Resting quietly by the sea shore Templeton reviewed his journal.
"Why don't you put that thing away and give us a tune." Honry said. Templeton felt the heat of the glowing stick that few past his ear. This was followed up by men's laughter.
" I'm afraid I don't work that way." Templeton said rubbing his ear.
Honry walked across to him in three giant steps and stood over him. "Too good for the rest of us blokes huh? Well out in the Bivouac there isn't any higher-ups other than the Sergent and he's a busy man. I suggest you make real good with the blokes over there." He said nodding to the other men across the fire.
" You may be depending on them one day soon and nobody likes someone whose stuck up."
"I'll be over momentarily, Templeton said. Scratching away with his quill.
Honry kicked Templeton's ink bottle on his paper. There was the sound of more laughter.
Templeton pulled back quickly bowing the paper to keep it from spilling onto his blanket.
"Enough Honry, he isn't interested." The Sergent said. If you have that much time on your hands you can see to watering the horses. Honry paused over Templeton.
"Go on." Honry smiled cruelly looking at Templeton. "Your saved this time Ami." Reaching out he pinched Templeton who clenched his teeth. Honry released him and sauntered off.
Templeton rubbed his arm and looked at the men around the fire. " Hey Ami, you play cards?" One of them asked. He was an older fellow with a scar across his left cheek that made it sag sadly on his face.
Templeton continued to rub his arm, it still smarted. He lifted his arm and looked on a reddening bruise . He rolled his sleeve down.
"I've been known to play around or two."