“I married you for this good cooking!”Rufus spun the remainder of his biscuit around the metal plate, sopping up the last bit of bean juice. “Come over here and sit on Poppa’s lap.” he backed the chair away from the table, kicking up a little dust from the dirt floor. Meredith wiped her hands on her apron. She hadn’t a choice but to oblige. She sat down. His hand went immediately to her swollen belly.
“She’s kicking,” Meredith said, she then put her hand atop his as a security measure.
“You’re just so sure it’s a girl, why’s that?” He asked.
“I have dreams about her,” the woman replied. “That’s how I know.”
Rufus pushed her off him. He scooted his raggedy boots across the floor, and stumbled towards the bed in the corner of the one room shack. “You don’t say,” he ran his tongue across his front teeth, sucking what was left of his dinner back into his mouth before spitting it towards his wife.
“I guess that’s why you have this thing!” He violently ripped the woven hoop decorated in beads and feathers from the wall.
“Don’t! She stretched her arm out towards her cherished gift.
“I guess you thought I didn’t know!” He reached for his pistol.
The door to cabin flung open. Rufus’s eyes followed a speeding tomahawk – missing his face by millimeters before it embedded in the wall. He didn’t see the next one coming. It landed right between his eyes. He fell lifeless to the floor.
His muscular, tanned arms lifted her off the ground. He carried her away from the domestic hell she had been sentenced to. It wasn’t as they’d planned but they knew it was fate.
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