Than Elderberry Wine
The Shadows That Haunted Him
On the days when the winter wind tore and
screamed about their house. To step out the door was when a person could
be at the mercy of its force. It might rip the entry door right out of
Zonas hand with a sudden roughness that was not to be controlled. If she
did not have her scarf tied with the most care then it was easily jerked
from her head almost as if a small boy had reached up and playfully
snapped it away. She necessarily had to carry water into the house and
this was when the wind used the bucket like a pendulum, swinging it to and
fro, all-the-while, dousing her long skirt. Zonas balance was harder to
maintain, too, because the weight of the baby she was carrying threw her
They were determined to live the winter in the
confines of their home. Johns family all had spread out over the state
and so much sorrow around them worked on his mind. His Dad and Mother
passed away. He had a brother shot and killed in Independence, Kansas.
Dora, his sister, died in a terrible tragedy and suffered the most severe
pain from her injuries before death. Her daughter was only sixteen and
died six months later. Lottie, widow of his brother, took their little son
to Texas, remarried and left the child to strangers. John walked all the
way to the town in Texas and carried the boy back on his shoulders. Why he
walked was a questionable thing when they certainly had horses. Maybe the
rough country caused him to be cautious about calling attention to
himself. All of it was too much for him. On occasion he took off and went
to town for a time, away from the shadows that haunted him.
John, I wish you wouldnt go into town
tonight. Zona was pleading with him to stay home. Its awfully lonely
here without you.
Jims bringing his old lady over here. She is
sick and needs some help with her baby. Jim is going with me to town.
John wasnt backing down on his plans.
Ill probably be up all night walking the
baby, Zona wasnt happy with the arrangement.
As it turned out the baby slept most of the
night but Zona still couldnt rest because the childs mother was so sick.
Sometimes during the night she heard rustling sounds in the tack room. The
person never made an attempt to come on in the house so Zona could do
nothing but ignore whoever or whatever was out there.
Exhausted and foggy headed she was still up
and out of bed early, as usual, and had biscuits in the oven with a pot
coffee on top of the stove. John was suddenly standing in the door way.
From his looks she knew something was not right.
Somethings wrong? What is it?" Zona was
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