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PETER O'KEEFE || RIFLEMAN
Location: Campsite
Location: Campsite
Angelica awoke at last. Peter hadn't realized he'd been waiting with bated breath until she spoke, and he exhaled slowly. The relief he felt was brief and bittersweet. As she mentioned burying the bodies, his eyes grew distant, and glanced away, his jaw tensed. It would be his second stint digging graves by the campsite.
"Aye, miss. We'll be back soon as we're able," He finally responded with a tight nod. The young woman's eyes had fluttered closed once more. Inwardly, his thoughts drifted beyond Miss Warren.
Bad things come in threes. He remembered the saying well and believed in it whole-heartedly, religiously, even. Roland had been the first. The ravaged campsite the second. The third…Here? There? Back in Ireland? Was it still yet to come, or had wickedness been exacted on his beloved already?
He thought abruptly of Roland's unmarked grave. He could not remember where he'd buried the man, and it bothered him. Where had his mind gone?
The unforgiving heat of Siam pressed against him on all sides as he walked, Alex close on his heels. In the foreground, he spied the cowardly Mr. Ellis and he suppressed the urge to give him a good tongue lashing. He roughly brushed past Finley in the wake of his weak apology.
"We'll discuss this later," He cut in sharply after Alex spoke. He was too keyed up to respond to either of them properly.
The edge of camp came sharply into focus. Peter spotted the doctor by his tent and wasted no time in hustling it over there, launching into an explanation the moment he came upon the man.
"Sir, she's fainted. Girl's awake now, but she still seems a tad woozy."
He remembered what the guide had said earlier and added, "She didn't hit her head, thank the lord. Miss Alex caught her before she hit the ground...though you ought to check her over still, see what's what. Help me settle her-"
With a slight grunt, Peter placed the young woman in one of Dr. Bertrum's chairs, leaning her up against the wooden splat. He took a hard stance against the chair's side, in case the chair shifted in position as she sat.
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