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“So,” he said, as he mimicked her actions. He linked his fingers over his
stomach and scooted down a little more than she did. “Ahhh,” he whispered.
“Your family sure works hard.”
Annie giggled. “They do, don’t they?”
“So, tell me, Miss Annie, what all do you do? Besides work in the
fields.”
“Well, I went to school, first off, but I’m all finished now.”
“Really?” he asked with surprise. “How old are you anyway?”
“I’ll be seventeen at the end of the month. Mama’s going to make me a
chocolate cake. She’s been saving the tin of cocoa powder to do one for me.”
“Seventeen? You look twelve,” he said with a teasing sound in his voice.
Annie used her right hand to reach across her own body to punch him on
the arm. “You’re mean,” she said and laughed. “Why do you think I look twelve?”
“Because you have braids and you’re little.”
“Oh. Well, I have two dresses, and they’re made for a woman, not a girl.”
“Is that right, missy? Tell me about your two dresses.”
“One is made from flour sacks. It has pink and blue flowers and is quite
plain. It’s my town dress. The other one is of bleached muslin, but Mama put
lace around the collar. It has pretty, white buttons down the front, and I have
two different sashes, a pink one, and a blue one. They’re made of sateen
ribbon. I wanted a red sash, but Papa wouldn’t allow it. Said young women
shouldn’t wear red. But I like red.”
“Well, both your dresses sound very pretty.”
“What about you, Max? You talk more citified than country. Like you had
more schooling than secondary. Did you, Max? Go to a college?”
“Umm, well, yes, I did. I went to the university down in Houston. When
the big storm hit, I was looking for a job.”
Annie leaned forward and turned sideways a little to see his face. “A job
doing what?”
“Not really sure,” he said with a dismissive tone to his voice. “I guess
I’m not finished wandering just yet. Now, I’m glad, because I came here and met
a pretty little girl.”
Grumbling, she moved back to her original position. “I wish you’d stop
calling me ‘little girl’ and ‘missy.’ My name is Annie, and I’m near grown.
Most of the girls my age are already married and a couple of them have babies.”
“But you? Have you ever had a beau?”
She shook her head and picked at bits of straw on the ground. “Nope.
Well, there was Otto Schneider, but I decided in the end that I didn’t want him
forever. Oh, he was funny and good, but I couldn’t see living with him. So, I’m
stuck, I guess. Not too many young men around. Anyway, he married Caroline
Fletcher.”
“I think you ought to go on back to the house,” Max said very softly.
“You’ve been out here too long as it is.”
“Oh, I suppose I should,” she said with a sigh.
Max stood first, grasped Annie’s hands, and pulled her to her feet.
“There you go, Annie.”
Annie didn’t move, and she noticed that Max didn’t either. So, they stood
together in the almost dark barn, close together, faces near, and Annie could
feel his warm breath on her forehead.
Max placed his hands on her shoulders and very gently turned her toward
the door. He leaned forward and with her back to him, whispered into her ear.
“Goodnight, sweet Annie girl. Sleep tight. Now, go.” And he gave her a little
push.
***
Alone once more in the barn, Max walked to the far end where a kerosene
lantern sat on the floor. All eight of Grover’s horses and both his mules
stayed outside in the corral tonight, so he had the barn to himself. He found a
tin of matches on an up-turned bucket next to the lantern. He struck one match
and lit the lamp, but turned it as low as he could. Max used the upside down
bucket to sit on and threw the matches on the floor.
From inside his shirt, he reached into a spare pocket and pulled out a
small tablet wrapped in oilcloth. He had a stub of a pencil there, also, and he
studied the lead, close to worn down. But he decided to write just a little and
sharpen it later with his one good possession, a pocketknife.
He began to write.
M. Delano Landry, News Reporter, Houston Herald
North Texas
LABOR UNION INTENT ON ORGANIZING
COAL MINERS
Tensions ran high during a September
10 meeting of the coal miners. A majority coalition of the Italians and Polish
were pro-unionization, but a segment of the Irish, English, and Negroes were
against the proposal. Union Organizers have held secret meetings with the
majority because the North Texas Coal Mining Company has forcibly denied
organizers entrance by posting armed guards inside the barbed wire fence that
completely surrounds the company town.
A fight erupted after the meeting
when the minority group loudly voiced its opposition. The miners from both
sides threw racial slurs about. When the owners sent in security guards, the
violence increased, resulting in the death of one guard.
The lantern began to flicker. Max thought he had a good beginning to his
article, so he doused the lantern flame, stood, and placed the matches where
they had been. Besides, he was bone-tired, and tomorrow promised to be another
hard day. At least here at the McGinnis farm, he enjoyed good food.
His looming problem now was the possibility of lawmen looking for him. Max
felt correct in thinking he had been the only man to leave the town. If he were
the law himself, he would most likely go after the runaway. Maybe he should
keep on moving. The longer he stayed in one place, the more likely they would
find him.
On the other hand, the entire episode could already be over. Possibly, the
judge ruled the death accidental and the owners would leave it at that. Maybe.
Max knew he was under obligation to the paper to write the article, and
to finish it or write another, he would need to learn the outcome, one way, or
another.
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