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The town miscreant, Clovis Pruitt, is in jail again, but this time he got local farmer, Denver Peabody, arrested along with him. The whole town of Muddy Fork is in an uproar over the trial, wondering how the judge is going to rule. Who knew you couldn't trade a gal for a cow?
A Muddy Fork Short Story.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Pa sat in his big rocking chair, a pipe dangling from his mouth, with Ma and I sitting next to him on the porch. “I have some news to tell the both of you,” Pa said. “I found out just yesterday that Sheriff Westbrook has arrested Clovis Pruitt and Denver Peabody. Talk around town is that Clovis traded an old jersey cow for one of Denver’s daughters, and both of them were arrested and are going to have a trial by jury in about two weeks.
Ma looked astonished at what Pa has just revealed. “Well Clovis got cheated, them daughters of Denver is the ugliest women in these parts, every one of them looks like their uncle, Bill ‘Bulldog’ Peabody. I don’t see a bit of harm in Clovis swapping a cow for one of them gals, but I sure hope Clovis got some extra boot on the trade,” Mammy said and laughed.
“It’s no laughing matter,” blurted Pa. “They could go to prison for a long time from doing such a deed!” Pa declared.
“What I have always wondered is how old man Peabody and his wife, Bess, feed them six grown daughters, when neither one of them was ever courted by any man here in Muddy Fork. That old shack that they live in is small in the first place, I bet they are butting heads in there quite often,” Mammy said, “since it’s not big enough for the lot of them.”
“I sure won’t miss that trial,” Pa said, refilling his pipe, “’cause maybe with a conviction we can get rid of one Pruitt. But knowing Muddy Fork luck he won’t be convicted.”
Mammy lit a match for Pa and said, “Old Clovis ain’t very smart, but he not such a bad sort. Don’t you recall the last time he was arrested for stealing a mule? He was just tryin’ to find the mule’s rightful owner and, in the end, was found not guilty and given a fifty dollar reward for finding that mule.” Pa leaned back in his chair. “Well you’re right, but that was the first good deed I ever knew him to do,” he replied.