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in, what I hunt – we'ah be okay for
winta' wit' what I got. If you want, I can bring it in
myself; me and Moose.”
“I won't hear of it, you lead me to it, and I wil
see that it is brought back to store. What else?”
“Hens is layin', again, i's gone be col' soon, we
gotta see ‘bout them so they be okay.”
Quinton nodded, “Whatever you wish me to do,
I'l do. And you, as you say, the climate is fil ed with
chil , it wil soon freeze – you wil need more clothing
for the winter, many more things than you have.”
“Got me three gowns now, three chemise, two
– uh, uh blooma's...” She blushed, looking away from
him bashful y.
Quinton rocked back on the stool laughing from
the gut, “Oh Suga, you bring light and laughter into
my dark world, for this true gift, I must have done
something right. Yet, I've neglected you, no more –
this I vow as a gentleman, no more. We have things
to do, as the day clears, the next three, I give solely
to you, unless of course there is a matter of urgency
that takes me from you, otherwise – my time has
come – to repay you.”
Chapter V
The very next day, before dawn as the rain
continued to drizzle, Quinton was wide awake - his
mind on many things from the night before, he
searched through al of his books, taking those he
would use in teaching Suga to read; she’d slept in
his bed the previous night, because he had insisted
upon it, refusing to take no for an answer. She would
be up soon, he could hear Moose excitedly moving
about, as if trying to wake her - no doubt he needed
to go out. Sure enough, the door opened and down
the stairs he barreled, his growth was startling, one
could guess his solid weight by the sound of his
movements – even though he was stil a young pup,
his size was showing what he would one day be. No
sooner had he reached the hal way when he stopped
by their front door to bark at it - aware of a presence.
Quinton and Suga barely said good morning to
each other before a banging started, Moose had
known. A young male came cal ing – beating upon
their door. Quinton had never seen him before; he
appeared to be a man in his mid-twenties. His wife
was now in labor and suffering terribly, according to
him, it was her first and the child was not coming -
she had been in labor al night.
Suga rushed to let Moose out, splashing her
face and rinsing her mouth out as she listened to the
men down the hal .
She was trying to keep up with what Quinton
was doing, rushing to gather al that he needed. After
cal ing Moose back in, putting him in the wood store,
Suga stopped Quinton, “I'ah help, if you wan' me to?”
Looking at her, something told him, take her.
Nervous and fearful, the young man had
confided that he and his wife were alone, strangers
to al as they were new to the area and just settling
in. “Yes, Suga - come along – please. Take my
cape, cover yourself with it, the season has grown
brisk.” Eager, Suga gathered what she had col ected
of her own herbs and remedies – and slipped her
feet into the moccasins she'd made for herself from
animal hides. Once more, Quinton felt his face burn,
he'd completely forgotten that she didn't have shoes
and once more, she never made a complaint.
They were soon off – al three in the carriage –
with Quinton driving it as fast as he could. When they
arrived, the laboring wife was screaming out in fear
as they rushed through the door. The husband,
Erwin, hurried to his wife's side behind the curtain in
their quaint dwel ing – it was rustic and showed they
hadn't been there long, but it was clean and warm.
“I'm here; I've brought help, the doctor! His
servant girl came – she says she can help you with
the pain.” He rambled off to his wife and then turned
to Suga, asking immediately, “Is it true, can you help
her not to hurt so much?” He pleaded, obviously very
much in love and frightened for her.
“Ain't nobody can make it
winta' wit' what I got. If you want, I can bring it in
myself; me and Moose.”
“I won't hear of it, you lead me to it, and I wil
see that it is brought back to store. What else?”
“Hens is layin', again, i's gone be col' soon, we
gotta see ‘bout them so they be okay.”
Quinton nodded, “Whatever you wish me to do,
I'l do. And you, as you say, the climate is fil ed with
chil , it wil soon freeze – you wil need more clothing
for the winter, many more things than you have.”
“Got me three gowns now, three chemise, two
– uh, uh blooma's...” She blushed, looking away from
him bashful y.
Quinton rocked back on the stool laughing from
the gut, “Oh Suga, you bring light and laughter into
my dark world, for this true gift, I must have done
something right. Yet, I've neglected you, no more –
this I vow as a gentleman, no more. We have things
to do, as the day clears, the next three, I give solely
to you, unless of course there is a matter of urgency
that takes me from you, otherwise – my time has
come – to repay you.”
Chapter V
The very next day, before dawn as the rain
continued to drizzle, Quinton was wide awake - his
mind on many things from the night before, he
searched through al of his books, taking those he
would use in teaching Suga to read; she’d slept in
his bed the previous night, because he had insisted
upon it, refusing to take no for an answer. She would
be up soon, he could hear Moose excitedly moving
about, as if trying to wake her - no doubt he needed
to go out. Sure enough, the door opened and down
the stairs he barreled, his growth was startling, one
could guess his solid weight by the sound of his
movements – even though he was stil a young pup,
his size was showing what he would one day be. No
sooner had he reached the hal way when he stopped
by their front door to bark at it - aware of a presence.
Quinton and Suga barely said good morning to
each other before a banging started, Moose had
known. A young male came cal ing – beating upon
their door. Quinton had never seen him before; he
appeared to be a man in his mid-twenties. His wife
was now in labor and suffering terribly, according to
him, it was her first and the child was not coming -
she had been in labor al night.
Suga rushed to let Moose out, splashing her
face and rinsing her mouth out as she listened to the
men down the hal .
She was trying to keep up with what Quinton
was doing, rushing to gather al that he needed. After
cal ing Moose back in, putting him in the wood store,
Suga stopped Quinton, “I'ah help, if you wan' me to?”
Looking at her, something told him, take her.
Nervous and fearful, the young man had
confided that he and his wife were alone, strangers
to al as they were new to the area and just settling
in. “Yes, Suga - come along – please. Take my
cape, cover yourself with it, the season has grown
brisk.” Eager, Suga gathered what she had col ected
of her own herbs and remedies – and slipped her
feet into the moccasins she'd made for herself from
animal hides. Once more, Quinton felt his face burn,
he'd completely forgotten that she didn't have shoes
and once more, she never made a complaint.
They were soon off – al three in the carriage –
with Quinton driving it as fast as he could. When they
arrived, the laboring wife was screaming out in fear
as they rushed through the door. The husband,
Erwin, hurried to his wife's side behind the curtain in
their quaint dwel ing – it was rustic and showed they
hadn't been there long, but it was clean and warm.
“I'm here; I've brought help, the doctor! His
servant girl came – she says she can help you with
the pain.” He rambled off to his wife and then turned
to Suga, asking immediately, “Is it true, can you help
her not to hurt so much?” He pleaded, obviously very
much in love and frightened for her.
“Ain't nobody can make it
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