Big Toby Finds Love E-Book

Stanley Mcqueen

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

Big Toby has a heart as big as a saw log and a appetite as big as he is. He meets the niece of his boss who is visiting from Ohio. She has come to Muddy Fork, Kentucky to see how folks live. Big Toby got the privilege of showing her around the country side and the two fall head over heels in love. Both are quit large and the two discover that true love comes in all sizes. "A Muddy Fork Short Story"

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Stanley McQueen

Big Toby Finds Love

I dedicate this book to all short story readers from all walks of life.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Big Toby Finds Love

Living along the sloped ridges of Muddy Fork county and riding a mule almost two miles to work at the Little Fox Sawmill is quite a chore. Riding back at five in the evening to help Pa with his tobacco and corn crops in the summer just about has me worn thin as a dime. Being a sharecropper’s son, the only one borne to my folks, and being the ripe old age of twenty-one and not yet wed, is quite disturbing, especially since most young men my age have already found a mate and settled down to farming like everyone else.

I never mentioned my name, did I? I’m called Big Toby, mostly because I’m a huge man. I weigh nearly three hundred pounds, and there is not a man in the county that will tackle me in a fight. I carry my weight around here and hardly ever have any trouble getting along with folks. Do you know any man who has to have eight big fried chicken eggs to fill his craw? Ma keeps chickens and plenty of them because she knows that without them she could not feed a fellow such as me.

Pa says that he never see the beat of a fellow eating almost a dozen eggs every morning before going to work at the sawmill. I figure that’s why none of these Muddy Fork neighbor gals won’t ever take a look at a big sort like me. Can’t say I blame them for not sparking to me. I guess with one look they’d say, “I can’t cook enough for that rascal,” and that throws a cog in the wagon wheel.

I figured I would just keep on living under Ma and Pa’s roof and accept my fate. Yesterday, while I was working, there came a stage coach around the wagon road, and it stopped at the mouth of the sawmill. Out got the biggest woman I have ever seen. She carried an umbrella and was wearing city duds. I found out later she was old man Moore’s granddaughter and had come to the mountain to visit for a spell.