{"id":7085,"date":"2022-01-24T20:42:53","date_gmt":"2022-01-24T20:42:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/greydogtales.com\/blog\/?p=7085"},"modified":"2022-01-24T20:42:53","modified_gmt":"2022-01-24T20:42:53","slug":"on-the-seventh-day-she-rested","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/greydogtales.com\/blog\/on-the-seventh-day-she-rested\/","title":{"rendered":"ON THE SEVENTH DAY, SHE RESTED"},"content":{"rendered":"

Annnnnd… we\u2019re back. Winter, work, COVID and all that stuff got in the way, but greydogtales<\/em> is powering up for 2022. Weird literature, strange trivia, and of course, lurchers. So today let\u2019s whet appetites, just for fun, with a new short tale of Mamma Lucy<\/strong>, the old hoodoo woman who travels through 1920s America, \u2018adjusting\u2019 things as she goes…<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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ON THE SEVENTH DAY, SHE RESTED<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/h1>\n

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Willie Brown stole a hog. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2018Ceptin<\/span><\/span><\/span>g<\/span> he didn\u2019t steal it \u2013 he bought it fair from Nate Rivens, when Nate had gone too <\/span>far<\/span> down the jug <\/span>one night<\/span>. <\/span>But<\/span> Nate, <\/span>as he stuck<\/span> his head under the pump <\/span>the following<\/span> morning, was minded that Willie had <\/span>been so plumb happy at the deal, he\u2019d left behind the<\/span> bill of sale. <\/span>Which got Nate thinking. Paper burned easy; <\/span>Willie was <\/span>only one of them <\/span>colored <\/span>boys<\/span>, and <\/span>surely <\/span>Nate had the right of it through being <\/span>what he was \u2013 an honest, <\/span>winsome<\/span> Rivens, <\/span>and white as curds, no less<\/span>? <\/span>So he bothered<\/span> his neighbors, he yelled some, and he <\/span>made <\/span>out <\/span>that Willie <\/span>Brown <\/span>had gone and <\/span>took the beast, never a dime in return<\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ole Casper Rivens, Nate\u2019s uncle, had ridden with the judge, <\/span><\/span>days past, <\/span><\/span>and the local constable was no stranger to <\/span><\/span>Ole <\/span><\/span>Casper\u2019s pockets, so it seemed set to be a clear day for the <\/span><\/span>R<\/span><\/span>ivens. <\/span><\/span>They hauled Willie to the courtroom, the judge set a heavy fine for his thieving \u2013 it was that or a whipping and the jail at Gainesville \u2013 and they took the hog, who didn\u2019t know master from mud-bath. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And that would have been the way of it, ha<\/span><\/span>d an old conjure-woman<\/span><\/span> not <\/span><\/span>turned up <\/span><\/span>in town<\/span><\/span> the day after the trial<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span>Barefoot<\/span><\/span> and <\/span><\/span>gangly in her faded print dress, <\/span><\/span>she <\/span><\/span>came <\/span><\/span>with<\/span><\/span> a look <\/span><\/span>to<\/span><\/span> her<\/span><\/span> that made hats tip, even <\/span><\/span>those of a few<\/span><\/span> white folk. S<\/span><\/span>ome <\/span><\/span>said she was called <\/span><\/span>Mamma Lucy, and that she<\/span><\/span>\u2019d walked heavy through Barrow County once<\/span><\/span>; others kept names to themselves. Whichever way, Willie <\/span><\/span>Brown<\/span><\/span>\u2019s mother knew her face, and had a need. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cY\u2019all know my boy been wronged, Mamma.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a steel-hard truth,\u201d said the conjure-woman, her milk-and-honey eye staring way off from the other. \u201cBut hold them tears, girl. We\u2019ll see this through… iffen the Good Lord wills.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

So Willie\u2019s mother bit her cheek, wept a mite more, and went home. Around noon the same day, Mamma Lucy set herself on the crooked hickory bench by Casper Riven\u2019s seed-store. Abe Johnson saw her clear. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe hunkers down with roots an’ such from that there carpet-bag o\u2019 hers,\u201d he told the drug-store moochers. \u201cAnd she spreads \u2018em out in her lap, like she\u2019s a-waitin\u2019. Don\u2019t use no words, though, not as I heared. Then she jess puts \u2018em away, and up she goes, bound for the creek.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In the night, rats got into the store\u2019s cellar and made play with some of Casper Rivens\u2019s best seed. Ole Casper woke to this bad news, and a bellyache besides, one which Doc Meredith\u2019s powders wouldn\u2019t shift. As for the rats, their bellies ached fit to burst too, but there weren\u2019t a body listening to hear their side of the matter.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The noon which followed, Mamma Lucy was spotted again, squatting in the shade of a live oak, and maybe she had a green felt bag \u2018tween her fingers, maybe she didn\u2019t. The oak wasn\u2019t that tall nor wide, but it happened to stand tidy on the edge of Casper Riven\u2019s yard. Again, she didn\u2019t stay long.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That night, Casper\u2019s wife Mercy cut herself whilst peeling taters (for the help had sickened). Cut herself bad, and Doc Meredith had some sewing up to do. With all the fuss and feathers in the house, Casper\u2019s bellyache got worse.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

By now, folks all allowed that the conjure-woman was sure seen often near Casper Rivens or what he owned \u2013 and he owned plenty. Everywhere he stepped, there \u2013 but not any too close \u2013 was a dark, gangly figure. Yet she never tried to jaw with him, nor did anything that might raise a holler. Ole Casper himself wouldn\u2019t stoop to speak to her sort; the constable passed by her a few times, all sweat and nerves, but the old colored woman had coin, talked polite, and always moved on if she was told direct. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Casper\u2019s lumbago took a turn for the worse around that time, and his belly weren\u2019t no better.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

On the sixth day, a hand told Casper that Mamma Lucy had been seen chawing cane outside the bank where the Rivenses did their business. When the telegraph clattered a few hours later, turned out that he had lost ninety cents in the dollar on an oil claim that proved dry, sudden, out Aintry way…<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ole Casper was done with hogs. Grim as a Hessian\u2019s horse, he strode to his nephew\u2019s shack, and a mighty ruckus was heard. A half hour after, Nate, scrubbed and tight-collared, went calling on the judge. Seems that a bill of sale for the hog had \u2018slipped clean down between two boards,\u2019 but now was found. Right sorry was Nate, so he said, and the judge, though hardly sorry, did grumbling justice. Willie Brown got his name and his hog back by sundown.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Outside the courthouse, Doc Meredith and the conjure woman watched a thin colored boy leading away his rightful property. It weren\u2019t no more than his due, and surely less than should have been, but in those times, matters could have been much worse.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s some witchin\u2019 you done there, Mamma,\u201d said the doctor, soft-like. He didn\u2019t look so bothered, though, for the Rivens always put him in mind of temples and \u2018dens of thieves\u2019.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAin\u2019t no witch.\u201d She gave him her big, horse-teeth smile. \u201cAnd who says I laid a single trick all week? What folks choose t\u2019believe, well, that\u2019s in other hands.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Mamma Lucy was an ornery hoodoo woman when the need arose, but she was also in the head-business. And she knew her trade, as Ole Casper Givens could attest\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Next up this week, a spotlight on Michael Kelly\u2019s excellent independent press Undertow.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

In the meantime, do have a look at my recent second collection, Where All is Night, and Starless (Trepidatio 2021), which is less Edwardian but more wide-ranging\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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AVAILABLE NOW THROUGH AMAZON, AND THROUGH THE PUBLISHER, JOURNALSTONE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Amazon US: Where All is Night, and Starless<\/a><\/u><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Amazon UK: Where All is Night, and Starless<\/a><\/u><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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