Jenny: Cattle Herd

"They stiffed you well for that," said Jason. "Generally a man pays his own way in that line of business by virtue of his skill." He shrugged. "But I suppose you weren't really looking to head back if you were trying to find Domitia. Still," he smiled in a friendly way, "next time, make a battleplan. Line up someone to look after your herd before you go jaunting across the hollow shell of the Empire looking for your lass. As it is, you don't have much of a hearth to take her home to just now, unless she doesn't mind a herder's boothie up in the hills where we keep our cattle."

He picked up his surgeon's kit from the table and slipped the strap over one shoulder.