Writing: Reorganized the entire draft of Rivers of Stone since Sunday. Finally ready to start drafting again. I'm still feeling my way into the story, though the characters seem very, very real. Progress on other goals? Glacial.
Weds snippet: Just ten paragraphs for the 10th day of September. Context: Dougal has left on the Fur Brigade Express, leaving Cat, disguised as a boy to work at the Trading Depot in Hudson's Bay. It's winter, 1842, and in this next scene, Cat gets into a fight.
"Hurry up there, Cat. Can't take all day." Jacob pushed Cat's arm as he went by, and the measure cup spilled beads out on the counter and floor.
"That's it," cried Cat. "You don't push me around."
"Knew it," said one of the voyageurs by the stove. "Knew a fight was a comin'."
"Outside, the two of you," called Mackenzie. "I'll fix the mess here. You two fix the mess between you."
Cat saw red. This was no sly polar bear, sneaking around. This was Jacob who talked to her when she most missed Dougal. Now he was her stinking enemy.
They were barely out the door when Jacob jumped her. Cat twisted to the side and sank her teeth into Jacob's wrist until he howled. With a thump, she shoved him off her and slugged his ear. A spurt of blood trickled down his neck.
The cries of the men echoed around her, taking bets. "Hit him again, the little bastard," cried Pete. "I saw what he did."
The two faced each other, and Jacob's face wrinkled into a sneer. "You can't win me. I'm bigger."
"Yeah," taunted Cat. "But not smarter."
Jacob rushed her, but Cat stuck her foot out and tripped him. When Jacob sprawled in the muddy snow, she leaped on his back and pounded his head against the ground. "Say you're sorry," she grunted. "Say you'll leave me alone."
|Trading at Hudson's Bay Company Post (Wikipedia)|
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