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Fiction,
Historical fiction,
Domestic Fiction,
Western Stories,
Westerns,
Brothers,
Kidnapping,
Frontier and Pioneer Life,
Slave Trade,
Pequot Indians,
Sackett Family (Fictitious Characters),
Indian Captivities
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Reluctantly, he got to his feet as Anna entered. She came at once to me. âYou will find my Carrie for me? You and Yance? When she was gone, the others would not look, and I knew what they believed, yet I have always loved Diana. I never believed any of the things they said. It was just that sheââ
âShe what?â
âShe loved the night. Our parson has said that witches love the night, that they meet in the forest in old caves, ruined buildings, and that they keep to darkness and the shadows.â
We crossed the lane to Macklinâs cabin, spotless inits neatness. We sat at the table, and he looked out the open door.
âOur house is empty without her,â he said. âI have been much alone, and she cared for me. Iâhave some small skill with tools, but I am happier with my books. She read them, also, and we talkedâlong hours.â
My eyes went to the small row of books.
The Compleat Gentleman
, by Peacham, stood beside Barroughâs
Method of Physic
and Michael Daltonâs
Country Justice.
Although I knew them by name only, I had seen them in Jamestown. Baconâs
Essays
and his
Advancement of Learning
I knew well. They had been among the last batch of books brought up from the coast. âI see some old friends yonder,â I said.
His expression changed. âYou have read them?â
âBacon,â I said, âand much else. My father was a reader of books, and our teacher was a very great scholar. He was Sakim.â
âAn infidel?â
âSome would call him so. I would not.â
âHow can you hope to find them? Not even Max Bauer could, and he is our best in the woods.â
Slowly I got to my feet. I knew much that I had wished to know. If Pequots had the girls, they might be dead by now, but I did not believe it.
âThose others who disappeared? All were girls?â
âYes, but that means nothing. A lad would have found his way back. But a girl?â He shrugged.
âDiana, they say, was very much at home in the woods.â
âShe was different.â
I walked to the door. âI will find them, Macklin, but what of you? Should you stay on here? There is suspicion, and if what I hear of your people is true, she would be risking much to return.â
He looked at me, then shook his head. âHow far can one go? And where can one stop? Is there no place in which to rest?â
âYouâve been through this before?â
He shrugged. âIt is ever the same. And it is myfault. She was reared by me. I could have made her another way, and she would have been like other girls.â He frowned suddenly. âBut I was a fool. I did not want her like others. I wanted her to be like herself.â
âAnd like her mother?â I asked.
The eyes he turned toward me were the eyes of a man who had been through hell. There was pain there and fear, anger, resignationâI knew not what, only that he was a man suddenly without hope.
âSo you know? I guess I always knew there would be a time. I knew someone would come who knew.â
He stared at me, then the floor. âMy God, what will we do
now?
â
Chapter IV
A thunderous knocking on the door interrupted whatever might have been said. Macklin went to the door, and I stood back, expecting anything.
There were four men, and they brushed by Macklin to face me. âYou are Sackett?â
âI am.â
âYou are to leaveâ
now.
We do not need your godless kind in this place. You are to go, and you are not to return.â
âI have come only to help,â I said coolly.
âWe do not need your help. You must goâor suffer the consequences.â
âIt seems that help is needed whether you believe it or not. Two girls have disappeared. Perhaps they have been taken by Indians, and you do nothing to find them.â
âThat is our affair. It is none of yours. One of you was here and ended in the stocks.
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