Charlie stiffened as he was being called by his superior. He listened in silence, seething as he was chastised for his actions. He waited, and nodded at Sergeant Decker’s orders. "Yes, sir." While he wanted nothing more than to argue his point; that he had been assigned to Ginny’s care and the care of the farm, not anyone else, he knew he and his men were already losing this battle. Norman had made that clear the night before when they had been ordered to restore the house to the civilians; he would need to bide his time and wait for the right opportunity to share his side of what happened here. He left, down the steps and away from his Sergeant.
Ginny had not missed Jonah calling her out over his shoulder, but she had enough sense to keep her mouth closed while Charlie was still present; she didn’t want Charlie to think there would be any kind of rift between her and Jonah. Mostly for show, she had little doubt the military man wouldn’t appreciate her way of doing things. She watched Charlie stride away and didn’t utter a word until the other man was out of sight.
"As much as bed rest sounds appealing I need to continue taking care of your assets; otherwise this entire adventure was a waste for you and me." She stated simply. "Your men, Charlie’s men, have made it clear that we need to keep the perimeter safe ourselves; which doesn’t leave any give when it comes to taking care of the herd. So my farmhands and those that I employ are doing the work your men are supposed to be doing instead of the work they should be doing."
She regarded him carefully, not wanting this to start on the wrong foot. "I can’t. No, I won’t let my herd be decimated by starvation or ghouls so long as I can prevent it. If it means working while injured, then so be it. You don’t have anyone else here that can do what I do, Ser-Jonah."
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Ginny had not missed Jonah calling her out over his shoulder, but she had enough sense to keep her mouth closed while Charlie was still present; she didn’t want Charlie to think there would be any kind of rift between her and Jonah. Mostly for show, she had little doubt the military man wouldn’t appreciate her way of doing things. She watched Charlie stride away and didn’t utter a word until the other man was out of sight.
"As much as bed rest sounds appealing I need to continue taking care of your assets; otherwise this entire adventure was a waste for you and me." She stated simply. "Your men, Charlie’s men, have made it clear that we need to keep the perimeter safe ourselves; which doesn’t leave any give when it comes to taking care of the herd. So my farmhands and those that I employ are doing the work your men are supposed to be doing instead of the work they should be doing."
She regarded him carefully, not wanting this to start on the wrong foot. "I can’t. No, I won’t let my herd be decimated by starvation or ghouls so long as I can prevent it. If it means working while injured, then so be it. You don’t have anyone else here that can do what I do, Ser-Jonah."
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