Prairie's Children, Chapter 16

             Prairie's Children

 

 

 

“Young’uns,” yelled Aunt Lolus raising the blind and opening the curtains. “Time to get up.”

 

“What time is it?” asked a sleepy eyed Ruth, trying to get her eyes open as the morning sun shone though the window hitting her in the face.

 

“Land sakes, sugar. You slept all afternoon and all night. I would say at least 15 hours,” replied Aunt Lolus.

 

My, I was give out, wasn’t I?” asked Ruth, stretching her arms.

 

“Yep, shore ‘nuff was. Come on. Got you some breakfast fixed.”

 

Ruth shook Josh, who was still snoring away like a freight train. He raised up and said, “Who shot Luke?”

 

“Luke who?” asked Ruth.

 

“Luke --- oh, I must have been dreaming.”

 

“Get up and wash your face. Aunt Lolus has us breakfast ready.”

 

“Okay,” said Josh as he looked around. “Where’s the wash pan?”

 

“I think you will find it on the back porch next to the water bucket.”

 

“Good, I need to go to the outhouse anyway,” declared Josh as he sleepily stumbled into the kitchen and out the back door.

 

“Watch that…” yelled Aunt Lolus. Hearing a crash, she said, “Too late. Wanted to tell you there was a board missing in the floor.”

 

“Yeah, thanks,” replied Josh. “I think I found it.”

 

“Grant should have done fixed that, but that is okay, I guess. We all knew about it and now you do too.”

 

Seeing Josh walking back into the kitchen, Ruth asked, “Thought you had to go to the outhouse.”

 

“Don’t have to now,” replied Josh as he hurried back to their room to change clothes. “Hope our saddlebags are in there.”

 

Arriving back at the table, Josh found a seat at the table.

 

“Dig in,” said Ruth. “We already said grace and prayed for you, too.”

 

“What about?” asked Josh.

 

“Oh, the things you said when you fell through the floor.”

 

“Oh that. You heard that? Them aire words you will find in the Good Book.”

 

“Not the way you used them,” piped in Aunt Lolus, laughing.

 

Breakfast was great—particularly for a couple who had not eaten at a table for – well, no one knows how long.  Aunt Lolus had sausage and eggs, grits, buttered biscuits and honey. Josh downed three cups of the best coffee he ever tasted. ”Some folks don’t make it strong enough,” he reported.

 

“Grant likes it strong,” replied Aunt Lolus.

 

“By the way, where is Uncle Grant?” asked Ruth.

 

“Oh, he has gone into Oneonta on business. Should be back in a little while. He is still mad because they moved the county seat.”

 

“From Blountsville to Oneonta?”

 

“Yeah, it takes awhile to make the trip. They have the railroad coming in there and thought that is where the county seat should be.”

 

“Railroads change a lot of things,” said Josh.

 

“Yeah,” agreed Aunt Lolus.

 

Lolus, Ruth, and Josh were sitting on the front porch when Grant came riding up. The sheriff was with him.

 

“Uncle Grant, you look all tucked out,” said Josh. “Let me see about your horse.”

 

“I will do that, son. I think the sheriff wants to talk to you,” replied Grant.

 

“What have I done?” asked Josh.

 

“It is not you, although I will need you, too," said Sheriff Watson. "I want to talk to your missus.”

 

“Well, okay,” said Ruth, wondering what would the sheriff want to talk to her about way down here in Alabama.

 

“James Butler Hickok wired me about you. Said you were good at tracking and not afraid of anything,” said Sheriff Watson as he sat down for the cup of coffee Lolus had offered. “We had a bank robbery yesterday and lost their trail. There were two of them. We need all the good men – ah – and women – we can get for a posse, so I was wondering about you and your husband joining us.”

 

“And you came all this way to ask me that because of something Wild Bill Hickok told you? Yes, I learned tracking from my daddy, but not being afraid of anything – well, he is wrong there.”

 

“He said you tracked some Indians and rescued two young children. In fact, he said that he heard you fought one of the Indians and beat him in hand-to-hand combat.”

 

Ruth thought about when she jumped on the Indian’s back, knocked him down and held a knife to his throat. How rumors can spread! “Sir, that wasn’t exactly hand-to-hand combat.”

 

“He didn’t tell me this, but I also heard from other sources that you outdrew a famous gunman on the street and outdrew two more men besides that -- one while he had the drop on you.”

 

Grant had temporarily put up his horse and hurried back to the house. Both his and Lolus’s eyes popped wide open in surprise at the sheriff's last comment. What kind of niece did they have?

 

“Now, listen here,” said Ruth. “Those are just rumors.”

 

“Rumors have a way of having some truth behind it,” said Sheriff Watson. “Did you or did you not meet a gunslinger on the street and shoot him before he got you?”

 

“Yes, but –“

 

“Okay, that settles it. I am deputizing you and your husband for the posse.  According to law, you cannot refuse or I can arrest you,” insisted Sheriff Watson. “Be ready this afternoon. We will be heading out.”

 

As Sheriff Watson saddled up his horse and rode out, Josh said, “Doggone. Can’t we get far enough away from your reputation without somebody expecting you to work miracles?”

 

Aunt Lolus looked at her and said, “I did not know that I had such a great niece.”

 

“Oh, you haven’t,” said Ruth as she ran into their bedroom, fell across the bed and began sobbing. “I am not a hero. I did what I had to do. That’s all.”

 

Lolus put her arm around Ruth and tried to console her. “That is what we all have to do, dear.”

 

“That Bill Hickok. He double crossed me!” Ruth cried.

 

Grant and Josh came in just in time to hear the conversation.

 

Grant said, “He didn’t double cross you. Sheriff Watson telegraphed the headquarters of the U.S. Marshals about the bank robbery and they telegraphed the other marshals to be on the lookout. When Hickok got the message, he sent one back telling that you were heading our way and that you were a good tracker. He had only heard about your fight with the Indian.”

 

“But Bill knows me and know that I am not a gunfighter,” said the tearful Ruth. “Is it true that a sheriff can force someone to go on a posse?”

 

“Well, it is for a man, but I have never heard about a woman before,” said Grant.

 

In a low tone, Josh told Lolus and Grant that he had never seen Ruth like this before. She always stood up in spite of her fears and faced problems head-on. She had never cried like this.

 

“But, women are like this when…” Lolus did not finish the sentence. “Wait a minute. I need to have a woman to woman talk with Ruth.”

 

Josh and Grant stepped out of the room, discussing the matter.

 

“Reckon what’s wrong,” questioned Josh.

 

Grant answered, “I don’t know.”

 

Lolus came out and said, “Well, I asked a few questions and I think I know why she is acting strangely.”

 

Josh stood there wondering what the answer would be.

 

“From all indications Josh, you are going to be a daddy.”

 

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--To be continued

 

Copyright 2008 by Starla Anne Lowry

Characters are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead are coincidental except for historical persons and my own family names which were used in this chapter.