27 - Josiah and the Overprotective Friend

                                    

                                          
Returning Sean back to camp whilst he was injured and being irritating was the last thing Natasha needed. She had beckoned Ms Grimshaw to come take a look at his wound, nothing serious thank the Lord but it'll only give him an excuse to drink progressively throughout the rest of the day.
Wanting to freshen up, having mud and blood littering her clothes, she headed into her tent, closed the canvas behind her before swapping her clothes. She was grateful to see a fresh pile of clean clothes on her bed, one of the girls having washed them for her and slipped on her black and white checkered shirt, rolling up the sleeves as per usual. She swapped her undergarments also seeing as they were there ready to be worn and slipped on a pair of dark blue jeans this time, changing it up from wearing her black ones usually. Sliding her boots back on, she brushed her hair and tied it up into a bun, similar to how Ms Grimshaw has it.
She stepped back out of her tent, walking over to a barrel of water, splashing her face a few times to rid the grime that was wanting to seep into her pores before heading over to Kieran, seeing him sat by the scout campfire in his own little world.
"How you doin', kid?" She caught his attention, walking up the slighting slanted hill, taking a seat on one of the stools next to him. She rubbed her hands together and rested them over the ambers of the fire, warming up her fingertips as it neared nightfall. 
Kieran looked over to Natasha, appreciative that she had come and took time off her busy schedule to come and speak to him.
"I'm good, how about you? I saw Sean looking quite stressed." Kieran had observed making small-talk with Natasha, one of them members of camp he found himself being close with.
Natasha looked over to where Sean was by glancing over her shoulder, seeing him sat on a chair, a pout on his face whilst Susan placed a damp cloth on his now bare shoulder, scraping up all the blood before stitching it back up. "Yep, we just got shot up by the Grays in Rhodes... they caught on fairly quickly to what the boys had been up to." Natasha rolled her eyes, never seeing anything positive happening to the camp recently.
Kieran just sighed and lit a cigarette, offering one out to Natasha who shook her head and eating some assorted biscuits instead. They chatted some more, Kieran laughing at a joke she had said or Natasha laughing at how flustered he got at the mention of sweetheart Mary-Beth. 
Natasha's name was then called a voice she hadn't heard in a long while, but her smile instantly grew when she spotted the very dapper Josiah Trelawny make his way over to her, one hand clasped behind his back whilst the other outstretched towards her. "Miss Fiore! How good it is to see you again." He charmed, taking her dainty hand into his own, lightly kissing the top of it as a form of greeting.
She blushed, as would anyone, and smiled up at the man. "Hello Josiah, long time no see!" She exclaimed, standing to her feet to become level with the man, allowing Kieran to get back to work around camp to earn his keep for longer.
"Indeed Natasha, indeed. Now, I don't suppose you're busy?" He had questioned, a cunning look on his beautifully pristine face.
Natasha arched her eyebrow, wondering what the conman was up to this time. She did want to rest for the rest o the day but seeing as it was Josiah and they haven't seen one another for a while AND he is always trustworthy to work with, she didn't see why she would let an opportunity like this go.
"I'm not busy, no. What do you need?" She asked, walking with him over towards the horses, preparing to mount up wherever he wanted to go.
"Have you ever robbed a stagecoach?" Josiah questioned, feeding his Appaloosa named Gwydion a carrot before they set off.
"I wouldn't be much of a member of the camp if I hadn't. Of course, I've robbed one!" She chuckled, giving him a glance before grabbing onto the horn of her saddle and pulling herself up, her feet finding their way into the stirrups.