Chapter Fourteen
Samuel found himself standing at the edge of a frontier
town, with a hammer and saw in his hand. The hammer was heavy, a huge piece of
wood with a crude piece of metal squashed over the head of the wood. Obviously
hand made and forged metal. The saw was very rough, and about four feet long,
touching the bare dirt at the foot of his boots.
A very tall man stood over him, looking down his nose at
him. "Jebediah, you are not wanted here anymore. Your work stinks. You
stink. Get out!"
Samuel found himself answering for the man's body he now
inhabited. "But sirs, I have no other way to feed my family. The three of
us depend on the money I get...not that it's so much..."
The very tall man grew angrier. "Now you're trying to
blackmail me as well!"
"No sirs, not at alls. I just wants to make a living
for me and my family. My little girl is hurting, sick, I don't know why and
without money to get the pain killer Doc prescribes I'm afraid for her
life."
The very tall man shoved his cowboy hat back from his forehead,
revealing a nasty scar just below his hairline. It looked like an axe had been
taken to it.
"I don't care if the lot of you rot in hell. You're
done in my city. In this state. Move back to the hell hole you came from!"
"Sirs, wasn't no hellhole, it was Arkansas's."
"Join the Okies then. See if they want you back!"
"No sirs. They don't like us blacks either."
"You calling me a bigot!" The very tall man cried
out.
Now other town citizens were slowing down to watch the
argument. A fight was brewing. Many some blood. None of it white.
Samuel felt his heart grow cold. He knew that look. It was
why he and his family had moved so many times. Why did people hate people just
because they was different? He thought.
Just when it looked like the crowd was ready to hang him, he
heard his wife shout for him. "Jebediah, you get your skinny ass over here
and help our daughter!"
The crowd burst into laughter when he blushed a deep red. He
hurried between them. They actually made way, thinking his wife was going to
give him more hell than they ever possibly could. And she could. She was one
big Mama. She stood over him by a foot and was built like a barrel of molasses.
He stopped next to her and his daughter was clinging to her
right leg, looking pale as a ghost, but frightened as well.
"I'm ah gonna smack you to kingdom come!" She
swore at him, winking at the same time so no one could see it.
He backed up, knowing what was going to come next, and she
took a punch at him. Just close enough to his stomach so he could feel it, but
without it connecting.
He fell to the dirt and screamed in pain.
The crowd burst into laughter.
"Give it to 'em, Big Mama. A cowboy yelled, taking a
draw from a liquor bottle afterwards.
Big Mama pretended to kick Jebediah and he flew to his other
side, as if struck hard and balled up into a fetal position. "Pulease, Big
Mama, don't hurt me any more or I'm gonna die!"
She towered over him, fists on her large hips. "You
ever anger these people again and you're gonna wish God was killin' you, cause
no mercy will be coming from me, that's fer certains."
She hoisted him up as effortlessly as a sack of potatoes and
flung him into the back of their beat up old wagon. She put her daughter beside
him, who flung herself over him, wrapping her arms about him, crying.
Big Mama climbed into the driver's seat of the buggy and
urged the horse pulling it to hurry off. "Get yer fat ass movin',
horse." She cried out.
The town people all cheered, laughed and applauded as they
drove off.
He could hear them and it made him fill with so much anger
and remorse he felt like he was going to explode.
He put an arm round his daughter, Blinka, and hugged her
close. "Don't pays no mind to all this silly business, little one, it's
all an act!"
She stopped crying and wrapped her arms around him tigher.
He held her close.
Big Mama didn't bother driving home. There was no more home
there and she knew it. The town people laughed now, but the very tall man would
anger them again and they would come for them, just as they had in the last
town. She kept the horse pulling them, until they vanished in the desert sun.
They went on for days that way, not stopping, fearful they
were being followed, but luckily they were not. But now they were in another
problem. They had no provisions except the potatoes in back Big Mama had bought
with his last wages. No water. No vegetables. No grains.
Seven days went like that and he knew they were going to die
out there in the desert. Texas was a huge place and plenty of room for graves
there. Soon, they reached a semi-covered huddle of rocks and Joshua Trees, and
made camp for the last time.
He peeled several potatoes. Their last and squeezed them for
liquid to give to their daughter. She had been feverish the last several days.
Finally, she looked up into his eyes and smiled. "It's all right, Daddy.
I'm going home now. And it's beautiful." She whispered.
He hugged her and cried as she whispered her last breath
into his ears.
Big Mama sat on the other side, too weak to move or comfort
him or her daughter. She lay down beside her dead daughter and enveloped her in
her huge arms. "Is all right, tiny baby, I'm gonna walk right up that
sunlit path wit yous."
She closed her eyes and died then too.
He managed enough strength from the remaining two potatoes
to bury them with his own hands. On the last day he heard horses coming and
looked up from where he lay.
The very tall man rode up on a very large horse and looked
down at him."You better pray God has a place for you to stay, because you
ain't staying on my lands!"
He hefted a rifle and shot him in the head.
WHAM!
