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The Barn
“Yessam,” said Crazy Sam “you is tired, because I is. Don’t let dhem white folks work you da death!” Sam in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the barn talking to a horse, moving a carriage away from Tasma.
“Keep me wake up till I get ya fed ol girl,” said Sam.
Sam jerked on casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the horse’s mouthpiece, to move Tasma away from the carriage, clutching her by the bridle.
Sam now paced the barn with his hands in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole his pockets, Tasma was not yet in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole her stall, which was open, “You ant git no free er,” Sam mumbled to Tasma.
The floor was dry, a few holes in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the roof where you could see the sky, Sam looked up, and it was a star lit sky, a warm night.
“Come back this way,” Sam told the horse, but the horse was headed back outside. He walked the horse around the barn to slow her heartbeat, she was sweating (Lola had run the horse hard), and she still needed to cool down. The cow was in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the back of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the barn, she was making noise. The wind came through the open door, rattled something, spooked the cow, and then Tasma, both were uneasy.
Sam looked over the horse to see if she was cooled down, “Dhem foks hit you sho! Loa, she dhink ya can fly…. You com her and et,”
Crazy Sam, as he was known, started singing some old southern songs (he was originally from Alabama); said Sam as he fed Tasma again, “I goes my way and lets white folks go dheirs; I reckon.” Sam was born in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole 1823. He’d always tell folks he was born before the Alamo was shot up by the Mexicans.
“Dhey still dhink dhey own us,” Sam told the horse; now the barn door just shut, “Cant nobody hear down here, from dhe house, no-ways and folks dhink I is crazy anyhow; taint no joke in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole it, cus I talks to myself all dhe time.”
The cow was making noise again, as Sam put the horse in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the stall, again; then all of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole a sudden, Lola’s voice could be heard:
“Sam, Sam!”
“I sho doneit now; I declare if I aint in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole trouble. Shut up that cow,” said Crazy Sam, annoyed.
The Rocking Chair
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Arizona Blue was in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole town and folks were talking about him, Crazy Sam had met him, a few years back, Lola had dated him. Lola owned a boarding house that was also connected onto the barn, and in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole back of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole it, fenced in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole corral, with a cow in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole it; and in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole back of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole that, Sam’s shack. She had done well for casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole herself in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the years past.
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“Hush up,” said Sam’s wife, “go fetch your papas whisky jug, by his rocker, he’s had enough for casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole Sunday morning,” she told the older boy (Matter).
Said Sissy, “Come on casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the house Sam!”
“No, I’m going to the creek.”
“Whys that…?” said Sissy.
“dhey git company,” Sam said.
“Who is dhey…!?” said Sissy.
“Dhe town got that gunman back, yous know, Arizona Blue, and when hes in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole town, theres no tellin what goin to happen. Best ya stay indoors to.”
“I reckon we can plan on casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole Lola seeing him haw pa?” said the younger boy.
“I don’t care,” Sam replied.
“I’m hungry Sissy,” said Sam, pausing to look at his old Negro wife, forgetting the creek.
She didn’t say a word, she was tired, and then they both saw Blue and Lola walking up the walk; Blue smiled at them as he checked his back, as often he did, he liked Sam and Sissy, and the kids, it was something he would have liked to have, a family. Blue’s figure was a blur for casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the old Negro though.
“Yah, that’s him alright,” said Sam, adding: “I’ll eit super out her tonight.”
“Whers my stew, my Sunday stew!” yelped Sam (getting irritated).
“Shhhh,” said Sissy. And she brought out a bowel of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole steaming hot stew for casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole her husband. “Eit yor dinner now!” she looked about, said (looking at Cotton, her younger boy): “Git his spoon, “the steam of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the stew was going up his nostrils, and some dripping from his lips.
Stew
Crazy Sam now was humming and rocking back and forth in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole his chair by his wife’s side, she in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole a stationary chair; then suddenly she got up and walked to the corral to check on casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the cow: normally Sam would do it, but he was half asleep.
“Ya’ll eat yor supper now,” she commented, while in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole motion, to her kids inside of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the shack sitting at the table.
Cotton mumbled in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the kitchen, ’I dont want anymore,’ and pushed it back out of casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole his bowl, and it broke the cast-iron cooking pot over the heath.
When Sissy came back, it was now dark, the air was cool: said Sam as he stood up, “git yor nightie on, I wants to go to bed early, got to fix that wall clock in casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole the moron….” Then they both walked into the shack, together.
In side, Cotton was cleaning fish, and the older son, Matter was playing on casino florida hard hollywood rock seminole a bingo, “Dont ya come pesterin, ya hear me boys…?” Sam said as they went into the bedroom; both boys looking at one another; Sam never looking back to see if they heard.
Said the older boy to Cotton, “…yous got to tune up that bingo some!”
“Its too early to stop playing,” said Cotton, adding, “I thought I did tuned it up.”
“You is tonight,” said Matter.
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