The sun sends its warm rays down onto the world, onto the trees, and onto the green, green grass of my home. God is in his Heaven as I lie here in my grave. I killed a man. I killed him out of fear, fear of losing my love. But I lost her anyway when they hung me from the old oak that stands out front of the courthouse.
My name ain’t important … hell, I ain’t important to no one no more, except maybe the worms that crawl through my body and feast on my rotting flesh.
I had me some bottomland, good bottomland, only forty acres, but it was mine. I had cleared it and planted corn and sorghum in the spring of ’85. I was a man in love. Her name was Faith and she was the most beautiful woman in the world, at least to me.
I’ve never been around womenfolk all that much, so I wasn’t prepared when I first saw her. I was in town for supplies. I had just finished loading the wagon when she walked by. She looked like an angel. Her hair was a golden color—the color of sunlight. Her eyes were gray. She made my legs quaver. I fell in love.
I did not see her again until the grange meeting. I went because the topic of discussion was to be water rights. I had my water, but if someone was going to take some of it, I needed to know about it beforehand. She sat stately in the front row. Nothing much was accomplished at the meeting. Afterward, I stood outside lighting my pipe when she walked up to me. She was so beautiful.
“Hello, Mister MacDonald, my name is Faith Simpson. My people own the land next to yours. We just moved here from the East and I’ve been wanting to meet you.”
That was the beginning. Before I knew it, her family had my water and she had my heart.
On the third moon of our meeting, we were betrothed.
Then, on a cold, dark night, I made the mistake of my life. She was standing on a chair, putting up curtains in my cabin. She was getting it ready for when she would live there. Jim Peters—from a ways up on the mountain—had come down on his way to town and stopped by when he saw the light in the window.
I know now that I was mistaken, but this is what I saw as I walked up to the cabin. Through the window I saw her in his arms. Now I know that she had stumbled and Jim had caught her before she hit the floor. But I didn’t know that back then. I pulled my gun and sent Jim Peters to another world.
It was a mistake. It was my blunder, and for that I lie here alone in my grave and try to feel the warm sun on the green, green grass of my home.
What a great story. First impressions are usually wrong.
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I reckon you’re right.
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A hasty reaction can get a guy killed.
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It sure can, ma’am.
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Yup!
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I quite enjoyed how you captured our attention in this tale of love and woe.
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Thank you very much. It does my heart good when people enjoy my stuff.
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Jealousy, possessiveness, and one mistake. This cost 2 lives. Such a sad tale.
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Thanks for stopping by, V.M. I’ll try to make the next story a little happier. Maybe I won’t even kill anyone in it.
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The proverbial love triangle. Only he jumped the gun. Was that, by any chance, inspired by the song Tom Dooley? I think the Kingston Trio sang it many, many years ago. Only in the song, he kills her and not the guy. Cool. Like it.
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I was inspired by an old Jerry Lee Lewis song title, The Green, Green Grass of Home.
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I remember that. I’ve often found songs that tell a story inspiring.
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Many emotions shown in this one::love, anger, jealousy, hate, regret…short, sweet, and on the mark!
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Thanks, and thank you for the great review on Danny’s book.
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How very tragic, Andrew.
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Yup.
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A very good story thought.
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Wow! Just one mistake can change an entire destiny! Well-done, Andrew!
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Thank you, Jan.
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Shows what jealousy and a hot temper can get ya.
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Thank God my temper is under control.
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I can see that. 😀
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