The Other Side of Free

The Other Side of Free — page 9
KRISTA RUSSELL Not see Shadrack tapped a finger to the side of his griz zled head Hear Only thing you ever hear is the dinner bell Thomas the blacksmith said Then tell us what you heard Big Sunday ordered Nothing Phaedra snickered Shadrack turned to her his voice dropping to a whisper When obia come the critters go still The flesh on Jem’s arm prickled He traced a finger along the hem of his shirt where Aunt Winnie had sewn the line of blue beads to ward off the evil eye He listened for the familiar sounds of the night from outside the fort’s earthen walls but heard only the crackle of the fire A log fell sending sparks flying Jem started and then stole a glance to the side hoping Domingo hadn’t seen him flinch Big Sunday’s son made him uneasy More than once he’d snuck up on Jem in the forest or appeared suddenly beside him as he gathered grass in the marsh Domingo had an air of watchful stealth that reminded Jem of the sly trickster Brother Fox Leave off with your stories Phaedra said I’ve had my fill If it’s not you bending our ears with your African mumbo jumbo it’s that priest going on about Daniel and the lion and such Truth telling’s what we need here in pur gatory not tall tales Shadrack shook his head I feel sorry for all you this country-born folk You’ll change your mind when obia come for you He glanced at Jem Or mayhap he come for your little brother 6