The Property of Lee Harrison Peeters Chapter Twenty: the Blacksmith

22 02 2010

The Property of Lee Harrison Peeters

Chapter Twenty: the Blacksmith

Early the next morning the stranger takes a walk over to the barns to see his horses. The General follows behind him. The stranger steps into a barn. A small boy stands in the corner. There is a sickly quality about the boy that makes the stranger grimace. He turns away to feed his horses some hay, then looking around for a brush and finding one begins to brush down one of the animals.

Blacksmith: “You love your horses.”

The stranger turns around. He hadn’t heard the blacksmith step up behind him.

The stranger: “Wanted to say good morning to my lovelies.”

The blacksmith steps over and takes the brush out of the stranger’s hand. He begins to brush the horse down.

Blacksmith: “You hear about the meeting last night?”

The stranger nods.

Blacksmith: “Thought I saw ya. God damn English. Think they can… You oughta keep an eye out. British don’t like outside agitators.”

The stranger: “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The blacksmith chuckles.

The stranger: “I’m looking for someone.”

Blacksmith looking suspiciously at the stranger. The stranger shows him the sketch.

The stranger: “A negro. About thirty years old. He has a deformed ear. Childhood accent.”

Blacksmith with hardly a glance at the paper, thinks for a moment then shakes his head.

Blacksmith: “Nope. They all look pretty much the same to me.”

The stranger leaves the barn with the General.

The stranger: “What do you think, General?”

The dog barks.

The stranger: “We agree on that. The blacksmith knows something.”