Conor Dillon – Beginnings Excerpt 3
The real joy of Shamus was that being such an insignificant little man, he was never took to be of any account, a serious mistake that an enemy only made the once, not one lived long enough to make it twice.
Regarding his appearance, his hair was dark brown, almost black, greying slightly at the temples, his eyes were blue and always seemed to have a mischievous twinkle in them, his nose and mouth were quite ordinary. He had relatively good teeth, which is quite surprising when you take in to account the number of brawls he had participated in. A couple of broken teeth were the only evidence of his military exploits.
Shamus had fought as a soldier, alongside his Master, Conor’s Father throughout many long and arduous campaigns. Amongst his many attributes Shamus was an expert forager, Wherever they found themselves, at whatever time of the year, Shamus, his Master and their comrades in arms never went hungry, no matter what it took to achieve that end.
Sometimes it was the winnings from cards or dice, both at which Shamus excelled, although he was occasionally called out for cheating, no one lived to prove it. If things proved truly grim, He would eventually venture in to a nearby town and woo some rich widow or a lady whose husband was away in the wars.
His Master and comrades knew the games he was pursuing, but were quite happy to live off the proceeds, no questions asked. When his Master returned home to his farm in Ireland, It was I suppose only natural to offer Shamus the position of Foreman and General Factotum.
Shamus accepted willingly, he had done his share of fighting and thought it would be good to return to his homeland. He had a little money put by, and the offer of a decent job. The return home seemed quite a rosy prospect.
(C) Damian Grange 2018