Read A Day to Pick Your Own Cotton Online

Authors: Michael Phillips

Tags: #ebook

A Day to Pick Your Own Cotton

A D
AY TO
P
ICK
Y
OUR
O
WN
C
OTTON

Books by Michael Phillips

Is Jesus Coming Back As Soon As We Think?

Destiny Junction
 • 
Kings Crossroads

Make Me Like Jesus
 •  
God, A Good Father

Jesus, An Obedient Son

Best Friends for Life
(with Judy Phillips)

George MacDonald: Scotland’s Beloved Storyteller

Rift in Time
 • 
Hidden in Time

Your Life in Christ
(George MacDonald)

The Truth in Jesus
(George MacDonald)

A
MERICAN
D
REAMS

Dream of Freedom
 •  
Dream of Life
 • 
Dream of Love

T
HE
S
ECRET OF THE
R
OSE

The Eleventh Hour
 • 
A Rose Remembered

Escape to Freedom
 • 
Dawn of Liberty

S
HENANDOAH
S
ISTERS

Angels Watching Over Me

A Day to Pick Your Own Cotton

The Color of Your Skin Ain’t the Color of Your Heart

Together Is All We Need

C
AROLINA
C
OUSINS

A Perilous Proposal
 •  
The Soldier ’s  Lady

Never Too Late
 • 
Miss Katie’s Rosewood

A Day to Pick Your Own Cotton
Copyright © 2003
Michael Phillips

Cover photo of girls by David Bailey
Cover design by The DesignWorks Group

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Uncle Remus stories are the creation of Joel Chandler Harris (1848–1908).

Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438

Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Printed in the United States of America

ISBN 978-0-7642-2701-1

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Phillips, Michael R., 1946–

A day to pick your own cotton / by Michael Phillips.

     p.    cm. — (Shenandoah sisters)

ISBN 0-7642-2706-8 (hardback : alk. paper) — ISBN 0-7642-2701-7 (pbk.)

1. North Carolina—Fiction. 2. Female friendship—Fiction. 3. Plantation life— Fiction. 4. Race relations—Fiction. 5. Teenage girls—Fiction. 6. Reconstruction— Fiction. 7. Orphans—Fiction. I. Title. II. Series: Phillips, Michael R., 1946- , Shenandoah sisters.

PS3566.H492D396      2003

813'.52—dc21                                                                                        
2003001434

MICHAEL PHILLIPS is one of the premier fiction authors publishing in the CBA marketplace. He has authored more than fifty books, with total sales exceeding six million copies. He is also well known as the editor of the popular George MacDonald Classics series. Michael and his wife, Judy, have three grown sons and make their home in Eureka, California.

Contents

1. C
IVIL
W
AR
S
ISTERS

2. T
HE
F
IRST
T
EST

3. M
AKING
P
LANS

4. R
OSEWOOD

5. E
MMA’S
S
TORY

6. M
AKING
R
OSEWOOD
L
OOK
R
IGHT

7. T
HE
O
LD
P
AGES

8. P
UTTING
O
UR
P
LAN
T
O
W
ORK

9. A T
ALK
A
BOUT
G
OD

10. B
ACK
H
OME

11. A
REMEMBRANCE OF
F
REEDOM

12. S
IGN IN A
W
INDOW

13. D
ECISION

14. S
URPRISE AT
R
OSEWOOD

15. A
LONE AT
R
OSEWOOD

16. A
LETA

17. H
ARSH
W
ORDS

18. T
REASURE
H
UNT

19. A
WKWARD
D
AYS

20. C
LEARING
O
FF A
B
ILL

21. T
HE
T
EARDROP

22. R
ESPECT

23. B
EDTIME
S
TORIES

24. W
ASHDAY

25. N
EW
W
INDOWS

26. A R
EQUEST

27. Q
UESTIONS IN
T
OWN

28. M
AKING
C
HEESE

29. I
NTERRUPTION

30. T
HE
R
EST OF THE
W
ORLD

31. A
LONE
W
ITH
M
Y
T
HOUGHTS

32. A S
PECIAL
B
IRTHDAY

33. S
USPICIOUS
C
ALLER

34. O
N THE
H
EELS OF
D
ANGER

35. C
APTURED

36. I
NTERROGATION

37. K
ATIE AND
A
LETA

38. N
IGHTMARE
U
PON
N
IGHTMARE

39. R
ESOLVE

40. R
ESCUE
P
ARTY

41. T
HE
B
IG
O
AK

42. F
OUR
S
ISTERS AND A
F
RIEND

43. A N
EW
C
RISIS

44. I H
AVE AN
I
DEA

45. M
ORNING IN THE
F
IELD

46. K
ING
C
OTTON

47. D
IRE
N
OTICE

48. P
AYOFF

49. H
OME
A
GAIN

Epilogue

C
IVIL
W
AR
S
ISTERS
1

I
RECKON IT’D BE ALMIGHTY PRESUMING OF ME TO
guess what was going on inside the brain of the lady who ran the general store and post office in the town of Greens Crossing in Shenandoah County, North Carolina. But I do know what was going on inside mine.
If we can’t fool Mrs. Hammond, we’ll go hungry. Or worse—they’ll come and take us away
.

Elfrida Hammond wasn’t the kind of lady a body could draw a good bead on just from looking at her. Except for one thing, that is. She had a grum expression set permanent-like on her face. Suspicious, that’s what I’d call the lady, her eyes a little squinty. I’d only seen her once before, and that was from an upstairs window, where I hid when she came to the house. But just from listening I could tell that hers wasn’t a cheerful kind of voice.

It wasn’t my house. I’ll explain that later. But what I was about to say was that she wasn’t smiling then, so I doubted she was smiling today. Fact is, I don’t know if Elfrida Hammond ever smiled.

Who can say what she was thinking, or whether she saw the wagon pull up in front of her store, or what went through her mind when the door opened and the little bell above it tinkled to announce that she had a customer. But I do know that when she turned to greet the young lady who had just walked in, her eyes narrowed yet a little more.

“Kathleen …” she said in a slow, worrisome tone that trailed off and then went up at the end like a question.

“Good morning, Mrs. Hammond,” said the girl. She was only fifteen, and had only turned that about a month before. But she had a special reason for trying to sound more grown up than her age.

“I see your mama’s not with you.”

“No, ma’am. She couldn’t come to town today. So I came instead. I want to get some supplies, Mrs. Hammond. Here’s the list of what we need.”

She handed a piece of paper over the counter. The lady took it and looked it over like a schoolmarm grading a test.

“There are a lot of things here, Kathleen,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Did you tell your mother what I told you about her account?”

“We talked about it, ma’am. She said to tell you she promised she’d get it taken care of real soon, and asked if you could just help her out a little longer.”

“I declare,” said the lady, “I don’t know what she expects me to do.”

Mrs. Hammond looked at the list again, then at Katie, then glanced outside her shop where the wagon sat. Her eyes narrowed a little more.

“Who’s that darkie you got with you?” she asked.

“She’s my—er, one of our house slaves.”

“I’ve never seen her before. Is she Beulah’s pickaninny?”

“No, ma’am.”

“She’s ugly as sin.”

Other books

The Other Side of Blue by Valerie O. Patterson
The Old Colts by Swarthout, Glendon
Rafe by Kerry Newcomb
Arise by Tara Hudson
Fear for Me by Cynthia Eden
Breaking Deluce by Chad Campbell
The Ghost War by Alex Berenson