Sharpe's Gold

'You shouldn't have done that.

'Why not? He pushed the sword back into the scabbard.

She pouted. 'He was rich and generous.

He laughed, opened his new ammunition pouch, the black leather still stiff, and threw the thick gold coins on to the patterned tiles.

'Richard! What is it?

'Gold, you fool. The convoy could take another month for all he cared. He tossed more coins, thick as butter. 'Josefina's gold, your gold, our gold, my gold. He laughed again, pulled her towards him. 'Sharpe's gold.