Vikings of Asgard Chapter 21 White Eddy’s Town

Bob watches the New Baron make his first move

Viking of Asgard Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Thunder rattled the walls of the longhouse, startling Bob awake. The clock said he still had two hours until White Eddy started. Bob hadn’t planned on a storm and doubted White Eddy was ready for one, either.

His getting up, unlike the thunder, woke Bree and Magic, both of whom napped on the floor next to his bed.

He sighed; black eyes showed the two had been fighting again. Damn, he was going to have to give up Magic. Her massages were not worth the trouble she continued to cause. Maybe he should have kept one of those college sluts for himself. Or better yet, bring up that cute brown Aztec slut the Red Baron sent him.

The same cheery guard as before greeted him as he opened the door. “Sounds like a bad storm.”

Bob grunted. Thunder again rattled the building. “See that someone finds me a rain poncho for when I need to head to the Gorgon.”

The guard’s voice, still annoyingly cheerful, said, “Taken care of. The captain has put two cases of them by the front door.”

Coming down the steep stairs it looked like everyone, including all the new slaves, packed the common room. That there was still room for more testified to how small his barony still was. He needed a way of safely expanding it quickly. Thankfully, no one jumped to their feet, possibly because he was down before anyone noticed him.

First things first. He crossed the room, took his seat, and addressed the people seated there. “William, take some people and start emptying the tent on the landing field with the least amount of stuff in it. Jimmy, go tell White Eddy that he may put the people he is fetching in one of our tents until the rain passes. Captain Rice, if you would, place a few of those military heaters in that tent and get them lit.”

William snorted. “Why the push to take care of those niggers?”

Bob sighed; he didn’t need another Curly. “Goodwill, for one. Right now, we have no close friends here, and maybe some enemies. He is a beach baron like us. He and his people know more about the ocean than we do. We might need his goodwill later.”

Only Jimmy left as the other two delegated the task to people, and William signaled a serving girl to bring Bob his dinner. The rich aroma of roasted ostrich reminded him just how hungry he was, and the conversation at the table dropped while he ate.

As he was finishing dinner, a sopping wet Jimmy returned. “He is getting bobcats like you did. Some of the stuff he is planning to get needs to be out of the rain until he gets his own tents up. He wants to know how much to rent a second tent from us?”

Bob glanced over to Captain Rice, who said, “I can have another up before he needs it, even in the rain, but it’s going to be muddy inside.”

Nodding, he asked, “Here, or there?”

“Either place.”

He returned his attention to Jimmy. “Tell him, two barrels of diesel, and we deliver and set one up on his place. And tell him that the floor will be mud.” Eyes shifting to his other tablemate, he said, “You see, William, it is already paying off. Our bobcats are useless for close to two weeks because we are out of fuel. This gives them back to us.”