Martha reaches across, and taking Tammy's hand, leads her away from the
unfolding story.
Vacationers were walking toward the main house, fishing poles and a string of
fish in hand. They were gesturing and talking. One of the guests jerks
backward, blood on his face and neck, splattered all over his shirt front.
The others get a frantic look on their faces, jerking their heads around to
look in the direction of the shot, trying to discern what is happening. Netty
says,
The Groggin brothers were downstairs, getting drunk and laughing about their
exploits. Netty lies trembling under the bed, not daring to move.
The Groggin brothers now considered themselves masters of the resort they were never welcomed at. They swaggered around, putting their muddy boots up on the
stuffed furniture, and raiding the bar and tossing empty bottles at lamps and
vases. No phones, no law, and the brothers can do as they please.
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They moved room to room seeing what they could find, looking for valuables.
Netty says,
Netty slipped down the stairs, cautiously, shoes in her hand and back to the
wall so she can see the main room before the Groggin brothers see her feet.
Netty is in the stables at the Clearwater Resort, heaving an English saddle
over the back of her big bay, a horse she has brought with her to the resort,
her favorite. She is seen stroking its ears after she slips the bit into its
mouth, talking to it.
Netty leads her horse away from the stables, her free hand on the horses mouth
now and then, as though to quiet it. Netty leads the horse along a hedge, away
from the resort lodge.
Then Netty is on her bay, cantering, while looking over her shoulder toward
the resort lodge.
Netty glances around the group, and seeing all eyes on her, attentively,
continues.
Netty falls silent for a minute, putting the fear she felt away in that
compartment she never wanted to open again. Taking a deep breath, Netty
glances around the group to signal a change in the story. Netty walked her
bay along the bed of a stream, water up to her hips in places. Suddenly she
and the horse were thrown sideways, the horse’s legs up in the air and kicking
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as it tries to right itself. She lands flat on her belly on the water, rises
up sputtering and coughing. Both unhurt.
Netty pauses to pull the story together, piecing it together for herself at
the same time.
Netty falls silent again, having reached the end of her story. Netty ends her
story with a question.