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The everything board / Blue Moon Trail 56
« on: June 04, 2015, 01:56:48 PM »
Suddenly, a door opened from the bank behind Amity, and a man in a worn brown suit and string tie stepped out onto the walkway.

"Amity!  You'd best leave those kids be and quit rilin' 'em!"

The girl's arms were still crossed as she turned around and smiled.

"Mr. Ragsland?  Hadn't you better go back into the bank and pretend to be working?  My daddy might not like it if you boss his daughter around.  This is still the Depression, you know, and you are very expendable.  I'm sure loan officers are a dime a dozen this day and time."

The man fell silent as he turned around and walked back into the building.

Amity laughed aloud and spat.  "Stupid man.  With one word to my daddy, I could have him out on the street." 

Her eyes went again to Mark and Mary Ann.  "You hobos need a few more to join your tramp town?  Old Ragsland has a wife and a couple of kids who might need somewhere to go soon.  I just haven't made up my mind whether to let them stay or not."

Mark gritted his teeth and his fists were clinched at his side.  Brownie looked up at him and whined.

Mary Ann's voice was steady as she whispered to Mark but she did not try to hide the anger within it.  "Let's go back to camp."

Mark whispered back.  "I ain't lettin' her get away with this.  I wanta kick her rich butt down the street."

"It'll just make it worse, Mark.  She'll get that poor man fired for sure then, and there's no telling what she would do to our friends outside of town.  She could lie.  Who'd believe our word over hers?"

Amity frowned.  "What are you kids gabbing about?  Why don't you get out of our town now and maybe, just maybe, I won't tell my daddy about your rude behavior."

She laughed again.  "If you go now, I might even have the butcher at our grocery send some bones out to your shanty, and you and the rest of the tramps can fight over them."

Mary Ann pulled hard on Mark's arm and they started walking back toward the outskirts of town.  Mark stopped and glared at Amity, then resumed walking, her laughter following them.

When they reached the town limits of China Draw, Mark stopped, turned around, and stared at the town they had just left.  "Don't 'member a time I was so damn happy to be leavin' anywhere's like I am a'leavin' that town.  My papa always told me that hatin' was against the Good Book, but I don't know if I can keep from hatin' that there girl.  I ain't never met nobody as mean as her, man, woman, nor child."

Mary Ann gently grasped his hand.  "She'll pay her dues.  A person as cruel as she is will grow up lonely and without friends.  I could tell the girls with her only respected her family's money.  They were embarrassed by her.  They'll finally get enough of her insults and hateful behavior.  Then they'll leave her alone with her demons."

Mark grunted.  "She's got plenty of demons to go 'round, I reckon."



  EL

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The everything board / Blue Moon Trail 55
« on: June 01, 2015, 09:14:55 AM »
As they walked toward the outskirts of town, Mary Ann stared at the wooden sidewalk.  "Do you like me, Mark?"

He looked straight ahead and jammed his hands into his front pants pockets again.  "Course I do, girl.  Why'd ya ask that?"

Mary Ann sighed.  "You're a good guy.  I just wondered."

He stopped and looked at her.  "I reckon I got a hankerin' to be around ya if that's what you mean.  I ain't never been 'round no girls much 'cept for my sis, Emily.  I know I'm just a kid, though.  What does a kid know 'bout love an' life?"

Mary Ann started walking again.  "I know you're young, but maybe when you get older, and if you remember me, and I'm not too old and ugly, we might spend time together.  You think?"

Mark kept walking, but snickered.  "Girl, if you can cook anything close to my ma's cookin', I might just spend a lot of time with ya."

They both laughed.

Mark added.  "As fer as your looks; I guess I'd have to say that you're right purdy to look at, too."

He didn't see the slight smile on Mary Ann's face.

The two hadn't walked more than a half block when they heard a girl's laughter from across the street.  They stopped as one and saw three teenage girls talking amongst themselves, glancing now and then at Mark and Mary Ann.  By their clothes, she thought they might be children of well to do parents.

A blonde headed girl seemed to be the most outspoken.  "I think it's a downright sin that they let those filthy tramps into town.  They should be made to stay outside in their shanty towns where they belong.  They don't belong around decent folk."

Being a doctor's daughter, Mary Ann wasn't affected by the taunts, but she saw that Mark's jaw was clamped shut and his eyes were blazing.  She squeezed his shoulder.

His voice was steady.  "Best you city girls go on home to yer mamas an' do yer knittin' an' play with yer dollies.  I sure don't want my smell stinkin' up yer noses."

The other two girls looked nervously back toward the storefronts but the blonde grinned and stared at Mark.  "You're one to talk, hobo boy.  You ought to be in your tramp tent playing with your toys instead of in our town with respectable folks.  Why don't you two leave?  You're not wanted here."

One of the outspoken girl's friends lightly touched her on the arm.  "Amity?  Beth and I want to get a cola.  You want one?"

The one called Amity crossed her arms against her chest and squinted at Mark.  "You girls go ahead.  I'm not through talking to these bums yet."

The other two walked along the sidewalk, occasionally glancing back at the blonde.  They turned into the door of a drugstore.

Amity continued to stare at Mark and Mary Ann.  "You two have kids with your tramp girlfriends?  I've heard you tramps have babies with anybody at a young age."

Mark walked a few steps toward the girl.  Mary Ann again grabbed his arm.  "She's not worth it, Mark.  She just wants to get us in trouble with the townsfolk."

Suddenly, a door opened from the bank behind Amity, and a man in a worn brown suit and string tie stepped out onto the walkway.


  EL

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The everything board / Writing Workshops
« on: May 22, 2015, 11:37:38 AM »
I've been searching for another writing room (besides Funwriters), but surprisingly, I haven't found a single one.  I guess I'm googling wrong.  Do you know of any, Don?

Ed

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The everything board / The Hole 8
« on: October 01, 2014, 07:33:49 AM »
As Lukey ran to his home next door, Ricky looked down at me.  "You was just joshin' Lukey, wasn't ya?  That ain't no more a Injun chief's chicken bone than I am a Injun chief."

I stuck the shovel in the ground.  "We don't know that.  It was deep an' gotta be pretty old.  Whoever owned the chicken's prob'ly long dead now.  It coulda just as soon been a chief as anybody else that owned it.  Let Lukey have a dream or two to think about.  It ain't hurtin' you or nobody else."

Ricky knew I was serious.  He shrugged and hopped down in the hole as his brother climbed out.  "I ain't figgerin' to kid him 'bout it, but I hope we find somethin' else besides somebody's Sunday dinner."

I laughed and started digging again.

Thirty minutes later, and almost four feet deep, I looked up out of the hole.

"We might as well stop for the day.  We ain't hit anything since that chicken bone.  We can dig some more tomorrow an' then decide what to do."

Mike pulled himself out, then helped his brother.  Ricky stood there looking down into the hole.  "A pretty nice hole, if I say so myself."

Mike grinned.  "You got dirt 'round your eye.  Looks like I poked ya in it."

Ricky brought his bare arm up to his eye and wiped at it.  "I oughta leave it there and tell ma you blacked it.  I'd get back at ya fer all them shoulder whacks you been givin' me."

I laughed and picked up my shovel.  "Why don't you guys go home an' take a bath an' eat dinner.  Then we can meet back over at Lukey's place.  We can see what he did with his bone an' maybe play some monopoly or somehin'."

Ricky grumbled.  "He better have found out somethin' good.  He was gone long enough."

Mike put a shovel over his shoulder and headed toward the front yard.  "Let's go, squirt.  I'm hungry enough to eat a horse."

Ricky laughed and ran by his brother.  "If I had a horse, I'd tell it to skeedaddle 'fore you started chasin' it with a knife an' fork."

I grinned as I leaned my shovel beside the back door and went in.

An hour and a half later, I stepped out onto the front porch.  Travis, his sister, and mother were sitting on their big, covered front porch as they usually did on a summer evening.  Stella (their mother) was playing her guitar.

Travis saw me and he was grinning.  "Did ya find a rooster to go with that hen y'all found?"

I laughed.  "Might've been a rooster for all I know."

Deana stuck her finger to her mouth and pretended to gag.  "I'd hate to waste all that energy digging a hole and not find anything in it but an old chicken skeleton."

I smiled.  I could smell her perfume from my front porch.  "It's just somethin' to do, but can't ever tell.  We might find somethin' good."

She sighed.  "Oh well.  Whatever floats your boat, I guess."

I walked over to our north fence and looked up at Lukey's upstairs window.  Then I picked up a small rock and threw it at the side of the house a few feet from the window.  Mike raised the window and peered out.

"We still got a seat for the Monopoly game if ya want in.  Me an' Ricky just got here."

"I'm comin'.  You can go ahead an' divvy up the money, but don't cheat me.  I can count, ya know."  I winked as I walked around and went in.


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The everything board / Ian?
« on: September 29, 2014, 09:03:40 AM »
I hope you're still ok, Ian.  I miss your posts.    :(

Ed

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The everything board / Cold
« on: September 26, 2014, 09:37:01 AM »
I know it's not close to as good of a reason for you, Ian, or Cathleen not writing for a few days, but I've had a chest cold.  I should be over it in a couple of days and will post more to my story.  I just haven't been able to concentrate on it.

Ed

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The everything board / The Hole 7
« on: September 08, 2014, 10:33:42 AM »
On hands and knees, I bent over the hole.  "Well, whatcha got?  It ain't no secret."

Then, Ricky was beside me.  "Yeah!  I got my sweat in that damn hole too!  I wanta see the bone!"

Lukey was still protective of it as he fingered the small bone.  "It's pretty little.  Musta been one of those tiny dinos that they had back then.  I bet it'd prob'ly bite one of those big'uns on the foot an' then run like hell."

Mike's arms were shiny with perspiration as he threw down his shovel.  "Well, I ain't diggin' another inch till I see what ya got.  We all own a part of that bone."

Suddenly, came a voice from the south fence.  Travis was leaning over the top wire.  "You guys find a dinosaur bone?!  I wanna see it!  I read 'bout them in a book I got!"

I laughed.  "Guess you're outnumbered, Lukey.  Might as well let us get a eyeful.

Lukey murmured as he slowly turned around and held out his hand, palm up.

I frowned as I looked closer at his prize.  "That don't look much like a dino bone to me."  I glanced up at the hurt look in his eyes.  "Whatever kind of bone it is, though, I bet it's real old.  You got you a prize, fer sure."

Ricky snorted.  "Looks like what's left of the pulley bone I ate last night, only a lot older."

I glared at Ricky as Lukey's downcast look deepened.

Travis snickered from his perch on the fence.  "Lukey found hisself an old chicken bone?  I bet I can go look in Ricky's trash can an' find one just like it.  It'll have a twin, then."

When Lukey started to throw the bone at Travis, I stopped him.  "Wait a sec.  We don't know who owned that there chicken, if that's what it is.  As deep as it was, it's gotta be over a hunderd years old.  It prob'ly b'longed to some old Injun an' his squaw cooked it fer him over a campfire."

Lukey's eyes brightened as he looked again at the small bone.  "I bet you're right!  It mighta even been a Chief's chicken!  We found some black dirt earlier!  You reckon that could've been from a cook fire?!"

I winked at Mike and he grinned.  I looked around the sides of the hole.  "I bet it was.  I bet it was where that there chicken was cooked. 

Lukey, with new enthusiasm, scrambled up on top, dusted himself off with his free hand, and looked down at his other.  "I'm gonna run to the house an' put this here bone in a box an' look it up in the town library later.  I got a break comin' anyways."

I grinned to myself as I hopped down in the hole that was now between three and a half and four feet deep.  "Yeah.  You better go do that.  You don't want that Chief's chicken bone lost."

As Lukey ran to his home next door, Ricky looked down at me.  "You was just joshin' Lukey, wasn't ya?  That ain't no more a Injun chief's chicken bone than I am a Injun chief."

I stuck the shovel in the ground.  "We don't know that.  It was deep an' gotta be pretty old.  Whoever owned the chicken's prob'ly long dead now.  It coulda just as soon been a chief as anybody else that owned it.  Let Lukey have a dream or two to think about.  It ain't hurtin' you or nobody else."

Ricky knew I was serious.  He shrugged and hopped down in the hole as his brother climbed out.  "I ain't figgerin' to kid him 'bout it, but I hope we find somethin' else besides somebody's Sunday dinner."

I laughed and started digging again.


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The everything board / The Hole 6
« on: August 31, 2014, 11:12:19 AM »
Suddenly, Travis' back door opened and his older sister, Deana, looked out.  "Time to eat, Travis.  We're not gonna wait for you all day."

Travis ran toward his house.  "See y'all later!  Tell me if ya find anything good!"

As I stared next door, Ricky yelled.  "Stop thinkin' 'bout kissin' Travis' sis an' help me dig!  I ain't gonna dig this here hole by my lonesome!"

I grumbled as I continued digging.

***


An hour later, after a few rest and water breaks, Lukey and Mike were digging in the hole.  I was sitting and Ricky was throwing dirt clods out toward our trash barrel.

I picked up a clod and tossed it at Ricky's rear, missing by a few inches.  He glanced back and frowned, but went back to his barrel aiming.

I looked at the pile of dirt by our hole.  "Our heap of dirt's gettin' tall.  Hard to believe it all came out of there."

Ricky grunted as he hurled another clod.  "It'll be a damn sight easier gettin' it back in than it is takin' it out.  We ain't even found a bottle cap yet."

None of us spoke for the next few minutes.  Suddenly, Lukey stopped digging, bent down to pick something up, then broke the silence.

"Yeeee, haaaa!  I found a dino bone!  We musta just got far 'nough down to reach the skel'ton!"

The three of us looked toward Lukey's hands.  He hid them with his body.

"It's my dino bone!  I found it!"

On hands and knees, I bent over the hole.  "Well, whatcha got?  It ain't no secret."

Then, Ricky was beside me.  "Yeah!  I got my sweat in that damn hole too!  I wanta see the bone!"

Lukey was still protective of it as he fingered the small bone.  "It's pretty little.  Musta been one of those tiny dinos that they had back then.  I bet it'd prob'ly bite one of those big'uns on the foot an' then run like hell."

Mike's arms were shiny with perspiration as he threw down his shovel.  "Well, I ain't diggin' another inch till I see what ya got.  We all own a part of that bone."


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The everything board / The Hole 5
« on: August 23, 2014, 02:10:13 PM »
Mike put his hands on his ample hips.  "I'll blister yer butt if ya don't stop with the sass."  He pointed his finger again.  "I mean that."

For the first time that day, Ricky's grin dropped from his face as if it had suddenly melted in the sun.

I stuck the blade of my shovel into the ground below me and whispered to Lukey.  "That boy's mouth is gonna get him in a heap of trouble one of these days."

Lukey nodded as he threw a spadeful of dirt over the edge of the hole.  "If I dared talk to David like that, I'd end up in the hospital."

Suddenly, a voice rang out about forty feet away.  "What you guys doin'?  Diggin' to China?"

There stood Travis, my twelve year old neighbor to the south who rarely wore anything during the summer months but shorts.  Shoes only touched his feet when school started or for a special occasion.  He stood on the bottom wire of the four wire fence that separated our houses.

I looked up from my digging.  "Hey Travis.  How's it goin'?"

He watched Lukey and I as we dug.  "Doin' okay.  What you guys doin'?  You diggin' fer somethin' or ya just diggin' to be diggin'?

Ricky piped up.  "Lukey says we're gonna find some treasure or bones or somethin', but so far, we ain't found nothin' but dirt an' damn tree roots."

Travis laughed as I frowned at Ricky.  "If we do find somethin', you ain't gettin' no part of it 'less you help dig for it, Rick."

Ricky got up from his sitting position and slapped the dirt from his backside.  "I said I'd dig, but one of you guys gotta get outa there."

Lukey jumped out of the hole and held the shovel out.  "Here.  I gotta rest awhile.  My arms are killin' me."

Ricky jumped down in the hole and pulled the spade in.  "Still don't know what you s'pect to find."

Travis jumped down from the fence wire.  "Don't know why y'all didn't come over here.  We got a old sewey hole out by the barn that's already dug.  You'd just have to make it wider to climb down in."

I laughed.  "I don't 'speck we'd find bones in the bottom of that hole, Travis."

Ricky looked up from the hole.  "I don't figger hundred year old turds are worth much."

Travis shrugged.  "Suit yerselves.  They used to keep hosses an' cows in the old barn, though.  I bet they was cowboys an' injuns around there too......, maybe even some outlaws."

I looked out toward the two story structure with the open window at the top.  "Guess they kept a lot of hay upstairs too.  I found old straw around last time we were up there."

Suddenly, Travis' back door opened and his older sister, Deana, looked out.  "Time to eat, Travis.  We're not gonna wait for you all day."

Travis ran toward his house.  "See y'all later!  Tell me if ya find anything good!"

As I stared next door, Ricky yelled.  "Stop thinkin' 'bout kissin' Travis' sis an' help me dig!  I ain't gonna dig this here hole by my lonesome!"

I grumbled as I continued digging.


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The everything board / The Hole 4
« on: August 14, 2014, 12:53:57 PM »
When the three of us reached him, Lukey had already started the hole.  He was busily working, his eyes shining with the thought of possible treasures.

Ricky squatted and watched him as he threw dirt from it.  "The way he's goin', he ain't gonna need any help diggin'.  Maybe we should just wait an' see what he's gonna come up with."

Mike bit his lower lip and pinched Ricky's earlobe.  Ricky yelped.  "I was just kiddin'!  Don't have a hissy fit!  I'll dig some when it's my damn turn!"

***

Thirty minutes passed.

Mike leaned on his shovel and puffed.  "Man.  It's hot out here.  Maybe we should've got under the tree to dig."

Ricky sat grinning at his brother as I answered, my chin against my shovel handle.  "Too many big roots, and we'd be cuttin' little ones ever' time we stuck in a shovel.  This far out, we won't hit too many."

Ricky laughed aloud.  "Little late to be squawkin' 'bout the heat.  We done dug nearly two damn feet deep an' way wide.  'Sides, maybe you'll lose some of yer fat by the time the hole's done."

Mike dropped the shovel, bit his lip, and made for the side of the hole.  I had to stop him from climbing out after Ricky.  "He's just tryin' to rile ya, Mike.  Don't pay attention to him."

Mike grumbled and bent over to pick up the spade.  When he did, his rear end bumped into Lukey, almost knocking him down.  The scene was met with a howl from Ricky.

A frustrated Mike glared at his brother, then sighed.  "We got too many tryin' to dig.  It's hard to do much with two of you in here with me."

I agreed.  "Why don't you go up top an' me an' Lukey'll dig awhile longer.  You're right about too many of us diggin'.  We'll make more headway with two."

Mike put his palm down on the ground above the hole and hopped out, almost toppling over, but regaining his balance.  Ricky grinned at him, but said nothing.

Mike pointed his finger at him.  "You're next to dig, smart ass.  You ain't dug more'n five minutes.  You might be little, but you can hold a shovel good as I can."

Ricky looked at his palm and feigned pain.  "I'll try but I think I got a damn blister already."

Mike put his hands on his ample hips.  "I'll blister yer butt if ya don't stop with the sass."  He pointed his finger again.  "I mean that."

For the first time that day, Ricky's grin dropped from his face as if it had suddenly melted in the sun.

I stuck the blade of my shovel into the ground below me and whispered to Lukey.  "That boy's mouth is gonna get him in a heap of trouble one of these days."

Lukey nodded as he threw a spadeful of dirt over the edge of the hole.  "If I dared talk to David like that, I'd end up in the hospital."

Suddenly, a voice rang out about forty feet away.  "What you guys doin'?  Diggin' to China?"

 
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The everything board / The Hole 3
« on: August 03, 2014, 01:38:36 PM »
I sat down by the board.  "Yep.  We'll get a early start in the mornin'.  I got a shovel.  Your dad got an old one or two we can borrow, Lukey?"

"Yep.  He's got two or three if Mike an' Ricky can't get one."

Ricky held up the two dice with one hand and stuck his other one out, palm up.  "Somebody's got a dice roll once my butthead brother pays me fer landin' on Boardwalk."

Mike scowled and grabbed his money as Lukey and I laughed.

***

The next morning, we had gathered up three shovels and stood in the middle of my back yard.  My mom came to the door and looked out.

"Be sure and dig your hole away from the clothesline, hon."

Ricky snickered behind his hand as I answered.  "We will, ma.  Don't worry."

As soon as she closed the door, Ricky broke out in laughter.  "Where you want this here hole, hon?!"

I made a fist and pulled it back in mock attack.  "If you don't want two sore shoulders 'stead of one, you'll hush, Rick."

Ricky quickly grabbed his arm.  "Sorry.  Just joshin' ya."

Lukey put his hand to his chin and looked around.  "I don't guess it matters where we dig it.  Treasure or bones could be anywheres.  You got any ideas?  It's your yard."

I looked out past our lone Chinese elm tree.  "I guess out toward the nor'east corner.  If we get too close to the tree, we'll hit a bunch of big roots.  We ain't got nothin' to cut 'em with, an' 'sides, I don't want the tree to die."

Lukey started walking as if he were pacing the length off.  He stopped about two thirds of the way to the corner of the yard.  "This here far 'nough, Ed?  You want me to go farther?"

I looked at the distance from the tree.  "I think that oughta do it.  We can make the entrance right 'bout there."

I looked around at Mike and Ricky as Lukey broke ground with his shovel.  "That place seem all right to you guys?"

Ricky shrugged.  "Don't make a damn differnce to me.  We just got three shovels, though.  Guess I'll have to sit back an' egg you guys on.  I'm too little to dig much, anyhow."

Ricky's grin covered his face.

Mike frowned and stared daggers at his brother.  "You'll play hell.  We'll take turns an' you'll dig just as much as I do."

Ricky started to answer with a retort, then spat, and walked silently toward Lukey.

When the three of us reached him, Lukey had already started the hole.  He was busily working, his eyes shining with the thought of possible treasures.

Ricky squatted and watched him as he threw dirt from it.  "The way he's goin', he ain't gonna need any help diggin'.  Maybe we should just wait an' see what he's gonna come up with."

Mike bit his lower lip and pinched Ricky's earlobe.  Ricky yelped.  "I was just kiddin'!  Don't have a hissy fit!  I'll dig some when it's my damn turn!"


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The everything board / The Hole 2
« on: July 24, 2014, 02:49:11 PM »
Just as we started laughing, Lukey held up his hands.  "Fergit 'bout that dumb butt.  That mag got me thinkin'.  What if we were to dig us a hole?  What if we dug that hole an' looked fer' Injun bones an' gold an' stuff?"

Mike, Ricky, and I looked at each other. 

Then, I looked at Lukey.  "An' where 'bouts were you plannin' on diggin' this here hole of yours?"

He glanced up at me, then his eyes went to the Monopoly board.  He picked up a red hotel and looked at it as if it were a relic.

"I figured we'd dig it out by Mike an' Ricky's alley, down by the corner of their lot."

Ricky stared at Lukey's hand as Mike shook his head from side to side.  "Ain't no way!  If the trash truck's wheel rolled into the hole, my mom an' dad'd prob'ly have to pay to get it pulled out, an' they'd tan our hides, fer sure!"

Lukey threw up his hands and shrugged.  His right hand was squeezed tightly in a fist.  "Let's put the thing in the middle of the yard!  Ain't no truck gonna roll over it there!"

Mike shook his head again.  "My mom'd never let us do it.  She brags a heap on that grass of ours."

I grinned and looked at Lukey.  "It was your idea, man.  Let's dig it over in a corner of your fence.  Your dad's got so many plumbin' pipes, old camodes, an' stuff out in back, they prob'ly won't even see the dang hole."

Lukey sighed.  "My old man's known to hide bottles of beer from my ma in them pipes.  He'd prob'ly go out there some night lookin' for one an' break a leg in the hole.  I don't wanna try to conjure up what would happen to my butt, then."

He looked at the wall and pulled back his fist.  "Guess we won't find any gold or bones after all."

Ricky grabbed his arm.  "You throw my damn hotel an' you'll by God go an' find it!  That there's worth mucho rent!"

Lukey dropped the plastic building onto the board as Ricky grunted and placed it back on Boardwalk.

I laughed and slapped a forelorn looking Lukey on his back.  "We'll dig the hole in my back yard.  Heck.  My ma and dad don't care.  My dad don't ever go out there anyway, an' as long as it ain't around the clothes line or the trail to the trash barrel, my mom won't mind.  It won't mess up any grass 'cause we don't have any.  We can dig that hole as deep as we dare to dig it as long as we cover the thing up later."

Lukey was all smiles as he slapped a fist into his other palm.  "Now, men, we can get rich findin' all kinds of stuff in the ground!  We might even find some dinosaur bones an' sell 'em to a museum!  I bet they'd pay a hunk of cash fer a big old dino bone!"

Ricky stared at the Monopoly board.  "I still won the damn game.  You guys were all 'bout broke."

Mike slugged him on the shoulder.  "Hold yer hosses, slum lord!  The game ain't over yet!  It's too late to start diggin' now, anyway."

I sat down by the board.  "Yep.  We'll get a early start in the mornin'.  I got a shovel.  Your dad got an old one or two we can borrow, Lukey?"

"Yep.  He's got two or three if Mike an' Ricky can't get one."

Ricky held up the two dice with one hand and stuck his other one out, palm up.  "Somebody's got a dice roll once my butthead brother pays me fer landin' on Boardwalk."

Mike scowled and grabbed his money as Lukey and I laughed.


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The everything board / The Hole 1
« on: July 16, 2014, 03:02:10 PM »
We watched as it fell and hit with a thud.

I looked at Lukey.  "Should we have?"

Then, all three of us looked at Lukey.

He thought for a minute and looked toward his house.  "Heck yeah.  Drop 'em!"

***

It was a hot summer day but there was a breeze, and we had both windows wide open in Lukey's upstairs bedroom.  We four boys were sprawled on and beside the bed, a monopoly board lay in the center.

Mike rolled the dice and moved his top hat eleven spaces, and grunted.

Ricky laughed gleefully.  "Welcome to Boardwalk!  With one of them red hotels, I just made you a poor man!  You might just have'ta go lookin' in yer trash barrel fer your supper!"

Mike grunted as he peeled off hundreds from his dwindling pile.  "I ain't broke yet, runt.  If I'd gotten the shoe before you did, I wouldn't of hit your durn hotel."

Ricky snickered.  "I can't help it if I'm faster'n you, see'in as you're a fat man an' can't climb the stairs fast 'nough.  That there top hat's just as good, anyways."

Mike bit his bottom lip and his fist flew before Ricky could duck.  He yelped and grabbed his shoulder.  "You damn bully!  Guess I'm gonna have to start wearin' a piller tied to my damn arm!"

He jerked his head toward me.  "Trade places with me!  I can't take no more of his crap!"

As usual, I sighed and got between the brothers.  "Ease up, you guys.  Me and Lukey's playin' too, an' we've both got hotels on our properties.  Ain't either one of you won yet."

Ricky jumped up and walked to the window.  "We been on summer vacation fer a month already an' here we are up the damn stairs wastin' a good day outside.  We oughta be out doin' somethin' 'stead of up here playin' a damn board game."

I sat up.  "What do you think we ought to do?  I'm listenin'."

Ricky came back and sat down on the side of the bed.  "Beats me.  We ain't got 'nough men fer baseball, an' my glove's crappy, anyhow."

Suddenly, Lukey slapped his fist into his other palm.  "I think I got an idea!  I found a mag 'bout treasure huntin' an' stuff under David's bed!  It says they used to be Injuns an' cowboys 'round these parts a long time ago!  They was even some gangsters that come 'round here!"

I grinned.  "What's yer brother doin' with books like that, anyway?  He don't like anything but sports an' girls."

"Well, there was a nudie mag hidden inside it."

Just as we started laughing, Lukey held up his hands.  "Fergit 'bout that dumb butt.  That mag got me thinkin'.  What if we were to dig us a hole?  What if we dug that hole an' looked fer' Injun bones an' gold an' stuff?"

Mike, Ricky, and I looked at each other. 

Then, I looked at Lukey.  "An' where 'bouts were you plannin' on diggin' this here hole of yours?"


(Cont)

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The everything board / Blue Moon Trail 54
« on: July 09, 2014, 03:11:56 PM »
Mary Ann slipped her hand around Mark's, and they continued to walk up the street.  Mark smiled, even through the foot deep hole full of water that he stepped in.  The smile never left his face.

She grinned at him.  "I forgot.  Remember that I'm supposed to be a boy.  Someone might see us."

Mark's hand dropped by his side.  "Damn gawkers.   Guess we'd best not do that in town.  These here rubberneckers might get the wrong idea."


*****


As they walked toward the outskirts of town, Mary Ann stared at the wooden sidewalk.  "Do you like me, Mark?"

He looked straight ahead and jammed his hands into his front pants pockets again.  "Course I do, girl.  Why'd ya ask that?"

Mary Ann sighed.  "You're a good guy.  I just wondered."

He stopped and looked at her.  "I reckon I got a hankerin' to be around ya if that's what you mean.  I ain't never been 'round no girls much 'cept for my sis, Emily.  I know I'm just a kid, though.  What does a kid know 'bout love an' life?"

Mary Ann started walking again.  "I know you're young, but maybe when you get older, and if you remember me, and I'm not too old and ugly, we might spend time together.  You think?"

Mark kept walking, but snickered.  "Girl, if you can cook anything close to my ma's cookin', I might just spend a lot of time with ya."

They both laughed.

Mark added.  "As fer as your looks; I guess I'd have to say that you're right purdy to look at, too."

He didn't see the slight smile on Mary Ann's face.

The two hadn't walked more than a half block when they heard a girl's laughter from across the street.  They stopped as one and saw three teenage girls talking amongst themselves, glancing now and then at Mark and Mary Ann.  By their clothes, she thought they might be children of well to do parents.

A blonde headed girl seemed to be the most outspoken.  "I think it's a downright sin that they let those filthy tramps into town.  They should be made to stay outside in their shanty towns where they belong.  They don't belong around decent folk."

Being a doctor's daughter, Mary Ann wasn't affected by the taunts, but she saw that Mark's jaw was clamped shut and his eyes were blazing.  She squeezed his shoulder.

His voice was steady.  "Best you city girls go on home to yer mamas an' do yer knittin' an' play with yer dollies.  I sure don't want my smell stinkin' up yer noses."

The other two girls looked nervously back toward the storefronts but the blonde grinned and stared at Mark.  "You're one to talk, hobo boy.  You ought to be in your tramp tent playing with your toys instead of in our town with respectable folks.  Why don't you two leave?  You're not wanted here."


  EL



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The everything board / Blue Moon Trail 53
« on: July 03, 2014, 09:24:27 AM »
She was leaning against the building as he came out the door.  As he closed it, Brownie looked up at him and yipped.  Mark dropped to his knee and hugged the spaniel's head to his chest and laughed.  "We know where Pa's at, Brownie!  All we's gotta do is get to him!"

Mary Ann looked down the street.  An old man was limping his way from one side to the other.  She heard a woman talking loudly from a few houses down. She was yelling for the old man to hurry home.

"So......  Your dad is waiting for you?"

Mark looked at the old man and frowned.  "He better not be in no big rush.  His wife'll clean his plow when he gets there."

Then, he looked at Mary Ann.  "Yep.  I know his whereabouts.  Just not sure quite where.  Ma said he hurt his leg.  She says he'll be out of business for a couple days."

Suddenly, an older lady ran out into the street, and began hitting the old man over the head with a straw broom.  He screeched and fell to the ground, covering his head with his hands as he hit.

Mark stuck his hands into his front pants pockets and began walking the other direction.  "It's bad 'nough seein' bo's fightin' on the road, but I don't care to watch men an' their wives fightin'."

Mary Ann turned, and followed Mark.  "Guess that's a good reason not to ever get married.  I'd never hit my man."

Twelve year old Mark looked around at her and grinned.  "I s'peck you might steal his shoes, though."

Mary Ann slapped the back of Mark's head and he laughed.  "Better not be too rambuncious, girl.  My big ole guard dog might take yer head off."

Brownie looked from Mark to Mary Ann and whined.

Mary Ann snickered.  "Yep.  Brownie is a killer, all right."

She dropped to her knees and hugged Brownie as he licked her face.

Mark stopped and looked down at the girl and his dog.  He felt strange, almost dizzy, but he didn't know why.

"That there dog's actin' like he cares more 'bout you than me, girl.  Maybe I ought to give you part ownership of him."  Mark laughed.

Brownie whined again and looked at Mark.

"If'n I didn't know better, I'd think you was laughin' at me, dog."

Mary Ann slipped her hand around Mark's, and they continued to walk up the street.  Mark smiled, even through the foot deep hole full of water that he stepped in.  The smile never left his face.

She grinned at him.  "I forgot.  Remember that I'm supposed to be a boy.  Someone might see us."

Mark's hand dropped by his side.  "Damn gawkers.  Guess we'd best not do that in town.  These here rubber neckers might get the wrong idea."

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