The Tree Stand

The following short story, The Tree Stand, written by Jean Desmarais is in response to a prompt given during one of the Writers Writing Group (WWG) meetings. Jean has been working on developing her skill of writing for about three years now. She is pleased and honored to share with you her short story.

THE TREE STAND

by Jean Desmarais

The air is cool, the leaves are starting to turn, and some of them are falling off the trees. There is frost on the ground. The grass crackles when you walk on it. A tree stand is in one of the trees with two hunters inside.

As dawn comes on, the deer come out of their sleeping places to find something to eat. The hunters, wide-awake now, watch the fields as the deer come to graze in the woods.

Deer in the woods, unaware of Charles and Joseph in the tree stand.

Deer in the woods, unaware of Charles and Joseph in the tree stand.

Joseph wanted to talk with his companion, Charles since they arrived in the woods.

“I don’t think that I can shoot any of those deer although it is open season for bucks. They look so innocent and graceful running out there in the field.”

Charles nodded his head.

“They are one of God’s creatures, Charles. When I was younger, I had to help other hunters clean their kill. It turned my stomach so much then. Now, I can’t stand the thought of killing of one of them, and then eating its meat. Haven’t you ever wondered why I never was able to get a shot off in time to make a kill?”

Charles nodded his head, again. “Yes, Joseph. I’ve felt sorry for you. After all the times that we have been hunting together, you’ve never made a shot. I thought you were a bad shot. But, you kept on trying. Why do you keep coming out here if you feel you can’t kill a deer?”

“Well, I guess it is a guy thing. I do enjoy your company, but not like this. I guess I don’t know how to say no to you when you ask me to come along.”

Both men look at each other and grin. They turn back, look out through the slats of the deer stand, and continue to wait for the deer to come closer. Charles, who is a good shot, motions that he sees a buck running the trees in front of them. He manages to get off a good shot.

“Bingo! Charles, you got your deer with the first shot!” Joseph was proud of his friend.

Charles and Joseph walk through the woods to where the deer was laying.

A shot is heard.

A shot is heard.

“You got an eight pointer!”

Charles reaches down to the ground, touches it, and says, “We will gut the deer here, move the carcass closer to the deer stand, and then we can go get the truck. The ground is too uneven and soft for the truck to come this far. We’d get stuck for sure.”

As they prepare to gut the deer, Joseph looks at Charles. “I hope I don’t get sick on you. The first cutting is the worst for me.”

“You just hold the back legs, and I will get the horns so I can cut the deer open. I’ll need to get the guts out. We will throw the guts over there for other animals to eat.”

“How much will it dress out do you think?”

“Probably, around 120 pounds and that’s about average.”

As Charles cuts into the deer, the smell of hot blood overwhelms Joseph and he moans.

“You don’t seem to be turning white, Joseph,” Charles laughs.

“I can’t look into those eyes,” Joseph replies.

After the two men finished gutting the deer, Charles grabs the deer by the antlers while Joseph picks up the hind legs. They carry it to the deer stand where they lay it down and go get the truck.

“I was watching you, Joseph, to see if your face was turning white, but you managed well. Once we get the deer in the truck, it won’t take us long to get back to my house.”

“As we walk, my nausea seems to be going away,” Joseph says.

“I know you own a meat-packing plant. But, Joseph. Tell me how you manage to get by the blood thing there?”

“You raise a good question. I own the plant. I don’t have to be in the back where the blood and gore is. You get the job done. It doesn’t seem like the blood and gore bother you at all. I’m glad you’re the one doing that work.”

After moving the truck next to the deer, they toss the deer over the lowered tailgate and up on the truck bed. They secure the deer so as they drive out of the woods it will not slide around.

“The wind blowing on my face helps me with my sickness. I think I’m not as green as I was.”

“You’re not white. That’s for sure.” They laugh.

Charles pulls into his driveway; they get out. Together, they tie the deer up by the horns in a tree, and then they skin it from the shoulders down. Joseph manages to keep his nausea away. He tries not to smell the foul odor or pay attention to the sound of deerskin ripping away. Once it is skinned, Charles cuts the deer into quarters.

“Do you want a roast or something?” Charles asks as he lays a large portion of the deer on a nearby table.

“No. Now, you will make me sick if I have to touch it. Give my portion of the meat to someone who will enjoy it.”

“Would you like to go fishing or boating sometime when the weather warms up?”

“That sounds good to me, but I will not clean the fish for you either.”

“Good. You had better get some sleep, Joseph. I’ll pick you up at 4:00 in the morning.”

“Yeah, Charles, I’ll be ready.

As Joseph drives away, he thinks about him and Charles going fishing. Now that Charles is aware of his fear of blood, it should make things easier for him. They will probably discuss his problem again, some day. He realizes that he has a good friend in Charles and that Charles will accept his fears.

 


The Tree Stand by Jean Desmarais was first published on J. K. Brooks Publishing blog.

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Five Books and a Funeral

by Rosa Lee Jude, Co-author of the Legends of Graham Mansion series

The five books of the Legends of Graham Mansion Series

The five books of the Legends of Graham Mansion Series

Squire finally stopped talking.

That may seem like a strange opening line for a blog post. It’s only strange if you don’t know who Squire is.

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Book Five – Revelation

The final book, REVELATION, in the Legends of Graham Mansion series has just been released. This five-volume journey began when co-author and historian Mary Lin Brewer contacted me in March 2012. “I have this idea for a series,” she said. “I’ve got tons of research, legends, and stories. But, I’m not really a fiction writer. I understand that you are.” As they say, the rest is history, quite literally now. Two and half years and five books later, the series is complete. I finally shut up Squire.

For those of you who have not read the series, “Squire” is Squire David Graham. This mysterious, but brilliant, man was a powerful entrepreneur of the 1800s in Southwest Virginia. He amassed a substantial number of businesses and land holdings in a relatively short amount of time and was known for his ruthless business dealings and not-so-pleasant personality. The beacon of his success still stands today in the form of a historic mansion in the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Many say that he has never left his stately home. I say he has spent the last two and a half years living rent free inside my head.

While our central character and heroine was a lovely young lady and time traveler named Grae White, Squire seemed to be the one who truly haunted me. Through the many long months of writing the series, he visited me in my dreams. Sometimes so forcefully that I would have to get up in the middle of the night and pay homage to him on my keyboard. The grave scene in AMBITION was the result of three such nights in a row.

As I tied up the loose ends of the series in the finale, I reread the previous volumes. Even an author has to remind herself, at times, about what she has written. I couldn’t leave any key elements unresolved. The more I read the previous books (REDEMPTION, AMBITION, DECEPTION, and SALVATION), the louder Squire’s voice seemed to get. He was determined that I finish his story. But, one late July evening, as the final words were typed, he grew silent. I felt like I had been to a funeral, my emotions were spent. I had laughed and cried a lot through the final story. I had said goodbye. I had finished Squire’s story. He has been silent ever since.

Writing a series is a serious undertaking. It’s not just the beginning and end that are important, it’s all those words in between that link together to convey the world you have created for your readers. It’s a commitment. The characters become family. The readers become friends. You don’t want to let anyone down. Many readers have asked how I managed to write so many words (about 450,000) in two and a half years. The answer is simply dedication. Just about every night and every weekend, words were typed. While I was at work during the day, the story passed to Mary Lin who would fill in the historical matter, legends, and some of her own twists. Weeks turned into months and like the little engine who could, we built a series—one page, one chapter, one book, at a time.

And now, it’s over. All has been revealed. REVELATION is in the hands of those who will cherish it the most, the readers. Now in its entirety, we hope that it is embraced by legions of future readers for many years to come.

The journey is over. Or maybe, it’s only just begun.
Rosa

Introduction of Rosa Lee Jude

Rosa Lee Jude began creating her own imaginary worlds at an early age. While her career path has included stints in journalism, marketing, tourism, and local government, she is most at home at a keyboard spinning yarns of fiction and creative non-fiction. She lives in the beautiful mountains of Southwest Virginia with her patient husband and very spoiled rescue dog.

To learn more about the series, visit http://www.LegendsofGrahamMansion.com

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The Student became the Teacher

Welcome Geanna! So glad to have you back for another guest post. This post, The Student became the Teacher, shares how an understanding teacher, Miss Ruth, believed in Geanna. As a result, Geanna learned to believe in herself. Read on, you’ll be inspired…

The Student became the Teacher

by Geanna Sowers

One day, my mother took me to an interesting place, Triviana farm. A little lady, whose name was Miss Ruth, owned this exciting place that would change my life.

It was exciting to me because, as a little girl, I dreamed of horses. I wished to own one. I had epilepsy. And as a result, my mother had trouble finding an instructor who would teach me. Then, she found Miss Ruth.

Miss Ruth was tiny in size with white hair. I thought of her as my grandma. She had a spunky personality that was larger than life. I was instantly captivated with her friendliness and acceptance of me. Because of her willingness to accept me as I was and her faith in me, I learned to ride a beautiful, big paint horse that was named Rabbit. When Miss Ruth taught me, I wanted nothing more than to be like her. I was at her farm whenever I was allowed. As her student, I learned. I thrived – I wanted to become a teacher, too.

Years later, I reconnected with Ruth. She offered me an opportunity to help her form a small riding group. Of course, without hesitation, I knew I would want to help; I’d do anything Miss Ruth wanted.

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Local horse show with students; I am the teacher.

The work was hard, but I learned more and as I saw how the students reacted to Miss Ruth, their teacher, I, too wanted to be as she, yet again. One day, as we began getting ready to start the lesson for the day, all three riders were mounted and waiting in the riding ring. Miss Ruth walked away from us and up a hill near her house. She stood there, not moving, watching us; I was dumbstruck. I finally realized she meant for me to teach the class of excited girls, who happened to be 4H members, too.

I started to panic. But then, I remembered my first lesson with Miss Ruth. I decided that we would begin with that lesson. At first, it was hard, and then we began to have fun. Before I knew it, the time for the lesson had flown by. I was hooked.

My passion for teaching kids about horses began that day. I, as Miss Ruth’s student, had become the teacher. I later became a certified riding instructor. I taught part-time for about fifteen years, along with other jobs. The last time I spoke with Ruth, she told me, “Most riders are only there for an experience. Every now and then, you meet a student who will go on to do more.”

I’m so happy my mother found Miss Ruth and that Miss Ruth had faith in me.

Miss Ruth

Miss Ruth, my mentor.

What about you? What kinds of experiences have you had where you started out as the student, and then became the teacher? Leave a comment and share your thoughts.

Below, you will find several links to websites that may be helpful for you. If you are interested in learning more about horses, 4H opportunities, and or even breeding, visit these links:

Happy Riding and ‘Riting,
Geanna

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Thank you, Geanna, for another wonderful post. You’re life as a lover of horses, a teacher, and a mother are inspirational. If you would like to connect with Geanna, you may write her at geanna1974 [at] hotmail [dot] com.

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Ikey

Today, I’m delighted to introduce Geanna Sowers, as our guest blogger. Geanna is a transplant to Wythe County after her husband talked her into moving. Geanna sees herself as an average country woman with an ancestral family made up of rebel women. The women of her family went their own way in life and she feels she follows suit, as she has always wanted to put her fictional stories out for others, mostly children, to read. Writing this blog post serves as a means to help Geanna push her boundaries in storytelling.

Geanna says, “I live with my husband, who is a superb partner for me. My most cherished daughter is my life’s work. We have a quaint little mini farm. We also have a hodgepodge of special pets. I hope you enjoy this story based on an experience from my life.” Read on…

Introduction of Geanna Sowers

IKEY

by Geanna Sowers

I walked into the store for my orders to make another run for my boss. I worked as a driver for an auto store in Bedford County. As I walked in the door, I noticed in a box on the floor, a kitten. It was a cute little, orange puff-ball. He looked up at me, mewed, which helped me to feel what a sad little creature he was. The way he sat looking up at me, his little yellow eyes let me know that he did not understand where his little mates had gone. I was a goner. I fell in love.

Milay and Ikey

Ikey (stretched out) with another cat friend, Milay

“He’s the last one. Do you know anyone who might want him?” an older man said.

I looked at the man and thought about my empty trailer I rented. My fiancé and I had recently split. A warm feeling filled my heart. “Yes, I would love to have him,” I found myself saying.

The drive home was an adventure. Little Ikey, I named him after my favorite candy, was everywhere. He was so small. Here I was, trying to drive a straight shift, and keep him in my lap. If you could have seen me, you would have laughed. We bonded immediately. Have you ever met an animal that stole your heart? He did mine.

After that first day, I took him everywhere. I took him to visit my old horse, Rosy, who was pastured down the road. One day, Ikey decided that he wanted to stay in the barn with Rosy. I was so worried about him. But, I had to let him live his own life. I knew I would be back the next day to check on him.

Before long, Ikey was a year old and lived most of the time with Rosy. Every day that I visited Rosy and Ikey, Ikey was always there to get his food. And, most days he left me presents on the path. Sometimes a mouse, other times a bird. I never knew with what he would surprise me. I loved Rosy and Ikey very much and they loved each other. They were always together.

One day, Ikey came up missing. I called and called for him. Later that day, he came crawling, actually more like dragging his hind legs. I freaked out. He’d been hit by a car. I managed to find a vet. After the vet treated him, I carried Ikey home in my laundry basket. His hind legs were splinted and wrapped up like a mummy. His tail was left to dangle freely. I wondered how he would do things, like grooming himself and taking care of general body needs.

Ikey was my smart kitty. He knew where the litter box was and how to use it even with his legs bound. He would balance on his front legs, tail in the air, and walk to his box. He learned to manage quite well. In some respects, it was rather comical. In others, I was surprised that he could adapt so well with little guidance from me.

We were to go back to see the vet six weeks later. As time went by, we grew closer. On my days off, while doing house chores, I would every now and then see an orange tail in the air. Ikey was doing his business while balancing on his front. As he continued to heal, he let me know that he wanted to be with Rosy. Later, after he was good as new, I let him out again with his buddy. He was happy and his old self again.

By the time I was ready to move from Floyd to Max Meadows in Wythe County, my Ikey had grown to be an old man. He was about 12 years old. One day while packing to move, he came to me, bumped my leg, and purred in his funny way. I looked down at him, picked him up, and loved on him. I noticed how much of a pot belly he had; almost like Garfield. After I set him down, he went off to explore, as was his habit. I never saw him again.

Ikey in his “Garfield” position.

Ikey in his “Garfield” position.

Now, living in my new home, I sometimes think of him. I still miss him. I think about that day he bumped my leg, he was saying his final goodbye to me. I remember how he came into my life when I was a lonely, single young woman. He was special. I miss his touch and his funny way of letting me know he was special.

In the last month since we’ve been living in our home in Max Meadows, a stray cat has adopted us. He is orange and golden eyed, much like my Ikey. We’ve named him Tom Tom. He is a quite wonderful and unexpected new addition to our family. I write this memory with tears in my eyes. I miss Ikey. But, I now have Tom Tom.

Who or what was your special pet? Do you have a favorite pet story from a time in your life when you needed a companion? If so, please share it in the comments. I’d love to hear from you.

I hope to tell you about Tabitha, the feral barn kitty, one day.

Until next time,
Geanna Marie Sowers

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Congratulations Geanna on your first blog post! Thank you for sharing your story about your special companion, Ikey. The picture of him lounging is like the image I imagine when I think of Garfield. Great story!

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