Darla
“Did you know one of our family’s been chief before?” Uncle Rustuls began his talk. He continued without waiting for a response, or he probably didn’t even expect one.
“Of course you don’t. There’s a chance one of us here years from now could be the next town’s Chief. Darla, are you aware your Grandfather was one of the founders of Forestille and was once chosen to be the town’s Chief?”
That one hit me. Grandpa? My humble Pa the farmer? Then why hadn’t he ever spoken of such?
“Rustuls, I don’t think the old man would want her hearing this,” Beryl’s father whispered, but one could still hear.
“Well, you deserve to know a little of your Pa’s past, if not everything.” Rustuls continued. “Your Pa was more than a farmer back then. He denied leadership and chose to be a far-”
“Enough
