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Copyright <strong>Annick</strong> <strong>Press</strong> 2012<br />
Pete got a snide look.<br />
“And how do you plan to do that without a horse?”<br />
He raised a good point. Father would be riding<br />
Mae. Our mule, Ulysses, was only good for pulling the<br />
plough and sometimes the buckboard wagon. But then<br />
an idea struck me.<br />
“I know where there’s a horse.”<br />
“Where?”<br />
“They put Mr. Bell’s horse in Mr. Moultray’s livery.<br />
I don’t reckon Mr. Bell would complain about me<br />
borrowing him, considering the purpose.”<br />
Pete’s wheels were turning.<br />
“I’m going with you,” he said.<br />
“You’re not invited.” Now that I had the upper<br />
hand, I wasn’t about to let it go.<br />
Pete came back with, “You’re taking me with you,<br />
or I’m telling your pa and Mr. Moultray what you’re<br />
up to.”<br />
He had me. There was nothing I could do but<br />
give in. Besides, the truth was that I wouldn’t mind<br />
his company. It was a dangerous road we were about<br />
to travel.<br />
I went home and did my chores. At supper, Annie<br />
told Mam I was coming down with something, all<br />
because when I was splitting wood and she was<br />
feeding the chickens she kept prattling on asking me<br />
what names I liked for the new baby, and I told her<br />
in no uncertain terms that I did not feel like talking.<br />
Mam held her hand to my forehead and agreed that<br />
I felt warm. She told me she wanted me to go to<br />
bed right after I was finished eating. Little did she<br />
know that she was aiding my plan to join the men<br />
at The Crossing, because I knew I could easily slip<br />
out the window from the back room we kids shared.<br />
I was careful not to look at John while we sat at the<br />
table, for fear he would see in my eyes what was on<br />
my mind.<br />
All this time, Father was busy gathering his<br />
disguise. When at last he appeared, I thought Mam’s<br />
jaw would hit the floor.<br />
“What on earth!” she cried.<br />
Over his head was a gunnysack from the mill,<br />
with holes cut in it for his eyes. Mam’s petticoat<br />
was hanging from around his neck. The layers of<br />
cloth flounced over his shoulders when he walked,<br />
something like feathers on a fluffy bird. Annie<br />
laughed, thinking she’d never seen such a funny<br />
sight as our Father at that moment. But Isabel was<br />
frightened and would not stop crying until Father<br />
removed the gunnysack from his head. Once she got<br />
over her shock, Mam was furious that he’d ruined her<br />
petticoat by cutting holes in it for his arms. She barely<br />
said good-bye to him as he headed out to saddle Mae.<br />
It seemed like the argument they were having that<br />
morning was still going on.<br />
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