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Stanley Mcqueen

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Linda Lou is being courted by "Sir William" a rich young man. When he walks her home from a church meeting one day, Pa claims that his father stole part of his moonshine whiskey years ago. If he wants to court Linda Lou, he will have to pay a high price for the privilege. A Muddy Fork Short Story

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

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Stanley Mcqueen

Sir William Gets Married

A Short Story

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Sir William Gets Married

I was sitting under a shade tree watching Pa plowing corn on the ridge beside our shack one hot July day. All of a sudden, something real strange happened. He stopped the mule and came running down the ridge towards the shack. I thought a snake must have bitten him or something.

He saw me in the yard and shouted, "Son, get my shot gun that's hanging over the mantle, and hurry."

"What's wrong?" I asked, wondering why he seemed so excited. He stumbled and fell on some old roots as he ran, but was up in a flash.

Meanwhile, I raced inside the shack and got Pa his old rusty shot gun. I hurried back outside and handed it to him.

"Where are the shells?" he asked.

"I never thought to bring shells," I said. "And you never said to bring them," I added.

"Well, go fetch me a shell or two, son," he ordered, and I rushed back to the shack and got five shells that were lying on the mantelpiece over the fireplace.

Back out in the yard I ran, and gave Pa a handful of shotgun shells.

"What's wrong?" I asked again, as Pa gazed towards the old wagon road.

"Son, don’t ask so many questions. Just look at what's coming down the road and you'll see what's wrong," he said.

I looked down the wagon road that comes to our house and I saw a tall man approaching, accompanied by a shorter man. The tall one was dressed in a tailored suit of clothes, but his companion was wearing work clothes. When they got close to where Pa and I were standing, Pa pointed the old shot gun at the two of them and told them to stop in their tracks.

"What's the meaning of this?" asked the tall, well-dressed man. "Why are you pointing a shotgun at me and my friend?"