Chapter Fourteen – Stopping Time
Things went back to normal until Sunday after noon. After church Jim and Suzy talked about taking the horse to the Wilson's
Suzy insisted, "I need to get out of this dress, so after we get the horses we're going to stop by the house."
Jim questioned, "Are we getting the truck before or after we give them the horse?"
Suzy replied, "I think we should get the truck staged first. Then take them the horse."
After Suzy changed her clothes and they road through town Jim revealed, "You know the day I went to the Cooper's with Albert. I was scared he was taking me to the farm. Now after church I over heard someone say Mr. Hanson bought the Cooper place. Albert thinks grandma is a Witch and making these things happen, so they can get the land. You and I both know that's most likely true, but you know there's nothing we can do."
Suzy replied, "I know, I heard the same thing, and now I think my Crow had nothing to do with Mr. Cooper's death. I think my Crow was trying to warn him not to come out of the house, but his wicked thoughts about controlling everything killed him. Just like beating his wife to submit to his wishes. He thought he could kill enough birds to make them submit to him. He was a control freak, and it killed him."
Jim mumbled, "Did the Crow tell you that?"
Suzy replied, "Maybe."
Soon they had reached the creek and headed to the truck. At the truck Suzy tied the horses to a low branch. Then she listened to the light breeze rustling the leaves and the sound of the creek flowing over the rocks, as Jim hooked up the battery cables. Then Jim climbed up in the truck, and gave it a try. After a couple of attempts the truck roared to life. With that Suzy explained, "I going to go scout out a rout to the Wilson's"
Then she rode off, as Jim watched her cross the field. Jim took the horses down to the creek for a drink. Then he came back and let down the tailgate. Sitting on the tailgate he pulled the watch from his pocket and checked the time. It had been about twenty minutes, and Jim thought she should be back any moment. That's if that the truck was only about a mile away like they thought. Getting down Jim walked out in the field and looked around. Pulling out his watch he checked the time. Suzy had been gone a little over a half hour. Jim paced back and forth thinking, I wonder if she got lost. Maybe I should go look for her. No I need to give her more time.
Jim got more impatient as time passed. Finely after an hour he saw someone off in the distance. Whoever it was they were making a B-line for him. Jim went and got his horse in case he needed to lead them away from the truck. Then the rider got close enough he could tell it was Suzy.
Riding up to Jim Suzy explained, "I came out on the road about a half mile south of their place. I had to back track and make a path back here."
Pointing across the field Suzy continued, "The Wilson's place is about a mile and a half that way. Just get the truck going and follow me."
The breeze had turned into a study wind, and clouds were moving in. Suzy tethered Jim and the Wilson's horse to hers, and noticed the wind stopped. Suzy headed out across the field. Jim followed in the truck as the Crow flew overhead. Crossing the field they came into some trees. Suzy saw a leaf hanging in the air. She pulled back on the rains, and slowly maneuvered to the leaf. Then she reached out and pushed it with her finger. It moved over a little, but it was still hanging in the air.
Taking a deep breath she road to the truck next to Jim and yelled. "Turn the truck off."
Jim turned the truck off and the leaf fluttered to the ground as Suzy's hair blew in the wind. Jim noticed all the leafs in the trees started to shake around, and Suzy's hair blew in the wind. Jim thought, What the hell. Then started the truck, and watched Suzy's hair fall slack and the leaf's in the trees come to a stop.
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