Morning
brought sunshine, and the pleasant sound of birds singing
overhead. Rebekah hoped the rain would hold off, allowing her to make up some
lost time.
Two
hours on the road, they met up with another band of rebels. They wore ragged
uniforms. The hair on their heads and faces was overgrown. Of the six men, only
one wore shoes. She began to fear this ragtag group might be deserters.
Trouble.
Hoping
they'd pass like others had done, she moved on with eyes forward -- yet
constantly watching. She feigned disinterest as they drew near the wagon, but
they didn't pass. As soon as they were close, they fanned the road to block her
passage. She tried to keep moving, but one big and utterly filthy, redheaded
man grabbed the horse's reins.
She
found herself missing the company of the rain.
"Whoa
there," he said as he slowed the horse to a halt. He looked up at Rebekah
and grinned. "Now that wasn't very neighborly of ya. We jest wanted ta
talk ta ya's is all. We was hoping ya'll had some food ya might be willin' ta share."
"I
ain't got much food, son," Rebekah told him, trying to keep her voice
steady. "I got me some grain for the horse and some hardtack and jerky fer
my grandson and me."
"What
are ya doin' out here, ma'am?" Another, not quite so scruffy, young man asked.
"I
jest got my son out o' one o' them Yankee prisons, and I'm trying ta get 'im
home is all." Rebekah's impatience grew along with the sick feeling in her
gut. "He's real sick. Caught himself something in that filthy place. I'm
jest tryin' ta get 'im home."
"She
tellin' the truth, Zeb?" the big redhead asked. The way he motioned a
couple of men to the rear of the wagon, Rebekah believed him to be the leader.
Pangs of fear rose as they circled behind her. "Does she got herself a
sick man and a boy back ther', Zeb?"
The
wagon rocked as Zeb jumped in for a closer look. "Shore nuff does."
Zeb's voice sounded behind her. She looked over her shoulder just as Andrew
backed up against his mother too terrified to speak. "He looks mighty bad
off, Cal, and ther ain't much else in here."
Zeb
drew back the blanket and studied her husband. "Dear Lawrd," he
sputtered when he saw the legs were missing. "Lawrdy, Lawrdy." Zeb
couldn't quit staring. He finally laid the blanket back down -- taking care to
cover Robert -- and apologized to Andrew for scaring him. "Damn
Yankees," he muttered. The springs creaked as he jumped from the wagon.
"Ya
got some money then, ma'am?" Cal called to her.
Rebekah
returned her attention to the front of the wagon. "Son, if I had me any
money, my son would be in some fancy hospital gettin' care right now." Her
tone was angry, defiant. She regretted it when Cal's voice grew hard and cold.
"Maybe
we orta just take yer wagon here?" Cal gave her a stern look.
"I
think we should let 'em alone," Zeb spoke up, coming back to his side. He
put a hand to Cal's chest. "She's jest trying ta get her son home. We got
no cause ta hurt a fellow soldier."
"I'm
agreed. Let 'em pass."
The
sentiment echoed down the line. Only Cal stood silent. He took so long thinking
it over, Rebekah feared he might not let them go. Then he relented and stepped
back from the horse.
Rebekah
shook the reins, urging the horse to go.
"Get
your boy home so as you can care for him," Zeb said softly as she drove
past. Her tears welled at the unexpected kindness. She was afraid to breathe.
Afraid Cal might change his mind and come after her. Terrified, Andrew crawled
up next to her. He didn't say a thing, just clung to her. She was shaking so
badly, she could barely hold the reins let alone her son.
When
a good half-hour passed without incident, Rebekah pulled off to the side, and allowed herself to cry.
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Sounds like a great read, Tina! I have a little boy, so that really makes my heart ache.
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