|Uncle Fred Wife (standard:drama, 3514 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Apr 04 2007||Views/Reads: 2172/1523||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|backwoods old days themes|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story against such a good fellow as he was while he was here among us all,. It was on the third day that paw and me and our friends and kinfolk all loaded Fred Coffin on the corn wagon and hauled him to our graveyard ridge where all folks from these part are laid . The pretty widow walked with paw leading her like someone that was blind and she was putting on like she was balling like a calf would to when its mammy come up missing, something about her mourning was not real like it showed to be put on ,somehow to me any how...if Fred was watching from heaven was he seeing these fake sobs and seeing her put on like she was mourning his passing.. There was a strange young handsome man that was among the Folks, nobody in the crowd new who he was and I knew I had not seen his face at least in these part s before, something was fishy in the river for sure, who was this strange handsome stranger that had come in our mists, this was a mystery but I was thinking that he had something to do with Martha.. Our burying place lay just above our shack on the ridge that was too steep for corn growing, the burying yards belong to paw it was our land and our place bury our dead kinfolks. The team pulled hard against the wagon that carried his coffin and folk followed walking slowly behind, it was a sad day for all the folks that love Fred those that had shared this neighborhood and these beautiful Kentucky ridges , I sure hated to see Fred lowered down in that old clay dirt knowing I would not see his face again on this side of glory, but I had heard him speak well about the lord God many of a time , and Fred was a honest soul and a hard working decent man... The good rev read some pretty word from the Good Book and Fred was lowered down into the yellow clay grave , men took there hat off when the coffin was placed in the grown, Then each person took up a shovel and began throwing shovels of dirt into the hole where Fred lay. It was no long till the hole become a mound and then each person placed a flower on the fresh filled grave, Maw sobs in tears her crying broke the silence, her love was for Fred was deep he was her Brother and I was sorry to see her weep so hard and take his death so grievous. Martha she tried to act out like a grieving widow and made out like she was so hurt but is was put on, and some folks was fooled by her actions, but not Maw and not me and not paw, after all the flowers was placed and then folks headed off the steep ridge and the team and wagon was headed off first , Martha said she was afraid to stay at the farm and Maw asked her to take a night or two with us , I think Maw done this to feel her out and maybe figure out what she was trying to do. It had been a long and sad summer day and every one of us took our beds pretty early, the three nights of setting up with Fred corpse had wore us all out from lack of sleep. My room faced the ridge graveyard and as I lay and looked out the window I could see the yellow clay fresh grave mound where Fred had just been planted today, then I thought of all the times me and him had fished in the paw paw river ,catching those big blue channel catfish , and I could see him smiling and bragging about the big one he has just caught , of course it was just the memories in my nogging for I new well we would never wet another fishing line together again. The night was clear and it being in mid summer warm , I must of drifted off to sleep after many memories of past days working and hunting and fishing with Fred, Something woke me up in the wee hours of the morning, it was a board creaked, I never got up to see what is was and a few moments after I heard the front door of our shack gently close, who was going out of the shack at this hour? , and I somehow new that maw and paw never made a habit of going out after dark especially this late in the night. Then I decided to slip my trousers and shirt on and shoes and take see who was up and on the outside at this late night hour. The night was cooler and I slipped along being very quite making darn sure I was not seen. . the summer moon was shining bright making the night almost like day light, I went around the side of the house where my bed room was and then I seen a form going up the narrow wagon road that lead up the graveyard point. It was Martha she was heading toward the graveyard making her way slowly up the ridge toward the Graveyard., What in heavens name would she be going up there to the graveyard I was thinking ? I made up my mind to find out so I headed off and made a circle round that lead me into the woods and would not follow her on the wagon road supposing she might see be behind her, it was a short cut path that I had often used to visit the graveyard .. My way was just a might shorter than the wagon road, and she beat me to the graveyard. Question was what was she really doing? What would she be doing coming to the grave site at this wee hour of morning?That question was soon answered as I watch her from the thicket from outside the graveyard I see a man walk from the shadows of the trees from the other side of the graveyard with the night being so bright and all I could make out who this man was, it was the tall dark handsome stranger that had attended Fred burial, he walks to where she is waiting, and then I could not hardly believe what my own eyes was seeing, he pulls the pretty Martha up near him and they kiss in hot passion, right over my dead uncles grave I love you I hear her say to him , and he returns with the same words to her, then she tell him how she has missed him since she got married and that everything had went as planned, now we can be together she adds” I poisoned that rascal with rat poison she points at the fresh grave mound” now my love we can be together she remarks, and im going to sell the Farm and we can leave the county and get away from these dumb hill folks, just like we planed she muttered” something come over me a mad rage, and if I had toted my old pistol up here I would have shot the two lovers dead, she had killed my Uncle with Rat poison, just to get her hand on his farm and the money he had saved in the Muddy Fork bank township, I listen as they talked and kissed and embraced each other and they was saying all kinds of love jesters making me sick to my stomach, How could a heart be so wicked that they would kill someone to get his farm and money ,I wish Fred could see his widow here like I was seeing her in the bosom of this tall man , maybe Fred spirit woke me up, so I could ketch them and avenge his death, as I listen on to their words I was careful not to make any noise that they might hear me, they kissed and kept kissing and then she said I better get back to the shack before maybe some of them wakes up maybe and sees me gone , we will meet here tomorrow night she tell him , im going to stay with them for a few more days so they want suspect anything. That a good idea he said” same time and place she said and they kissed a long hot passion kiss and then he went back the way he come from and she slowly went back off the ridge and back down to the shack,. I waited a good spell before I went back off the ridge so she would go back to sleep and not hear me inter the house, she was not going to get away with killing my Good Uncle Fred I would see to that . Rage and anger filled my heart and sleep never come to me the whole rest of the night. I never told maw or paw a thing about what had happen last night , I made my mind up to ride into Muddy Fork and talk to the sheriff and tell him about this , I was going to keep them two from getting the farm and avenge the murder of my beloved Uncle Fred, Morning come and maw got up early and prepared breakfast .and she woke up pretty Martha to eat and I found myself setting eating breakfast with a pretty brown eyed killer. Evil was lurking inside my heart , should I kill the two of them tonight at their late night visit ? Or should I ride in to Muddy Fork and tell the sheriff about this , I desisted to do the latter, After doing the morning chores around the place I saddled my horse and rode into Muddy Fork, and went to the small sheriff building and told him of what I had heard and seen last night, he told me that the best thing to do was that him and me hide in the thicket and ketch them maybe they will discuss Fred death and if we both hear them I can charge the two with murder, sheriff black new I was no liar and that my words was true and he never, questioned my story. We agreed about our secret meeting and he said he would ride part way to our place and tie his horse a good ways for the graveyard point and walk in real late and I told him there about where I would be hiding , I was hopeing that our plan never failed , it would be a shame for them two to get away with killing such a person as my poor old humble Uncle Fred. I was sure hoping things worked out as me and the sheriff planned, it seemed like time had stopped today I was so anxious that night would come , and threw much waiting night fell again, it must of been about ten o clock when we all bedded down , and I would wait till the wee hours of the morning for any noise that I heard of her slipping out. It must of been about two thirty in the morning when I got a faint sound of her slipping out, I waited for her to get a far peace off before I got up . I had went to bed with my clothes on so I would not have to go to the trouble of dressing, I went off into the night and took the same route I had taken on the night before and sure enough and I found the sheriff right where I had told him to hide, Martha done as she had before waited at the grace mound by uncle Fred grave , me and the sheriff was careful not to make a sound that would give our position away , then from the tree line on the other side of the graveyard come the tall handsome stranger , he walks up two her just like he did the night before and they start that love talk and embracing like to shakes wrapped around each other, it was sickening , after a long hard kiss between them when they had come up for air, the most beautiful words that could have stopped the silence of the night, these were the word from Pretty Martha lips , are you glad I poisoned that bastard she blurt, now we have each other and some money and the best farm in these parts she Bragg”then as a copperhead shake would strike a man Sheriff North shouted , don't run your both under arrest for murder, they froze like lighting had struck the two of them knowing they had been caught and heard, Sheriff north held his forty four pistol on the two and then put handcuffs on the handsome tall stranger and I and the sheriff followed them off the graveyard point, It will be a pleasure to .see you all hang by your necks till your both dead Sheriff North said” poisoning my good neighbor Fred whom I known many years and to think anyone could be so wicked and cruel is beyond my understanding, he adds” when we reach the shack sheriff held them at bay till I woke up Maw and Paw and they was astonished at what had happen and was much surprised at all this, and when mammy got to her senses she tried making lunges at the two of them and she went to shouting why did you have to kill my bother over and over she repeated, I helped the sheriff tote the two , into our township and they were lodged in our little county as was going back toward home there went to blowing calm like breeze , and I declare I would have swore I heard the voice of Uncle Fred in the breeze saying thanks son for what you have done to avenge my death,, Well things turned out as well as could be expected im thinking , Fred farm fell to mammy , and his saving when to the up keep of our graveyard where he now rest in peace, I shall miss his friendly face and his laughing and his bragging about catching bigger fish than mine, funny how things can turn out , if Fred had not of being taken in by this lovely woman he would still be alive , yes things want ever be the same around here without Uncle Fred, but well press on till we meet him again on the other side of Glory Tweet
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