<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Marguerite_Tuerny02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/>She gratefully slid off the horse.  She'd be fine if she had just a few minutes to clench and tense and generally settle her pelvis back into place.  She was always quick to recover and she's discovered some techniques on her own, learned others from sister-wives and other women she'd met over the last few years.  These techniques seemed to work to help tighten and recover after... after.  She'd be fine after a bit, but it was a relief to get off that horse!<br/><br/>She was halfway to the ground when what he said hit her.<strong>"My husband?!"</strong>She exclaimed.  It wasn't possible!  Her face registered her initial shock, flowing quickly flowing into a puzzled frown.  The Breed was in prison, serving a life sentence in Deseret for killing that deputy that laid hands on her when they tried to arrest him.  But he knew she was heading to Gomorra when she met him, and he'd come for her if he could.  She was sure of it.  He was free!  And here!  But how?<strong>"He's here?"</strong>She asked, overwhelmed and bewildered.<strong>"I mean, he's in Gomorra?  When?  How?"</strong>Her questions mirroring her whirling thoughts.<strong>"How... how does he look?  Is he well?"</strong>He'd been in bad shape the last time she saw him, beaten during his arrest, then flogged half to death for the crime of impregnating a white woman.  Her puzzled expression softening first into a warm smile before gradually lightening into a radiant grin of pure joy.  He was free!  And here!  Here!! She could hardly believe it.<br/><br/>The blood on her fingers pulled her back to reality.<strong>"Let me see that wound."</strong>She instructed, already undoing his shirt, trying hard to focus on the moment and not think about...  He was free, and here!  She hummed a merry musical tune as she worked, and her smile only grew brighter.  What would people think, her married to a black man?  Would there be a repeat of what happened back in Deseret?  The thought put a damper on her joy, to be sure.  But she was just so very happy that even that dark possibility was unable to contain her excitement.<br/><br/>It was hard to focus on her task, she was no doctor, or even very accomplished at nursing.  She did know her way around a body though, wasn't squeamish in the slightly, and she could dress a wound.  She tsked and fussed for a bit, but decided that he'd live, if he hadn't lost too much blood.<strong>"You'll be fine."</strong>She decided after tightening a bandage she made by ripping off the long tails of her tunic.<strong>"You just need rest, and water."</strong>She had wanted to bring water, but none of her tent-fellows had a canteen, and she couldn't bring herself to steal one from another tent, and a bucket simply wasn't practical, so she'd left camp with nothing but her small poke and the clothes on her back.