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Chapter 3: Rory, Four and Chores
“So, do you feel like helping me with the chores or would you rather stay here with your mom?”
Rory had 147 head of cattle to feed and water, to keep them healthy during the severe weather conditions.
“What if mommy wakes up?” she asked with concern.
“I will leave her a note so that she will know where we are, and what we are doing, and when we will be back. Would that be good?”
She thought for a while before answering, “I will go with you if you want me to.”
The fact that she was willing to trust him brought a smile to Rory’s face.
“Let’s make a note for your mom, and then we'll get out of here.”
It didn’t take long to find the cattle. He had them all in one field where he was feeding them corn stocks, but now that the snow covered the stocks, there would be no more feed.
Rory had already loaded hay and a water tank onto a four-axle wagon, which he pulled with the tractor. Once they reached the field, Rory unbelted the hay and dropped the bales.
The cattle were soon all over it.
He deposited a stock tank not far from the feed, then ran a two-inch hose from the tank on the trailer to the stock tank. Next, Rory had Four ‘help’ him turn the valve to fill it.
She was full of questions, as four-year-olds tend to be.
“Do the cows have names?” she asked.
“We don’t usually name our livestock out here, Four. There are almost a hundred fifty head here and, even if they had names, I wouldn’t be able to remember them.”
She looked sad.
“If you have a favorite you can name her,” he added.
She looked around.
“What about that gray one? Can I name it?” she asked excitedly.
“That critter there is a mean old cow. She is one of the most protective of her calves. She is a full-bred Brahma.”
From the look on Four’s face, while he was talking, she absorbed his every word.
Her trust and seeming adoration were starting to melt his heart.
“Is it a girl or a boy?” she asked.
“All of these here are girls. Did you know that a cow is a bovine that has had a baby, called a calf?” Remembering that he was talking to a four-year-old, Rory further explained, “So all cows are girls. Boy cattle are called steers or bulls.”
She looked at him with amazement in her eyes.
“I am going to name her Gray,” she said. “I think she is my favorite. She reminds me of mommy.”
“Oh?” he prompted.
“Yea. Mommy is protective of me too. She never let Pit touch me the whole time we lived with him.”
Concerned, but not wanting to alarm her, Rory gently asked, “Was he your dad or stepdad?”
“No. He was mommy’s boyfriend, but I hated him. He was really mean to mommy and I didn’t like it.”
“Is that why you left?” Rory asked
“I don’t know. I just woke up in the car and momma was driving.”
He nodded his head.
“It sounds like it was a good thing you got out. Your momma sounds like a good momma, just like old Gray over there.”
Four responded with a brilliant smile. Rory had no way of knowing that was her first smile in over a year.
After reloading hay for the evening feeding, they pulled the tractor to the wellhead, hooked it up and refilled the water tank. Rory disconnected the hoses and left the tractor.
They returned to the house and Four immediately went to her mother’s room. Rory poured more juice and water before joining them. He knocked, then entered the room, and was gladdened to see Four snuggled against her mother.
Four held her finger to her mouth, indicating that Rory should keep quiet. “Ssshhh, she’s still sleeping...”
Rory whispered, “She has to drink the juice and water, or she might dehydrate. We can’t have your momma getting sick, now can we?”
He could see her thinking. “Ok,” she said a few seconds later.
Rory put the glasses down on the bedside table and helped the woman to sit up, being careful to keep her covered. She was barely conscious, slurring that she just wanted to sleep.
“Come on now. Just drink this, and then you can go back to sleep.”
She kept complaining, which was expected, but she drank the water and some vitamin-enriched juice. Rory was concerned by her pale complexion, but she finished the drinks, and he laid her back down and adjusted the covers.
Four immediately snuggled up to her mother again.
He put his hand on Four’s shoulder to get her attention, causing her to jump in fright and let out a gasp.
Realizing that he had shocked her, Rory immediately stepped back with his hands raised in a surrender gesture.
“I’m sorry Four.”
Four took a breath, and then timidly smiled.
“That’s OK.”
She might be OK now, he thought, but he had seen a look of terror on her face. Clearly, something was wrong, and he was determined to understand her reaction. After a few moments, Rory’s common sense kicked in, and he guessed the underlying issue.
“Four, it’s OK baby... no one and I do mean NO ONE, will ever hurt you in these parts. If I’m not here to protect you, I will have someone else here in my place.”
Four’s face filled with relief and gratitude.
“I will make us some dinner. You can stay here with your mom, or you can help me if you want.”
Four kissed her mother and slowly moved off the bed.
Rory could tell that it wasn’t an easy decision for her to make, but the desire to be needed outweighed her desire to stay with her mother. It was quite touching.
Rory took some cooked chicken out of the fridge and started to cut it up. Pointing to the cabinet, he asked Four if she would get him something to hold the chicken pieces. She brought him a small bowl. He smiled and showed her how much chicken he was cutting up, which prompted her to swap the small bowl for one of a more appropriate size.
Four then pulled out the mayonnaise and pickles. She got a spoon and scooped out the mayonnaise, while Rory sliced the pickles for her to add to the chicken. Four selected some onions from the bin and then some celery. Rory peeled the onions and cut them up along with the celery. He did all the cutting, but Four did all the mixing, and, finally, they had enough for several chicken salad sandwiches.
“Four...” he said.
She looked at him.
“This is the best chicken sandwich I have ever eaten.”
The young girl giggled and smiled brightly.
After finishing dinner and cleaning up, Rory told Four that they needed to feed her mother a sandwich, so they took the food to the bedroom. Again, Rory helped the woman to sit upright, then tried to feed her the sandwich. She ate two bites and drank another glass of water, which made him happy.
“Four, would you like to help me feed the chickens? I have to feed them, gather their eggs, and feed the pigs.”
Her eyes grew huge. “You have chickens and pigs?”
Rory didn’t tell her that the eggs and bacon came from these farm animals.
They went outside to a small shed, where buckets and feed for the animals were stored. He selected a five-gallon bucket for himself and a similarly shaped one-gallon bucket for Four. Rory filled her bucket with chicken feed and his bucket with a combination of ground corn, soy, pinto, and some more chicken feed.
Four proudly carried her bucket ‘like a big girl’ over to the chicken coop. Inside the coop, Rory spread the feed from his bucket in the trough, where the chickens immediately gathered and started pecking at it.
He told Four that her feed was the most important, even though there wasn’t as much, so she had to spread it over the top. She carefully completed the task, distributing the feed across the trough. The chickens were blocking her, and she laughed and patiently worked her way around them. She chuckled when they tried to feed right out of her bucket. She even started to pet a couple of them as they became more friendly. It was the best entertainment that Rory had witnessed for some time.
Next, they used Four’s bucket to collect the eggs. Rory allowed Four to gather most of them. They took the eggs inside, washed the shells off for looks, put them in containers, and stacked the containers in the washroom refrigerator. He thanked Four for her help.
“Are you ready to feed the hogs now?” he asked.
They loaded up with the same types of feed, but this time Rory carried two five-gallon buckets, while Four still had her one-gallon bucket.
“Mr. Rory... You need to get me another bucket so we can carry the same amount,” she reasoned sincerely.
Rory had to explain that there were no more buckets of that size. He felt terrible about disappointing her. He had never experienced that sort of feeling for anyone before.
Rory fetched a small bale of alfalfa, cutting the wire, and showing Four how to separate and throw it over the fencing for the hogs to eat, in addition to the grain.
After feeding the animals, they drove the tractor and trailer down the road to the broken-down car. Rory winched the car onto the trailer, then they returned to the farm, where Rory backed the trailer into the Quonset hut.
Rory went to retrieve their suitcases from the car, but found no luggage at all.
“Where were you living?” he asked Four.
“We lived by Chicago,” she replied.
“That is a nice place to live,” Rory commented.
He was surprised. It was at least a two-day drive, without stops, from Chicago to his Colorado farm. To make a drive like that without baggage was crazy. Something was not right.
Chapter 4: Evidence of Domestic Abuse
Four’s mother was still asleep, and there was still plenty of daylight, so Rory drove the young girl thirty miles to a clothing shop in Flagler. He had Four select some tops, pants, socks, and undies. Guessing her mother’s size, and hoping for the best, Rory bought a nice robe for the woman. At least, he reasoned, she would be covered until she was well enough to choose her own clothing.
The next stop was a grocery store, where Rory had Four pick out some items. When they got to the candy aisle, he was surprised by Four’s lack of interest. She kept her eyes down, facing forward and not looking at anything. Rory thought that was unusual behavior for a four-year-old child who would normally be excited by candy. He started to become angry that Four should have become conditioned this way.
He stopped mid aisle and said, “Four, please pick something from here.”
He watched her shake as she picked some Hershey’s chocolate bars and a Snickers bar. She fearfully held them up to him, almost as if she expected to be smacked.
Rory was nearly moved to tears.
“You can have more if you like.”
She put them in the cart and said, with a tremulous voice, “This is all I want.”
When they arrived home, it was apparent that Four’s mother had been out of bed to use the bathroom, but was now back in bed. After rousing her a little, Four and Rory fed the woman some more juice and water.
After making her comfortable once more, Rory took Four into the family room, turned on the television, and showed her his collection of DVDs. She picked out ‘Despicable Me’, which they watched together until Four started getting tired, and Rory tucked her into bed with her mother.
The following day proceeded in a similar manner to the first. Four helped with chores and kept Rory smiling all day. He felt like God had looked down and granted him instant happiness.
As they were driving the tractor and trailer to feed the cattle, Rory stopped to speak to his cousin Mel, who was passing down the road. Mel told Rory that he and his wife Deb were doing well, and thanked Rory for the generator he’d let him borrow. Rory smiled and introduced Mel to Four. Rory told Mel that he had picked up a couple of strays from their broken-down car in a snowdrift, and joked that he was thinking about keeping ‘this one’.
“She’s sort of cute and has been a big help with the chores. If her mom can cook, I might not ever let them go.”
Mel quipped, “Deb can help her learn to cook if necessary.”
Mel and Rory had become good friends in recent times. Mel was his first cousin, and they had helped each other out of some tough scrapes. Before parting, Rory mentioned his concerns about the health of Four’s mother.
The third day began in similar fashion, but word gets around quickly in a small community, and the farmhouse received an unsolicited visit from the local doctor, Dr. Smith, who wanted to check on Four’s mother. He examined her and concluded, as Rory had, that she needed some good nutrition and bed rest. He provided some multivitamins to supplement the juice and vitamins that Rory had provided.
Dr. Smith noted bruising on the woman’s arms, back, and on the back of her neck. Next, he took a quick look at Four and saw similar bruising on her. Rory nodded and told him that he had previously noticed some of the bruising. He also related the grocery store candy aisle experience.
Dr. Smith agreed with Rory that the mother and daughter had, probably, escaped from an abusive domestic relationship.
“I am supposed to call this in,” he said.
“No, don’t do that just yet. Nothing is going to happen to either one of them today, or any day, while they are under my protection.”
“What if they don’t want that?”
“If Four’s mother tells me that she wants to leave, I won’t force her to stay.”
Dr. Smith agreed and told Rory he would delay reporting their situation to the state, providing that he was kept informed. Rory told him to visit as often as he wished, and promised to let the good doctor know if something changed.
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