<div style="text-align: center">《 Jeb &amp; Josh 》<br/>
<i>Along the riverbank, heading south</i><br/>
With: Tobias <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--right js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/josh-camo-jpg.125964/" title="Josh camo.jpg">
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</div>"Rude," Josh said as his hand was shoved away. He wiped the palm across his jeans. "Just tryin' to keep you from hollering and bring more dead out," he defended himself, though his tone of voice was more of an apology than scolding. <br/>
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He was a short man, maybe 5'-9" at the most, and solidly built. It meant he had to stretch a little when he palmed Tobias' mouth, and when his hand was shoved away, he rolled his shoulder to stretch out the ache from the simple movement. Rubbing at his shoulder, he turned his dirt-smeared face (that's camouflage, y'all) up to peer in the darkness at the man he had just accosted. His lips worked together as he figured out the best response to his accusation – if they knew where the yeller was then that meant Tobias thought they'd woman-napped her. Finally his bearded jaw relaxed and he smiled.​</div><br/>"I figure she's yonder," he waved vaguely with his offended arm in the direction they had left the other brothers. "What do you think, Jeb?"<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/jeb-camo-jpg.125965/" title="Jeb Camo.jpg">
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</div>In the long forest shadows cast by the moon a figure stirred, then stepped forward. The taller man nodded. "Hmm, I see you found the pack," he mentioned. Then to his companion he said, "Let's drop this one off with his woman and get on home."<br/><br/>Jeb started to walk, then turned back towards Tobias. "Oh – we, uh…someone got to two of your fishermen," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "We had to put them down. Sorry about that."