use of branding irons like he’d been born to working cattle instead of farming. He learned from Wood the right amount of time to heat the brand, turning it in the scalding wood coals to get it uniformly red hot. He showed a natural talent for dealing well with animals, talking softly to one and all, leading each smoothly into the head restraint device, locking it down, applying the hiss and burn of branding perfectly atop the original marking. Before nightfall, half of the adult cattle had been permanently marked to show they belonged to Wood Harbinger by way of his weird cross/double-cross brand.
“Wood? What kinda mark is this? I think I saw it in Luck’s?,” asked the man’s assistant. Pleased with Jayne’s progress and in the mood to speak rather than ignore him as a result, he replied, “Inga called it a Swastika cross. An old, old symbol from Earth That Was days, stood for representin’ a Alliance group ‘at called itself the Third Rye.” He spit on the ground and farted mightily, the only way he seemed to ever do it.
“Alliance was busy on Earth That Was all that time ago?,” Jayne persisted, fascinated.
“Hell, Bob, I don’t know much about history, no kinda history but my own,” he evinced, wiping his mouth with the back of a none-to-clean hand. “Inga told me ‘bout the cross and where it come from, pointed it out on that eagle thang I sold at the gen’ral store ta get supplies for today’s work. Gave me a lil history lesson when she gave me the eagle to hold, she was so proud of it. Said the Third Rye was a…aw, hell,” he stopped and scratched his head as if that would bring the words forward.
Brilliance abounds!
Two thumbs up!
;P
GET TO THE SEX ALREADY!
But I was able to copy and paste this:
“Don’t talk then, you idjit. Too dumb to know what’s right in the world, flush with coin alright, but light on brains. Light on love for your family too, when it comes down to it.”
That just said what I spent paragraphs rambling on about...LOL And also It was a wow moment when he told timmie to his face that he was weak. :( AWW... *cue heartfelt moment*
I didnt do anything,..YOU DID IT ALL! I love it! 10! 10! 10!
Sorry I'm late on this.
'Nother good chapter. I love Timmie. It's like she's Jayne's Jimminy Cricket.
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ps. wood calls jayne by his real name at the start. just lettin' you know.
Thought he told him his name was Bob.
Naughty Zute's Hot Box? I can only imagine what lies in store for Jayne.
An old, old symbol from Earth That Was days, stood for representin’ a Alliance group ‘at called itself the Third Rye.” He spit on the ground and farted mightily, the only way he seemed to ever do it. *laughing really hard..this guy is a real piece of go sa*
Typhoid-Wood and Jayne *how descriptive, my vision of Wood continues to degenerate*
The man put two fingers along one side of his red beetled nose, snorted a wad of mottled snot out onto the finely woven carpet beneath the settee *and degenreate*
This is great, and since I forgot to tell you in my review of part 4, I'll tell you here. My grandfather was a cattleman, and I grew up spending summers in my 11 -16 years herding cattle up from the river bottom on horseback, branding them, medicating them, and loading them up for market. You did such a great job of capturing the sounds, and movements. I really miss those days!
On to Part 6....
Sometimes its just better to leave questions unasked. His family should have done that and just accepted his help.
I like how you're building the young Jayne into the man we were introduced to in the series.
And now he's going to - further his education in Naughty Zute’s Hot Box. Well, I must say I'm quite eager to see how well he learns.
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