She Said Children Had Studied There for Twelve Years Under a Territorial Seal — Then the Cut Chain Link Dropped on the Claim

She Said Children Had Studied There for Twelve Years Under a Territorial Seal — Then the Cut Chain Link Dropped on the Claim

Chapter 16

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"It hasn't, though. Has it?" She found that her voice was quite calm. "It was always yours. You built it so that no one could come near your line without stepping on the children first. You built it so that every time Joseph Red Willow came to your office, you could ask him if he meant to turn them out. And this morning you put me at the window so that I could ask his son the same thing. I said it for you. I said children have studied here for twelve years. I said it as if it were an answer."

Whitcombe was silent.

"It was a true thing," she said. "That's what I can't forgive. You took a true thing and used it to hold up a lie, and I let you, because I didn't think to ask what it was holding up."

"You're very young," he said at last, heavily.

"I'm twenty-four. I've taught forty children their letters on your line. I'm old enough."

She walked down the porch, past the drummers, who looked at their shoes. At the steps she stopped.

"Did you pay him?" she said. She did not turn around. "I'd like to hear you say it. Just once. Not to the agent. To me."

Behind her, there was nothing for a long time but the creak of a rocking chair settling.

"Good evening, Miss Lindqvist," said Horace Whitcombe.

***

She did not go to the board meeting. She sat at the little table by her window with a lamp and the back of an old composition book and did the arithmetic. Every spring for three years she had taught square measure from the plat in her desk drawer, because she had thought it would mean more to the children to work sums on their own township. Ninety-nine links instead of a hundred. Four hundred and eighty chains to six miles. She worked it three ways and got the same answer each time: four chains and eight-tenths. Three hundred and seventeen feet. Along a mile of section line, thirty-eight acres, give or take. The spring. The knoll. The foaling ground. The school.

It was such a small number. A child could run three hundred and seventeen feet in a minute. She had watched them do it every recess, from the schoolhouse door down to the wash and back.

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