|Crazy Martin meet God (standard:adventure, 1194 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Dec 29 2009||Views/Reads: 2025/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
Crazy Martin meets God If you was ever in Muddy fork you would see the ridges are dotted with small crude logs shack, folks who live around here are poor corn farmers, it's a pretty place the timber is tall and think and its green in the summer and neighbors are kind and help each other every way they can, we all learn that from Rev Bishop who pastors the little good chapel church that sets at the base of little fox mountain, ever Sunday folks come and worship , and listen to Rev Bishop bring the Sunday message. One old man that lives near the church is a little crippled in his head, paw said he was off his rocker some, he lives all along and folks from the church help sort of watching over him and his special needs, Him being off in his head and all people feel sorry for him. His name is Martin Webb., his old shack is made of cull sawmill board , that he got from the scrap pile at the little sawmill that sets down near the church house, Rev Bishop pays him to carry fire wood to the church in the winter, and he help sweep up the church cut the grass in the summer time, and the church pays him for his work, People are always giving him food and clothes that they are going to get rid of when they get new ones . Last week I meet old martin coming down the ridge I was headed off hunting squirrels. He seen me and come to talk as he usually does. Howdy their Bob he says a big howdy, howdy I say back , and his eyes is big with excitement . What are you so alarmed about and looking so excited I asked him? Well Bob you ant going to believe me if I tell you he said getting his breath hard from his excitement. I meet God up the road a peace back he said,” meet God I say, repeated . Yes sir Bob he come right out of the timber line and walked right up to me and spoke to me a big howdy .. His eyes were that of a child on Christmas morning ,, I never knew God to meet a man on the wagon road I declared ! What did he say to you ask going along with his big tale, w Well he told me I was doing a good Job taking care of his church house, and told me that the place around the little goose chapel church house look good to him, and patted me right on the shoulder, he said” I tell you Bob his face was as bright as the sun shine on peace of new tin. I had to look at the ground while he was talking to me he added,!! He told me something about you too Bob he said” about me I muttered , yes he told me you was struck on Willie cob wife , he said” then something hit a nerve I was struck on Willie pretty wife and I was the only one to know that in these parts . Did this half crazy man really talk to God now I was wondering, at first I was just going along with him because he was always having crazy talk, but not I was scared of what he might tell me next, And you know what else he told me he asked ? No how could I know I never was with you today while the lord was gabbing with you, well Rev Bishop takes a snort of whiskey now and then, he told me smiling, but God said he was going to give his a whopping for that he added!! He filled me in on all that is going on around here and I never even asked him about nobody he said smiling' you know that little gal that is going to have a baby down at the foothills , God told me who the daddy of it is, he said” who , I asked ? You are Bob me I said “ yes and your going to have to marry her or be shot by her pappy said laughing at me staring at my now pale face, God said when her paw finds out he is going to be gunning for you and God said she is getting bigger with the child ever day,... mercy sakes alive things were fine when I got up to go squirrel hunting and now I meet old crazy martin and he filling me in on my sins, and maybe my funeral ...did he say anything about anyone else that attends little goose chapel church I asked? One more fellow he did mention and his name is Tim , Tim has been making whiskey and hiding it under the church house ,, and selling it off the back of his mule on the week days ,, you mean that deacon named Tim who rev bishop made a deacon is a whiskey peddler I said are you sure about that I added/ that what God told me is all I know he answered!! Now Martin don't you go and tell folks what the lord told you or me and old Tim will be in a lot of trouble ok I said: oh I want tell if you give me a few dollars , so I can buy some chewing tobacco down at the trade store sure here is three dollars go and get you some tobacco and be sure you don't tell what God told you about me and Tim, I tell him, ok he said and walked on down the road and disappeared into the woodland. How on earth did this man know less he talked to God, I went on to a squirrel hunting and could not get my mind off what had taken place today .. Why would God pick a crazy man and tell him about my sins, it was beyond my knowing, but I knew one thing I was going marry that gal I had made to have a baby and stay alive , and to get unstuck on Willie Bob wife, and from now on I am going to be mighty careful what I do around here , because old Crazy Martin may meet up with God again, it was costing me three dollars a week from sawmill wages but was well worth it being the case it was, sometimes I do wonder if old martin might have been spying on me and Tim and just make up like the lord had told him about what we was doing, but I was not going to take that chance , either way...in about three month I will either be shot or married,... and I rather take the latter than the first.. Anyway she is a fair looking woman any how ,, and being a live paw is better than a dead single man, like my old grandma use to say all is well than end well....the end Tweet
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