Prairie Cowboy. Linda Ford

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      Rachael had no reason to linger and yet she did. Tiny bubbles of apprehension skittered along Virnie’s nerves and she shivered. Was there a reason Rachael did not want to go home? Was Conor hurting her physically and Rachael wanted to tell Virnie but didn’t know how? “Is there something wrong at home that you don’t want to go there?”

      Rachael shot her a surprised look. “Not at home.”

      Relief warmed Virnie’s veins. Somehow she found it difficult to contemplate an abusive Conor. “Then what’s wrong?”

      Rachael hung her head and studied her toes.

      Virnie caught the girl’s chin and forced her to face Virnie. She kept her voice soft even though tension made her feel brittle inside. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

      Rachael scrubbed her lips together as she considered Virnie. Finally, her dark brown eyes wide, she whispered, “I don’t want to walk home.”

      “But why? Haven’t you done it lots of times before?”

      Rachael shrugged and pulled away. “It’s nothing.”

      “No. Something is bothering you. Tell me what it is and maybe I can help.”

      “You can’t do nothing.”

      She ignored the poor grammar. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”

      Rachael shuddered. “It’s Faulks’ dog.” The child’s fear beat like something alive.

      But Virnie wasn’t getting any closer to what bothered Rachael. “Who are the Faulks?”

      “They live on my way home.”

      “Ahh. So you pass their place and you’re afraid of the dog?”

      Rachael shot her head up and gave Virnie a defiant look. “I’m not scared.” But her eyes said she was.

      Virnie made up her mind to see if the fear was legitimate or not. But she sensed she would offend Rachael if she made her plan obvious. “Rachael, I’m planning to visit all of my students’ homes. This afternoon would be a good time for me to visit you. Would you mind if I walk home with you?”

      Tension drained out of the child so quickly she swayed. “That would be nice.”

      Virnie closed the windows and the door then followed Rachael outside. They walked along the dusty road. The day was warm with a breeze that kept it from being unbearable. The sky was so blue that if Virnie lifted her head she could feel like she walked into a vast flat lake. Birds lifted from the yellow blades of grass as they passed, calling out a warning as they flew away.

      Rachael skipped along beside her, chattering about all sorts of things until they had gone a mile and she slowed drastically. A house stood on a rise of land a few hundred feet away.

      Virnie made a few quick assumptions. “This must be where the Faulks live.”

      “Shh. If we’re really quiet maybe the dog won’t hear us.” Rachael tiptoed at the far edge of the road.

      Virnie abandoned the middle of the road in favor of the side as well, not sure what she faced but certain of Rachael’s fear. Surely, she consoled herself, no one would keep a dog that threatened a child. Surely, Rachael’s fears were unfounded.

      A snarling black shape bowled toward them.

      Virnie’s heart clamored up her throat. This was the dog Rachael feared and for good reason. He barreled toward them like a freight train. Virnie backed away, her mouth suddenly as dry as the dust at their feet.

      Rachael grabbed Virnie’s skirt and pressed close to her back. “It’s him. He’s going to get us.”

      Something fierce and hot surged through Virnie. “No, he’s not.” She faced the attacking dog, now within twenty feet of the road. “Stop,” she yelled with all the authority she could muster. “Stop.”

      The dog didn’t slow down one iota.

      “Don’t move,” she told Rachael though she wondered if either of them could force their limbs to run.

      She lowered her voice to her deepest tones. “Stop.”

      A distant voice called, “Tictoc, you get back here right now, hear.”

      The dog slowed slightly.

      Virnie tore her gaze from the approaching menace to the house. A plump woman stood on the step waving a broom.

      “Tictoc, don’t you make me come after you.” The woman banged the broom against the wall.

      The dog stopped, still growling, still considering whether he wanted to continue his attack or obey the cross mistress.

      “Tictoc, I’m warning you. Get back here. Now.” Another solid whack with the broom.

      The dog edged backward, clearly wanting to complete what he had started. But another whack of the broom made him turn and slink away. Virnie stared as he skittered past the house and disappeared under a nearby fence.

      The danger was over but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Her lungs seemed to have forgotten their job was to provide oxygen to her body. Her brain remained in shocked numbness.

      “He’s gone,” Rachael whispered. “Let’s go.”

      Virnie’s breath escaped in a loud whoosh and she leaned forward as she sucked in air. She must not let Rachael know how frightened she’d been. Sudden anger pushed her fear into distant corners. “Does that dog threaten you every time you walk by?”

      “If he’s here. He belongs to Devin Faulk. He’s their son. He has a farm south of here and takes the dog with him. I like it when he’s not here.”

      Virnie started to giggle. She knew it was a mixture of relief and anger. “Tictoc? What sort of name is that for a dog?” She tried to control her giggles but couldn’t.

      Rachael stared at her and blinked, then her eyes sparkled. “Tictoc like a clock.” For some reason the little rhyme amused them both immensely and they giggled like mad.

      They continued toward the Russell home.

      “That’s my house,” Rachael said with obvious pride, pausing to let Virnie have a good look.

      Virnie saw a low house of moderate size and felt an instant sense of relief. At least Rachael didn’t live in one of those tarpaper shacks some of the settlers had for a dwelling, nor in a sod shanty. The wood had not been painted but it looked a substantial enough place. To one side were pens for the animals and a sod-roofed building she took for the barn. A small pen housed chickens and another fenced area indicated what might have been a garden. Some buckets lay scattered along the garden fence. Rags were caught along another fence. Apart from the general air of untidiness, it seemed to promise a solid future. Virnie stood several minutes taking it all in, trying to confine her feelings to how this affected Rachael but she couldn’t stop a trickle of memories. She enjoyed hours with her brother, Miles, at a farm. One bigger and more developed than this one, but seeing the pens and the barn brought СКАЧАТЬ