answerââitâs away Iâm goinâ before the morning sun!â
Bottles of liquor were on the kitchen table.
The five men drank.
âGawd Almighty,â the ex-convict jerked the wordsâ
âWhat a hell of a priceâwhat a God damn hell of a priceâIâll burn in Hell forever before they get me aginââ
âJohnâJohnââ muttered my mother.
âBiddyâbe kind,â urged my father.
âYes Biddyâyou and allâitâs the mud of Ohio Iâm shakinâ from my feet foreverâand never again will I look a horse in the face.â
He jerked one of the bottles from the table. The whisky gurgled down his throat like water.
âGod in Heaven, John,â implored my mother. He looked at her, the quart bottle in his left hand, nearly empty.
His magnificent body trembled as if fire had shot it through. A rough bravado came to him.
âBiddy,â he ripped out, âitâs thirteen years I was in Hell for horses that are dead and the hunger of woman so great Iâd have slept with a hagââ
He looked about him sternlyâ
âThereâs only one way to know a prisonâBiddyâsteal horsesâGod damn my black soul a fool Iâve been, eating my heart out till I wished to God the jail would burnâthirteen yearsâthink of itâthe same place at the tableâthe same grubâthe same cell.â He shuddered. âGod Almighty.â
A noise was heard outside.
His father and mother entered.
Long separated, they were not joined in the misery of their sonâs homecoming.
They advanced with hesitation. They looked at their eldest born as if he were from a strange land.
A gust of wind blew the door open. It made the lamp smoke.
There was scarcely a greeting.
âThere is much I niver can say,â mumbled the old man.
âAnd much that I darenât,â added the old lady.
The ex-convict laughed bitterly. His teeth showed white and strong in the light.
âThereâs much I never want you to sayâenough has been said and enough has been doneâit was I that took the punishmentâthat had the mares of horrible night in my cell.â
The horse thiefâs mother smiled forlornly.
âIt was not alone were ye punishedâwe who niver stole horses suffered the nights and days with ye,â she snapped.
âMaybe so,â returned the son quickly, âbut I was the one who went to the pen and stared at the night till my eyes burned hot in my empty head.â
âAnd will ye,â asked the mother, âtake Aggie Regan with ye as yere wedded wifeâsheâs been waitinâ all these years.â
The ex-convict laughed again.
âIndeed and I shall notâIâll pick up a woman when I get there.â He gurgled another drink. âIt wonât be hard now that Iâm out of jail.â
The old lady looked at her son with scornful eyes.
An uncle peered out of the door.
âIt will soon be light in the east,â he said.
Several roosters crowed, one after another. The group listened. My grandmother passed within a few feet of my father. Both their faces were stern set.
They did not speak. It was through them that all the brood of trouble was in the room. But of that they were not aware.
âSo ye wonât take her with ye,â my grandmother snapped, as if it had suddenly dawned upon her.
âMay the Mither of God forgive me for bringinâ into Ireland a child with nayther a heart nor a soul,â she moaned.
âMotherâplease,â pleaded my mother. âJohn will soon be leaving us.â
âYes motherâsoon will I be leavingâand forever and foreverâthat will be long enoughâthe damn sun can burn everything in Ohioâand no bucket of water would I pour on it.â He looked at my motherââexcept you Biddyâyere too white an egg for a black