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I ran through the fields as fast as my little legs could go. Trying to reach my pa before he left. By the time I reached him, he was already on the train. Didn't he hear me?? Didn't he see me?? I watched as the train left. Tears filled my eyes and I looked at my momma. She said," Son, your pa had to go. Come on, we have chores to do." So we went back to our house and began to do some chores. I began to chop wood before the winter hit us with it's wrath while momma was preparing the house for storms. Later on, we went out to hunt for food. I had my pa's traps and ma had his shot gun. After setting traps, we went back to the house. Ma went to the barn to get a chicken for supper, when we herd a loud snapping sound. Ma grabbed the shot gun and told me to Wait here until she returned. She ran in the field and disappeared into the woods. She was gone for awhile. I began to run towards the woods but stopped. She came out with the traps and she told me to bring them in the house and wait for her there. So I waited. She never returned. I grabbed my lantern and went into the field to look for her but stopped dead in my tracks. There was lying there motionless. She a bullet in her back. I heard loud shouts of excitement and later found out that the sounds came from hunters. They ran up to my ma with smiles which was erased. They thought ma was a deer.
Someone wired my pa and he came back home.He didn't look at me or acknowledged me. He walked up to their room and picked up ma's brush. My father told me to wash up for supper, so I followed orders. He never came downstairs, so I went up after him. There he was lying on the bed with his shot gun on the floor. He took his own life gazing at a picture of ma. I ran outside crying and shouting for help, but no one came. I ran down the field screaming, no one answered. I looked back at the house and I saw it was on fire. I ran back and saved the animals. I started walking towards the burning house so I could take my own life, but a stranger grabbed my shoulder and said, "Don't go in there lad." By the time I turned around no one was there.
When I became a teenager, I found the stranger and thanked him. We talked about everything, but his favorite subject was his ranch and farm. Later on I moved in with him and he taught how to live on a ranch and how to farm. I learned alot from this man who saved my life. One day I came home and found him in his rocking chair on the porch with a whiskey bottle in his hand. "Howdy." I said but got no reply. I touched him and he felt like ice. He died as well. I was totally alone. I stayed behind to take care of the ranch and farm. At age twenty-five I married and my wife bore seven sons and five daughters. She died conceiving our last son. Bit by bit three of my daughters and six of my sons were married with children. I only had one son and two daughters left. About a year later, my daughters were married and was expecting. I had my youngest son left. I taught him how to run a ranch an farm. Then one day he wanted to become someone and headed out west. I was again alone.
About six years went by and I had enough. I went to my wife's grave and laid there. Pointed the shot gun to head,but stopped as I heard a faint voice saying," Pa, don't do that." It was my youngest son. I ran to him and held him. I told him I had cancer and was dying. He promised he would stay here at the ranch and take care of everything. At my death bed I was worried about him. He had no wife and no children. I told him to be strong and that he will feel alone. He said he was married and had a son. He ran to bring them in. His wife had long blond hair and looked just like my ma. I gave her my ma's locket. He brought my grandson in who looked like me and I gave him my pocket knife. I looked at my son who looked like my pa in every way possible and gave him my pa's pocket watch. I told them I was tired and needed some rest and they left. My life flashed before my eyes and I laid back smiling. To myself I said," They'll be just fine. Just fine....."
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