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By Brian Keough
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As I reached the tracks, I could see the twinkling porch light shinning in the distance like a shimmering star. One thing I always loved about crisp winter nights was the way the lights were brighter, the smells were fresher and the sights, especially the ice clad evergreens, were as beautiful as heaven.
An unpleasant wind quickly brought my momentary pleasant thoughts back to my present situation. I bent forward to both form an aero-dynamic position, and keep myself as tight and as warm as I could as I started down the tracks with the bitter thoughts setting up camp in my mind.
I hadn’t gone long when I saw a shadowy silhouette walking out of the evergreen wood that stood on the opposite side of the tracks as the house. He was carrying something that was resting on his shoulder and was walking straight toward me. I continued on thinking that I would be past him by the time he reached the tracks, but as we drew closer to each other I saw the error of my calculations. His form became more pronounced, and I could see a scruffy long beard, a ripped jacket and a cowboy hat with half a brim. The object he was holding looked like a rifle. At the latter discovery I became instantly smaller. Although I was only a boy, I was tall for my age; the tallest in all of the fifth grade, but this moment, this scene, made me feel very small indeed, like a helpless infant. I started to run. The only thing I could think was that I wanted to get home, and now. I thought about running off the tracks, but the snow was thick and I would be too slow; he could shoot me with ease, like a deer stuck in a barbed wire fence.
I continued as fast as I could in between the cold metal rails hoping that his intentions for coming to the tracks at this moment didn’t involve me, but I was wrong. A forceful hand grabbed my jacket and jerked me to the ground. My head hit the rail with a crack. My vision was blurred and I felt like a pile of wet spaghetti. I wanted to scream but the words seemed to be too frightened to exit my mouth and face that wicked man. He raised his hand and smote me across the cheek. Tears burst from eyes like geysers. Again he raised his hand and struck me again. In my mind I cried out: help me Jesus.
He stood upright and yanked me up by the arm. Once on my feet, I heard a loud barking and the man released his hold and fled back into the wood from whence he came. Up to my side came a pair of German Shepards. I struggled to my feet and wondered at where these dogs had come from. Nevertheless, I scurried home as fast as I could; the dogs at my side. I don’t know why, but the dogs seemed to find it appropriate to escort me home. As I opened the door to the house, the dogs fled, and mother stood there, a face full of blue. I wrapped my arms around her and cried puddles. It was good to be home.
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