Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
Saga of the Sanpitch Volume 13, 1981 - Sanpete County
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"Oh, <strong>the</strong>y won't mind if we eat just one. I'm thirsty," said Andrew as he ran in <strong>the</strong> direction <strong>of</strong> his<br />
delectable dream.<br />
"Wait for me!" called Chris, and his eleven-year-old legs soon leaped far ahead. Sometimes it was no<br />
advantage being only seven, Andrew thought.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rise, <strong>the</strong>re it was. Andrew had never seen as large or as many watermelon in all his<br />
born days. Chris looked around and when he was sure no one was in sight told Andrew to choose <strong>the</strong> best<br />
one. At last Andrew thumped one that sounded hollow. Chris found a large rock and <strong>the</strong> melon was dropped<br />
onto it. It burst open and <strong>the</strong>y sat down to enjoy <strong>the</strong>ir plunder.<br />
They had just finished <strong>the</strong> last juicy mouthful and stretched out under a large oak tree when all at once<br />
a voice seemed to come from nowhere. "Hey <strong>the</strong>re! What are you doin'?"<br />
Andrew felt <strong>the</strong> hairs on <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> his neck rise to <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> his head. There was Jim Whitlock on his<br />
black mare staring down like a cocky rooster.<br />
"Nothin'," said Chris, his face turning bright pink.<br />
Jim laughed. He spied <strong>the</strong> rinds scattered about and sat upright on his horse. "You're in Bishop Olsen's<br />
melon patch and I'm goin' to tell your Ma." With that he pulled up <strong>the</strong> reins, forcing <strong>the</strong> snorting horse's head<br />
high in <strong>the</strong> air. He turned and fled.<br />
Andrew looked at Chris. The grandeur <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> moment had turned sour as a pickle. Ma would be tough<br />
to reckon with, thought Andrew. She would not take this lightly.<br />
"Let's go to <strong>the</strong> stream," suggested Andrew. Chris followed along in silence. The penny bugs were<br />
skipping across <strong>the</strong> shimmering water, making ripples as <strong>the</strong>ir feet moved magically along. Their movement,<br />
however, brought little wonder today. Andrew thought about facing <strong>the</strong> Bishop. Ma would surely have <strong>the</strong>m<br />
make up for <strong>the</strong>ir crime. She had <strong>of</strong>ten said, "When a wrong is committed, things must be settled before <strong>the</strong><br />
sun goes down." Andrew knew <strong>the</strong>y were doomed.<br />
After what seemed several hours, Andrew felt his stomach gnaw and growl. They continued in silence,<br />
however, until <strong>the</strong>y crossed <strong>the</strong> last field and caught sight <strong>of</strong> home. The smell <strong>of</strong> fried chicken met <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
"Ma's cookin' supper," Andrew said with a sideward glance at Chris whose head was bowed.<br />
"Ah, I'm not hungry," he said, but Andrew wasn't fooled - chicken was Chris' favorite.<br />
"Maybe Jim didn't tell Ma after all," Andrew said hopefully.<br />
“He told her," said Chris. He kicked <strong>the</strong> dirt and nodded toward <strong>the</strong> doorway where Ma's silhouette<br />
stood like a fearful sculpture,<br />
Her hand whirled in a circular motion, "Turn right back 'round," she said. "You'll get no supper until<br />
you've made it right with Bishop Olsen." She disappeared through <strong>the</strong> door as suddenly as she had appeared.<br />
There was no arguing with Ma.<br />
"Come on Andrew," said Chris sullenly.<br />
Andrew felt his stomach hurt a little. He was sure it wasn't just hunger. "Let's play on <strong>the</strong> shale hills,"<br />
he suggested, pretending light-heartedness. Chris seemed equally eager to forget <strong>the</strong> duty. The boys rolled<br />
and skipped down <strong>the</strong> incline a few times, but Andrew didn't enjoy it as much as he thought he would. "I'm<br />
hungry," he said at last.<br />
"Me too," replied Chris. He made a design in <strong>the</strong> sand with his toe. "I guess we'd better go see <strong>the</strong><br />
Bishop before it gets dark."<br />
They crossed <strong>the</strong> public square through <strong>the</strong> prolific sagebrush. Andrew felt as if his heart would burst<br />
from his chest. Having Chris walk ahead helped a little. They soon came to <strong>the</strong> street and Andrew recognized<br />
<strong>the</strong> Bishop's buggy in front <strong>of</strong> his second wife, Hannah's house.<br />
Chris knocked lightly on <strong>the</strong> door. Then he turned as pale as a pan <strong>of</strong> milk. "What if he answers?" he<br />
asked, his voice rising in pitch.<br />
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