You're a sweet girl. You and Mama go on home now,
and you help her milk the cows and fix supper. I'll be there
directly, and maybe I'll bring you another stick of candy."
"Peppermint?"
"Yeah. Peppermint!"
On the way home, Mama kept the buggy lines clenched tight
with both hands, yet she allowed Old Dale to walk or trot slow,
suiting himself. She seemed to be thinking about something far
off down the road.
By the time we got back to our hill, the sun was all the way
down. The sky, way across Papa's cotton field, looked red. Mama
said that was the glow of the sun against some sinking clouds.
"It's a sign of no rain, Bandershanks, when the sky's red in
the evening."
We could see the moon, too, rising over the walnut trees,
between the top of our wagon shelter and Grandpa Thad's house. It
looked just like always, when the moon is full, and I didn't
think Mister Ward had anything to do with it.
Chapter 2
Next morning, nothing was said about the moon shining or
about Mister Ward. Instead, while Mama was fixing my breakfast,
she told me it was a perfect day to make sauerkraut.
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