“And what then?”
“She killed it.”
“How did she do that?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Did other men have something to do with it?”
“I don’t say they didn’t.”
“And you put her out?”
“I never put her out. She left me.”
“That was after the mine closed down?”
“It was after the mine closed down, and after the camp broke up. The seam feathered out to nothing, from a seven-foot seam of the finest steam coal in all this section, to just a six-inch layer that couldn’t be worked. And for a year twenty or thirty of us drove tunnels in the rock, where they were hoping it would thicken up again, and we even put down a shaft, so if there was a jag in the seam we’d know it. We never found anything, but all during that time people were moving out, and she said them empty shacks got on her nerves. Then they backed up the trucks and took the shacks away, down to their No. 5 mine near Carbon City. Then they took the church and the store and the tipple and the railroad and everything away, so there was nothing there to get on your nerves. And then she moved out.”
“Maybe she liked people.”
“Maybe she liked a lot of things.”
“You sound awful bitter.”
“I told you once I don’t want to talk about it.”
“You ever see her anymore?”
“No, never.”
“Or the children?”
“Not since she took them away.”
“You ever want to?”
“Sometimes I think of them. Specially little Kady. Jane, she took after my grandmother, and had the same stony disposition. But Kady was cute.”
“You know where they are?”
“Yes, I know.”
We had hominy and chicken, that I had killed the day before and put in the well for the preacher, and after we ate she helped me wash up and it only took a little while. Then she wanted to see where the mine had been and the camp, so we took a walk in the moonlight and I showed her how it was laid out. Then we came back to my place and I showed her my cornfields and hog pens and stable and barn, and explained to her how I had been just over the line from the company land, so I never had to pay them rent when I worked in the mine, and I could make a little extra selling pop and stuff to the men, because I did it cheaper than the company store.
“Did you buy their land when the camp was taken away?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“That your corn growing on it?”
“I don’t say it’s not.”
“You rent that field?”
“It might be I just plant it.”
“You mean they like you?”
“Once a year they come out here and warn me to get off and stay off. Something about the law, I forget what. They can’t admit I got a right there, I guess that’s it.”
“And what do you do?”
“I get off and stay off. One hour.”
“You mean they just let you use that land?”
“I accommodate them a little bit. When they were first moving out, and all that machinery was up there in the tipple, I watched it for them. Things were kind of lively around here in those days, what with the union moving in and all, and sometimes dynamite got left in dangerous places, with the caps and stuff all ready to go off. Then later, if a rock got washed down, so it might fall on somebody and they’d be sued, I moved it for them or let them know. They treat me all right.”
“I should say they do.”
Under my apple trees she hooked little fingers with me. “Miss, you can stop doing things like that.”
“Mister, why?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“I know how old you are. You’re forty-two.”
“Well, to you forty-two may look old, but to me it don’t feel old. You don’t watch out, something might happen to you.”
“Not unless I want it to.”
“If your name is Morgan, you would want it to.”
“Even with you?”
“If he’s a relation, that just makes it better.”
“And if your name is Tyler, you wait at the head of the hollow till he goes by and then you shoot him in the back.”
“I never shot anybody.”
“We were talking about names, weren’t we? Some people have got a name for one thing, some for something else.”
“All I’m saying is, some things run in the blood.”
“And all I’m saying is, there’s blood and blood.”
“And if it’s there, you better fight it.”
“What good does that do you?”
“If you don’t know, nobody can’t teach you.”
“Maybe I already did some fighting. Maybe it didn’t get me anything. Maybe I’m tried of fighting. Maybe I feel like cutting loose. Maybe I just want to be bad.”
“That’s no way to talk.”
“It’s one way.”
When we got back to the cabin I told her she had to go, to get her things and I’d run her down to wherever she wanted to go, in the little Ford truck I use for hauling stuff. She went in the back room where her suitcase was, and was gone quite a while. When she came back she had taken off her clothes and put on a nightgown, wrapper and slippers. I tried to tell her to get dressed again, but nothing would come out of my mouth. She sat down beside me and put her head on my shoulder.
“Don’t make me go.”
“You got to.”
“I couldn’t stand it.”
All of a sudden she broke out crying, and hung on to me, and talked all kind of wild stuff about what she’d been through, and how I had to help her out. Then after she quieted down a little she said: “Don’t you know who I am?”
“I told you three times, no.”
“I’m Kady.”
“... Who?”
“Your little girl. The one you like.”
If I could write it down in this old ledger I’m using that I took her in my arms and told her to stay because she was my child, and could have anything from me she needed, I would do it, because on what happened later it would look like I never meant anything like that at the start, and like I got into it without really knowing what I was doing. But it wouldn’t be true. I took her in my arms, and told her to stay, and fixed the back room for her, and took my own blankets to the stable, where there’s a bunk I can sleep in. But all the time my heart was pounding at the way she made me feel, and all the time I could see she knew how she made me feel, and didn’t care.
Chapter 2
“What was it that happened to you?”
“What is it ever?”
“You mean a man?”
“If you could call it a man.”
“And what did he do to you?”
“He left me.”
“And what else?”
“That’s all.”
It was Sunday morning, and she was lying on the stoop in the sun, still in the pink gingham dress she had put on to help me with the feeding. I mumbled how sorry I was, and switched off to Blount, where Belle was running a boarding house for miners in the Llewelyn No. 3. Then all of a sudden she changed her mind, and did want to talk. “That’s not all. There’s a lot more to it than that. I didn’t have much to say when you were talking about Morgans, did I? I know about that. I was twelve I guess when I woke up to a few things that were going on. Jane, she knew about them before I did, and we talked about it a lot, and kept saying we would never be like that. And we decided the whole trouble, when you see something like that, is how ignorant people are, like Belle not even being able to read.And then we made up our minds we were taking the bus every day and going to high school. And that was when Belle got sick.”
“Her sickness all comes out of a bottle.”
“This was lung trouble.”
“You mean she’s really got lung trouble?”
“The doctor said if she was careful she’d get along, but she couldn’t work hard — so one of us had to run the place. So Jane said it would be her.”