The Writer's Corner
The Ghost in the
A Mark’s Memory Production
Written by Michelle Palmer
Assisted by Deanne
I dismounted my
horse and tied him to the hitching post then made my way over to
the boys. “I DID see it!” Freddie insisted.
I rode by there at midnight last night!”
“Now, what would you be
doing there at midnight?” Skinny asked.
“Sometimes I sneak out
when my folks are asleep and go riding,” Freddie answered,
glaring at Skinny.
“Oh yeah right,
Freddie!” I said.
Freddie turned and
glared at me then. “Alright!” He folded his arms and
lifted his chin way up in the air. “Then YOU ride out to
the graveyard and see for yourself!”
I looked around at the
other boys. “See WHAT?” I asked, folding my arms.
“The woman who walks
among the gravestones!” Freddie declared with a loud sigh and a
roll of his eyes. “She walks back and fourth for hours, I
bet.” Freddie looked around then leaned his head forward.
“She’s a ghost.”
We all hollered and
jumped. Miss Adams jumped, startled at our reaction.
“Are you going to join class today?”
I had been attending
North Fork School for less then two months, but in that short
time, I’d gotten to know these boys fairly well through church
and going to town with my Pa. “Mark, we’re all in.
Are you?” Jeff asked from behind me.
I turned around to look
at him. “In for what?”
“To ride to the grave
yard at midnight tonight.”
“Midnight?” I gasped.
“Now, how do you expect me to come at midnight? Pa makes
me go to bed at 8:30!”
“Ya chicken?” Jeff
“Of my Pa or the
graveyard?” I asked. Jeff just smiled at me. “I’m
scared of my Pa, yes. He likes it that way. Says I
get into less trouble. But I’m not scared of some dumb ol’
“Mark McCain!” I
suddenly heard. I whirled around and swallowed as I looked
at Miss Adams with her hands on her hips. “Please get out
your notepad and write ‘I will not talk in class without
permission, and I will pay attention to my teacher’ 200 times.”
Miss Adams walked back up to the front. “The rest of you
start writing your addition facts twice. Mark, you may do
your addition facts at home tonight along with your other
“Yes ‘em,” I answered.
At lunch, Freddie and I
sat down on a bench and started eating our lunches. I
looked inside and saw the tomato Pa always insisted on packing
me. I couldn’t help letting out yet another groan as Freddie
took it from me and handed me a hard-boiled egg. “Why
don’t you tell your Pa you hate tomatoes?”
“I have,” I answered.
“He said they’re good for me and my Ma would want me to eat
“He thinks you eat
them?” I nodded.
“Mark, you believe me
about the ghost. Don’t ya?” Freddie asked as he took a
bite of the juicy tomato and I started peeling my egg.
I stopped and looked up
at him. “That there’s a ghost in the grave yard?” I
asked. “Freddie, that story’s older then my Pa – and
“Well then, come with
us to the grave yard tonight at midnight!”
“I can’t!” I declared.
Freddie rolled his
eyes. “Have you ever disobeyed your Pa?”
I nodded. “That’s
why I’m scared of him! Pa can get really mean when he’s
mad!” I took a bite of the egg.
“Do it to prove to the
boys you aren’t scared!” Freddie turned and looked at me.
“Here’s what you do. You sneak some pants outside
somewhere…and your boots if you can. Then you lay in bed
and wait until your Pa falls asleep. When he’s asleep, you
sneak out the door, put your pants and boots on, then run down
over the bridge. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
I thought on that.
I guess it would work “Well, as long as you promise we aren’t
gone too long. Pa wakes up in the night and checks on me.”
Freddie raised his eyebrows. “He’s awfully skittish since
he lost my Ma.”
Freddie gave me a
sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I suppose my Pa’d be too.”
He stood up, throwing the rest of the tomato on the ground.
“So we’ll do it tonight at midnight, right?”
“Tonight at midnight.”
It was harder then
Freddie said it would be. You see, after supper I sat down
at the table to do my homework. My Pa seems to know
EVERYTHING! When he saw me finish my math homework and
start on writing my addition facts two times, he grew
suspicious. After asking a couple questions, he found out
that I’d gotten into trouble at school earlier.
Then when Pa went to
the barn, I snuck my pants and boots out to the wood pile and
hid them along some logs. Then I went and got ready for
bed. That was easy enough, but when Pa came in to tuck me
in and listen to my prayers, he didn’t see my boots at the end
of my bed as usual. When he questioned me on them, I told
him I’d find them first thing in the morning. He lifted an
eyebrow, then bent over and kissed me on my forehead like he
often did at bedtime. He stood and looked at me again,
shaking his head. Then he blew out the lantern and left
I breathed a sigh of
relief. I sat up in bed so I wouldn’t fall asleep.
But when you are in a dark, quiet room by yourself, it’s mighty
hard to stay awake! I laid down and pretended to be asleep
when Pa came into the room. Pa came over, tucked the
blankets in nice and cozy around me, then planted another kiss
on my forehead. I heard Pa get ready for bed. Then
there was silence. “Amen,” I heard. Then he moved
around like he was laying down in bed.
But I didn’t dare move
a muscle or make one peep! I was afraid Pa’d figure out I
was awake, then I’d be in trouble for sure!
I laid there for about
two more hours – I figured it had to be close to midnight and I
had drifted off a few times. Finally, I heard the steady
breathing of my Pa and quietly got up and walked out the bedroom
door. I did have to get up sometimes in the night and go
out back – a task I didn’t much like doing since sometimes
snakes liked to
slither into and curl up
in the outhouse
and I wasn’t allowed to light a lantern to go out there.
I quietly snuck out the
front door and grabbed my clothes. After putting my pants
on, stuffing my nightshirt inside them, and pulling on my boots,
I ran across the bridge to where the boys were waiting.
There were only four of us. Besides me and Freddie,
Matthew and Skinny were the only other two to get away.
I mounted Freddie’s
horse and rode behind him in the saddle. We quickly made
our way to the grave yard, which was only a mile from my house.
When we arrived, the boys tied their horses to a nearby tree
then we snuck to the edge of the graveyard. We kept
ourselves hidden and waited.
“I don’t see anything,”
“Shhhhh,” Freddie said.
“Just wait! She’ll be here.”
We waited for a couple
minutes. Then suddenly we saw her. I gasped, but
Freddie put a hand over my mouth. We all stared as a woman
dressed in a long white, flowing dress, walked among the
gravestones. We heard laughter escape from her mouth and
she really DID seem to float. Her long, blond (almost
white) hair flowed behind her as she walked. “It’s a
woman,” Skinny whispered.
I nodded. “More
like a ghost!” The lantern she carried swayed back and
fourth and made her light up – I was convinced she was a ghost!
“Boys!” We heard
I gasped and quickly
turned around. Pa was standing there with his hands on his
hips and a really, REALLY mean look on his face. “What’s
going on here?”
“Pa, look!” I turned
and pointed. We were in time to see
walk behind a stone and disappear.
“She IS a ghost!”
Pa walked up to the
graveyard and walked around. “Well, whoever she is,
she isn’t here anymore.”
“She’s a ghost!”
“It was just a woman,
son. She was probably visiting the grave of a loved one.”
Pa was too practical sometimes!
“At midnight?” I asked
doubtfully. “No sir, she-“ I started. Pa held up a
hand to silence me. “She just disappeared – where’d she
Pa reached out and
grabbed me by the arm. “I don’t know, but you
boys are in a lot of
trouble!” Pa declared,
looking at my friends. “I’m sure you
all know better then to sneak out at night.”
“But Pa, we-“ I
Pa planted a firm hand
on my backside. It was enough to shut me up. “I’ll
deal with you later, young man!” Pa turned to the other
Freddie, I’ll take you home first.”
(Freddie, Matthew & Skinny)
I gasped. “Pa,
please, I-“ I started to beg.
“I want their folks to
know what they did, son. This is very serious!” The
boys mounted their horses. Pa mounted his
then pulled me up behind him. I wrapped my arms
around his waste and could feel the tension. Boy, was he
I was ordered to stay
in the saddle while he took each of my friends by the arm and
dragged them to the front door
of their homes.
Each time I heard Pa knock on the door and slowly a lantern lit
in the front rooms. Each time, I
heard Pa’s low murmuring as he explained what had happened;
followed by each father’s sharp tone.
I watched as each one of my
friends was pulled into their home and each front door was
I knew they’d each be getting a lickin’.
It was a silent ride
back to the ranch. As I rode with my arms around Pa’s
waist, I felt no comfort, he was still upset. When we got
into the yard, Pa grabbed me and lifted me down. “Get in
and get in bed, Mark,” Pa’s gruff voice
ordered as he swatted my backside again. I felt the hurt
in my Pa’s voice.
I went inside and laid
down. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.
The next morning, Pa
began shaking me, and it wasn’t the gentle, loving shake he
usually used to start to wake me. When I woke up, the sun
hadn’t come up yet. “What time is it?” I asked, groaning
at how tired I felt.
“It’s five o’clock.
School’s about to be in session, boy!” Pa answered. He
threw my clothes on the bed then ordered, “Get dressed.” I
rubbed my eyes. “NOW!”
I was dressed and in
the kitchen in record time. Pa was sitting at the table.
I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and looked at him.
“Sit down, Mark.”
I always hated it when
Pa was angry. I sat down. Pa stared at me in silence
for some time. Then he sat back in his chair and crossed
his arms. “I’m just trying to figure out what…in the
world…got into your head.”
I didn’t say anything,
but looked down at the table. Pa sucked in his breath.
“Start talking, Mark!”
“Freddie told u-us at
sc-school yesterday about s-seeing a ghost…sir…and we just
wanted to see it.”
Pa closed his eyes.
He looked like he was trying really hard to keep from loosing
his temper. “Mark,” he said in a very low voice.
“You broke so many rules last night.” He started listing
them off as his voice got louder with each one. “You are
not supposed to go anywhere without telling me, you are supposed
to go to bed and sleep at 8:30. Common sense tells you not
to sneak out of the house at night. You are not allowed to
go anywhere at night but out back.” By this time, his
voice was booming. “Shall I go on?”
“No sir,” I whispered.
There was silence and I lifted my head. “But…” I
swallowed, needing to muster up the courage to speak. “I
DID see a ghost!” Pa shook his head in disbelief.
“You saw it too, Pa!” I stood then as the excitement in me
mounted. “Pa, we HAVE to go solve the mystery! You
just have to!”
“Mark,” Pa stated as
he stood up. “Right now, you have a lesson to learn about
sneaking out at night. There is no such things as ghosts.
If a woman wants to go into a grave yard in the middle of the
night, she has the right to – and to do so in private. I
can’t believe the four of you…” I stared at Pa in
disbelief! I couldn’t
understand why he didn’t
believe what was right in front of him last
“But Pa, I-“ I started.
“Pa, you ratted on my friends!” I was upset. I knew
the lickin’ each one of them probably received last night and
boy, how much trouble I was going to be in with them, come
school Monday morning.
Mark? Did you tell them that you have a bed time and that
you aren’t allowed out of the house unless I know where it is
you’re going? Did you tell them why I have rules in place
“And what did they
“They said that I was
too chicken to go to the graveyard.”
“So you just went along
with the crowd? And it was only the four of you in on this?”
“No sir. Jeff was
supposed to come, too.”
“I see. And why
do you think he didn’t show up?”
“Because he was too
chicken.” I said with a little more attitude in my voice than I
should have, but I did see a ghost!
Pa stood and walked to
the window. His arms were folded in front of him. My
attitude hadn’t helped my situation any. I think he was
trying to stay calm. “Mark, do you realize that you could have
been hurt? Or killed?” Pa said as he had his back to me.
“I had no idea you weren’t asleep in bed. – If I hadn’t heard
you sneak out, I-“ Pa’s voice suddenly stopped. It
almost sounded like Pa was trying to keep from crying.
I walked up behind him
then and touched his arm. “Pa, you remember after our
house burned down and you went after Mr. Jackford’s men?
You left me out in the woods by myself then.”
Pa turned around,
looked down and glared at me. A small smile played at the
corner of his lips. I saw it, but it disappeared quickly.
Pa bent down in front of me. “That’s a very good argument,
son. I’m impressed,” Pa stated. “But, there’s one
reason that argument won’t work.” Pa put a hand on my
shoulder and looked
down, straight into my eyes – I
mean…STRAIGHT into my eyes! “You snuck out, so you KNEW it
was wrong.” Boy was Pa’s temper starting to come through.
I looked down at the
floor. Then I lifted my eyes. “Pa, we’ve just got to
solve the mystery! We just gotta!”
“Mark!” Pa interrupted
sharply and loudly. I closed my mouth. “I don’t want
to hear anymore on this mystery, boy! I have rules for
you, to protect you. And for each broken rule, there is a
consequence. Now for your punishment.”
I sighed. “Yes,
“Since this is
evidently what you were discussing at school yesterday that got
you in trouble with Ms. Adams, I want you to think about how I
would have felt had I not heard you leave the house. Mark,
if something had happened to you…” Pa’s voice was becoming
louder again. That’s why he suddenly stopped and closed
his eyes. He took a deep breath and ran a frustrated hand
through his hair. He turned and tapped his fingers on the
wall as he looked up toward the ceiling. I think he was
seeking guidance. Then he turned back toward me. His
face was covered in disappointment and his voice was strained.
I hung my head in shame. “Alright, here’s what we’re gonna
do. I think you should write a five page essay on what
it’s like to be the father of a boy who doesn’t follow the rules
and what the consequences could have been, had the father not
found out the truth. I want you to think about someone
else, besides yourself, Mark. This is in addition to your
regular chores this weekend. You’ll have plenty of time to
work on your ‘essay’ while we’re in town later today.
Micah asked me to come in and talk to him this afternoon.”
“If you ‘but Pa’ me one
more time, I’ll add more pages to your essay. Oh, and it
will be done by the time you leave for school, Monday. And
once I’m satisfied with your essay, you will read it in front of
the class. You will admit what you did and that it was wrong
and why it was wrong.
“Yes sir,” I sighed.
I knew better then to move from my chair. Pa walked over
to me. “I’m very disappointed in you, son. You know
that.” I nodded. “Do you have any questions?”
“Alright, son. Go
get started on your morning chores while I fix breakfast.
It’s six o’clock.”
Breakfast that morning
was quiet. Pa left me to my thoughts and I allowed him to
his. Pa stood and told me to wash up the breakfast dishes
while he saddled my horse. I did as he told. Pa came
back in and fixed my lunch. “Okay son, time to go.”
I walked towards him
and grabbed my books and lunch from his hands. Then I
turned to go. My hand was on the door when I suddenly
heard a deep sigh escape Pa. I saw Pa walk to his desk and
pick up Ma’s picture.
I turned. Tears
were on my cheeks. “Pa?” I called. As he turned, I saw tears in
his own eyes.
Pa walked me out the
door, picked me up and plopped me on Blue Boy. “Get to
school, son.” I still saw the disappointment in his eyes
and it broke my heart. But I still felt disappointed that
Pa wouldn’t take the ghostly woman we saw more seriously either.
I got to school and
tied Blue Boy up to the hitching post. I saw Freddie,
Matthew and Skinny coming towards me, but I ignored them.
I grabbed my books and lunch and headed inside. “Mark, we
want to talk to you!”
“I don’t feel like
talking,” I answered. Freddie grabbed my arm. I
shook it off and whirled around. “Look-“ I started as I
stared at Freddie. “Whatever trouble you got into last
night was your own making – and it couldn’t possibly compare to
the trouble I got into!”
“Our Pa’s gave us
licking’s!” Freddie declared. “I can hardly sit cause it
“Oh yeah?” I started to
tell them my punishment, but then shook my head. They’d
find out Monday anyhow – no use causing myself more pain before
I needed to! “Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what I
I walked inside and sat
down. I sighed as I opened my pad and wrote at the top:
My Childish Crime,
By Mark McCain.
Until Miss Adams
started class, I worked on the essay. I’d write a word,
then erase…write a word, then erase…Boy, this was harder then I
At recess, the boys
asked me to play with them – I reckon they saw how pitiful I
looked and wanted to make it up to me. I just shook my
head. “I can’t,” I answered sadly. I started writing
in my tablet again.
Freddie sat down beside
me. “Mark, I’m awful sorry we got you in trouble. I
can’t speak for the others, but I know your Pa’s awful sore at
you. Is that why you’re so sad?”
I nodded. “That’s
mostly it, I reckon. But it’s more then that. I lost
something today and it’s gonna take a while to get it back.”
I pounded my pencil on the table and shook my head. “Pa
said respect and disappointment are earned. “ I sighed.
“I earned disappointment – now I have to
his respect back.”
“Why won’t you come
play? You aren’t in trouble at school, are ya?”
I shook my head.
“I have to write an essay by Monday morning – Pa’s orders.”
sighed. “The whipping doesn’t sound so bad anymore.”
“That’s not all.”
I sighed. “I have to stand in front of the class and
explain what I did, then read this essay.” I shook my
head. “It’s unfair.”
“Maybe I should let you get back to your work then, Mark.”
I watched him walk out.
At lunch, I sat at the
desk to work on my essay. Miss Adams reminded me I should
eat lunch, but I really wasn’t hungry. The more I thought
on this essay, the more I realized how stupid I had acted to put
myself in danger. Until I started thinking on it, I didn’t
realize everything that could have gone wrong.
After school, I slowly
walked into town. Jeff stood just outside his Pa’s barber
shop. I walked up to him. “What happened to you last
Jeff turned around and
looked towards his Pa. “Well…I just decided not to go.”
“Mark!” I turned and
saw Pa standing just outside Micah’s office. “Come along,
I came inside and sat
down. Micah sat on the edge of his desk, crossed his
ankles and his arms and looked at me. “Your father told
me…what you did last night, son.” Micah narrowed his eyes
at me. “That wasn’t too smart.”
I knew I shouldn’t
have, but it was boiling inside of me all day. “Pa yelled
at me for an hour this morning!” I said in a loud voice.
“I don’t need it from you too!”
Pa just stood there
with a shocked look on his face. “Mark!” He finally said.
“Mark…” But he could think of nothing else to day.
I turned to Micah.
“I’m…sorry…Micah. Guess I’m feeling a little guilty.”
Pa snapped his fingers
and pointed to Micah’s chair. I sat down. Micah
turned and looked at me. “I was just telling your father
that a group of bank robbers had just escaped from Yuma Prison.
They were seen headed this way two days ago. These men
waste no time in getting what they want – including killing
children.” Micah put his hands on the desk and bent down
to look into my eyes. “A graveyard would be a perfect
hideout for a group of outlaws.”
Pa turned and looked at
me. “Get started on your essay, son.” Then he turned
back to Micah. “Micah, how many are in this group?”
I started thinking on
what to write as I listened to Micah and Pa talk. “Well,
there were three men. But from what I hear, there was a
woman killed oh…five…ten years ago. She’s buried in North
Fork cemetery and she was the only one who knew where the money
was hidden. Anyway, they say she drowned just after her
man was convicted of bank robbery.”
I was all ears now!
Maybe it was her ghost looking for the money. “Gee!” I
declared. I didn’t realize I had said it aloud until Pa
and Micah both turned and gave me the evil eye. I went
back to my essay.
Pa and Micah walked
outside. I sat and worked on my essay for a good hour.
Pa came in and announced we’d go home. I had just gotten a
good, solid start on my essay. I had chores to do when I
got home, then we had supper. Since it was Friday night, I
didn’t have to do homework. Pa told me to go to bed.
“It’s only 7:30!” I
Pa turned and looked at
me. “Night, Pa.”
The next morning, Pa
got me up bright and early. On Saturdays, I can sometimes
sleep until 7:00, but not THIS Saturday!
No sir, Pa
woke me up at 6 AM and told me to get started on my chores.
After breakfast, he announced he was going into town. He
told me to stay in my room and work on my essay. I knew
that was an order.
That afternoon, Pa sent
me out to finish up my chores. I had four pages done, but
Pa read it while I was doing my chores and shook his head.
He told me I could come up with something better then that.
He wanted me to really think hard about it. I was in my
room mid-afternoon when I heard tapping on my window. I
ran across the room to see Freddie there. Pa was out on
the range tending to the cattle. I raised the window.
“Can you come out and
play soon?” Freddie asked.
“I can’t do anything
until I get this essay written!” I grumbled. “I have to
have it done Monday morning or else.”
“Or else what?” Freddie
“I don’t know – and I
don’t aim to find out!” I started to close my window.
“Oh Freddie, I found something out.” I looked around to
make sure Pa wasn’t back yet. “I’m going to try to finish
my essay today. Then I’ll tell you about it after church
tomorrow.” Maybe Pa’ll let us play tomorrow afternoon.
We got some work to do.”
Pa’s voice boomed. Freddie turned and ran out of the yard
as fast as he could. I quickly closed the window and went
back to my essay. I heard the front door open and close,
then I heard Pa’s voice. “Come out here, son.”
I stood with a sigh and
carried my essay with me. Pa had one foot in the chair and
his elbows rested on his knee. “As
I was returning from town,
up chasing a cow down the road. He’d
wondered far away and I had to go clear to the cemetery to get
him. Do you want to know what I found?”
“The ghost?” I asked
with a smile.
Pa raised an eyebrow
and shook his head. “No, son.” Pa sighed.
“Cougar tracks all around where you boys sat last night.
I’d say they were there shortly after you were.”
Pa nodded. “There
were at least two, son.” I couldn’t say anything. My
face had gone white. I hung my head. “Sit down here at the
table and work on the essay while I start supper.”
I looked at the words
on my essay. Because now the truth felt real to me,
I realized I needed to think harder about my essay.
I thought about that cougar jumping out at us. We had no
weapons to fend him off. We had no fire to keep him away.
We didn’t even have a stick. I suddenly felt so stupid for
what I had done. “Pa?” Pa turned and looked at me. I
stared at my tablet. “If you hadn’t come…”
“I know,” Pa stated.
“Now you know.”
“Yeah,” I swallowed.
“Now I know.”
up the papers my essay had been written on and threw them into
the flames of fireplace. I pulled out several fresh sheets
of paper and I started writing again. This time, I knew
“Yeah, once he got
started, it went fast!” Pa stated to Micah after church the next
day. He was talking about how easily I had gotten my essay
finished last night. “Any news on the outlaws?”
I turned and looked
toward Freddie. He was asking me to come over to him.
I held up a finger,
indicating he should be quiet. “None.”
“Oh, I talked to
Jackford this morning. A…cougar…attacked his heard last
night. Killed two cows.”
“Two?” Pa asked as he
turned and looked at me,
with that “you see” look.
I hurried over to
Freddie before I had to feel even more guilt then I already
felt. I told Freddie everything I had heard Micah say.
“I want to go to that grave yard!” I declared. “I want to
take a look at the stone she went behind.”
“Your father would skin
you for sure!” Freddie declared.
I turned and looked at
Pa. “He didn’t say I couldn’t go to the graveyard.”
“So…” Freddie said.
“You’re gonna ask him?”
I wasn’t sure Pa would
say yes if I asked him, and I HAD to solve this mystery!
“I’ll ask him if I can play with you this afternoon,” I
Pa said yes, but only
lunch at the restaurant. After we ate, I thanked Pa and
Freddie and I ran off. Freddie called an emergency meeting
and we gathered up as many of the boys from school as we could.
We filled them in on what was known. It was decided that
Jeff would go to the graveyard with Skinny so they could check
out the name that was on the gravestone. “No use in Mark
getting into anymore trouble!” Jeff declared.
The rest of us
waited…and waited…and waited for them to get back. I stood and
slapped my hands together. Finally, the two came running
back. “Boy oh boy…just knowing there’s a ghost there makes
it scary even in the daytime!” Skinny declared.
“Did you…see her?” I
“Of course not!” Jeff
rolled his eyes. “Everyone knows that ghosts only come out
“Oh?” Matthew asked.
“Who told you?”
me…exactly. It’s just one of those things that you…well,
that you know!” Jeff declared.
“So, what was her
name?” We all leaned forward and waited anxiously for Jeff
to announce the name of the ghost.
“Hi Eddie!” All
six of us boys ran into the hotel and hollered. Eddie let
out a yell and the papers in his hand went flying everywhere!”
I bent over and helped
him pick them up. “Oh now, sorry!” I declared. “But
we have an important question.”
Eddie straightened up
and whipped off his glasses. “It better be important after
you scared me to death.”
“Have you ever hear of
a woman by the name of Abigail Montgomery?” I asked.
“Abi-“ Eddie started.
He smiled really big and leaned on the counter. “I haven’t
heard that name in a long time!” Eddie sighed. “Yes,
I knew her. She was very sweet.”
“What’d she look like?”
“Let’s see now…”
Eddie scratched his chin. “She had the blondest hair you’d
ever see. Her face was like ivory. She was so
beautiful – like a china doll – and just as fragile.
Oh…and her laugh…” Eddie smiled. “Why, she had a
laugh that made your insides curl!” Eddie was on the ball.
“She always wore a beautiful white dress. It was a full
dress that flowed behind her when she walked. And her
steps were so light that it looked like…”
Freddie and I looked at
each other. “Looked like what?” We asked.
Eddie shook his head.
“Oh, nevermind. She died…a long time ago.”
“Drowned?” Jeff asked.
Eddie turned and stared
at Jeff as if he had two heads. “Why…yes…Yes she did.”
Eddie pointed at him. “How did you know?”
“We heard a story,” I
stated. “Was she…married?”
“No,” Eddie answered.
Then he straightened up and started writing on his papers.
“But she had a boyfriend. He was no good, I tell ya!”
A customer came in
then. We all walked outside. “Wow!” Matthew said.
“He described her-“
“-to a T!” I finished.
“Let’s get back to the
club house!” We all ran back there. Freddie called
the meeting to order.
“Okay,” I stood in
front of the boys and cleared my throat. “We only have two
hours before I have to get started home. We have confirmed
that it IS indeed a ghost. Freddie?” I turned toward him.
“How often do you take these rides at night?”
“Not any more…My Pa made me confess everything the other night.
But I’ve done it a few times.”
“Last Wednesday night?”
“Last Tuesday night, but I didn’t see a ghost.”
“Okay…so, she appeared
for the first time last Wednesday night. And we saw her
again on Thursday night.”
“Hey, wait a minute!”
Jeff snapped his fingers. “The Marshal said those outlaws
escaped from jail two days ago, right?” We all nodded.
“Then the ghost appeared the day these outlaws escaped from
We all stared at each
other as a shiver suddenly ran up my spine.
Jeff declared. “The Marshal told Mr. McCain that she was
one of the Outlaw’s girlfriend.”
“Okay!” I stood up.
“Jeff and Skinny, why don’t you two go see if you can find out
just who these three outlaws are?”
“Why us?” Jeff asked.
“Because if I ask,
Micah will know something’s amiss! I’m already in enough trouble
I turned to Matthew.
“You and Willie go to the graveyard and see if you can pick up
I turned to Freddie.
“There’s someone we need to talk to. Now!”
We casually walked over
to the house where Hattie lived. She was sitting on the
front porch sewing up a shirt. “Oh, hello boys,” she
smiled at us.
We sat down on the
porch. “Got some lemonade inside. Want some?”
“Oh yes!” We both
declared. Hattie smiled and disappeared into the house.
She soon returned with a tray. We each took a cup and
politely thanked her. “Miss Hattie,” Freddie swirled the
lemonade around in his cup as he spoke casually. “We’ve
been hearing about a lady named Abigail Montgomery who drowned
some years back. Ever hear of her?”
Hattie stopped rocking
in her chair. “Where you boys hear about her at?”
“Oh…around town,” I
“Oh,” Hattie started
rocking again. “Abby…That’s what I always called her.
She was a bit different but really sweet…that is until she
started running with Peter.”
Freddie and I looked
at each other. “Peter?” We said in unison.
Peter…Peter…” Hattie shook her head. “Oh foot, what
was his last name? Ah yes…Peter Drake!”
“He an outlaw or
somethin’?” Freddie asked.
“A bank robber!” Hattie
declared. He and his brother, Scotty, robbed the bank over
in Santa Fe some years back. She wasn’t seen round these
parts for quite sometime. Then she arrives back in town
with a carpet bag…uh…black with brown spots on it. Some
say it was the money – it was never found.”
“Rumor is…she drowned.”
Hattie stopped rocking
then. “On purpose!” She declared. She clucked her
tongue. “What a shame it was! How a person can ever
think living without a man like that is worth dying over…”
“You mean she…” I
swallowed hard. I couldn’t say the word.
“Suicide…yes.” She shook her head then as she thought on
it. “Her man got fifty years. Fifty years! She
couldn’t live without him. I guess she decided she’d
rather be dead. But before she died…I heard her tell a
friend that…” Hattie shook her head.
“What?” We both said at
the same time. Freddie glared at me as he moved forward.
“What?” He asked again.
Hattie shook her head.
“No, no, no! I shouldn’t tell you children!”
I jumped up and hurried
over to her. “Oh Hattie, please!” I begged.
“She was asked if she had the money and she said yes. Then
she was asked where it was.” Hattie shook her head.
“She said…it’s somewhere that the sun can’t touch and only those
asleep can see.”
Freddie and I looked at
each other. “The sun can’t touch?” Freddie asked.
“And only those asleep
can see?” I finished.
We looked at each other
then we jumped up. “We gotta go, Hattie!” Freddie
“Yeah! Thanks for
the lemonade!” We ran back to the clubhouse as fast as we
“It’s somewhere that
the sun can’t touch and only those asleep can see.”
I watched as everyone
stared at me and Freddie. “That was her answer?”
I nodded. “That’s
her answer. Now, as Jeff and Skinny just reported, the
brothers’ names were Peter and Scotty Drake. The third
outlaw was a man by the name of Pepper. Nobody knows his
real name or where he’s from.”
I looked toward the
sun. “I have to go soon! Pa’ll lick me for sure if
I’m late.” I stood up. “Let’s say we meet here at
“It’s a school day!”
“He means during our
hour lunch recess, stupid!” Matthew declared.
“Wait a minute!” Jeff
stood up. “Mark ain’t a member, but he sure is giving the
“Oh, now give him a
break, Jeff!” Freddie stood up and got right in Jeff’s face.
“I’m making him a temporary member.”
“Well…” Jeff shrugged.
“Okay. But only temporary!”
I hurried home as fast
as I could. Pa shook his head as I jumped off my horse.
“Oh boy!” I muttered to myself as I watched Pa walk toward me
with his hands on his hips. “Oh boy, oh boy!”
“Mark, you’re thirty
minutes last, young man!”
“Yes sir.” I
looked up into his angry eyes. Now I don’t usually get
assigned chores on Sunday, but I made an exception today!
“I reckon I’ll go clean the barn.” I smiled at him then
hurried to the barn.
You mean, you’re really
gonna make me go through with this?” I asked as I combed my hair
the next morning.
“That’s part of your
punishment, son,” Pa answered. “You started this in class, so you’ll finish it in class.”
“Pa, it’s so
embarrassing! I-“ I saw Pa’s expression in the
mirror and shut up.
We rode into town
together. Pa had talked to Miss Adams about what I was to
while we were at church yesterday. I
had watched her nod her head in approval. The closer we
got to school, the harder my heart pounded.
We rode into the school
yard, but I couldn’t get down. Pa turned from tying his
horse up and picked me up and plopped me on the ground.
“Let’s go, boy.”
I walked slowly toward
the building then stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I
swallowed. “Oh Pa, I think I’m
I was getting
absolutely no sympathy from my father! I walked up the
steps after I again felt a firm hand on my backside – I knew
that was a warning of what would come if I didn’t get inside,
I walked inside and
slowly made my way to my seat. Freddie turned and saw Pa.
He was standing in the back of the room with his arms crossed
looking like a judge at an execution. “You mean…he came
I turned and looked at
Pa. I nodded. “He wants to make sure I read the
whole thing,” I answered. “And that I tell why I had to do
Miss Adams cleared her
throat. “Okay class, before we get started this morning, I
believe Mark McCain has an essay to share with us.”
I just sat there and
stared down at my paper. Suddenly, I didn’t feel I could
stand. I felt as if I was about to throw up!
But then a throat
cleared loudly in the back of the room. I stood up on
wobbly legs, knowing I had to go through with this. I
slowly made my way up front and turned to the class. I
opened my essay and looked up at Miss Adams. She smiled at
me and gave me a look of encouragement.
I cleared my throat and
My Childish Crime…
By Mark McCain
Every child sits in awe
and terror as they hear stories of ghosts and ghouls and other
happenings at midnight in a graveyard. I had heard a story
of a ghost walking the tombstones of the cemetery in North Fork
and wanted to prove to my friends that I was brave enough to
visit a graveyard after midnight.
Though I knew my Pa had
strict rules about knowing where I was at all times, and I even
told my friends of my Pa’s rules, I let my friends tease me into
going, against my own knowing that it was wrong. Though I
did see, what I thought was a ghost; my Pa came up behind us
just then. He had heard me sneak out of the house and
followed us to the graveyard.
On our way home, as I
sat behind Pa in the saddle, I didn’t feel the loving bond Pa
and I usually share. When he got me home, I was sent
straight to bed, again. But without a ‘goodnight‘ and
without a kiss on my forehead, like he had done the first time
he put me to bed that night. He woke me before sunrise the
next morning. I could tell he was still mad; there wasn’t
a gentle, loving shake to wake me. As I sat at the table,
Pa counted off each one of his rules I had broken, from the
As I listened to him, I
was upset that he had followed us and upset that he insisted in
taking each one of my friends home and woke their
and told of finding us in the cemetery.
I was upset that he had snitched on my friends and that because
they were going to get punished, probably a sound tanning of
their back sides. Honestly, I really should have been
upset with me, because I knew that I did wrong.
Pa asked me many
questions that morning, but one question stuck with me.
“What could have happened had I been hurt or killed?” Pa
told me I had to face my punishment for disobeying his rules,
but first I needed to think about what it felt like to be the
father of a boy who knowingly disobeyed.
As I sat in my room, I
began to think, ‘What if something bad had happened to one of
us?’ No adult knew where we were. They all thought
we were asleep, safe, in our beds. I guess that’s what Pa
meant when he said I should think of someone else, someone other
than myself. Then I got to thinking of my friends’
families, if something had happened to one of them.
Later, Pa told me of how he
chased a stray cow, up past the cemetery and while he was there,
he found cougar tracks. Later I heard Marshal Torrance and
my Pa talking of how two of Mr. Jackford’s
I continued to think
about what I had done wrong and a cold
thought entered my head. It numbed me to the core.
If something really terrible had happened to me…. I
couldn’t continue that thought. And it would have
been because of something so childish as to prove I wasn’t
scared of a ghost in a graveyard. My Pa has rules in place
to protect me from dangers that my young mind can’t imagine and
believe me; I have a very active imagination.
I’m sorry for
disobeying my Pa’s rules and making him mad, but more
importantly, I’m sorry for scaring my Pa. My sneaking out
of the house scared him more than any ghost could ever scare me.
See, I know what it is like to lose a Ma. And Pa knows
what it’s like to lose a wife. I remember how much it hurt
both of us and how long it took us to get past that hurt.
But as I sat in
the front room
about those cougars, I couldn’t imagine
what it would be like to lose a child. And that’s what I
am, a child, my father’s child. A child for my Pa to
I know that while
riding to school Monday morning, Pa will probably still be upset
at my actions. I want to say to my Pa, ‘I am sorry and I
know that it will take some time for you forgive me. I
hope that someday soon, I’ll feel your loving arms around me,
hear your loving voice saying ‘goodnight’, and feel a gentle
kiss on my forehead as you put me to bed’.
Maybe this is my
punishment, because I chose to ignore Pa’s rules. I must
lose something so very dear to my heart, my Pa’s love and trust.
But I guess it is better for me to lose his love and trust for a
short time, than for him to lose me forever.
couldn’t read the
last words from my essay as
tears were blurring my vision, but I did speak the words from my
I folded my essay and held
it in my hands as I stared down at the floor.
I looked up
as I heard boot steps
approaching and saw
Pa was slowly making his way up front.
Pa stepped behind me and
placed both his hands on my shoulders as
he turned and addressed the class. “I
know it seems that this has nothing to do with school – but it
does. Because here a plan was discussed and planned – a
plan that involved not four, but five or six boys.” Pa
paused for a moment. “You know who you are.”
I continued to hang my head
me around and lifted my chin
as he continued addressing the class, but his eyes were looking
straight into mine. “I read the
entire essay before he read it to you this morning. It was
with a heavy heart that I allowed him to read it as it stands.
I allowed it because I knew that these were from his heart and
how he truly felt. He wrote this three times before he was
finally able to admit to himself – and unfortunately to me –
what his true feelings were.”
Pa then looked up and his eyes were focusing on each student as
he looked around the room.
see, boys…and girls…when you disobey your parents, you aren’t
only hurting yourself, but you are hurting your parents as well
as others. No matter what…we do LOVE you. If we
didn’t, we wouldn’t make rules to keep you safe.”
toward me again. “Son, you said in
your essay that you’ve lost my love and trust. You’ve lost
neither, though you may feel you have. A father doesn’t
stop loving his son because he disobeys. He may be angry
and not show his love in an affectionate way,
because something is missing…TRUST.
“The affection will
come back in time. But let me tell you kids something.
A good word…or a good deed is easily earned – but one hurtful
word or one hurtful deed tears down a thousand good deeds you’ve
done. To replace that one bad thing you do, you must do a
thousand good ones in its place. I think it’s a lesson you
all should learn.”
Pa put an arm on my
and started moving me towards my seat,
In his touch I felt something that I had been missing for the
past few days, was it possible? “Mr.
McCain?” We stopped and turned. Freddie stood up. “I
admit to the class that I was one of the
boys that went with Mark to the graveyard the other night.
It was my idea. I was wrong in pressuring Mark to go.”
Freddie looked around
the room. Skinny and Matthew stood up. Willie stood
up then. We all turned and looked at Jeff. His face
reddened, but he slowly stood up, looking down at the floor.
Miss Adams folded her arms and walked among the boys.
“This…plan…was planned here at school?” Miss Adams asked.
The boys nodded.
“Well!” She walked down the isle, staring at each boy.
“Was this done at recess?”
“Yes ma’am,” I heard a
couple of the boys answer.
Miss Adams nodded.
“Very well. You will stay inside and sit quietly in your
seats every morning recess for the next week. Is that
“Yes ma’am,” I heard
some of the boys answer.
“That includes Mark,”
Pa stated as he put a hand on my shoulder and patted it. I
turned to protest, but saw the finality in his eyes.
Then we walked outside.
Pa untied his horse from the hitching post. “I want to put
this behind us, son. Can we do that?”
“I’d like that, Pa.”
stood by his horse with a foot in the stirrup. “If you
want my trust and that closeness back, you have to work to get
I watched Pa ride off.
Then I went back inside.
At lunch, all six of us
ran into town to hold a fast meeting at the clubhouse.
“Did anyone get a chance to think on the riddle?” Freddie asked.
I raised my hand.
“Sleep is another word for dead.”
“Only the dead can
see…fire? Hell?” Jeff tried.
We all gasped and
stared at Jeff. “What?”
“No eye can see…” I
tried to think.
“I saw her again last
night,” Matthew suddenly announced.
“You did? How?” I
“I snuck out and went
We all turned and
stared at Matthew. He shrugged. “She was walking
around and laughing. Then I saw her do something else.”
We all stared at him waiting to hear. “She…She…” Matthew
“She what?” I asked.
lifting a headstone!”
Our eyes grew big!
“She IS a ghost!” Freddie declared. “She…She’s just gotta
“Of course she is!” I
declared. “She drowned in the lake seven years ago!”
“Does anyone know how
much money was actually taken from the bank?”
“Oh yeah,” Skinny
“Fifty-“ I gasped.
“We’ve got to go check out that headstone!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…” I turned
to Matthew. “Do you know if it was her headstone?”
Matthew shook his head.
“The one in front of it.”
“We’ve got to get a
look under that headstone!” I declared as I snapped my fingers.
The boys looked at me like I was crazy. “Just listen!
The sun can’t touch – and only those asleep (or dead) can
Freddie stood up.
“Hey! Wait a minute! The money’s hidden under a
gravestone?” Freddie shook his head. “How could that
be? There must be some other cause – you can’t bury
$50,000.00 under somebody’s headstone!”
“What if it’s a fake?”
Willie asked. We turned and stared at Willie as he spoke
for the first time. “I mean…what if it was put there as
a…what’s it called? Diversion?
“I make a motion that
we tell our folks,” I suddenly declared.
“I second that motion!”
“Okay, but wait!
We tell our folks and they won’t go to the graveyard!
We’ve got to get them there somehow!”
“We all meet at the
graveyard five o’clock tonight with our Pa’s!” Freddie stated.
“Now, we have to get back to school!
I hurried home after
school. Pa had left a note that he was in the back pasture
tending the cattle and I was to get right onto my chores.
I did as told, knowing that I was going to confess everything to
him when he got home. I wanted that trust back, and I
wasn’t going to do anything to stand in the way of earning it as
quickly as I could.
It was nearly 4:30 when
Pa finally got home. I hurried up to him and told him I
had to talk to him. “What about, Mark?” Pa asked as he got
a nice cool drink of water from the well and then poured some on
his head to cool himself off. I knew we didn’t have much
“Can we sit?”
Pa nodded as we made
our way inside. Pa sat down at the table and I scurried
over the check the coffee pot. It wasn’t warm.
“Never mind that now, son. I’m still too hot for coffee.”
“Yes sir,” I stated.
I walked over and sat down next to Pa. “Pa, I’m…I’m going
to tell you something, and I want you to let me finish as I tell
you. Then when I’m done, you can yell at me if you like.”
Pa squinted his eyes at
me as he studied me, but said nothing,
he just nodded his head. I cleared my
throat. “Well you see…” I lowered my head and closed
my eyes. “Okay…it’s like this…” I stopped again.
“Mark, just spit it
out, boy!” Pa declared impatiently.
“Yes sir.” I
lifted my head. “When we were in Micah’s office the other
day, I overheard you and Micah talking about those bank
“Overheard?” Pa raised
And you agreed to listen to the whole story before interrupting
me!” I reminded him. Pa nodded with a grin. “Anyhow,
Micah was talking about one of the bank robbers having a
girlfriend. I couldn’t help thinking about…” I
closed my eyes and said “…Abigail.”
asked. “Who’s Abigail?”
“Oh! I mean that
woman in the graveyard.” I looked up and sure enough saw a
look of anger in Pa’s eyes. But he stayed silent and
allowed me to go on. “Well, Sunday after church, I stayed
in town if you remember.” Pa nodded. “I guess now’s
a good time to confess that I told Freddie Saturday about what
Micah said and he agreed that it was mighty suspicious.”
Pa sighed angrily but again kept silent. “And I guess I
should also confess that’s why I wanted to stay in town Sunday
afternoon – because we had some investigating to do.”
I paused. Pa looked
might upset, but he said nothing. He was keeping his side
of the bargain. “Go on,” he said.
“Well, one of the boys
– whom shall remain nameless – and don’t try to figure out here
because there were six of us in all! Anyway, one of the
boys went back to the graveyard to get the name on the
gravestone. The name was Abigail Montgomery. When
they came back to report to us boys her name, we got to thinking
on who would have been around at the time of that bank robbery.
Of course we thought of Eddie…er…Mr. Halstead. So we went
over and asked him about her.”
I stood up and
practically jumped in Pa’s lap. “Pa – he described HER!
The woman in the graveyard! She even had something odd
about the way she walked, but he didn’t finish the sentence…But
Pa, he said she always wore a white, flowing dress and had a
beautiful laugh…just like the woman in the
My face was getting
closer and closer to Pa’s. He finally pointed to my seat
and I sat back down. “Well, then we went to talk to
Hattie. You know how old women are…” I saw Pa’s
expression change and corrected myself. “I mean…how old-er
women are…they like to talk about people and stuff…So we just
casually asked her about Abigail. Eddie told us she
drowned, but Hattie told us she drowned ON PURPOSE…” Pa
again narrowed his eyes at me and studied me intently.
“She committed suicide!” Then I looked up at the ceiling
and shook my head. “Just like in William Shakespeare!”
Pa cocked his head to
one side. “YOU read Shakespeare?”
“Of course not!” I
declared. “I’d rather read the Bible, what with all those
“Thee’s and Thou’s and all…” I saw Pa’s eyebrows pop up
higher onto his forehead. I guess he meant I was saying
that I wasn’t too thrilled to read the Bible. “I mean…I
think I should go on.”
“Good idea,” Pa nodded.
was in love
with one of the bank robbers – Peter Drake and-“
“Wait a second!” Pa
held up his hand. “Excuse the interruption, but HOW did
you find out their names?”
“Oh,” I raised my
eyebrows then. “Did I…leave out that part?”
Pa nodded. “You
“Oh…well…I sent a
couple of the boys to talk to Micah and see what information
they could pump…er…get from him.” Pa rolled his eyes at
me. “They found out that their names were Peter and Scotty
Drake, and the third man was ‘Pepper.’” Pa nodded. “Oh and
they also found out that they had taken $50,000.00!”
Pa motioned for me to
go on. I nodded. “Well anyhow, Miss Hattie said that
was in love with Peter and when he was convicted and sent
to prison, she couldn’t go on without him. They found her
dead in the lake here in North Fork the next day. Because
so many people liked her in spite of her being in love with an
outlaw, they paid for her burial plot in the cemetery.”
“Anything else?” Pa
It’s believed that she’s the only one who knows where the money
is because she took it and hid it. When she was asked, she
said ““It’s somewhere that the sun can’t touch and only those
asleep can see.”
Pa wrinkled up his face
as he thought on that. “I figured that “asleep” was
another word for dead.” Then one of the boys saw her again
“Last night?” Pa asked.
“Well yeah…he went back
there at midnight.” Pa opened his mouth to say something,
but I held up my hand to stop him. “Now Pa, I had
absolutely NOTHING to do with it! I swear!
I didn’t even know he was planning to sneak out of his house
last night!” Pa sighed but still gave
me a disapproving look. “He
said, she walked around laughing for
awhile, then she lifted up one of the headstones!” I
jumped up and leapt towards Pa’s chair again. “Pa, the
headstone COULD be where the loot is hidden!”
“The loot?” Pa
chuckled. “Mark, it’s a bank robbery – not a pirate ship!”
“So, all us boys are
meeting at the graveyard at 5:00 tonight to look under the
headstone. We’re bringing our Pa’s with us so we don’t get
into more trouble. There’s nothing wrong with us going
into a graveyard, but I figured for good-measure, we best not
step foot in there until you’re with us.”
Pa stood from the
table. “We’re going to go tell Micah, son.”
“No Pa!” I grabbed his
arm and drug along side him as he walked around the house.
“Pa, we started working on this mystery! Please let us
finish it! Please, Pa!”
“Mark, you have all
done enough – MORE then enough! Micah and I will check it
“Pa, I-“ I started.
Pa turned and grabbed
I looked into his eyes.
“Pa, can’t you trust me? Is there a reason we can’t do
this our way?”
Pa’s eyes were staring
angrily into mine. I held contact with him to show the
sincerity. I watched Pa’s eyes lighten up as a grin slowly
spread across his face. “Alright, son. Let’s go.”
When we got there, the
other boys were patiently waiting. Mr. Toomey had his arm
around Freddie as we walked in. The other boys followed
behind. Their Pa’s weren’t with them, but they assured my
Pa they could go with us as long as my Pa was here. We
slowly made our way to the gravestone Abigail had turned over
the day before.
We all looked at each
other. Pa cleared his throat. He held his rifle
downward in his hand and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Freddie, would you like to do the honors?” Pa asked.
Freddie took a step
forward and placed his hand on the gravestone with no name on
it. Slowly, he began lifting. There was a piece of
paper under it. It was old and worn. He lifted it
out. “SH,” he read.
Pa took the paper and
opened it. He held it low enough so we could all gather
around him and look at it. That’s all that was on there.
“Maybe,” I said
holding up my finger. “Maybe that’s the first two letters
of the name on the gravestone!”
The cemetery was quite
big, as far as graveyards go back in these days. Pa told
us all to spread out and look for a stone with SH on it.
Logic told me to go to the back of the graveyard. Sure
enough, hidden under a tree was an old stone that said “Shelby”
on it. The stone was marked the same year Abigail had
died. All six of us boys gathered around it. We
looked at each other wondering what we would find under there.
Pa looked around at the
boys. I looked at Willie – the quietest one – and smiled
at him. “You lift it,” I said quietly.
There was complete
silence in the graveyard as Willie bent and lifted the
headstone. It had recently been lifted, so he got it up
without a hitch. Willie gasped and stood back as we all
slowly made our way up to the hole. “It’s a…a box!”
Pa bent down, balancing
himself on one knee as he peered into the whole himself.
He looked up at me and I smiled as I put my arm around his
shoulders. “It’s the loot!” I shouted.
Pa and Mr. Toomey
worked together to lift the heavy box out of the hole.
They had to work at opening it, but when it opened, we all
gasped with shock.
Inside was a bunch of
gold coins and a few bills. “It’s the $50,000.00!” Pa
declared with a gasp.
We all kneeled down
beside the box breathing heavily as we stared at the gold coins.
“I didn’t know it was…gold!” I shouted.
Pa nodded. “Micah
told me it was mostly gold coins. It was being held in the
Santa Fe bank to be transported.”
“So you’ve been holding
out on me!” I protested suddenly.
Pa raised an eyebrow
and patted my back lovingly. “So were you boys, son!” Pa
exclaimed with a wink.
Suddenly, Jeff gasped.
“What was that?” He was pointing towards Abigail’s grave.
My heart started
pounding because suddenly you couldn’t even hear a bird singing.
“What?” Mr. Toomey asked. “What’d you see, Jeff?”
“Something…a flash of
white…behind that grave.”
“Oh now Jeff! I
think your imagination’s running away with you!” Pa declared
But I shook my head and
slowly began walking toward the grave. Because I had seen
something move from the corner of my eye just before Jeff called
out. I slowly walked over to the grave and peered down.
“Pa, come quick!”
My heart was pounding a
mile a minute. I held a shaky finger out and pointed to
the ground just behind Abigail’s grave. “Is this the head
or the foot, Pa?”
Pa patted my back.
“Calm down, son. She’s buried on the other side of the
stone.” But Pa’s voice was shaky too.
We were all suddenly
shaky because all eight of us were gathered around a trap door.
“Boys, get-“ Pa started
to say, but suddenly a noise was heard beyond the trees behind
us. Pa cocked his rifle and turned around. “Boys, get
back!” Pa ordered.
We began backing away
as Mr. Toomey and Pa, both with rifles cocked, made their way
towards the trees. “Alright, come on out!” Pa shouted.
When there was no response, Pa fired three rapid shots through
the trees. “Come on!”
Suddenly, three men
emerged walking out backwards. “You can’t shoot us in the
back!” One of the men exclaimed.
“It’s the gang!” I
declared in disbelief. “They HAVE been hiding here the
“Unbuckle your gun
belts! One handed!” Pa ordered.
But suddenly, one of
the men turned with a gun in his hand. Pa fired and the
man dropped to the ground. Mr. Toomey ran up and grabbed
one of the men, unbuckling his gun belt with one hand.
“Alright, sit down and put your hands behind your head!” Pa
ordered. They did as told. “Toomey, I have rope on
We watched with smiles
as Pa tied the two men’s hands and feet securely. “I’m
assuming Abigail’s in here,” Pa stated as he slowly lifted the
trapdoor. Again he cocked his rifle. “Alright…ghost!
Come on out!” Pa ordered.
Our eyes grew wide as
we watched the woman in white climb from the cellar behind her
grave. “Then she IS a ghost!” Freddie exclaimed.
The woman suddenly
screamed when she saw the dead man. She ran to him before
Pa could grab her. She kneeled beside him and took the
man’s head in her lap. “Nooooooooo!!!!!” She screamed as
she hugged his head to her and began rocking back and fourth.
“Oh God, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” She had tears streaming down
his face. As she mourned the loss of her lover.
“No boys, she’s not a
ghost,” Pa stated sadly as we all watched the heart-breaking
scene. “That is Abigail Montgomery. I must have
killed her lover, Peter.”
“But Pa!” I turned and
pointed to the grave. “Does that mean the grave’s empty?”
“Oh no, son.
Someone’s buried there.” Pa turned and walked towards
Abigail. “It’s just not Abigail!”
Micah came galloping up
then. We all ran toward him, all talking at once.
Micah climbed off his horse and held up his hands.
“Alright, boys! One at a time!”
“We caught the bank
robbers!” Freddie declared.
“Yeah, and we found
Abigail. She’s not dead – she’s alive!’ I declared.
“We found the gold
buried under a fake headstone!” Jeff declared.
Suddenly, Pa rushed
over to us. “Alright boys, everyone of you sit down!” He
demanded. Some of us sat down, but others stayed standing
– one of them was me. Pa snapped his fingers. “I
We all sat immediately.
Pa shook his head. “Now, let’s get the old man a break!
He can’t stand so much excitement!”
“Now Lucas, I ain’t
exactly ready to be put out to pasture!” Micah declared.
Pa put his arm around
his friend and they walked off a ways together. The six of
us sat quietly and watched Pa talk softly to Micah His
hands moved to illustrate what he was saying.
Then we watched as
Micah went over to Peter and Abigail. “He’s dead alright,” we
heard Micah declared. Then he looked up at Abigail.
“Ma’am, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
Pa walked over to
Abigail and lifted her by the arm. He walked her away as
Mr. Sweeny covered the body with a blanket. “I’ll go get
my wagon,” he stated.
Micah stood in front
of the grave. “It says Abigail’s buried here,” Micah said.
“Yes it does,” Pa
answered with a nod.
Micah went to stand
right in front of Abigail. “Well ma’am…You aren’t dead.
What’s your story?”
She suddenly looked up
as if seeing Micah and Pa for the first time. “$50,000.00
to share with the man I love! That’s my story!” She
buried her face in her hands.
“You hid the money?
Here?” Abigail nodded. “Seven years ago.”
She hugged herself as
she walked around her grave. “It was a sure-fire plan.”
She turned and looked at the covered body. “He said we’d
be married – I just had to hide the gold long enough for him to
She turned and pointed
at Pa. “You!” She said softly the first time. “You!”
She yelled. “You killed all my dreams – just like all the
“What others?” Micah
Abigail put her hands
to her temples as if her head ached. “The judges and
police…They are also to blame for this!” She began walking
around the graveyard as if she were floating on a cloud.
She dramatically spread out her arms as she spoke. “All
this was going to be mine!” She laughed evilly.
“When they were convicted, we had a plan to keep the money safe.
I would pretend to die tragically – then I would run and hide
until he sent me the right signal. A few weeks ago, I got
a letter from him that told me their plans. We thought
haunting the grave yard would keep people away. Until they
came to recover the money.”
“Who’s in the grave?”
Pa asked. I shuddered as I heard her laugh evilly again.
But her laugh was half-way between a laugh and a cry. Then
it turned into a cry as she fell down to the ground and sobbed.
“Who’s grave?” Pa asked louder as he bent down next to her.
“Who’s buried there, Abigail?”
She lifted her head
from her hands and stared straight into Pa’s eyes, but she
didn’t say anything. Then she stood up and stood right in
his face. “Camilla Evans.”
The sun was starting to
go down as we sat in the restaurant talking. Pa and Micah
sent us kids into the restaurant for supper. Pa joined us
a few minutes later, but we had to wait for Micah before the
last part of the mystery was solved. There was a sobering
chat going on as we thought on Abigail. “What’ll happen to
her, Pa?” I asked.
Pa sat down his coffee
as twelve pairs of eyes stared at him waiting for the answer.
“She’ll stay locked up in Micah’s jail until she can be tried.
Then she’ll go to a woman’s prison.”
“Prison?” I declared.
Pa nodded. “She
killed a woman, Mark. Woman or not, she has to be
I was just about to
question Pa on how all this was possible when Micah walked in.
He plopped a poster in the center of the table and said, “Well,
here’s the last piece to the mystery. Camilla Evans –
daughter of Todd and Annie Evans. She went missing seven
years ago – never came home from shopping in town. I just
talked to Eddie. He remembers when she went missing.
They had the funeral for Abigail then gathered a search part to
go looking for Camilla.”
“I don’t understand!” I
stated then. “How…How could people not know that was
Camilla and not Abigail.”
Micah turned and looked
at my Pa. Pa sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Okay boys, we’ll try to explain this. Abigail was a
beautiful woman and very pleasant. The town loved her –
her smile and laugh. But they knew she was in love with
Peter Drake. When he went off to prison, she became
distraught and threatened to commit suicide. So when a
body was pulled from the lake, it was automatically assumed that
it was Abigail since both women were missing. Abigail had,
after all, threatened to do just that. It was all part of
“Yeah. But Pa,
They would’ve know from looking at her that-“ I started.
Pa shook her head.
He looked around at us. “She was under the water for a
long time, son. This isn’t something I want to go into
with young boys, but it wasn’t easy to recognize her.”
Micah picked up the
poster and read. “Wears her long, blond hair down her
back, has brown eyes and a birthmark on the right side of her
neck.” Micah handed us the poster to look at. “The
sad thing is that that description can fit Abigail also.
That’s how she got away with it. She planned this whole
thing – which makes it worse.”
We didn’t say anything
else. The reality of solving the mystery wasn’t nearly as
rewarding as the imagination of it had felt. Micah turned
to Pa. “I’ve met Camilla’s folks. They have really
struggled these last seven years. Loosing their daughter
aged them considerably. He’s had a stroke and can’t hardly
walk on one side. She has a bad heart and sits in her
chair. They are dirt poor – can hardly keep themselves
alive. Camilla came later in life and was very special for
them since they had tried and prayed for a baby for many, many
We all looked at each
other. None of us said a thing. Micah cleared his
throat. “There’s a…two thousand dollar award on those bank
robbers. I guess it now belongs two six little boys.”
Micah and Pa looked at
us. We all looked at each other. We couldn’t help
smiling, just thinking of having two thousand dollars!
“Well boys,” Pa said as he stood up. “I’m sure you are all
mature enough to figure out for yourselves how to divide up this
I watched Micah and Pa
stand from the table and walk outside. “It sure is sad,” I
said as I shook my head.
“Yeah,” Freddie agreed.
Just imagine how it would feel to loose our Pa and Ma and
We looked down at the
poster. “Two thousand dollars divided among us…How much
would that be?” Willie asked as he started counting in his
“Over $300,” Jeff
We all fell silent as
we sighed. “I know what Pa wants me to do,” I stated.
“Same thing my Pa would
want me to do,” Skinny answered.
“Yeah.” I heard several
of the boys say. “Reckon we HAVE to do the right thing?
I shook my head.
I must admit that at the age of ten, I was selfishly wanting to
take my part of the money. I reckon every boy at that
table felt the same way. But I also knew how disappointed
my father would be if I did that. I’d disappointed him
enough lately. I lifted my eyes and we all stared at each
other. “Well,” I said with a heavy heart. Because
honestly, it was hard for a boy to do. “Let’s go tell our
Just then, pie came.
That made us feel a little better and we all started eating
before we went to give Micah and Pa the news. “Hey, you
know in spite of how sad it is, we DID do a pretty good job in
solving this case!”
“Yeah!” I agreed.
“Maybe we should form our own detective agency!”
Freddie looked up
toward the ceiling. He lifted his hand as he imagined the
name. “The North Fork Six!”
“Yeah!” We all smiled.
“The North Fork Six!” I popped the last bit of pie in my
mouth. “We’ll be famous!”
We all stood, grabbed
our hats and walked out the door. Pa and Micah were
leaning up against a hitching post. We paused just outside
the hotel door. Then we sobered up and walked slowly
across the street. “Well?” Pa asked as he studied our
“Well,” I swallowed
hard as I looked at the other boys. “We decided to give
Camilla’s folks the money.” I had been thinking on
something else too. “And I for one will help fix up their
place how ever I can.”
“Yeah,” I heard the
other boys say. “It’ll be part of our new business.
We’ll try to help those hurt by the criminals!”
Pa turned and looked at
Micah. “New…business?” He asked.
“Well yeah! We’re
gonna form our own detective agency and start solving all the
crimes,” Jeff announced.
“We’re called ‘The
North Fork Six!’”
Pa pushed himself off
the hitching post. “Son, haven’t you found yourself in
enough trouble solving this crime? I think you should
forget this idea. Right now.” Pa walked toward his
horse. “Let’s go home.”
But we all started
“Yeah…and even finding
“Mark!” Pa called
“Well,” I shrugged.
“Maybe you should just call it the North Fork Five!” I stated as
Pa grabbed my arm and dragged me toward our horses.
“Freddie!” We heard Mr.
Toomey call. “Or the North Fork Four!”
“Maybe it was a bad
idea after all,” Jeff announced as I got on my horse and rode
That night, after I got
ready for bed, I walked into the main room and stood behind Pa
at the table. I read a note he was writing.
Please excuse Mark from
not completing his homework. He was busy solving they
mystery of the Ghost in the Graveyard. We assure you this
was his one and only mystery and he will have all his homework
completed tomorrow night.
Pa folded the note up
and stuck it in my book. Then he turned, picked me up, and
plopped me on his lap. “Well boy, this will be your only
I just smiled at Pa.
I didn’t reckon it would be my only mystery. After all, I
was only ten years old! Pa tried to remain stern, but as
he studied my face, he broke out into a big smile. “Let’s
get you to bed, Mark.”
Like I used do when I
was younger, I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head
on his shoulder as he carried me into the bedroom. I knew
that tonight I would get that kiss on the forehead and he’d
whisper “I love you.”
I smiled, content in my
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