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funny things to her – gave her feelings she’d never had before. She never thought leaning against a man, holding on to him would make her body act funny, feel so funny.
     

Especially considering the fact that he was a white man – she thought she despised them – all of them.
    “That better?” He asked.
    “Hush up – doin’ it ain’ I?” She grumbled, hating giving in and hating also the feelings working her innards. She could feel him chuckling, hear it as well. With her face burning she leaned further against him, saying up towards his head, “Nothin’ funny, you hear? Soon as they gone, I’mo be done wit’you. I tol’you I’on like no man – don’ like bein’ this close to one, gimme the willies – don’ like it.”
    He exhaled and remained silent, smiling.
    “You got nothin’ t’say?” She asked as if daring him to say something more, to chuckle.
    “Nope.”
    “Good – don’ wan’ you sayin’ nothin’ neither. Don’ want you getting’ no ideas, thankin’ this gone change me, it ain’t – jus’ so you know.”
    Broc nodded his head, “So you say.”
    “Good – an’ how long where they goin’ i’s gone take t’get there?” She asked, feeling fidgety – nervous – unsettled.
    “We should get there before dawn.”
    “Good – ‘cause – you hot – why you hot? Makin’ me feel all warm – I’on like feelin’ this warm.” She whispered, getting more and more shaken up by the experience.
    “Hmmm, feels like a cool night t’me – you aught’ah be glad for the heat. Bein' that you wet – a bit smelly, why is that?”
    “I get down if you want.” She threatened.
    “I ask you to get down?” He returned.
    “Jus' say and I will.”
    “Landsakes Asiza, I just said you wet and smelly, why - is all I ask. Can'yah just answer that?”
    “No sa' I can't! I'm free white man! You can't make this here nigga say nothin' I'on wanna say! You make me get on wit' you. I ain't want to – so, wet and smelly – what you get.”
    Broc shook his head, wondering if he might have lost his mind – but nothing in his thinking stirred him towards the alternative.
    As for Asiza, she was starting to shiver a bit, like he said, it was getting cooler at night. She had been a bit chilled once the fighting was done.
     

Her hair was wet, the skimpy bits of clothing she wore – wet. Her skin, dewy, moist and covered in chill bumps.
    His body heat was welcoming. Asiza knew she was in a better place while pressed against the back of his body.
    Truth be told, it did feel good to be up against him – to warm her, she was in heaven - she just didn’t want him knowing it.
    “I be glad when I go my own way – you go yours.” She fussed softly – snuggling closer, more comfortably. The cool night breeze against her chilled skin had her shivering more as they rode. She gripped him tighter, tried to move closer.
    They rode for a while more, all was quiet when he said soft and low, “We goin’ north Asiza – we turn them over – then you and I – headin’ north, where you’ah be safe and free.”
    She was surprised that she'd been dozing off when his softly spoken words reached her hearing. It took her a moment to make sense of them. Another quiet moment passed with her considering his words, “I ain’ decide yet where I’m goin’ – wanna fin’ my mama.”
    “Your mama’s gone Asiza… it’s just you and me now, you got me – we be all right.”
    “Tol’ you, don’ want you. You 'bout one hard-headed man – I mean what I say.”
    He patted her small hand that clasped the other over his midriff. “You’ah get use to the idea soon enough, I can wait.”
    Asiza exhaled, tired of telling him what was going to be and what was not. She didn’t want to, but she laid the side of her head against his back. Since he was riding, leading – she’d take advantage of this peace and quiet to rest – just this once. She would never admit it in a hundred years, but it felt good to