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Small Change

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A shadow blotted the April sun for a moment, and Sister Margaret came
busting across the schoolyard.
“Stop that, Samuel,” she yelled. “Don’t you know better than to
pick on someone twice your size?”
Alexander made a face that looked appropriately put upon. My
heart was fluttering and jumping around like a shot squirrel inside me, and
the words came out in a silly rush.
“It’s not Sammy, Sister, it’s Alex, he beat up Skinhead and kicked
Samuel’s foot and Sammy didn’t even hit him.” I took a gulp of air. “Yet,”
I finished, hopeful that we might still get to see a pint-sized version of
Primo Carnera and the Brown Bomber re-enacted on almost holy ground.
Sister Margaret surveyed the schoolyard and when she saw all those
little heads nodding in agreement, she said, “Oh, Zander. Big Bully rides
again, eh? I heard about you, boy. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Alexander was pinned to the fence. He decided to roar.
“He’s the bully. He won’t fight fair.”
Sammy laughed. Pushed the leg a little higher.
“Apologize like a nice moron, Alex.” he said. “Tell Skinhead how
sorry you are.”
Alexander kicked hard, his face all twisted and then he glowered
at Sister Margaret and made a big mistake. A litany of obscene street talk
jumped out between loose lips. We all stood there with our mouths open.
Sammy, however, took Zander’s words as a personal insult. He dropped
the giant’s boot and stepped back, his legendary left arm coiled, his fist so
tight you could see the white knuckles under his dusky skin. When Sister
Margaret put her hand on Sammy’s shoulder he looked up at her with a
kind of confused puppy love.
“It’s not your fight, Samuel,” she said.
Sammy smiled and stepped aside. Alexander didn’t know what
was about to happen, so he indulged himself in some more bad language.
Something about how nuns have to have their tits cut off because Jesus is
too faggoty to marry a real broad. Sister got that look in her eyes. And she
was smiling her Railroad Avenue leather-jacketed smile. Then she slapped
the Giant. Not hard, just like a kind of introduction. He looked insulted,
like he was going to go home and tell his Mommy. Then he lunged at
her and she clipped him a good short right. It rocked him, no lie, but he
kept coming. He took a left hook on the ear and grabbed the rope of holy

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Water in the Wilderness

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At first she could see only the tossing head of the Holstein cow that Morley had long ago named Jezebel for her nasty disposition. Sparky sat in the straw close to the pen, tail wagging, ears forward, almost begging to be let in to the pen to help. As Tyne walked closer to the rails she saw Morley, bare from the waist up, standing behind the cow with his right arm almost hidden inside of her.
Tyne gasped and Morley glanced up. His face crimson from the effort of the struggle, he said haltingly, “Tyne … you’re up. I … I didn’t get a chance to … check on you.”
Jezebel, tied by a rope to a post, tossed her head, bellowed and tried to land a kick on her perceived tormentor who deftly sidestepped to avoid the flinging hoof.
Tyne raised her voice to be heard above the cow’s deafening bawl. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I’m trying to … turn the calf. It … it was coming backend first.”
“Oh yeah,” Tyne said, “breach delivery. I didn’t know cows did that.” She raised her voice as the big animal lashed out with its right hind leg, missing Morley’s knee by inches. “Morley, can I help? What can I do?”
She started to open the pen gate, but he stopped her with a warning glance. “No, Tyne, don’t come in here, it’s too dangerous. She … she’s not the gentlest cow we have.”
An understatement, Tyne thought as she stepped back. But she felt helpless. She wished Morley had someone to help him because she feared for his safety. But what could she do? She knew of only one veterinarian in the area; most of the farmers were well practiced in taking care of emergencies. But when it came to animals like Jezebel, they needed all the help they could get. Morley had talked of selling the unruly beast, but she was one of his best milk cows and produced excellent offspring.
From her vantage point beside the gate, Tyne saw Morley’s face turn crimson and heard him grunt with one last effort. Then he stepped back and away from Jezebel who interpreted her sudden freedom as a signal to lie down.

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