The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

She then got a leather canteen off the side of her horse and filled it up.  I took off my glasses and face-mask and rolled up my pant legs.  I looked around and found a long stick, that I sharped to a point.  I walked knee deep in the pond and waited.  Noemi took off with a hatchet and started cutting down small trees and grabbing what sticks she could.

I stayed focused on the fish. As usual, they started to swarm around me, and it didn’t take me long before I had ten fish on the bank. I speared my last fish, I turned around and started to head in and saw Noemi on the bank, staring at the fish.  These fish were long and silver in color, with black and red tails, they don’t exist anymore though, nothing much from that time does except me.

“I’m going to eat good tonight!’ she said with excitement in her voice.  She wasted no time fileting the fish, tossing the guts back into the pond.  I walked over and started a fire up.  It was difficult to do back then, just hitting two rocks together luckily, I didn’t tire and got it going. I kept a little oil with me and covered the sticks with it and then in a matter of minutes the flames were off. Noemi went and gathered up some long sticks, making sure two of them had Ys at the end.  She then took another long stick and set it in the Y’s of the other two sticks.  She took the extra fish and hung over the long stick in the middle. I’ve seen it done before, but since I didn’t eat much, I never needed to so it, so I asked her.

“What are you doing?”

“You caught a lot of fish and I don’t want them going to waste. This will draw the moisture out so I can carry them for a while. Dried fish takes a while to get used to but it’s food.”

I nodded, humans had to do what they had to do I guess.  I watched as Noemi produced little spice bags and seasoned the fish.  She skewered them on a stick and set them on angle towards the fire.  After a few minutes a nice aroma hit my nose.  Noemi knew how to cook well for the time period.  She rotated the fish and was soon snacking on them.  She had eight sticks of fish and after four, she offered me one. I was going to refuse but she took pride in her work, so I took it.  It was delightful, the flavor, the texture, everything.  I felt it absorb into my body. It was weird how my body worked.

After a few hours, Noemi threw her clothes bag under her head and patted for me to join her.  I told her, not at the moment, she shrugged and produced a small cover made of fur.  She covered herself and was soon asleep.  I stayed up of course, the temperature dropped and I noticed Noemi shivering.  I got up and went and laid next to her, she instantly threw her arm around me an pulled me close.  It wasn’t but a few minutes later she shoved her hand down my pants. I was startled but she was sound asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her.  She went no further than that and stayed that way until the sun started rising.  When she woke up, she yanked her hand out of my pants and looked horrified, as if I put her hand there while she was sleeping.

“Gross!” she said and smiled.

“You did it!” I said and moved, slightly offended.

“Awe are you upset?”

“No,” I said but I lied, I was upset.

“You don’t lie well.”

I got up after that and walked over to Sabor, I scratched his head and patted his side, “I’m going to keep following the trail, see if we come across any more vampires,”

“Sounds great, I’m going to wash up before we hit the road,” she said, she got up and started to strip.  She was naked before I knew and ran into the pond, she stopped when the water touched her lower butt-cheeks and turned her head back and winked at me, she knew I was watching. She then dove in and swam around a little, then asked me to get into her bag and toss her the Szappan, so I tossed it too her, but I over threw just so she would have to turn around and dive for it, just so I could see her backside once more.  I probably should have washed up myself, but I didn’t feel like it. I did take extra precautions to make sure my clothes didn’t get dirty.

After she got out of the pond and got dressed, she took the spit she made and burned it, putting the fish in waxy cloth and tucking it away in her pack.  She watched as the fire burned up any evidence we were there, then she doused the fire and smeared the ashes around with her foot.  We then, got on our horses and headed back on the trail.

We rode for a few miles before she had to use the bathroom, then we continued on our way.  At some point and time on the trip, I looked over and Noemi was sleeping on her horse.  I laughed, but didn’t try to wake her.

We soon came to a place, now known as Budapest, that place was massive, there were large huts everywhere.  The place was big enough to be a town, instead of a village.  In the center of Budapest was large, mutli-story building, made of wood and mud, the width and length of two football fields. I was in awe at the building when Noemi spoke.

“It’s called a temple, much like what I had in my village, but as you can see,