Story Grace, Mercy and Blessings
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PacNorWest
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#257
Ricky tried every trick in his book of meanness. Gary just rode on silently. Slung over the saddle as he was, it was difficult for Ricky to talk much, so he tried singing. That got him a gag, and no way to loudly express his displeasure. And for sure, he had plenty of displeasure.
Gary was silently figuring the miles ahead. It was roughly 200 miles from the retreat to Hendersonville. The way he and his contrary passenger were ambling, Gary was purposely holding the miles down to around 10 per day. He wanted to give Ricky ample opportunity to get as miserable as possible.
They were only on their second day, and Gary was figuring Ricky was getting angry and upset. That made him smile.
The second day of travel for Jerry and Abby, it started raining. A straight down, cold miserable rain that spattered and bounced with the force it pelted the ground. Jerry wouldn't stop and find shelter, and Abby in her rain gear was too proud to ask.
All Jerry knew, they had to keep moving and cover as many miles as possible. Whatever his decision had been based upon; he was correct, far more than he knew. The rain had the group of ferocious raiders holed up in a hollowed out bank. Less that a mile apart, the wagons traveled on silently and the attackers sullenly huddled under the dirt overhang and the smudgy fire.
The rain intensified, the force of the downpour erasing the tracks of the Eastward bound wagons.
Pricilla, now that she knew what the routine consisted of, was a good traveler, a hard worker and a good sport. She really picked up her ability to keep the group moving, working Bruce to help him gain strength, and keeping Donny as immobile as he would let her.
Donny did well if he could ride his horse; the familiar plodding along was not easy, but he felt better being on his own. Pricilla had objected to trailing the horse, but Donny had insisted, and rather than let him be further upset, she had agreed. Now, she was thankful.
The clouds were gathering, and there were patters of wind driven raindrops. They had canvas, but nothing in the way of rain gear, and they drove until near night fall in the rain.
Ricky tried every trick in his book of meanness. Gary just rode on silently. Slung over the saddle as he was, it was difficult for Ricky to talk much, so he tried singing. That got him a gag, and no way to loudly express his displeasure. And for sure, he had plenty of displeasure.
Gary was silently figuring the miles ahead. It was roughly 200 miles from the retreat to Hendersonville. The way he and his contrary passenger were ambling, Gary was purposely holding the miles down to around 10 per day. He wanted to give Ricky ample opportunity to get as miserable as possible.
They were only on their second day, and Gary was figuring Ricky was getting angry and upset. That made him smile.
The second day of travel for Jerry and Abby, it started raining. A straight down, cold miserable rain that spattered and bounced with the force it pelted the ground. Jerry wouldn't stop and find shelter, and Abby in her rain gear was too proud to ask.
All Jerry knew, they had to keep moving and cover as many miles as possible. Whatever his decision had been based upon; he was correct, far more than he knew. The rain had the group of ferocious raiders holed up in a hollowed out bank. Less that a mile apart, the wagons traveled on silently and the attackers sullenly huddled under the dirt overhang and the smudgy fire.
The rain intensified, the force of the downpour erasing the tracks of the Eastward bound wagons.
Pricilla, now that she knew what the routine consisted of, was a good traveler, a hard worker and a good sport. She really picked up her ability to keep the group moving, working Bruce to help him gain strength, and keeping Donny as immobile as he would let her.
Donny did well if he could ride his horse; the familiar plodding along was not easy, but he felt better being on his own. Pricilla had objected to trailing the horse, but Donny had insisted, and rather than let him be further upset, she had agreed. Now, she was thankful.
The clouds were gathering, and there were patters of wind driven raindrops. They had canvas, but nothing in the way of rain gear, and they drove until near night fall in the rain.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
thank you so much pac. after a day in town this was again a real ttreat.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
Really bad storms today, see ya tomorrow. Pac.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
It's been an exciting 24 hours.
Sunday, we had two storms interrupt church. Everyone was sent home instead of fellowshipping for an hour after service. We had over eight inches of rain in less than 2 hours and several small rotations.
We had a breech in the upper pond that lowered the water by a couple of feet, (darn) and the creek is raging. May not sound exciting to a lot of people, but it's a reminder of God's awesome power.
We're scheduled to travel today for a graduation, maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, if we go, I won't be home until very late. Pac.
Sunday, we had two storms interrupt church. Everyone was sent home instead of fellowshipping for an hour after service. We had over eight inches of rain in less than 2 hours and several small rotations.
We had a breech in the upper pond that lowered the water by a couple of feet, (darn) and the creek is raging. May not sound exciting to a lot of people, but it's a reminder of God's awesome power.
We're scheduled to travel today for a graduation, maybe, maybe not. Anyhow, if we go, I won't be home until very late. Pac.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I hope you brought all your rain gear when you moved East; C U when the weather dissipates a bit.
Take care
G.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Storms can interrupt a lot of man's activities. Pac, hopefully you will make the graduation.
Storms and thunder brings the furr buddies to us for comforting.
Rain reported for all week here. One slight rain this morning and from the radar time lapse, it appear that the rain will pass to the east of us today, which is just fine since having cement board lap siding and cedar trim delivered today.
The rain suits may get used.
Texican....
Storms and thunder brings the furr buddies to us for comforting.
Rain reported for all week here. One slight rain this morning and from the radar time lapse, it appear that the rain will pass to the east of us today, which is just fine since having cement board lap siding and cedar trim delivered today.
The rain suits may get used.
Texican....
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Safe passage dear Pac.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
"May not sound exciting to a lot of people, but it's a reminder of God's awesome power."
Personally, I love storms: the wind, thunder & lightening are better than any fireworks and always point out how truly inconsequential I really am; something we all need to be reminded of, I think. The fact humanity seems disinclined to treat such a gift as our world appropriately drives my wife to the edge and she is positive storms are God tapping us on our collective foreheads.
Personally, I love storms: the wind, thunder & lightening are better than any fireworks and always point out how truly inconsequential I really am; something we all need to be reminded of, I think. The fact humanity seems disinclined to treat such a gift as our world appropriately drives my wife to the edge and she is positive storms are God tapping us on our collective foreheads.
BOY, I SURE DO MISS PacNorWest, I PRAY SHE IS DOING WELL XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
She's well experienced at dealing w/ adversities. She'll be back when she can but, looking at the weather in her part of the world, I think it very well could be a bit.
Keep a good thought for her and hers.
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#258
We had considerable flooding; and anytime that happens, the fences go down. We lost a tractor this time, thank goodness it was old. But still, the loss always hurts.
The neighbor borrowed it to try and reach a stranded calf, in the rising water. He and the calf got wet, but the tractor stalled and was washed away. In case anyone needs a reminder of the power of rushing water. this was it.
Some of the fence we repaired was only temporary, but it will get us through to dryer times. So, we thank God our losses were miniminal, animals safe and He guarded us during another calaminity.
Clora watched from the barn doorway as Mark used two stout sticks to pick up the sheet/suit she had made. Taking the anti-contaminate contraption to the fence, he arranged it so the sun would help disinfect the material.
Joining Clora at the door bench, he accepted the glass of cool water gratefully.
"Once a day for a job like that is enough. I believe that is the worst thing I have ever seen." Mark was definate as to his estimation of the sacriface in the basement.
"Do you think it is removeable? Or should we plan on building something else, or moving" Clora bravely asked. If it was anything she didnt want to do; moving once again was high on her list.
"I don't know," Mark was honest. "The parts are still a semi-liquid state, the cool dampness of the tunnel has prevented them from drying out. We need to spend today moving supplies out of the main building. No children in there for sure."
"The barn apartment is more than adequate for us, but we need to consider Gary when he gets back." Clora had her hands folded in her lap, looking out over the expanse of the driveway toward the main building.
"How unfortunate that something that we used for safety, would drive us out of the house." her soft words were plaintive.
"I just thank God we discovered the problem before we spent any more time than we did, in the house." Mark added forcefully.
"I think we need to make up some vinegar doses, like Helga used to make for healing and germ control. That's the best way I can think of to cotrol the rot and bacteria in the air. I just can't help but wonder about the dry food stuffs in the storeroom and wonder if they's been contaminated." Clora spoke with dread in her voice.
"I've got to go inside, it's too cool to be out here and wet," Mark got up to move. "Is there any coffee left?" he said the magic words. Clora nodded yes.
Inside by the stove, Mark stripped off his wet clothes and gave himself a quick wash-up with a vinegar saturated rag. "I'm thinking," his voice was muffled as he bent down to pull on a clean pair of long johns, "the storeroom is sealed away from the basement, no bathroon escape to the tunnel. That's probably the safest room in the house."
Clora nodded, and then realized Mark couldn't hear her brain cells rattling. "Praise the Lord," she said gratefully.
"I really like this apartment, it's just the right size; but the fact we are inside with no windows is a deal breaker. I'm going to see if we can construct something out of the remains of the cabins. Without the sawmill, we're really in a world of hurt." Mark was thinking out loud. "We're almost out of coffee, aren't we?" he switched gears in mid sentance.
"We bought more coffee from Corbin when we met up on the trail; but I've been rationing it stringtly," Clora replied. "But yes, we will eventually be out of beans."
Mark grimaced, "that will be the worst of the worst," he joked. "My sweetheart with no coffee in the morning, I'm not sure we'll be able to withstand that."
"There are measures we can take, like only having coffee in the morning and there is always chickory we could add to stretch it further." this time it was Clora that teased, knowing that Mark detested the taste of chickory.
We had considerable flooding; and anytime that happens, the fences go down. We lost a tractor this time, thank goodness it was old. But still, the loss always hurts.
The neighbor borrowed it to try and reach a stranded calf, in the rising water. He and the calf got wet, but the tractor stalled and was washed away. In case anyone needs a reminder of the power of rushing water. this was it.
Some of the fence we repaired was only temporary, but it will get us through to dryer times. So, we thank God our losses were miniminal, animals safe and He guarded us during another calaminity.
Clora watched from the barn doorway as Mark used two stout sticks to pick up the sheet/suit she had made. Taking the anti-contaminate contraption to the fence, he arranged it so the sun would help disinfect the material.
Joining Clora at the door bench, he accepted the glass of cool water gratefully.
"Once a day for a job like that is enough. I believe that is the worst thing I have ever seen." Mark was definate as to his estimation of the sacriface in the basement.
"Do you think it is removeable? Or should we plan on building something else, or moving" Clora bravely asked. If it was anything she didnt want to do; moving once again was high on her list.
"I don't know," Mark was honest. "The parts are still a semi-liquid state, the cool dampness of the tunnel has prevented them from drying out. We need to spend today moving supplies out of the main building. No children in there for sure."
"The barn apartment is more than adequate for us, but we need to consider Gary when he gets back." Clora had her hands folded in her lap, looking out over the expanse of the driveway toward the main building.
"How unfortunate that something that we used for safety, would drive us out of the house." her soft words were plaintive.
"I just thank God we discovered the problem before we spent any more time than we did, in the house." Mark added forcefully.
"I think we need to make up some vinegar doses, like Helga used to make for healing and germ control. That's the best way I can think of to cotrol the rot and bacteria in the air. I just can't help but wonder about the dry food stuffs in the storeroom and wonder if they's been contaminated." Clora spoke with dread in her voice.
"I've got to go inside, it's too cool to be out here and wet," Mark got up to move. "Is there any coffee left?" he said the magic words. Clora nodded yes.
Inside by the stove, Mark stripped off his wet clothes and gave himself a quick wash-up with a vinegar saturated rag. "I'm thinking," his voice was muffled as he bent down to pull on a clean pair of long johns, "the storeroom is sealed away from the basement, no bathroon escape to the tunnel. That's probably the safest room in the house."
Clora nodded, and then realized Mark couldn't hear her brain cells rattling. "Praise the Lord," she said gratefully.
"I really like this apartment, it's just the right size; but the fact we are inside with no windows is a deal breaker. I'm going to see if we can construct something out of the remains of the cabins. Without the sawmill, we're really in a world of hurt." Mark was thinking out loud. "We're almost out of coffee, aren't we?" he switched gears in mid sentance.
"We bought more coffee from Corbin when we met up on the trail; but I've been rationing it stringtly," Clora replied. "But yes, we will eventually be out of beans."
Mark grimaced, "that will be the worst of the worst," he joked. "My sweetheart with no coffee in the morning, I'm not sure we'll be able to withstand that."
"There are measures we can take, like only having coffee in the morning and there is always chickory we could add to stretch it further." this time it was Clora that teased, knowing that Mark detested the taste of chickory.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
I agree with Lake Lili, and thank you Pac.
ted
Veteran Member
In 96 there was a flood in the valleys around here, the neighbors below us had a restored dozer sitting on a little hill by the stream...When things calmed down the bulldozer was upside down in the creek with the undercarriage ripped off. Water is very strong.
Thank you and thank God for minor losses. (not sure a tractor, even an old one, is minor.)
Thank you and thank God for minor losses. (not sure a tractor, even an old one, is minor.)
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
And so...just like that, after fighting floods & losing equipment and who knows what else and - SHE'S BACK!!
Good to hear it wasn't more cataclysmic.
Don't fuss about us; more important is you & Mr KC get sorted out and make sure you're OK.....
But thanks for letting us know - I'm w/ Mark on the chicory which is why we have coffee right next to the other essentials; LTS, beans, rice et al, water & of course meds & ammo. I can get by w/o a lot but coffee isn't one of those things!
G.
Good to hear it wasn't more cataclysmic.
Don't fuss about us; more important is you & Mr KC get sorted out and make sure you're OK.....
But thanks for letting us know - I'm w/ Mark on the chicory which is why we have coffee right next to the other essentials; LTS, beans, rice et al, water & of course meds & ammo. I can get by w/o a lot but coffee isn't one of those things!
G.
Sneaker 11
RECONDO
I agree with Mark.............thanks so much Pac. Sounds as though you folks really were hit hard. May the Lord give you wisdom as you prioritize repairs.
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PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#260
"I'm simply not man enough to drink chicory," Mark protested with a wiry grin, "It tastes like a combination of motor oil and paint stripper."
"Oh, not that bad," Clora was protesting with a grin. "Surely you're tougher than that."
"Nope."
"Mark, is there any way to make windows in this apartment? I intensely dislike the dark, and this is so depressing. Everything has to be done by lamp light and that's so wasteful."
Mark chuckled to himself, that was his Clora, interested in saving money at every turn. "I'm looking for a way to build a cabin for us. We're hampered by not having a sawmill, and a couple of the burned cabins are unusable lumber."
"Well, isn't that dandy," Clora complained. "What if we took the end out of the barn and moved the apartment out. Or, re-worked the barn into smaller size for the lumber"
"Humm," was all Mark said. He really had other priorities at the moment, but he smiled and promised to consider the possibilities. Clora walked outside to sit on the barn bench, thinking hard on the probabilities.
Needing to do something, Clora walked over to the garden wall and looked at the many rows with the promise of garden glory and vegetables.
Honey and Rennie were slowly approaching, talking in hushed voices.
"Clora, have you and Mark come to any conclusion as how to clean out the tunnel?" Honey asked. "How gruesome that all those people are hacked up down there. Milo has told be it's worse than the worse thing that can be imagined. We are wondering what we are going to do without the main building? Have you any thoughts?"
"No, nothing concrete. The only blessing being, the store room has no opening to the tunnel and is sealed tight. Mark is supposing that the grains and such stored in there are safe to eat. After all, we've been eating the provisions for a week, before we knew about the murders, and no one has had reactions." Clora sighed hard. "Do you have any other ideas?"
Rennie shook her head no. "No ideas, and no thoughts as to how we might disinfect the food. I had wondered if we clear the tunnel, if after a certain amount of time, the bacteria might dissipate?"
No one had an answer. "Where are Tess and boys? Dory also?" Honey asked as she wrapped Mila tighter, due to the cool breeze.
Clora looked around and her eye was snagged by a sight she never expected to see.
High in the air, a airplane was streaking across the sky, leaving a contrail.
"I'm simply not man enough to drink chicory," Mark protested with a wiry grin, "It tastes like a combination of motor oil and paint stripper."
"Oh, not that bad," Clora was protesting with a grin. "Surely you're tougher than that."
"Nope."
"Mark, is there any way to make windows in this apartment? I intensely dislike the dark, and this is so depressing. Everything has to be done by lamp light and that's so wasteful."
Mark chuckled to himself, that was his Clora, interested in saving money at every turn. "I'm looking for a way to build a cabin for us. We're hampered by not having a sawmill, and a couple of the burned cabins are unusable lumber."
"Well, isn't that dandy," Clora complained. "What if we took the end out of the barn and moved the apartment out. Or, re-worked the barn into smaller size for the lumber"
"Humm," was all Mark said. He really had other priorities at the moment, but he smiled and promised to consider the possibilities. Clora walked outside to sit on the barn bench, thinking hard on the probabilities.
Needing to do something, Clora walked over to the garden wall and looked at the many rows with the promise of garden glory and vegetables.
Honey and Rennie were slowly approaching, talking in hushed voices.
"Clora, have you and Mark come to any conclusion as how to clean out the tunnel?" Honey asked. "How gruesome that all those people are hacked up down there. Milo has told be it's worse than the worse thing that can be imagined. We are wondering what we are going to do without the main building? Have you any thoughts?"
"No, nothing concrete. The only blessing being, the store room has no opening to the tunnel and is sealed tight. Mark is supposing that the grains and such stored in there are safe to eat. After all, we've been eating the provisions for a week, before we knew about the murders, and no one has had reactions." Clora sighed hard. "Do you have any other ideas?"
Rennie shook her head no. "No ideas, and no thoughts as to how we might disinfect the food. I had wondered if we clear the tunnel, if after a certain amount of time, the bacteria might dissipate?"
No one had an answer. "Where are Tess and boys? Dory also?" Honey asked as she wrapped Mila tighter, due to the cool breeze.
Clora looked around and her eye was snagged by a sight she never expected to see.
High in the air, a airplane was streaking across the sky, leaving a contrail.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
I think this should be #259
Having said that: a contrail? A CONTRAIL??!!
Talk about a sneaky left hook!!
THIS is going to be good!
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Thank you, a jet wow! After the whole world was changed?
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Yup - not embarrassed to admit that caught me totally, totally flat footed! I'm sure I'm not alone.
What do you want to bet Pac is giggling at us as she sips her tea?
Shotgun Willy
Contributing Member
I’m betting on paratroopers.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
point-to-point transport on a jet, sure; better than many alternatives.
Jumping, ill advised w/o an ejection system.
Starship Trooper deployment capsule? Hell Yes!!
RememberGoliad
Veteran Member
Why just a pair? Why not a wholebunchatroopers? Maybe Mark's unit from back when he met Clora?
PacNorWest
Veteran Member
#260 (corrected)
One of Clora's famous ear-splitting whistles had everyone appearing outside. All she had to do was point upward and that explained the curiosity.
Mumbling and rumbling with disbelief, the clan stood and watched until the minute appearing plane and its feathery contrail had gone out of sight.
Grouped together, it was Milo who finally said, "if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Now how do ya suppose that happened?"
No one answered, they were all feeling shell shocked. Eyes searched the sky for additional signs of a normal world, and it was only a gritty looking blue grey with some clouds.
"I had put together a formula that supposed that the 'cleansing' had wiped the non-Christian nations from the earth." Toby removed his hat and scrubbed his forehead on his sleeve. "I mean, that seemed a natural conclusion, especially if there were only Christians surviving around this area. I was thinking that all the other religions had perished. now, …. I'm not so sure."
"I seldom look up, this time warp thing had me figuring there wouldn't be planes in the sky, during the rest of my lifetime." Milo stood behind his small grouped together family. "So just as a interesting thought, should we be wary of what that plane might have been spreading in it's contrail?"
No one spoke or offered a rebuttal.
Barry's clear childish voice stopped all movement. "Dad, what was that bird up so high? It looked like his tail feathers were on fire."
"Now how do I explain the concept of an airplane to a child that has never seen one?" Toby asked the group. He didn't get an answer, nor had he really expected one.
"Barry, I think we had better go get a couple of cookies while I explain, this is gonna take a while." Toby lifted the sturdy child to his shoulders.
"Ok," Barry agreed, "as long as we don't have to get in the wagons and go somewhere. I'm tired of them."
The adults chuckled, but inwardly they all agreed.
Mark had been furiously thinking, and he happened to look over at Tess and Clora as they stood together. Both women had such a strained, puzzled look to their faces; it was easy to see they were getting some highly charged 'messages';
in fact Clora looked down right ill and uncomfortable.
"Come sit down," Mark took gentle hold of Clora's arm and steered her to the bench. "Tess, how about you? Need to sit down?"
"Yes I do," Tess had to sit with her arms around her boys.
"Ma, you're gonna have to grow longer arms, I'm getting squished," Paul complained. "Yeah, me too," the other two boys chimed in. "What's the matter Ma, you looked scared. Do we have to help you be brave about something?"
Tess kinda mumbled her reply and all three boys looked at her like she was speaking a strange language.
Tess and Clora met eyes above the triplets's heads; they didn't understand what they were feeling, and therefore, couldn't explain it.
Pricilla kept the men on an eastwardly course. Day after ever lovin day, they started out early in the morning and traveled until almost dark. There were a few rabbits and prairie chickens to harvest, but slowly the jerky dwindled to scrap pieces and hunger was with them always.
Abandoned homesteads were the norm; smart people leaving the harsher conditions of the North and heading South in the cold summer weather.
It took three weeks of constant travel before they came to the sign that pointed to the river and the bridge. The faint with hunger driver and two incapacitated men, arrived at the settlement and passed out from exhaustion and hunger.
Jerry and Abby were close behind them, as they traveled harder and faster. Jerry recognized Donny as he swayed in the saddle, accurately guessing that the young man had something wrong.
One of Clora's famous ear-splitting whistles had everyone appearing outside. All she had to do was point upward and that explained the curiosity.
Mumbling and rumbling with disbelief, the clan stood and watched until the minute appearing plane and its feathery contrail had gone out of sight.
Grouped together, it was Milo who finally said, "if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Now how do ya suppose that happened?"
No one answered, they were all feeling shell shocked. Eyes searched the sky for additional signs of a normal world, and it was only a gritty looking blue grey with some clouds.
"I had put together a formula that supposed that the 'cleansing' had wiped the non-Christian nations from the earth." Toby removed his hat and scrubbed his forehead on his sleeve. "I mean, that seemed a natural conclusion, especially if there were only Christians surviving around this area. I was thinking that all the other religions had perished. now, …. I'm not so sure."
"I seldom look up, this time warp thing had me figuring there wouldn't be planes in the sky, during the rest of my lifetime." Milo stood behind his small grouped together family. "So just as a interesting thought, should we be wary of what that plane might have been spreading in it's contrail?"
No one spoke or offered a rebuttal.
Barry's clear childish voice stopped all movement. "Dad, what was that bird up so high? It looked like his tail feathers were on fire."
"Now how do I explain the concept of an airplane to a child that has never seen one?" Toby asked the group. He didn't get an answer, nor had he really expected one.
"Barry, I think we had better go get a couple of cookies while I explain, this is gonna take a while." Toby lifted the sturdy child to his shoulders.
"Ok," Barry agreed, "as long as we don't have to get in the wagons and go somewhere. I'm tired of them."
The adults chuckled, but inwardly they all agreed.
Mark had been furiously thinking, and he happened to look over at Tess and Clora as they stood together. Both women had such a strained, puzzled look to their faces; it was easy to see they were getting some highly charged 'messages';
in fact Clora looked down right ill and uncomfortable.
"Come sit down," Mark took gentle hold of Clora's arm and steered her to the bench. "Tess, how about you? Need to sit down?"
"Yes I do," Tess had to sit with her arms around her boys.
"Ma, you're gonna have to grow longer arms, I'm getting squished," Paul complained. "Yeah, me too," the other two boys chimed in. "What's the matter Ma, you looked scared. Do we have to help you be brave about something?"
Tess kinda mumbled her reply and all three boys looked at her like she was speaking a strange language.
Tess and Clora met eyes above the triplets's heads; they didn't understand what they were feeling, and therefore, couldn't explain it.
Pricilla kept the men on an eastwardly course. Day after ever lovin day, they started out early in the morning and traveled until almost dark. There were a few rabbits and prairie chickens to harvest, but slowly the jerky dwindled to scrap pieces and hunger was with them always.
Abandoned homesteads were the norm; smart people leaving the harsher conditions of the North and heading South in the cold summer weather.
It took three weeks of constant travel before they came to the sign that pointed to the river and the bridge. The faint with hunger driver and two incapacitated men, arrived at the settlement and passed out from exhaustion and hunger.
Jerry and Abby were close behind them, as they traveled harder and faster. Jerry recognized Donny as he swayed in the saddle, accurately guessing that the young man had something wrong.
sssarawolf
Has No Life - Lives on TB
Big thank you Pac.
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Take your pick Amigo; dear Mrs Pac has left a plethora of options for us to fret over, not the least of which is the recent fly-over ...... just saying.
G.