tears again.
My tears throwed Fred. He stopped the horse and said, âI am sorry, Henrietta. I takes back every word I said.â
I quit bawling and we headed forth again, pacing slowly. We rode about a half mile down the creek where the cottonwood thickets stopped. The clearing met woods near a set of rocks and wide trees. We dismounted and Fred looked around the area. âWe can leave the horses here,â he said.
I seen a chance to jump. My mind was on escape, so I said, âI got to toilet, but a girl needs a bit of privacy.â I near choked calling myself a member of the opposite nature, but lying come natural to me in them times. Truth is, lying come natural to all Negroes during slave time, for no man or woman in bondage ever prospered stating their true thoughts to the boss. Much of colored life was an act, and the Negroes that sawed wood and said nothing lived the longest. So I werenât going to tell him nothing about me being a boy. But everybody under Godâs sun, man or woman, white or colored, got to go to the toilet, and I really did have to answer natureâs call. Since Fred was slow as gravy in his mind, I also seen a chance to jump.
ââDeed a girl does need her privacy, Little Onion,â he said. He tied our horses to a low-hanging tree branch.
âI hopes you is a gentleman,â I said, for I had seen white women from New England speak in that manner when their wagon trains stopped off at Dutchâs and they had to use his outdoor privy, after which they usually come busting out the door coughing with their hair curled like fried bacon, for the odor of that thing could curdle cheese.
âI surely am,â he said, and walked off a little while I slipped behind a nearby tree to do my business. Being a gentleman, he walked off a good thirty yards or so, his back to me, staring off at the trees, smiling, for he never werenât nothing but pleasant in all the time I knowed him.
I ducked behind a tree, done my business, and busted out from behind that tree running. I come out flying. I leaped atop Dutchâs cockeyed pinto and spurred her up, for that horse would know the way home.
Problem was, that beast didnât know me from Adam. Fred had led her by the reins, but once I was on her myself, the horse knowed I werenât a rider. She raised up and lunged hard as she could and sent me flying. I went airborne, struck my head on a rock, and got knocked cold.
When I come to, Fred was standing over me, and he werenât smiling no more neither. The fall had throwed my dress up around my head, and my new bonnet was turned âround backward. I ought to mention here that I had never known nor worn undergarments as a child, having been raised in a tavern of lowlifes, elbow benders, and bullyboys. My privates was in plain sight. I quickly throwed the dress back down to my ankles and sat up.
Fred seemed confused. He werenât all the way there in his mind, thank God. His brains was muddy. His cheese had pretty much slid off his biscuit. He said, âAre you a sissy?â
âWhy, if you have to ask,â I said, âI donât know.â
Fred blinked and said slowly, âFather says I ainât the sharpest knife in the drawer, and lots of things confuse me.â
âMe too,â I said.
âWhen we get back, maybe we can put the question to Father.â
ââBout what?â
ââBout sissies.â
âI wouldnât do that,â I said quickly, âbeing that heâs got a lot on his mind, fighting a war and all.â
Fred considered it. âYouâre right. Plus, Pa donât suffer foolishness easily. What do the Bible say âbout sissies?â
âI donât know. I canât read,â I said.
That cheered him. âMe neither!â he said brightly. âIâm the only one of my brothers and sisters who canât do that.â He seemed happy I was dumb as him. He said,