by Gabby K.
“Macy,
get out of your bed so you can help me with your colt!” Hester Walker Trent
screamed at her niece, Macy Walker.
“Alright, Aunt
Hester!” She yelled back. Macy threw off her covers, quickly got dressed,
combed her hair till it shone, and pulled on her fancy boots. “Comin’!” She
dashed out of her room and quickly ran outside. “What in tarnation’s goin’ on
here, Sunny boy?” Macy said, taking the lead rope from her aunt. “What's gotten
into ya in the last couple days?”
Sunny responded with
a toss of his shiny mane.
“Yer momma wouldn’t
be proud if she saw ya acting like ya do.” Macy said.
Sunny pawed at the
ground and resumed spinning in circles and rolling.
Macy coughed.
“Sunny! Stop!”
Aunt Hester sighed
and walked back inside. “You better train him well so he stops making a mess of
himself. I desperately wanted you guys to come, especially a cute colt, but if
that colt keeps making a ruckus, I will have to send him back. Now, I reckon I
should make us some breakfast.”
Macy groaned and
jerked on the rope. “Get yer head lookin’ at me right this instant!” She
ordered.
Sunny ignored her
and continued rolling.
“Yer useless.” A
gruff voice said. “Jus' like yer brothers.”
Macy froze. Okay,
remember what Andi told me. Stay calm, and control my temper. Stay calm and
control my-
“Ya hear me?”
Macy nodded and
dropped the rope. Anger tugged at her face and hands. Stay calm. She
reminded herself. Sweat dripped down her forehead, despite of the cold weather.
“Ya scared of me,
girl?” John ‘Buck’ Kirk said.
“No, sir. In fact,
I'm tryin’ to keep my anger cooled.” Macy declared.
Buck laughed. “Is
that right…” He stepped closer. “As I was sayin’ befor’, yer useless. Yer anger
will always show, and yer bound to end up in a lockup of some sort.”
Macy knew he was
pushing her, pushing her hard enough to hurt him. Then he could tell her aunt
and she would be sent away. Surely, Aunt Hester won't send me away just
because I couldn’t keep my cool, right? “Yer wrong, Buck. Like always.” She
managed to say.
Buck smiled a
toothless smile. “Oh, am I? I sure didn’t realize.”
Macy growled,
sending Sunny galloping away. “Oh, Sunny!” She began spatting curses at her
colt.
“Macy!” She heard
her aunt yell.
“Yes, ma’am?” Macy
replied, ignoring Buck's comments about how bad she was at cursing.
“What did I tell you
about cursing? I bet your brothers' cursing finally got to you. Ever since you
came with Sunny…” She trailed off.
Macy grunted as Buck
slammed his fist into her ribs.
“Yer weak. A weak,
scrawny girl.”
Macy growled again.
“I stood up against my schoolmaster. And I reckon I can stand up against you,
Buck. I've probably survived more cattle drives than you.”
Buck chuckled.
“Yeah, right. I've been on more cattle drives than ya can survive. I have
beaten cow-rustlers ‘till they nearly bled to their death. I have crossed
flooded rivers with my bare feet and no mount along with a dozen head of
cattle. Not once have I had a hired hand that turned against tough Buck.”
Macy clenched her
fists.
“Now, now, Buck, ya
know ya shouldn’t be makin’ fun of girls.” Tom ‘Sherf' Westler said.
Macy curtsied.
“Howdy, Sherf.”
The sheriff tipped
his hat. “Howdy, Miss Macy. You’ve grown better with your manners. I’m
surprised.”
Macy straightened
and dusted the grass and snow off of her dress. “Why, thank you. Aunt Hester
has been makin’ sure that I keep my manners fresh.”
Tom smiled. “Good.
Another proper lady around here might calm down the men. Well, where is your
Aunt Hester? I’ve come to collect my weekly eggs.”
Macy motioned
inside. “Aunt’s in there. She's makin' breakfast if ya want to join us.”
“I don’t want no
breakfast.” Buck growled. “I wanna teach this young ‘lady’ a lesson.” He said,
yanking on Macy's long hair.
“Ouch!” Macy
screamed.
Tom pulled out his
pistol. “Buck, what did I say? You don’t want to end up in a cell, do ya?”
Buck shook his head
and reluctantly let go of his hold on Macy's hair. “Alright, Sherf. I best be
goin’.”
Macy dusted off her
dress again and headed towards where Sunny was sunbathing in the melting snow.
“Sunny!” She called.
A returning whinny
came her way. Sunny jumped up and trotted over to his owner. “Well, hello,
there!” He seemed to say. Macy patted his rump and began tying him up inside
his little paddock.
Then Macy walked
over to the chicken coop. “Howdy, gals!” She exclaimed happily as she opened
the door. “Got any eggs for me and Sherf?”
A hen clucked her
response and resumed pecking at the fallen hay scattered along the floor.
“Oh, ya sure do!”
Macy said, putting the eggs in a basket. “Time to go, see ya gals tomorrow!”
“Macy, come on!”
Aunt Hester yelled from the kitchen.
Macy waved goodbye
to the hens and skipped over to the house. “Comin’!”
Macy stepped inside
and set the basket of eggs down. “The hens gave us a ton of eggs today!”
Aunt Hester smiled.
She took the basket and called for her cook. “Martha! The eggs need cookin’!”
Then, a dark-skinned
Mexican woman hurried in, quickly wiping her hands on her faded apron. “Yes,
ma'am.” She said, a flurry of Spanish words following.
“That's a mighty big
bunch!” Tom exclaimed, taking a sip of his coffee.
Macy nodded. “Yep,
sure is!” Then a big, fluffy something rubbed its wet nose against Macy. “Jack!
Aren’t you supposed to be watching the hens and horses?” The black and white
sheepdog wagged his tail.
Aunt Hester finished
sipping her tea. “Yes, he is. How in the world did he get in?” Jack barked and
backed away slowly. He whined and slipped out of the wide-open door.
“That’s how!” Macy
said.
Aunt Hester stomped
outside and began giving Jack a piece of mind.
Meanwhile, Sunny was
resting in his paddock. He shook his glossy mane and gave the grass in front of
him a big tug. Out it came, along with its roots. Sunny chewed contently and
glanced toward the house. There, Aunt Hester was tying Jack up next to the hen
house. “Bad dog.” She kept saying over and over. Along with “No dogs inside.”
And “The worst dog ever.”
“Hester!” Sherf
called from inside. “I think that’s enough name callin’ of the poor thing. Best
leave it alone.” Aunt Hester nodded, and with her head high, returned inside
the house.
“So, do ya want yer
eggs fri’d or scrambled?” Martha asked.
Macy though for a
moment, but her Aunt Hester knew exactly what she wanted. “Fried, please.
Like always.”
Martha smiled,
revealing two missing front teeth. “Alrighty, ma'am. What ‘bout you, Miss Macy?”
“Fried as well,
please. Oh, and with extra salt.” Macy finally said. “I'm goin’ out to town,
today. Got sum business to take care of at school.”
Sheriff Tom rose to
his feet and gave everyone a two-fingered salute. “Got to get goin'. See ya in town,
Miss Macy!” With that, he walked out the door, setting his mug on the porch.
***
“Macy
Walker! What a pleasant surprise! Don’t expect to see a young lady ‘round here
on the weekends!” A friendly blacksmith called from his anvil.
Macy waved and
clutched her purse close to her chest. “Hello, Brick! I’m going to go buy some
peppermint for Lucy. She fell and banged up her knee pretty bad.”
Brick winced. “Ooh,
that’s gotta be a sight! Hope she heals well. Oh, and be safe! The
purse-snatching has started, again. Better watch that purse of yours!”
Macy nodded and
hurried the rest of the way to the candy store. She quickly bought a peppermint
and brought it to Lucy. “Here, Lucy. That mean Buck better stop hurtin’ little
kids, or I’ll run out of silver dollars!”
Lucy smiled and took
the peppermint eagerly. “Thanks, Macy! I wish I had a silver dollar, just think
of how many peppermints that could buy!”
Macy laughed. “A ton,
I bet!” She said.
Great job, Gabby! Keep up the great work!
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