hat and led Violet back to the barn, quieting her with an extra portion of hay. I examined the raw stump of a tail, oozing blood. It needed doctoring, and I had not one clue about what to do. A clean rag tied tightly seemed to stanch the bleeding. My good humor turned to fear as I thought about losing my cow.
I was going to have to get help. I whistled for Plug and mounted up. We plodded through the drifted snow to Perileeâs. I hadnât been to visit yet but knew to follow the path to Vida, a path Rooster Jim had freshly marked with his sledge. The way must have been familiar to Plug, who picked up the pace as we drew close.
âCome in, come in.â Perilee waved me inside her warm houseâa real house, with two doors, a bedroom, and a parlor. Perilee fetched two thick white mugs. âIâll bet your bloodâs about frozen.â She motioned for me to sit. âA cup of coffee will fix anything.â
âHow about a cowâs tail?â I took the mug from her, warming my aching hands, then relayed to her the morningâs misadventure.
Perilee laughed out loud. âHon, what I wouldnât have given to see that.â Her laughter softened to a chuckle. âWouldnât Chester love to know that Violet finally got her comeuppance?â
âI do worry about caring for the wound,â I said.
âKarl would know, but heâs not here.â Perilee set her coffee mug down. âMy pa always swore by a poultice of brown sugar and cobwebsâthough where youâd find cobwebs in this bitter cold, I have no idea. Flour paste and brown paper should work fine, too.â
âWhatâs Karl doing working in this weather?â I shivered. âMy wash is going to be frozen on the line by the time I take it down.â
Fern let out a little squeal from her apple crate bed. Perilee stepped over and patted her on the back till she quieted.
She pulled a newspaper from the shelf and brought it over to me. âHeâs not working.â
âAlien Enemies Must Register,â blared the headline. I began to read.
The following instructions and suggestions are sent out from the United States Department of Justice through the office of the United States Marshal for Montana to all male German alien enemies of the age of 14 years or more. February 4 to 9, 1918, inclusive, between the hours of 6 a.m. and 8 p.m. have been designated as the dates and time when registrations must be made. Excepting in nine of the larger cities of the state all postmasters are registrars for their respective districts.
I put down the paper. âI donât understand.â
Perilee picked up her coffee mug but didnât drink. She rolled the mug back and forth in her hands. âKarlâs at the post office in Vida right now, registering.â
âKarl? An alien
enemy?
â
âHe was born in Germany.â
I looked at the paper again. âThere must be a good reason for this, Perilee.â
She held my gaze. âWhat good reason is there to treat neighborsâsomeone like Karlâlike this?â
I thought of all the articles Uncle Holt had read aloud. Awful stories about starving Belgians and cruelties of war. Unbelievable stories. But it was the Huns who were responsible. The Germans over there. Not here. Not people we knew. âI donât know. But it wouldnât be required if there wasnât one.â I held out my hands, helpless. âWould it?â
Thwack.
Perilee set her coffee cup down hard. âI guess weâre supposed to be grateful thereâs no fee to register.â She rubbed at her eyes. âBut thereâll be a price to pay. Traft Martin and his County Council of Defense will make sure of that.â
Fern started fussing again. âNow, see what Iâve done.â Perilee placed her hand on mine. âIâm sorry, sugar. I get so darned angry sometimes. Itâs not your fault.â
I slipped my hand on top
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