She was so tired and felt like she might keel over at any moment. Her whole body hurt and it seemed that her legs were just one scratch after another. At least it was better now that she could see where she was walking. But she feared someone would see her, and she didn't know if she would have the energy to run. Fear. Was it fear? She didn't know any more. She just wanted to survive.
She let her mind wander back, for just one moment. She felt like the tiny calf last winter that she found lost and alone in the wood pasture. It had been crying and was covered in mud and scratches from trying to find its mother. But the mother was dead. So she had taken the calf home, washed it off and nursed it back to health. She longed for someone to come and take her home and care for her... But that seemed to be were the similarities in their stories stopped. She no longer had a home. She had no where to go. She had no one. Not any more.
She walked all day. Sticking close to the woods and stopping to drink from the creek frequently. It was hot now and her belly was starting the sound like a mad bear. But she just kept walking. She was heading west, that much she knew. She figured she would just keep following the creek. But as the day drug on she wondered more and more where she would go. She didn't want to spend another night alone in the woods. As a young girl her mama had always told her she was never alone. God was always with her. She had believed that, she had prayed, read the Bible and sung hymns. But now she was't so sure God was even there. And if He was, she was pretty sure He didn't care about her or have time to be there in the woods with her.
Mama had always said God would provide and take care of them. She had said over and over that God had blessed them so much. But those things must not be true. If God was like her mama said, then why was her family dead, her home gone and she was starving and alone in the woods with no where to go? No, she thought, even if God was real, she didn't want to talk to Him. If He didn't save her family He wouldn't help her now. And with her mind made up she trudged on. Alone. Maybe if she got far enough away she could find a town and a job. She didn't care. In fact, she was wondering now why she was trying so hard to survive... What was the point?
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Mindy struggled to get her old fingers to curl around the last egg gently enough to pick it up. Turning towards the chicken house door she slowly hobbled along, stopping every few steps for a break. Her joints seemed to creek just as bad as the rusty old door that she pushed shut to protect her hens from predators. Last week a fox had come, in the middle of the day, and made a meal of one of her girls. Her gun had been ready as always, but swinging it up to her shoulder and squinting her old eyes to see had given the sly critter more then enough time to flee. Warren had been in the barn, like he was now, working on a new saddle. She worried about him. She knew his fingers where just as bad as hers, but he never complained, and just worked harder to fill orders. The demand for his intricate yet functional saddles continued to grow. Cowboys from across the state were coming to Warren for their own custom saddles and spreading the word. She wondered how much longer they could keep going. But with those thoughts she stopped and thanked God for all He had blessed them with and received peace knowing He would continue to provide.
Off to the west a storm was building, the dark thunder could rising high. Mindy kept an eye on it as she fed the goats and carried water inside for washing dishes. The trees behind the house had started rustling and rattling and dust clouds jumped up here and there across the freshly harvested wheat field. Mindy had seen many bad storms come across the prairie, enough to know this one was packing a punch. Mindy closed the two cabin windows and struggled to lift the heavy boards into the wooden notches. Warren had built these notches into the walls to secure the windows shut in storms like this. Next she checked the yard and area around the barn for any lose objects. She yanked on the chicken coop door one more time to make sure it was not going to fly open and headed for the barn.
The barn was small and simple, like everything on the farm. It too was built for surviving storms. Warren was bent over his work bench punching small holes into a thick piece of leather with his favorite awl. Mindy had got the awl for him on his 60th birthday. She had to send away to a company in the east, and impatiently waited, praying it would come on time. Thankfully the package had been waiting in town when they made their monthly trip for supplies. Warren had almost cried realizing how much thought she had put into choosing and ordering the simple yet important tool. That had been over ten years ago.
"How's it looking out there?" Warrens deep voice drawled, bringing her back from her memories. "'bout as good as it sounds," replied Mindy as thunder growled closer. Warren looked up and glanced past Mindy to catch a peak at the sky. That color said a lot. Together they packed up the leather into the large wooden boxes under the work bench. It was important to keep the leather from getting wet and the barn roof often leaked.
Warren and Mindy stepped outside the barn holding hands, Mindy smiled, the only reason they survived so many storms out in this rugged land was by holding hands. The simple gesture, that couples often lost after the first few years, was a reminder that together they were stronger. But most of all, it was God who joined those hands together who was the real reason they made it through life.
The rain had started, slow at first, but then pounding down harder and harder as the storm rolled in. Inside the dark cabin the old couple had to almost yell to be heard. The wind beat the rain at the sides and roof of the cabin and howled around every edge it could find. Suddenly the sound changed and it became impossible to talk over the violent hail. The good news was storms like this never lasted long. But both occupants in the tiny vulnerable cabin had already switched their thoughts to how much damage there might be to repair.
Off to the west a storm was building, the dark thunder could rising high. Mindy kept an eye on it as she fed the goats and carried water inside for washing dishes. The trees behind the house had started rustling and rattling and dust clouds jumped up here and there across the freshly harvested wheat field. Mindy had seen many bad storms come across the prairie, enough to know this one was packing a punch. Mindy closed the two cabin windows and struggled to lift the heavy boards into the wooden notches. Warren had built these notches into the walls to secure the windows shut in storms like this. Next she checked the yard and area around the barn for any lose objects. She yanked on the chicken coop door one more time to make sure it was not going to fly open and headed for the barn.
The barn was small and simple, like everything on the farm. It too was built for surviving storms. Warren was bent over his work bench punching small holes into a thick piece of leather with his favorite awl. Mindy had got the awl for him on his 60th birthday. She had to send away to a company in the east, and impatiently waited, praying it would come on time. Thankfully the package had been waiting in town when they made their monthly trip for supplies. Warren had almost cried realizing how much thought she had put into choosing and ordering the simple yet important tool. That had been over ten years ago.
"How's it looking out there?" Warrens deep voice drawled, bringing her back from her memories. "'bout as good as it sounds," replied Mindy as thunder growled closer. Warren looked up and glanced past Mindy to catch a peak at the sky. That color said a lot. Together they packed up the leather into the large wooden boxes under the work bench. It was important to keep the leather from getting wet and the barn roof often leaked.
Warren and Mindy stepped outside the barn holding hands, Mindy smiled, the only reason they survived so many storms out in this rugged land was by holding hands. The simple gesture, that couples often lost after the first few years, was a reminder that together they were stronger. But most of all, it was God who joined those hands together who was the real reason they made it through life.
The rain had started, slow at first, but then pounding down harder and harder as the storm rolled in. Inside the dark cabin the old couple had to almost yell to be heard. The wind beat the rain at the sides and roof of the cabin and howled around every edge it could find. Suddenly the sound changed and it became impossible to talk over the violent hail. The good news was storms like this never lasted long. But both occupants in the tiny vulnerable cabin had already switched their thoughts to how much damage there might be to repair.
To be continued...
Come back next week for Chapter 2.
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