He Said What!

The old chattering woman sat on my step cause she like to gossip and told me what had happened at the fires.. Chit.. thats not what we said.. not even close.. How could Sef have gotten everything so twisted.. Well.. Ayg is already pissed at me for something.. might as well at one more thing to the list.. And Fonce.. my friend.. will probably never speak to me again.. I am gonna hit Sef with a pot next time I see him..

We were just saying we say her coming from that way and were gonna wager on whether she liked him or not.. How did he get she was in his wagons from that.. Men.. worse than woman..

I have enough worries in my young life without this.. From this day forward.. I am keeping a very low under the wagon profile.. No speaking no thinking.. no doing.. I don't like what I have seen.. And what surprised me the most is that they would strip a Commander of his command over this? There is something just not right..

It seems that some prospects are given special treatment.. When I first came.. every night question after question. task after task.. No one spoke my name.. I was prospect.. I was starting to think that was my new name.. but some.. some are treated much differently... is it because of whom they have chased down and netted? Or tried to... Makes no sense to me.. Tribe about all.. except for a simple few?

This has my mind so full of more questions... that I know will go unasnwered because they will never be asked.. The harriga is a large place.. and since I work from sunup to sun down.. and mostly sleep and eat.. I do not have time for the games going on at the fires.. nor do I wish to be a part of it.. They play games in the cities I heard.. I never though we did it on the plains.. a sad state of affairs.