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Johnny Reb
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Three
For someone with far less experience than
Ashley in matters of the flesh, John proved to be
naturally quite skilled at their mutual new
discovery. In less time than it had taken Ashley,
the just deflowered virgin brought the older
woman to a rousing climax of her own. It wasn't
as good as some of those she remembered with
her husband, but it was far superior than any by
her own hand. Still, she reminded herself, this
was new to both of them and would undoubtedly
get better in the future. That is if there was a
future beyond the morning dawn.
That thought brought Ashley back to
reality. In less than a few days, she had gone from
a deep emptiness to a sudden immersion into the
horrors of war. Then, just as quickly, she had
found comfort and caring in the arms of someone
who had delivered her from that horror.
"John," she said as she held the younger
woman's hand, "are you planning to leave here
soon?"
The short haired blond seemed to consider
the question for the longest time. The longer she
took, the more Ashley feared what her answer
might be.
"I really have no place to go," John
replied. "If you'd let me, I'd really like to stay."
Ashley's heart filled with an elation she had
not known in years. Elation cut short when she
saw a look of concern on John's face.
"What's wrong?" she said, thinking that
John might have misinterpreted the question as a
desire by Ashley for her to leave. "Of course I
want you to stay."
"I was just thinking that I'll never be a lady
like you are," came her reply. "I've spent too
much of my life trying to be a man. I don't know
how to be anything else."
"That doesn't matter," Ashley said rapidly,
her excitement causing her to trip over her words.
"I don't care if you live as a man or a woman. Just
so long as you live as my lover. We'll sort all of
the rest out as we go."
"Then of course I'll stay," John said. "I
want to stay with you forever."
"It won't be easy," Ashley said, "there are
hard times ahead."
As full as her heart was at this moment,
with the excitement of new love, long years of
hardship caused Ashley never to forget her
practical side. She didn't want John to make a
decision in the afterglow of their lust that she
would come to regret later.
"I know that you know what it means to
be a farmer," she said, "how rough life it can be.
But just in case you've forgotten, it's very different
than being in the Army. The enemy isn't someone
you can shoot back at. It's the rains and the lack
of it at times. It's watching your crop die and not
having enough to eat, or money to buy what you
can't raise or make yourself."
"I haven't forgotten that," John said,
remembering the hard times on her parent's farm.
She also remembered how the love they shared
had gotten them through the worse of times."
"All that I have, what little it is, I want to
share with you. However, most of what I have is
sorrow and an uncertain future. I want you to
consider all of that before you decide."
"All right," John said after a few moments
reflection. "I've thought about it. I'll stay under
one condition. Just as you want to share all that
you have with me, then I want to share all that I
have with you."
"Of course," Ashley agreed, knowing that
all that John owned was what she carried on her
back. It was obvious to her that John had said it
just to feel like an equal. "We'll share everything."
"Then this," John said as she picked up off
the floor the knapsack she had taken off the Union
Officer and dropped it between her and Ashley, "is
my contribution."
Ashley had totally forgotten about the bag
of which John had been so excited about this
morning. Curiosity overwhelmed her as John
indicated that she should open the bag.
The straps quickly gave way and Ashley
pulled back the thick flap. Her eyes opened wide
and a sense of disbelief filled her.
"Mother of God!" Ashley gasped as she
looked into the sack.
Filled to the rim of the large bag were
Federal twenty-dollar gold pieces.
"Are these real?" she said, realizing that
there had to be a small fortune.
"As real as you and I sitting here," John
smiled.
"I can't believe it," Ashley said.
They sat there in silence for the longest
time. Ashley was too stunned to say anything.
Although her family had led a comfortable life
before the war, they, like most of their neighbors,
had always been cash poor. In the dark times
ahead, these coins could be worth twenty times
their prewar worth. Used carefully used, they
could be the difference between life and death.
"We have to hide these," Ashley finally
said. "So that no one else knows we have them."
John smiled at her use of the word "we", a
sign that she already thought of them as belonging
together. A sign that after all those long months
of just surviving to the next day, both John and
Ashley had a reason to think about the day beyond
tomorrow.
"We can hide them in the morning," the
younger girl said as she closed the bag and reset it
on the floor. "Right now, I want to try all those
things you showed me again."
The two of them fell back into the bed,
locked in each other's arms. For the briefest of
moments, just before she felt the touch of John's
lips against her own, Ashley thought she heard the
voice of her father.
"Ashley, my darling," she could hear him
say across the years through a little girl's memory.
"May you someday find the treasure of the wee
people, and with it the love and happiness that I
wish for all your days."
And so they did, for all the days that
followed. Even long after both Robert and Noah
finally came home and met Ashley's new husband.
END
(missing parts may be found at)
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