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Dawes shook his head. “What happened?”
“All this took place twenty-four years ago. You’re old enough to remember how times was back then. I was a young fellow, just married, and my pap up and died. He left the farm to me and a pile of bills and debt. All of a sudden, I was in the place to lose it all. My wife come up sick with tuberculosis. The price of cotton went to hell. I lost half my help ‘cause I couldn’t pay ‘em. The day I come here, I got turned down by the bank for another extension on my loan. Losing my family’s land and dishonoring them, I couldn’t take that. I come out here to commit suicide.”
“Why come here?” young Landry asked.
“Well, to my way of thinking . . . committing suicide was bad . . . against God. I didn’t want to go to Hell. So, I thought if I come here, get under the cross right at the steeple, and I prayed for forgive-ness, I might end up not going down.”
“What changed your mind?" Mr. Dawes asked.
“Not what, who, . ."
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“How’ll you get back? They’ll come after you. You won’t make it.”
Eddie smiled and spoke with a confidence he didn’t really feel. “Hairy, you get back with the message. I’ll get back later. There’s a few tricks up the sleeve of this old “bean bandit.” I’m not gone yet and I don’t intend to sacrifice myself, but even if I don’t make it, better one man goes down than ten or eleven.”
Hairy could barely see his sergeant’s face in the dim light provided by the stars and the occasional artillery flashes. From what he could see, Eddie looked grim. He also looked resigned. Finally he nodded, accepting the inevitable. “Okay, Sarge. We go like you said. The info’s got to get back. But you take care.” Then he fumbled around, looking for the right words. He lifted his dark eyes to Herrera’s face and held out his hand. “I’m starting to like you, ‘bean bandit’.”
Moisture glistened in Eddie’s eyes. “You’re okay, too, Hairy. Now get out of here.” He managed a smile.
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“Those are skulls.” The artifacts produced unwelcome thoughts in Carolyn's mind, fear following close behind. “Do you think that’s a warning?”
Ben felt a little unsure, too, but said, “I don’t think so. If I remember correctly, the Indians' religion was based on different animal totems. It’s probably what I said it is…a religious marker.” Ben didn’t want Carolyn bugging him the whole weekend about danger lurking in the shadows where none existed. He knew that some Native Americans had strong connections to animal species, but didn’t know if the Seminoles shared this heritage and he certainly didn’t know if there was truly any religious connection.
“I thought the Seminoles are Christian, mostly.” Carolyn was looking, not paddling.
“I think they are... now. Look at that thing. It’s been there for years. The people who put it there probably have been dead fifty, maybe even hundreds of years.” Ben spoke to himself as much or more than to his wife.
Carolyn looked over her shoulder so she could see Ben’s reaction to the words she was about to utter. “Ben, do you think we ought to be here?”
John had said that Jesus had not prayed to His father to take the believers from the world. Erik knew that his world was not the beauty of the mountains, but his world was the survival of the plains.
He might have prayed that Jesus would take him away from the farm, but he knew that time had not yet come. He was a young man who had to make something of his life. No matter what he thought of the farm, it was his life and he could not leave it until whatever purpose God had for him there was done. Maybe his parents had run away, one to drugs, one to alcohol, but he needed to finish something in that land. He didn’t even know what that something was, but he knew it would only be found in the fields of the barren plains.
He prayed again. “God, if you really want me to go back to that place, please generate within me a love for the land. Maybe, I shouldn’t say, land, ‘cause I don’t think I can ever love dirt. Give me a love for my purpose within the land...
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- Sunny Serafino
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Royal Palm Literary Awards BOOK OF THE YEAR
(then unpublished)
Even for May, the day was warm and the bright sunshine lifted Cathy’s spirits as she walked along Hamilton Terrace. Still her eyes went to the face of every young woman she encountered.
Was Amy still in Philadelphia? Had she married, had children? But reality invaded her hope and she realized she might not even recognize her daughter. After all, how one looks at thirty-three could be very different than the fresh-faced teenager who was eighteen when she left Sander’s Beach.
She visited the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall, gathering pamphlets to read later because while enthralled by the majesty of the surroundings, her mind kept flitting between the past and the immediate future. She glanced at her watch as the second hand pushed the minutes much too slowly toward the appointment she faced later today.
Finally she took a bus to Center City and had lunch at a Greek restaurant, choosing an outside table so that she could capture the feel of the big city. Watching people hurry along the sidewalks made Cathy feel as if she were on vacation, but the serious reason for the trip was never far below the trumped up appearance that she was having fun. The three-thirty appointment loomed closer and closer. . .
