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hesitated watching through the screen door when she heard her Aunt talking mad -talk . " I know what you are up to, coming here, all smelling-money and turning Jolene ' s head. "
Patrick leaned against his truck apparently unconcerned about Aunt Paula ' s boyfriends inching closer to him with their brawl- scowls and flexing flabby nonexistent muscles. Bernie moved forward, standing with his legs spread and his expression battle - ready.
Patrick reached into his back pocket for his wallet. " How much do you want? "
Jolene could not see Aunt Paula ' s face, but she imagined that Paula would grin, as she always did when she got money. " Well now, that is what I am talking about. " Jolene knew that purr. " How much ya got in cash? "
Jolene sobbed a single sob of humiliation, turned and ran for her mother ' s small cedar chest. It had been kept in the basement with the most important family photos and papers. It was heavy, but Jolene was strong in her determination and the notion of freedom that was unbelievably within her grasp. She stuffed in her few pair of jeans and tee shirts and heaved up the heavy chest.
She huffed as she lugged the chest to the door in small steps.
The few party goers still inside the house well into their distractions and oblivious to the drama unfolding outside merely glanced at her sympathetically and shrugged to each other as she struggled to get to the door .
When she got to the door she lunged through . By then, all was quiet outside.
Travis had returned from a beer run. "What is the meaning of this...Bernie...is that you? Big war hero packing heat? Well now....."
Patrick strode past Aunt Paula, Travis and the other men with a menacing glare and took the chest from Jolene ' s hands. Bernie followed at a slower pace. "Yep, it is old Bernie and you can bet I am a good shot Travis and not afraid to use a weapon."
Travis stepped back from Bernie, fear lighting his eyes. "Crazy vet, you probably would shoot me in cold blood."
Bernie smiled large. "Care to test me?"
Jolene followed Patrick back to the truck.
When no one took the challenge Bernie backed cautiously to the truck.
" Jump in , " Patrick said quietly while he placed the chest carefully in the back of the truck. Bernie jumped into the bed of the truck perching himself on the edge and keenly watching the people standing around Aunt Paula's porch while rubbing his left thigh as if he was in pain . Travis was cussing and then turned to yell at Aunt Paula.
Jolene got in next to her dogs who licked her and pumped their long tails with elation. Jolene hugged their long narrow heads. " Don ' t worry pups , this is a new life for us. Everything is going to be different now. We are all going home. "
Chapter 5
Abraham Lincoln was born February 12, 1809, the second child of Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Lincoln (née Hanks), in a one-room log cabin on the Sinking Spring Farm in Hardin County, Kentucky, (now LaRue County). Lincoln's paternal grandfather and namesake, Abraham, had moved his family from Virgini a to Jefferson County, Kentucky where he was ambushed and killed in an Indian raid in 1786, with his children, including Lincoln's father Thomas, looking on. Thomas was left to make his own way on the frontier.
Lincoln's mother, Nancy, was the daughter of Lucy Hanks, and was born in what is now Mineral County, West Virginia, then part of Virginia. Lucy moved with Nancy to Kentucky. Nancy Hanks married Thomas, who became a respected citizen. He bought and sold several farms, including Knob Creek Farm. The family attended a Separate Baptists church, which had high moral standards and opposed alcohol, dancing, and slavery. Thomas enjoyed considerable status in Kentucky—where he sat on juries, appraised estates, served on country slave patrols, and guarded prisoners. By the time his son Abraham was born, Thomas owned two 600-acre (240 ha) farms, several town lots, livestock, and horses.
Patrick leaned against his truck apparently unconcerned about Aunt Paula ' s boyfriends inching closer to him with their brawl- scowls and flexing flabby nonexistent muscles. Bernie moved forward, standing with his legs spread and his expression battle - ready.
Patrick reached into his back pocket for his wallet. " How much do you want? "
Jolene could not see Aunt Paula ' s face, but she imagined that Paula would grin, as she always did when she got money. " Well now, that is what I am talking about. " Jolene knew that purr. " How much ya got in cash? "
Jolene sobbed a single sob of humiliation, turned and ran for her mother ' s small cedar chest. It had been kept in the basement with the most important family photos and papers. It was heavy, but Jolene was strong in her determination and the notion of freedom that was unbelievably within her grasp. She stuffed in her few pair of jeans and tee shirts and heaved up the heavy chest.
She huffed as she lugged the chest to the door in small steps.
The few party goers still inside the house well into their distractions and oblivious to the drama unfolding outside merely glanced at her sympathetically and shrugged to each other as she struggled to get to the door .
When she got to the door she lunged through . By then, all was quiet outside.
Travis had returned from a beer run. "What is the meaning of this...Bernie...is that you? Big war hero packing heat? Well now....."
Patrick strode past Aunt Paula, Travis and the other men with a menacing glare and took the chest from Jolene ' s hands. Bernie followed at a slower pace. "Yep, it is old Bernie and you can bet I am a good shot Travis and not afraid to use a weapon."
Travis stepped back from Bernie, fear lighting his eyes. "Crazy vet, you probably would shoot me in cold blood."
Bernie smiled large. "Care to test me?"
Jolene followed Patrick back to the truck.
When no one took the challenge Bernie backed cautiously to the truck.
" Jump in , " Patrick said quietly while he placed the chest carefully in the back of the truck. Bernie jumped into the bed of the truck perching himself on the edge and keenly watching the people standing around Aunt Paula's porch while rubbing his left thigh as if he was in pain . Travis was cussing and then turned to yell at Aunt Paula.
Jolene got in next to her dogs who licked her and pumped their long tails with elation. Jolene hugged their long narrow heads. " Don ' t worry pups , this is a new life for us. Everything is going to be different now. We are all going home. "
Chapter 5
Abraham Lincoln was born February 12, 1809, the second child of Thomas Lincoln and Nancy Lincoln (née Hanks), in a one-room log cabin on the Sinking Spring Farm in Hardin County, Kentucky, (now LaRue County). Lincoln's paternal grandfather and namesake, Abraham, had moved his family from Virgini a to Jefferson County, Kentucky where he was ambushed and killed in an Indian raid in 1786, with his children, including Lincoln's father Thomas, looking on. Thomas was left to make his own way on the frontier.
Lincoln's mother, Nancy, was the daughter of Lucy Hanks, and was born in what is now Mineral County, West Virginia, then part of Virginia. Lucy moved with Nancy to Kentucky. Nancy Hanks married Thomas, who became a respected citizen. He bought and sold several farms, including Knob Creek Farm. The family attended a Separate Baptists church, which had high moral standards and opposed alcohol, dancing, and slavery. Thomas enjoyed considerable status in Kentucky—where he sat on juries, appraised estates, served on country slave patrols, and guarded prisoners. By the time his son Abraham was born, Thomas owned two 600-acre (240 ha) farms, several town lots, livestock, and horses.
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