Weedy had had enough, now that the food was presented. He hadn't thought he was that hungry, after all those cookies, but now that the food was laid out, he was ready to eat, and he tucked in, even if Miss Arabella decided to ramble on some more. Heck, she was as bad as some of those tent-preachers, summoning the spirits to put the Fear of God into everyone!
Nope, it was time to eat, after all that work, and he wanted to keep up his strength, in case he needed to help out when Miss Addy was home.
"This is real good, Miz Jemima," he declared around a mouth-ful of food, something he knew Miss Addy wouldn't approve of, but she wasn't here, was she?
While Weedy was disappointed that no one had taken him up on his alleged knowledge of the area and Jemima's Southern directions, he was relieved that Uncle Isiah was staying here. Well, he'd be even happier knowing Uncle Isiah was going after Miz Addy, but he realized it was too late now, and there was nothing to be done for that. They'd have to rely on Marshal Guyer and the cavalry.
"It's going to be all right, Miz Addy'll give them enough trouble that they'll just let her go!" He laughed a little, then hugged Isiah before hopping out of the chair. "You all just sit, and Arabella and I will serve supper. Come on, Josh, you can help."
Chin up, right? Until you knew that it wasn't time for that!
Weedy's nose wrinkled up at his uncle's admonition, and the blunt delivery. The man surely wouldn't be talking to him like that if he'd been older...but heck, he was almost eleven! Not only that, but he and Miss Addy had been taking care of each other for a long time before Isiah showed up, and he took care of the horses when she was gone...Sure, he was only ten, but he was a man!
Still, he was a kid, and he had no choice but to do what grown-ups told him to do, even if it did rankle his hide. But at least Uncle Isiah had given him the role of looking after the ladies, like a real man would do, even though the 'ladies' in question lived somewhere else and were the ones helping him to cope!
"Yes, sir," he muttered, but then he perked up at the convoluted directions that were given. "Hey! I know that tree!"
"Purple?" Weedy frowned, not sure that he believed that for a minute, nor that people set their own faces on fire, that didn't make any sense, but this was just tall-tale-telling anyway, right? So the taller the tale, the better! "Didn't he have birds in his..."
But then the adults came back in, and he looked at his Uncle. Jemima seemed upset, but then, weren't they all?
"Are you going to help Miz Addy?" he asked, although, even he knew the folly of going out this late. "Maybe we should wait here?" He could feel his heart starting to race in his chest. "Just stay and let the cavalry bring her?"
His Ma, Jay, now Miz Addy...he didn't want to lose Uncle Isiah, too.
Sniffling a bit and wiping his nose on his sleeve, Weedy nodded, taking Josh's hand as they went back into the kitchen. Having his little cousin here gave him a chore, after all, he was so much older at ten, and had to be strong for the younger kid.
"There's tater pie, too," Weedy muttered. "Just, Miz Addy is late getting home." He shot Arabella a look, challenging her to keep her mouth shut! "We're going to play pirates later, aren't we, Arabella? Maybe we should set the table for supper."
Not that he particularly cared about food right now, and he was hoping that Uncle Isiah and he could set out to find Addy themselves, but he wanted to keep Josh occupied. "Arabella said we can tie her up and tickle her, that sounds like fun, doesn't it?"
Weedy was having a good time, even if it was with ladies, but he liked having something to do that took his mind off his troubles, and that Miz Jemima and Miss Arabella wanted to help him. That was right neighborly!
Then the topic of pirate ships came up, and, of course, Arabella started asking questions, and Weedy shot Jemima a sharp glance.
"It's nothing," he insisted, "just stories we were making up, that's all."
All of that was shattered, and Weedy's thoughts went right back to Addy when he heard his uncle's voice.
"Uncle Isiah!" Dropping (literally) what he was doing, the boy ran to the man and nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly and starting to sob.
Weedy shrugged, while he didn't know what 'tater pie was, anything with 'taters was good, right? And as much as he didn't like having to peel potatoes, it was good practice for his whittlin'...at least that's what Miz Addy said!
"All right. I guess Arabella and I can start at the potatoes for you. What else goes into it?" While he knew that not all pies were for dessert, he was sort of envisioning ''tater pie' with potatoes and sugar, sort of like an apple pie.
And as long as they were making pies...
"There's some canned peaches, I think," he commented (he thought) slyly, "if we're making pies anyway. Miz Addy really likes peach pie!" And she could have a treat when she got home!
"Cats eat mice and moles," Weedy observed dryly, although he didn't know what 'chitlins' were. Point was, cats would eat just about anything, so saying that they'd eat chitlins didn't mean much.
When Jemima asked about the kitchen, he shrugged. "There's flour and sugar, some canned milk and stuff here." He opened the cupboards, then added, "Usually if it's this late and supper hasn't been started, Miz Addy and me just go over to the Lickskillet, but I guess we can make some biscuits and gravy...and collard greens." A nod to Miss Arabella, since she seemed sort of set on that!
"Of course, sometimes, when it's a bad day, we just have pie at the Lickskillet for supper." Not really, Miz Addy insisted on eating proper, but it was worth a shot!
He hopped down from the gate, giving Arabesque a final pat on the nose, then heading for the side door. The horses were settled for the night, so there was nothing more to do here.
"I can help if you need it," he offered as they started back for the Professor's house. "Miz Addy lets me help her a lot, so I'm pretty good at things like stirring and mixing." Fact was, he enjoyed cooking, and was passably good at making eggs, biscuits and flapjacks, and he wanted to learn more.
Weedy rolled his eyes at the mention of Arabella. "She'd never stop talking! Besides, we don't want girls, they're unlucky." Of course, Jemima fell into the category that Addy did, sure, she was a girl, but she wasn't a girl.
"I can ask Wyatt if you can come...er....my friend if you can come. It might be all right. But for the ship..." Maybe she hadn't listened in history class? "Um...the USS Tecumseh..." That one was sunk by a mine or something, so he figured as long as they stayed away from mines and torpedoes!
"If we can find one, that would be a good idea, I guess. I wonder if there are any in San Francisco?" Most of that aspect of the War had been fought in the east, and he wasn't sure if any had made it this far here. "Or maybe we can figure out how to make one?"
He shrugged, pondering the matter. "We want to capture merchant ships, to get their cargo, right? Things from all over the world, then we can go to Tortuga and have a feast!"
Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.
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