The Family Tree E-Book

Keith Kelly

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Nebraska, 1885. The McIntosh family is struggling to make ends meet at their farm on the Great Plains of Nebraska.

Slavery has ended and the country is in turmoil. Their family roots grow deep, focusing on the family patterns passed down to each generation. Each generation of the family finds themselves exposed to different challenges as their society and human condition changes.

Follow the story of their family and join in their struggles and triumphs through late 19th century to 2017 Arkansas, as the changing world and circumstances grow new branches to this family tree.

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THE FAMILY TREE

KEITH KELLY

CONTENTS

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

The Family Tree

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2022 Keith Kelly

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Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Elizabeth N. Love

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

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CHAPTERONE

Emma Colburn was born in 1885 on a small farm in Nebraska. Her parents, Fitzgerald and Thelma, felt overjoyed that they birthed a healthy daughter. They were poor farmers on a modest farm. Fitzgerald’s mother, born into slavery, was one of thirteen slaves in Nebraska in 1855. Fitzgerald’s father was his mother’s master. Little Fitzgerald was born light-skinned, Thelma, his wife, a white woman. Genetics blessed their offspring. Fitzgerald knew two things. If Emma looked black, she would have a tough time in the world, and if she looked mixed, it would be worse. Emma, being born looking like a white baby, he saw as a blessing. They never had much, but they had love.

Fitzgerald and Thelma never thought about God or religion until their daughter’s birth. They began reading the Bible and holding worship in their house among neighbors. Many farms and people struggled to make ends meet, needing miracles and searching for anything to help them. Fitzgerald began the Smithville Church of Christ, which set up a long-lasting tradition in his family. Fitzgerald and Thelma worked hard to make sure Emma always had food, clothes, and love. Neither of them had an education and quit school in the sixth grade to help on the farm. They vowed that Emma would get her learning.

As Emma grew, she became her daddy’s little girl, going everywhere with him. In the summer, she went with him to the fields to farm instead of helping her mom with household duties. Emma never wanted to be out of her father’s sight. She loved her mother, but she became particularly close to her father.

One Christmas, Emma remembered receiving a gift, despite there never being extra money for gifts. That Christmas, however, when she was six, she awoke to find a peppermint stick in her stocking. She quickly dumped the sock’s contents out on the floor, and instead of the usual apple falling out, a huge bright red and white peppermint stick hit the floor. She immediately ran and hugged her father. She carried this memory with her until the day she died.

At six years old, Emma already knew a lot about growing crops and riding horses. She and her father would race across the plains on the way back from town. Emma loved going into the small town of Smithville. The only time that Fitzgerald wouldn’t take her into town was on Thursday afternoons. It was years later before she realized why she couldn’t go with him. That’s when he visited the saloon to drink and spend two hours with Ida Lee, the Madam. Ida seldom worked the rooms, but for Fitzgerald, she looked forward to it. There were four girls, including herself, in the barroom. The Madam took care of them like a mother and loved them. She protected them against drifters who came into town. Tommy Snark, the saloon owner, ran a tight operation and didn’t put up with any ruckus, just as Ida Lee didn’t put up with any mistreatment of her girls.

Emma liked Ida Lee. Every time Ida Lee saw her in town, she would give her a piece of candy. Ida was one of the friendliest women Emma ever met. Ida Lee adored Emma. Emma noticed her dad and Ida Lee were friendly towards each other. The two of them would talk, laugh and stare eat each other. Emma was too young to understand this, but she learned her father and Ida Lee had fallen in love over the years.

Ida Lee had broken many cowboys’ hearts over the years. To her, it was a job, except with Fitzgerald. She would have quit it all to be with him. He loved her, but he also cherished his wife. They both knew he would never leave Thelma. The only man to break Ida’s heart was Fitzgerald.

Ida’s girls brought a lot of business to the saloon, and Tommy paid them decent wages for it. All the girls had broken a cowboy's heart or two, that’s for sure. Claire, nineteen years old, with the look of an angel, beautiful in every way, wandered into the barroom on a windy Tuesday afternoon, just a girl, when Ida Lee took her in as her own. A tornado hit as Claire’s family crossed the Kansas plains. Claire survived by hiding in a ravine. When she closes her eyes, she can still see that massive black tornado ripping and shredding brush in its path. Almost a clear sky all around this swirling cloud devouring the blue canvas above. And the sound, like a flying train.

Sissy was the oldest of Ida’s girls at twenty-five. She lived in a tiny house on the edge of town and was the only one who lived outside the saloon. When younger, Sissy married a man from El Paso. After he killed a Sheriff for the fun of it, she met a man on a cattle drive. As they passed through Nebraska, he left her in Smithville. Then there was Sue, the wild type that many of the cowboys liked. She was born a pastor’s daughter in East Texas among the piney woods.

Ida Lee was thirty-five years old. She had been working at the saloon since the age of fifteen. Tommy Snark and his bride took her in when they saw her walking the streets of Smithville, skinny, hungry, and wild. She had no recollection and still doesn’t know how she ended up in Smithville. The only thing she recalls is a man hid her in some bushes by the river when she was tiny. She remembers hearing Indian chants. She figures they killed the man who hid her.

Emma was more intelligent than the average kid, so she picked up on her father and Ida Lee's feelings for each other. This dawned on her because Fitzgerald looked at Thelma the same way as he looked at Ida Lee. Emma knew he loved her mother, so she concluded he loved Ida Lee as well.

Thelma, Emma’s mother, showed her how to keep up a house while her father taught her farming. Emma was a social kid and made good grades in school; she knew more about her subjects than her teacher, Ms. Smacks. Emma wasn’t shy. She talked to everyone, and people found her pleasant. Many times she told Bible stories to the congregation of Smithville. She liked school and playing with her friends. Sometimes one of her friends would come home with her after school to play marbles or jacks.

Often Emma and her friends would go to Mr. Hanson’s store after school for a pop. Mr. Hanson was a jokester, always playing tricks on the kids by telling them there wasn’t any candy, or he’d take his teeth out telling them he ate too many sweets and lost them. Also, he would hide rubber snakes behind the candy bars. Mr. Hanson meant it in good fun. He was a good-hearted man and decorated soldier from the Civil War. Emma wasn’t sure what war or decorated meant but figured it important because everyone respected him.

Emma enjoyed a decent life in Smithville even though they didn’t have much money. There was plenty of love in the household. That all changed when Emma turned fifteen. Two weeks after her birthday, on a hot summer August evening, she woke to the smell of smoke. Emma coughed as feelings of terror raged throughout her little body. She screamed for her parents. Little Emma could see smoke coming from under her bedroom door and knew not to open it. Suddenly, she heard a man calling her name, and then he grabbed her, and they got out through her bedroom window. It was Mr. Hanson who saved her. He was passing by and saw the house engulfed in flames. The only room he could reach was Emma’s. She was the sole survivor. Afterward, Emma carried her mother’s picture and her father’s watch everywhere. Emma had dark circles under her eyes from crying, begging God in her prayers to bring them back. She couldn’t imagine what her future would be like.

“Where will live? What will I do?” The world was still spinning, and she felt lost and alone. Emma stayed with Mr. Hanson and his wife for two weeks when Ida Lee took her in to live with her.

Emma liked living with her. She was a good woman even though many churchgoers didn’t care for her way of living. Ida Lee made sure Emma remained in school to get her high school diploma. All the other kids had to drop out of school to help their parents on their farms. Ida Lee did her best to raise Emma. For those five years, Ida Lee did her best to keep Emma away from the saloon. Emma always wanted to hang with the girls. Ida Lee hoped she would never be one of the whores, but Emma began as a working girl by taking cowhands that would drift into the saloon on cattle drives.

“You are much too smart for this,” Ida Lee would tell her.

“I have to make money. I can’t sit around forever,” Emma would respond.

Ida Lee prayed for a man to take her away from Smithville or at least away from the saloon.

Over the years, younger and prettier girls came through the saloon. The older ladies had fewer admirers. Emma had many but wanted more in life, wanting to marry and have a family. Ida Lee urged her not to get tied up in the saloon with one of those cowboys, or she would grow old there. Emma already felt old at eighteen. She missed her parents, wishing she could see them one more time for closure. She never got to tell them goodbye, only goodnight.

CHAPTERTWO

Frederick McIntosh lived on a ranch with his family in the small community of Brown, Nebraska. Brown was a half-hour horse ride from Smithville. When Frederick turned eighteen, he frequented the local saloon in Smithville. Frederick’s family was wealthy from raising cattle. If his parents knew he had been going to the bar to drink, they’d be disappointed. His folks thought people frequenting saloons were below them. Most families were poor except for the McIntoshes. The only other family of wealth was the Smith family. The Smiths had a daughter named Tiffany, and Frederick’s folks hoped the young people would marry and have kids someday.

Frederick’s father taught him two things in his life, to fear God and to work hard. Frederick didn’t much fear God, but he was a hard worker. He knew cattle farming. Farmers in the county wanted him to work their farm, but he felt loyal to his father. Nobody could afford to pay him as his father did. Frederick figured he would work and die on his father’s ranch. In the meantime, he wanted to have fun but figured he would marry Tiffany and have kids at some point. It wouldn’t be so bad. He could grow to love Tiffany. First, he had wild oats to sew. Frederick felt lucky in a way. Tiffany was the only available girl around, so he felt lucky that she waited for him. If not for her wouldn’t have a future wife.

After kissing Tiffany in the hayloft, his hormones raged. With the help of his friend Slim, he learned the ins and outs of being with a girl. Slim's parents were drunks and loose, and Slim learned these ways from them. No other kids knew about sex or hormones aside from Slim. Fredrick listened to Slim to prepare for the day he and Tiffany would be together.

Frederick’s mother and father had a life all set up for Frederick. A farmhouse built behind their house stood available when Frederick and Tiffany married. The couple would inherit the ranch and money after his folks passed, and there would be no financial worries.

Tiffany assumed he was the boy for her to marry because he had always been the only good boy around. Tiffany’s family became wealthy from ranching and mining gold. Stinson, her father, discovered gold in Anderson cave. Tiffany felt ready for marriage and kids, but Frederick needed to rid himself of wildness first. She had no choice but to wait. There weren’t any other boys in the territory. She felt lucky to have Frederick. If not for him, she figured she would die old and alone. The only other boy was Slim, trash by her standards, and she damn sure had no interest in him. Frederick liked Slim even though he was dirty and poor and his parent’s drunken assholes.

Slim and Frederick had a blast. Being old enough to drink, they liked going to the saloon or stealing Slims Pappy’s moonshine. The two of them would down huge burning gulps, getting drunk by the time they made it into Smithville. One night they ran across two older drunk guys, and they got into a bit of skirmish with them.

“Shouldn't you be at home in bed, boy?” one of the men said to Slim.

“Yes sir, I ‘spect so with your fucking sister.”

The man stood and decked Slim with one punch.

Frederick busted a bottle over the man’s head.

The sheriff happened to be passing by and, hearing the skirmish, rushed in with his pistol drawn to break up the fight.

The sheriff grabbed the boys by the arms and escorted them to jail. The sheriff's deputy led the other two men to the sheriff's office with his gun drawn on them. They all spent the night in jail.

“Ain’t you that McIntosh boy?”

“Yessir.”

“Why are you hanging around Slim for, he ain’t nothing but trouble? You are from a good family, and I hear ain’t nobody as good with horses and livestock round these parts as you are.”

“I guess so, sir.”

“Do you know who I am, son?”

“You are Sheriff Wallace.”

“Do you know what else I am?”

“Yessir, you are the wealthiest rancher in Nebraska.”

“Damn straight, but I love being sheriff more, so I hire good men at good wages to run my ranch. I have heard about you, Frederick. Tired of working for your daddy, come see me. I will double your pay and give you room and board.”

“Thanks, sir, but I can’t let my daddy down like that.”

“I need work, Sheriff,” Slim said.

“I ain’t hiring you; you would work half a day and take off.”

The next morning after the sheriff let them go, Frederick told his father what had happened. He wasn’t too happy about it, but Frederick was an adult, not much his father could say.

Frederick spent more time with Tiffany. It wasn’t likely he would run across any other girls out in the plains, so he resigned to the fact she would be his bride. They began kissing one evening behind the barn, the dust swirling around their feet as much as their hormones swirling through their bodies.

“We can kiss, but I ain’t giving myself away till we’s married. Only whores in saloons give themselves away before marriage.”

“How you know about whores in saloons?”

“I overheard my daddy talking about them in the feed store to Mr. Crump.”

“Your daddy pays for them whores?”

“No, fool, they’s talking about shutting them down.”

This conversation gave Frederick an idea. Frederick rode over to Slim’s house to tell him about the whores at the saloon in Smithville. They mounted their horses and were off. Slim and Frederick arrived at the tavern, and Frederick felt nervous. He’d never been there seeking a whore, and he wanted to run out of there as fast as his legs would take him. Slim didn’t appear nervous at all. He walked right up to the barkeep like a man asking for the Madam.

A woman walked downstairs from the second floor wearing a flashy dress and a hat with a feather arched off of the back. Frederick never saw a woman like this. This woman floated down the stairs like a goddess, and it scared him to death. A chill swept his body, making him quiver. The woman was Ms. Ida Lee. They had always heard of her but never had seen her.

“Can I help you, boys?”

“We are looking for two girls, ma’am?” Slim said.

“How old are you boys?”

“Eighteen.”

“That’ll be ten dollars per girl then.”

“T-ten dollars apiece,” Frederick said. “I ain’t sure we got ten dollars apiece.”

“Then you ain’t got no girls then. So go on get outta here.”

He and Slim counted their money, and they only had five dollars between the two of them. They walked back into the saloon. Ida Lee sat flirting with the bunch of men at the table, distracting them from their poker game.

When Slim and Frederick walked back into the saloon, spurs jingling, everyone turned to stare at them. The cowboys got a kick out of watching Slim and Frederick.

“Don’t be such nervous men; everybody starts somewhere,” a cowboy said as he downed a shot of whiskey.

“Mrs. Ida Lee,” Frederick said as his voice squeaked out of his mouth like a mouse. He couldn’t believe this was his voice.

“All we got is five dollars between the two of us.”

“I tell you what, boys, I will get two of the girls to give you a dance, how’d that be?”

They agreed, so Ida Lee called for the girls. Susie took Slim to her room. Emma took Frederick. Frederick grew light-headed from nerves when he saw Emma coming for him. Emma was the most beautiful woman ever, prancing across the saloon floor like a goddess with hypnotizing light. He fell in love with her at first sight. At first glimpse of Frederick, she felt her heart race as she walked across the saloon floor by the piano player who played a chorus. She never felt attracted to any of her customers until Frederick walked into the saloon that day.

CHAPTERTHREE

Frederick followed her across the saloon floor, by the bar, and up the stairs to her beautifully decorated room. He walked over to the washbowl, and the cool water felt good as he splashed it on his face.

“My name is Emma, cowboy.”

“I am Frederick McIntosh, ma’am.”

Frederick sat in a chair as Emma danced. Emma twirled around, her dress swirling like a painted spinning top.

“Do you want me, Frederick McIntosh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How old are you, boy?”

“Eighteen, ma’am.”

“Stop calling me ma’am, I’m your age.”

“Ok.”

After the dance, they sat on the bed, and she found him to be an intriguing young man. Emma couldn’t understand what was happening. She felt confused, never having felt this way about any customers. She felt giddy and nervous, like electricity pulsating through her body, overwhelmingly stimulated for the first time. She thought she might even love him.

“Times up, cowboy,” Ida said from outside the door.

As Frederick walked to the door across the creaking wooden floor, Emma said, “Freddie.”

Frederick turned around, and she flashed her butt at him.

“Don’t say nothing. I ain’t supposed to show that for free.”

On the ride home from Smithville to Brown, after a long silence between Slim and Frederick. Frederick finally broke the silence.

“I am in love.”

“In love, she is a damned ole whore.”

“I still care for her.”

“Well, I’ll be. Ain’t never heard of anyone loving a whore.”

“I got to make ten extra dollars. I want to make love to her.”

“Make love to her? You mean ball her.”

“No make love, I love her, and she loves me.”

“You are foolish.”

“I aim to marry her,”

Slim almost fell from his horse.

“Marry her. A tramp, you will marry a whore?”

“Nope. I am gonna marry a girl named Emma.”

“You should go to the asylum.”

“I may go crazy enough thinking about her, that is for sure.”

Frederick asked his dad for more money. The first thing his dad asked him was why he needed more. Frederick couldn’t tell his father, so his father said no. Frederick lay in bed that evening, remembering that the sheriff offered him work. The following day Frederick rode to Smithville to see Sheriff Wallace about the job.

“What about your daddy?”

“He doesn’t know yet. I’ll tell him today. Your offer still good, and a place to live?”

“Yep, the work comes with room and board, your very own little cabin.”

Frederick rode to the saloon as fast as he could run, hoping to see Emma. He didn’t want a dance; he wanted to talk to her. They talked for two hours. Emma wanted out of the saloon. She knew she differed from the other girls. Emma was bright and had morals. She felt guilty for doing what she was doing, but somehow it all happened after her parents died, and she went to live with Ida Lee.

That evening at dinner with his folks, Frederick drew a deep breath and said,

“Dad, I picked up a job on the Wallace Ranch in Smithville. Sheriff Wallace doubled my pay and is furnishing room and board. I start the day after tomorrow.”

Frederick’s father sat in silence, then said, “We all need to progress in this life. A man must move on sometime.”

Frederick could tell his father spoke in support, but his tone lacked enthusiasm. Two days later, Frederick moved to Smithville. One afternoon Frederick’s father ran into Slim at the feed store. Slim let it slip why Frederick wanted to move to Smithville. At first, Fredericks's father didn’t believe Slim. He became angry, his pulse sped up, accusing Slim of spreading gossip. Slim told him to ride to Smithville and find out. The conversation got the best of Frederick’s father, so he went over to Smithville. He arrived at the saloon asking for the Madam, gave her twenty dollars, and said he wanted to see Emma. Ida Lee said Emma had a customer.

“Is that customer Frederick McIntosh? He is my son. Where are they?”

Ida Lee wouldn’t answer, so Mr. McIntosh stormed his way upstairs busting into every room until he found Emma’s. Frederick and Emma sat talking when the door flew open with a crash.

“Dad! What are you doing?”

“Slim was right; you are seeing a goddamn whore.”

“Emma is not a slut; she differs from them.”

“She don’t look none different, son.”

“Is this just a visit for fun?”

“No, I love and aim to marry her.”

“Me and your mother raised you better than this. This woman is a damn floozy. Son, you are always welcome in my home, but she ain’t.”

Mr. McIntosh walked out of the room. He could hear his father's footsteps going down the wooden stairs. Frederick watched him ride away in a dust cloud as Frederick looked out of Emma’s bedroom window.