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Hello and Welcome to my portion of Tuesday Tales-
this week the word prompt is savage and I'm continuing Maverick Creek
In the far corner of the stall, Anora curled up on the scratchy hay trying to make herself smaller. Closing her eyes, she wished she could be invisible. Once Andy got his hands on her, and she was certain he would, he’d kill her this time. A savage beating wasn’t going to be enough for him. Her body shook as her heart beat wildly. Why didn’t she just go with him instead of letting Maverick fight her battle?
His footsteps grew louder and she sat up and pulled herself together. If she had learned anything these last few years, it was never to show weakness or fear. There were plenty of times she couldn’t help it but it was always best to act indifferent.
“Anora? You okay?” The stall gate swung open and he entered the stall, his blue eyes full of questions.
“Yes, of course. Thank you for what you did but I know if I don’t return he’s going to do something I’ll regret. I should have come out when I heard his voice instead of hiding like a coward.”
Maverick offered his hand and pulled her out of the hay. “You’re not a coward. Let’s go back to the house.”
She followed him to the house, her mind whirling. She had to go back, it was either her or her family and they probably already thought her dead. The last time she’d seen her mother was three years ago on TV begging for information about her missing daughter. At the time, it had given her hope of being rescued but now… Andy never allowed her to watch TV again.
She was in the spot she’d been praying for, free from Andy but she wasn’t really free. The chains had been removed but it felt as though they were tighter than ever. Her family was in danger.
“I’ll just call the sheriff.”
She grabbed the back of his denim jacket and tugged on it. “No, please. I can’t have the police involved.”
Maverick turned and stared at her with his piercing blue eyes. “No police? Why because he owns you?”
Her face heated but her stare didn’t waver. “Yes, and other things, things I can’t talk about. It was wrong of me to leave him and now it’s time for me to admit my mistake and go back.”
“Why don’t we go inside and you can call him and explain to him that need a break from him and you’ll be working for me. It’ll give him time to cool off.” He continued to walk into the house and she followed right behind.
“I don’t know his number.”
“His phone number? What’s your home number you can call and leave him a message.” He led her to the living room and sat her down on a light blue velvet chair. The whole room was soft in color and texture with a white couch and two more blue velvet chairs. It didn’t fit him at all.
He handed her the phone and all she could do was stare at it. She’d longed for access to a phone since forever and now she had one in her hands. The need to protect her parents and sister were greater than her need to protect herself. She shrugged. “I don’t know the number. We don’t have a phone in the house. Andy had his own phone, it’s always been that way.”
His eyebrows shot up and she knew he thought her from another planet. She was going to have to come up with better explanations.
“Our phone got turned off. Andy needs his for work.”
He took the phone from her. “Why do I get the feeling there is a whole lot you’re not telling me?”
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Maverick squinted his eyes against the glaring sun bouncing off the new snow trying to follow her footsteps. Anora surprised the heck out of him when she ran out the front door and since she already had her shoes on she had a head start. The land was fairly flat but there was no sign of her as he scanned the horizon.
The only place she could be was the barn. He shouldn’t have overplayed his hand and told her he was going to chat with her husband. Belle always said he was stubborn and hardheaded and she was right. He never could let things be and now he had a frightened girl running around in the cold.
He needed a smack to the head. How was he going to convince her to go back into the house with him? Opening the door he nodded to one of his hired hands who gestured where Anora was hiding, then left.
“Look I’m sorry. You’re right it’s not my business and I never meant to make you run from me.” He walked slowly and quietly down the long row of stalls stopping in front of the one painted with a lemon-yellow sun on the door. Belle had caught hell from their father over her it but the old man never had it painted over.
“Anora I promise you’ll be safe with me and I won’t ask you any more questions. It’s cold out here.” He hoped his voice sounded gentle but he wasn’t used to gentle.
“I don’t know what to do.” The distress in her voice tore through him.
Finally he heard the rustling of hay and he saw her head as she walked to the stall door. Hay covered her, stuck in her hair, and he fought the urge to smile. Her blue eyes were wide and her bottom lip looked a bit raw as if she’d been biting it.
Maverick offered his hand and she was just about to take it when they heard a truck door slam. Running back into the stall, Anora hid again.
He was about to try to cajole her out again when the door opened and Andy Garrity stepped inside. Maverick took a step away from the stall and stared Andy down.
“I heard tell me wife is here. I’ve come to take her back home.”
Maverick grinned. “You have balls coming here. Need a horse?”
Andy’s face turned a bright shade of red. “I don’t need any damn horse.”
“Oh really? What about the other night when you tried to steal one of mine?”
“Listen mister you get my wife right now.”
“Or what? Tell you how this is going to play out. You are going to get your sorry ass off my property before I kick some sense into you then call the police.” He enjoyed watching Andy squirm like the worm he was.
“Where is my wife?” He took a menacing step toward Maverick.
“Well, I warned you.” Maverick strode down toward the front of the barn and before he was even half way, Andy turned and ran. The sound of the truck engine gunning as it drove away was satisfying. He was much smaller than he imagined but monsters came in all sizes.
Whether Anora wanted it or not, she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
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Welcome- this week the word is HUG
A more frightened filly, he’s never seen. When she turned around her dark blue eyes widened and her mouth gaped.
“Where were you planning to go?”
“I really don’t know but I don’t to be your problem. My husband is bound to find out where I am and when he does… I don’t want you to be in danger. Plus he has the right to take me.” Folding her arms in front of her, she stared at his well-worn boots.
Maverick’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean he has a right to take you?”
“He’s my husband, I belong to him.” Her voice shook.
“He’s been feeding you a bunch of malarkey. And you believe him? How long have you been married?” He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
“Three years I think. I’m not really sure.” This time she looked him in the eye.
He didn’t know what to think. “How old are you?”
Anora hesitated. “I’m twenty-five.”
“No seriously how old are you?”
Her gaze fell to his boots again and she shuffled her feet before finally answering. “I’m almost twenty.”
He wasn’t sure she was telling him the truth. “Come on let’s get some breakfast.” He turned and headed toward the kitchen and smiled when he heard her footsteps behind him.
“Sit down I’ll bring it over.”
Her bewildered expression was another red flag. Something about her wasn’t right.
“Go ahead and sit. Cream or sugar?”
“Just coffee please.”
“Did you grow up in a different country?”
Her posture became rigid as she drew her mouth into a straight line. “No.” She stared at him, waiting for the next question, shifting in her chair.
Making her uncomfortable wasn’t his goal. The poor girl needed a hug not an inquisition. “I have donuts. I don’t cook much.”
“Donuts are fine.”
He put the box on the table, grabbed their coffee mugs and sat down at the kitchen table across from Anora. “Who told you that you belong to your husband? Is it part of you religion or something?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m not sure there is a God anymore. He’s forgotten about me if he’s real. Andy told me that he owns me. In fact he tells me at least once a day.”
He hadn’t been ready for her answer and he gulped his coffee burning his tongue. “Damn. Not at you, I burned my tongue.” He smiled but she was like a scared rabbit.
“I really need to go home now.”
“He threw you out so why do you think he’d take you back?”
“I think I was supposed to sleep outside in his backyard last night.”
Maybe she was just plain crazy but he didn’t think so. Battered women syndrome? “So now you want to go back because he’ll be mad?”
“Something like that. Andy doesn’t like me to talk about our business.”
“Just the same I think I should have a chat with him.”
|Posted on March 29, 2014 at 2:15 PM||comments (1)|
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|Posted on March 24, 2014 at 7:40 PM||comments (12)|
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In the house I was born in there was a big antique mirror hanging in the hall. My great-grandparents made a wedding present of it to my grandmother on the occasion of her marriage to my grandfather way back in 1883 It was probably the only mirror in the locality at the time because my Dad often passed the remark that all twelve in his family, plus relatives and visitors had looked in that mirror. He used to say “What stories that mirror could tell if it could talk.”
Seven of my aunts went to The States. I'm sure they all had a last look at themselves in the mirror before their long journey to America, eyes filled with tears and my grandparents broken-hearted, perhaps never to see them again. I also had four uncles who went to the States. Likewise, they would have a last look at themselves, eyes filled with tears at the thought of going and perhaps never to return to their home again.
Some of them did make the trip back home, but alas, their parents (my grandparents) had passed to the Great Beyond. The mirror was still in the hall. No doubt, they saw a different face compared to the fair-faced young ladies and fellows they were since they looked in the mirror before they went. Some of them never made the trip home.
I came along and looked in the mirror, from being a baby and not understanding who I was looking at, to being a teenager and then an adult. Three phases of my life. In my time there were a few more mirrors, as most of the new house furniture had a mirror in them. The antique mirror is still there in my old homestead. The people who purchased our property never got rid of it.
What tales it could tell if it could talk. I can see it in my mind's eye even after 52 years when I left to get married. I have paid several visits to the house and somehow that mirror gives me a special welcome, as well as my cousins who now own it. There is always a cead mile failte for me.That mirror is of sentimental value to me. I admire the owners for showing it such respect by not getting rid of it. It is still in perfect condition after all those years.
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|Posted on March 17, 2014 at 2:30 PM||comments (9)|
Welcome- here is my latest installment of Maverick's Creek- I hope you enjoy!!
Someone nudged Anora’s shoulder, startling her awake. The first thing she saw was Belle leaning over her. “What? Did something happen?”
Belle laughed. “No, I’m getting ready to leave and I wanted to say good bye and to wish you luck. Look after my brother for me. He can be a bossy pain but he has a kind and gentle heart.”
“Brother? He didn’t tell me I assumed you were his girlfriend.”
“No, I’m the wanderer of the family. It’s time to get back to the rodeo.”
Anora sat up and stretched her arms above her head. “I don’t intend to be here long but I can look after him while I’m here.”
Belle treated her to a gracious smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Anora. Take care.”
“Belle!” Maverick’s voice boomed loudly.
“It was nice to meet you too.”
At the sight of Maverick peeking his head into the room, Anora squirmed and pulled the covers up to her chin. He was more handsome in the daylight and his blue eyes more striking.
“Morning, Anora. Belle, you’re going to be late.”
“See ya, and don’t let Maverick boss you around.”
Maverick frowned and shrugged his shoulders. “Damned if I ever know what she’s talking about.”
Belle brushed past Maverick laughing.
Anora watched until they were both gone. Suddenly she was wide-awake. Where was Andy and how much trouble was she in? Fear clutched her and wouldn’t let go. He’d never allowed her to go places herself let alone stay out all night.
Getting out of bed she grabbed her backpack hoping there were clean clothes in it. She unzipped it and looked inside. A roll of toilet paper, a sweatshirt and a couple pairs of underwear. Did he expect her to sleep outside? She groaned, he did and right outside the house she bet.
There was going to be hell to pay. Maverick had been more than gracious allowing her to stay but Andy was her husband. She scurried and got dressed in her clothes from yesterday maybe with some luck Andy will never know she spent the night in another man’s house. After she dressed, she pulled the sweatshirt on and grabbed her backpack.
Tiptoeing down the stair, she almost made it to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She stopped but didn’t turn around. “Home?”
“I don’t think so.”
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