Only one arm, and still the man could choke him. Will saw stars. Though his hearing dimmed, Will heard Mama yelling and beating on Johnsonâs back.
âLeave him aloneâdonât hurt him,â Mama cried.
Will struggled. He had to protect Mama.
Maria screamed from the doorway.
âDonât hurt him,â Mama shouted. âDonât! He could be your son.â
Johnsonâs grip slackened, and Will slumped to the floor.
âMy son?â Johnson kicked Will. Will gasped for air through his bruised throat and stared at Johnson, who stared back.
Then Johnson chortled wickedly. âOr my brother?â He grabbed Mamaâs chin and forced her face close to his. âOr your brother?â he said, grinning.
Will didnât understand. His father? Or his brother? Or Mamaâs brother? How could this man be any part of them?
âYes,â Mama whispered. She seemed to shrink.
Johnson cackled uproariously. âYou little bitch.â He pushed Mama, and she staggered. âYou took my kin away with you.â
âHeâs mine,â Mama said, regaining her feet and thrusting her chin forward. âNot yours. You canât have him.â
Johnson snickered. âWeâll see about that.â
âYou better leave, mister. Or Iâll shoot.â Mariaâs voice dripped icy calm. From his position on the floor, Will saw she had Paâs rifle trained on Johnson. Briefly, he wondered if it was even loaded. Heâd never seen Maria shoot anything. Could she do it now? But watching her face, he thought she might.
Johnson raised his hands. âWell, now,â he said to Mama, âlike mother, like daughter.â He sidled toward Maria, âDonât worry, little miss,â he said, âIâm leavinâ.â
Maria backed away from the door to let him pass, but didnât lower the rifle. Johnson passed inches from the barrel, and Will feared Johnson would attack her. But Maria didnât flinch.
âIâm leavinâ,â Johnson repeated, and he slunk through the door. Maria slammed it behind him and turned the key.
With the terror over, Will blurted, âWhat did he mean, Mama?â He still couldnât understand what Johnson had said. Then it dawned on himâMama had had intimate relations with that man. And others. Thatâs the only way the manâs words made sense.
âMama,â he said in horror, âwere you a whore?â
From the hallway, Maria gasped.
Mamaâs face paled as if heâd hit her. âWill, let me explainââ
But Will couldnât take any more. He stood shakily, staggered past Maria, and raced out the back door. He halted in the yard and retched. After emptying his stomach, he ran to the carriage house.
When Will reached Shanty, he buried his face in the geldingâs mane and keened. All he could think of was escape. He saddled the horse and rode away blindly.
Chapter 13: Aftermath of Evil
Will urged Shanty into a canter. He didnât know where he was headed, and he didnât care. He only wanted to get away from the house. Away from Mama, from whatever sins sheâd committed. Away from Maria, whoâd witnessed Willâs annihilation.
Thatâs how he feltâannihilated, destroyed. He wasnât who he thought he was. If he was Johnsonâs sonâor the son of some other man, then Pa wasnât his father. Heâd tried all his life to be like Pa, to make Pa proud of him. If Pa wasnât his father, he didnât know who he was.
Shanty took them on the road toward Jonahâs house. When Will realized where they were, he slowed Shanty to a walk. He couldnât visit Jonahâhe couldnât face anybody, not even his best friend. He didnât understand what Mama and Johnson had said. But he understood enough to realize it was a secret. A huge secret. A secret Mama never wanted him to find out.
As they approached the fork in the road leading to Paâs claimâcould Will even call him Pa anymore?âWill turned Shanty in that direction. That claim was the earliest home Will remembered, a snug little cabin where he and Mama lived while PaâMac?âwas in California. Later, after MacâPa?âreturned, they moved to town, to the big house where they now lived.
A tenant named Eben Coates lived in the cabin on the claim nowâan old codger Mac hired to farm the land. Across the yard from the cabin stood the barn. Beside the barn was a disheveled shack, the shack the Tanner family lived in when they helped Mama. Some of Willâs earliest memories were of playing on the dirt floor of that shack with Otis Tanner, son of Clarence and Hattie Tanner. Hattie had smelled of molasses and cornbread, and Clarence of the smoke from his forge.
Will tied Shanty to a tree just off the road and crept toward the old Tanner shack. The door creaked open when he pushed on it. No one from the larger cabin came out to inspect, so Coates must be working the fields. Will peered inside. The shack was filthy, but large enough for him and Shanty to spend the night.
Will retrieved Shanty and led him toward the shack. The gelding balked when Will tried to pull him inside, but finally followed. Then Will went to the barn and took a bucket of oats back to the shack. Shanty at least would eat tonight. Will would go hungry unless he scrounged a few eggs in the henhouse. He foraged around until he had three eggs.
After eating the raw eggs, Will laid on a burlap bag in the shack and closed his eyes. He puzzled through what heâd heard again. According to Mama, he might be Johnsonâs son. Then Johnson said Will might be Johnsonâs brother, meaning he and Johnson might have the same father. Or Will might be Mamaâs brother, which would mean her fatherâno! Willâs mind couldnât accept that Mama had been intimate with her father. But thatâs who she always said Will looked like.
His stomach rebelled. He rushed to the bushes behind the shack and vomited the eggs.
Jennyâs whole body shook as she left the parlor, this new assault resurrecting memories she thought sheâd buried. Memories of terror. Now, she feared not only for herself, but for Will. Her worst fear for him had come to passâheâd learned the truth. Or part of it.
But now she needed to calm Maria, who lay sobbing on the floor after bravely chasing off Jacob Johnson. âMaria,â she said gently, dropping to her knees beside the girl, though she still trembled from the shock of the encounter with Jacob. When Maria flung herself into Jennyâs arms, the two of them wept together.
âWho was that man?â Maria asked a bit later, wiping a hand across her eyes.
âSomeone I knew long ago,â Jenny murmured. âHeâs not important.â But he was, and sheâd have to face the truth.
âYou said he was Willâs father.â Mariaâs stricken expression mirrored Jennyâs own anguish.
âHe might be,â Jenny said. âBut it doesnât matter.â But it did. It mattered horribly.
âIs what Will said true?â Maria whispered. âWere you a whore?â
âNo,â Jenny said, appalled at the girlâs conclusion. âOh, no. Is that what you thought?â
âMy mama was.â
âThatâs different.â Jenny didnât know how to respond without disparaging the woman who had borne Maria. âMac rescued me.â
âPa was my mamaâs friend as well.â
Jenny settled herself beside Maria, both of them seated on the hall floor. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the truth. âI was raped,â she said bluntly. âWhen I was fourteenâyour age. By three men. One of them was Jacob Johnson. Thatâs why he might be Willâs father.â
Mariaâs face blanched. âOh, Mama.â She threw her arms around Jenny. âPoor Mama.â She leaned back against the wall. âPoor Will.â
âYes,â Jenny said. âI never wanted himâany of you childrenâto find out. You mustnât say anything to anyone.â
Will spent the night shivering in the shack. Coates returned at dusk, and Will feared the tenant would hear Shantyâs soft snuffles, but apparently he only wanted to feed his mules and himself. Soon, Coates shut the door to the cabin, and Will neither heard nor saw anything further from him.