"As much as I hate to say it, that ain't entirely true, Wilson."
And she does hate to say it. Hate to voice, raise it again, after she'd tried so hard in their other meeting to direct people away from thinking of the weapons as weapons.
But she'd listened to Mr Odair. Felt sick. And later, later she'll run all what he said, and how he said it, through her head and feel sick, she knows it.
Kate Kelly isn't a stranger to violence, though, or murderous intent. And she's not a stranger to trying to dilute it, dissipate it.
"To explain about the ruins... Miss Jo and Captain Jones found some ruined buildings were there'd been nought but plants before. Nothin' there, 'cept crates. Five crates, marked with the five colours. Or the five colours we had then, until Mr Barton and... our redheaded companion from the woods showed up in white."
At least, she thinks the young woman is wearing white.
"Inside the crates were weapons. Various sorts, but no guns or anythin' modern like. And mostly they were used or broken.
But," and here Kate lifts her chin, "we didn't fight over them. A heated argument about what to do with them, yes. But that's discussion. No blows, nothin' got used. We agreed to store 'em in a communal creche, so everyone who needs 'em for huntin' or gettin' firewood, they got access."
Unpsoken: and no one is hoarding anything except the knives.
Very much unspoken: but the knives-lust you people have is still bloody creepy.
"Even if that's what they want, we don't have to play. 'Sides which, as I said, the spring miraculously turnin' up just as we need it, made us all work together."
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And she does hate to say it. Hate to voice, raise it again, after she'd tried so hard in their other meeting to direct people away from thinking of the weapons as weapons.
But she'd listened to Mr Odair. Felt sick. And later, later she'll run all what he said, and how he said it, through her head and feel sick, she knows it.
Kate Kelly isn't a stranger to violence, though, or murderous intent. And she's not a stranger to trying to dilute it, dissipate it.
"To explain about the ruins... Miss Jo and Captain Jones found some ruined buildings were there'd been nought but plants before. Nothin' there, 'cept crates. Five crates, marked with the five colours. Or the five colours we had then, until Mr Barton and... our redheaded companion from the woods showed up in white."
At least, she thinks the young woman is wearing white.
"Inside the crates were weapons. Various sorts, but no guns or anythin' modern like. And mostly they were used or broken.
But," and here Kate lifts her chin, "we didn't fight over them. A heated argument about what to do with them, yes. But that's discussion. No blows, nothin' got used. We agreed to store 'em in a communal creche, so everyone who needs 'em for huntin' or gettin' firewood, they got access."
Unpsoken: and no one is hoarding anything except the knives.
Very much unspoken: but the knives-lust you people have is still bloody creepy.
"Even if that's what they want, we don't have to play. 'Sides which, as I said, the spring miraculously turnin' up just as we need it, made us all work together."