“A different place.”
“You know. There.”
“You can do that?”
“If you’re determined,” Daddy said. “This fella, they could see him from the trenches. Had on an American uniform, and he was doin’ these things to the bodies.”
“They didn’t stop him?”
“Wasn’t no one crazy as he was. They wouldn’t get out there on the battlefield, and they weren’t gonna shoot their own. It was war. And way they was thinking then was at least he was doin’ it to Germans. Cecil said you got so you thought different. War does that. He figured it was just punishment for the enemy. They could see this fella at night, one that was doin’ it, and he’d wander among the dead an dyin’ lookin’ for someone to mess with, and Cecil said they didn’t always have to be alive.”
“He’s lyin’, Jacob. Got to be.”
“Cecil said this fella would do this kind of thing, then disappear back into the trenches. They all had their suspicions who it was, but no one knowed for sure. They just saw his uniform, never got a good look at his face. Or if anyone did, they didn’t come forward. Cecil said he saw him once, but he was just roamin’ out there, like a ghost. Not doin’ anything strange. Just lookin’ over the bodies. He was surprised the Germans weren’t shooting at him. Cecil said he never met anyone had actually seen the man doin’ anything. Just seen him roamin’.”
“Cecil didn’t actually see him do nothin’ then?”
“No. He just heard the rumors.”
“So it could have been a made-up story? A lie told to Cecil and he told it to you.”
“Could be Cecil lyin’ right out. But say it ain’t a lie. Think about it. Fella like that gets by with doin’ them things in the war, and comes home…”
“But he was doin’ it to men.”
“Maybe ’cause they were available. Maybe he’d just as soon, or rather, do it to women. I ain’t no expert on these matters. Far as I know, there ain’t no expert on these matters. One thing I come to figure though. Way that woman’s body was punctured by that barbed wire, figure the body was already dead when he put the wire to her. She’d been alive, it would have bled out, and those wounds didn’t look to have drawn much blood. ’Course, river could have been up and washed it away, but I think she was dead awhile and he come back to play with her. Like an alligator will stuff its kill in a hole in the riverbank, come back when it’s ripened some.”
“No one would do that.”
“When Jack Newman shot his brother-in-law while drunk and there were fifteen witnesses seen him do it, that wasn’t so hard to figure. This… I don’t know. It don’t look like anything I’ve seen before. I got my ideas, but that’s all they are. I’m hoping this Doc Tinn can help me out.”
Mama and Daddy went quiet after that, then a little later on I heard Mama say, “… I ain’t exactly in the mood after that little bedtime story you told me. Sorry, hon.”
“All right,” Daddy said. Then came complete silence. I snuggled under the covers, overcome by something I couldn’t quite put a name to. Fear. Excitement. A sense of mystery. They had talked about things I never even suspected could exist or happen.
I decided right then I was gonna be up early in the morning, see if I could get Daddy to let me ride with him over to Pearl Creek. I thought he owed me that. After all, I had found the body.
I lay there, drifting off, then it began to rain, softly at first, then hard. The sound of it helped put me to sleep.
“No. You can’t go.”
“But Daddy-”
“No ifs, ands, buts, or maybes. You can’t go.”
It was just daylight. I had hardly slept a wink last night, fearing I’d miss being up in time to talk to Daddy about the trip. But I didn’t feel a bit tired. I was boiling with energy and excitement. I hadn’t let on I had heard them talking through the wall. I had innocently asked Daddy what his plans were that day, and when he said Pearl Creek, I asked why Pearl Creek, and he told me he had to check with the doctor over there about the woman’s body I had found. That’s when I asked if I could go.
“I wouldn’t be any trouble,” I said.
“That may be, son. But I don’t think you oughta go with me. This is grown-up business.”
We were sitting at the table. Daddy was eating a couple of eggs Mama had fried up. He was poking the yellows with a big biscuit. I was having the same with a glass of buttermilk Mama had poured for me. She kept it cool by lowering the capped bottle down in the well and pulling it out when we wanted a taste.
I drank and ate quickly, fearing Tom would wake up, ’cause back then we were all early risers. Once Tom woke up, found out I was trying to go with Daddy, then it would darn sure be spoiled because Tom would want to go, and if Daddy didn’t want me to go, he sure wouldn’t want her to go. It was easier for him to say no to both of us than yes to one of us when we were both wanting the same thing.
’Course, he had already told me no, but I had learned that no didn’t always mean no, right at first anyway. By the time Daddy got to the third no, then I knew it was best I shut up.
Mama was pouring Daddy coffee when she said, “Jacob, he done seen the body. Why not let him ride over with you. He don’t have to see the body again.”
That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but if I could get Daddy to let me go, that would at least be a leg up. Who knew what I could work from there.
Daddy sighed. He looked at Mama, who smiled. Daddy said, “Well, I don’t know. He’s got chores.”
“There ain’t a lot to do this morning. I can do it for him. Me and Tom.”
“Tom will love that,” Daddy said.
“Just let him ride over. Won’t hurt him none to know what you do.”
Mama was standing behind Daddy, a hand on his shoulder. She looked at me and gave a slow wink.
Daddy didn’t say any more on the matter right then, and neither did Mama, and I had learned when he was at a bar ditch of decision it was best to just wait it out. It meant his mind wasn’t stone solid on a matter, but that things were being considered. It could go either way. If it went the way I didn’t want, I might beg, plead, or whine, but once his mind was truly made up, I could forget it. There’d be no jumping that bar ditch.
Daddy finished a second cup of coffee, then had Mama pour him a third he could take with him. He looked at me, pursed his lips, said, “You can go. But you got to stay out of the way. You ain’t doin’ nothing but riding over and ridin’ back, so get that in your head.”
“Yes sir,” I said.
Mama buttered me up a large biscuit, wrapped it in a cloth we used for a cup towel, poured me up another glass of buttermilk, gave them to me to eat on the way. We went out to the Ford, Daddy started it, and we were off.
It was exciting to ride in the car. We didn’t always use it. Saved gas that way, and according to Daddy saved on the engine. Besides, lots of places we wanted to go roads wouldn’t take us there. You had to go on foot or by mule or wagon rut. But this day was a special day. ’Cause not only would the road carry us to Pearl Creek, but I was with Daddy and going on a trip of discovery.
The sun was starting to shine bright by the time we rolled out of the yard, and while Daddy drove and tried to drink his coffee, I ate my buttered biscuit, and for the first time began to feel that I had stepped over the line of being a child, and into being a man.
It was a muddy trip, with the wet roads almost bogging us down a few times, but finally we came to Pearl Creek.
Pearl Creek was a real creek, and the name source for the town. The creek was broad in spots and fast running, and the bed of it was rich with white sand and a kind of pearl-colored gravel, hence the name. It was bordered by ancient and magnificent hickory trees and oaks, twisty, droopy willows with wrist-sized roots that worked out of the ground, wound around on the banks, looked like snakes and provided cover for the real thing.
On one side of the creek was the little town that was its namesake. To get there from our side, you had to cross a narrow, wood slat bridge, and when you did, the slats rattled beneath car tires, horse hooves, or wagon wheels like it was breaking apart beneath you.