When living near Warner, Oklahoma AB had a conflict with a man (I'll call him Jack) nearby who had made some serious threats toward him. One day Jack had even gone to his job with a baseball bat to get him. So there was no doubt in my mind of how serious the man was.
The girls and I were alone a lot of evenings, and I was always careful about locking doors and watchful if we went out. At twenty-four I had not been exposed to much quarreling, fighting or threats. So after seeing how serious Jack was I thought we couldn't be too cautious.
One evening, right at dusk as the girls and I started into the house we heard someone in the hay hauling truck. Though it was dark enough we couldn't see them, we hurried inside and locked the doors. We didn't have a phone to call for help. So I told the girls that we wouldn't turn any lights on so the person (I was certain it was Jack) couldn't see us. Then we went to the hallway so we were shielded from any windows to wait for AB to get home.
Darlene, Dayna and I must have sat on the floor of the hallway for two hours, though it seemed much longer. Any sound I heard outside sounded like someone was coming through a window. Though I was supposedly being brave, so the girls wouldn't be frightened, they felt my fear. But eventually, and with much relief we heard AB's pickup pull into the driveway.
Before the pickup motor died the girls and I were beside it and we hurriedly told AB about someone in his hay truck. Bravely, with head high, shoulders squared and a pole in his hand he walked to the truck, opened the door and firmly shouted, "Alright, I see you in there! Come out right now!" And he came out.
As we heard the scuffle of someone getting out of the truck we also heard "Oink, Oink, Oink...." as a large hog, that we were raising to kill, came walking out.
Later we discovered that a neighbor had seen the hog in the road. He thought it would be safe in the truck until we could repair the pen, so had put it there.
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