sissy

Sissy was sitting at the kitchen table  peeling potatoes. it was a warm day and little beads of microscopic sweat dotted her forhead. she hummed a little tune while she  worked. out in the yard a little dust devil swirled the dust into swirling funnel. she was content here. looking out the screen door the javalina mountains were  a dark purple in the west. no breeze stired the creosote bushes. a fly buzzed lazy circles round the room droning away. sissy took note of the insect long enough to find a swatter and end its existence.  she had been thinking a lot about altar. her step father  and the loss of her family and friends. she had mailed a letter there to the people telling them of her new found home and the good people she worked for. her friend and benefactor Eppi Moreno who had adopted her into the papago nation had sent word to her friends about the death of their father in America.  since the death of the crooked DEA agent rigsby she felt a peacefulness come over the vekohl valley. she saw less traffic on the road leading south, very few people came to the ranch and sam and coaly seemed more relaxed.  Eppi had reported that the little cross eyed  shooter Santiago cruz was in custody in Tucson in a federal holding center.  Eppi had been to dinner a time or two and his visits were always enjoyable.  his friend Ralston allen had even stopped in for a cool drink and visited .  . this was a good life she had and  yearned for nothing else.
    she got up from the table and went to the kitchen counter and dumped the peeled potatos into the sink. she would take the peelings out to her chickens a little later.  sam had allowed her to get a dozen hens  and coaly had built her a chicken coop that was varmit proof.  he had even painted it and made a sign with her name on it for the door. she  had been getting eggs for  day or so and felt proud that she had home grown additions to the table. her garden was producing as well. just yesterday coaly and sam had sampled one of the melons and  declared them excellent! melon juice had dribbled down their chins as the slurped up the  sweet juices from the rinds. what a sight!.  sissy had almost forgotten the horrific way she had come to be here. no more nagging doubts about her legality or being taken back to altar.  she was home.