Chapter 20
The next morning, Jackson sat at the kitchen table with Satchel. The kids were outside, Cinder asleep in bed. Finally.
“Day of reckonin’ boy,” Satchel said.
“Something like that.”
“Like a bad bellyache, meat dun foul but ya still ates it. Nasty. Take days to puke it all, see straight again. That be what’s happin’ wit her. You dun can’t be fixin’ it all, Jackson. No how no way. You best head north where all dis sheeat won’t be trailin’ yer ass.”
“Not yet.”
“Figured as such lookin’ atchya. John Waynin’ gonna git you six feet, boy.”
“Not yet.”
“Jist tellin’ ya. Whatch’a gunna do wit all dese yunnins? Them need mommas.”
“Will think about that later.”
“Uh huh.”
Cinder walked into the kitchen. Jackson stood up and hugged her.
“Hey you,” he said.
“Hey.”
“Hmm hmm.” Satchel
