Hey! What is up my home Gs? Lol. I was reading the part in Holes about Kate
and Sam, and since nobody seems to have written about that yet, I say to
myself "Why don't I start something?" . . . and my cat looked at me funny.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kate. I don't own Sam. I do own peeps you don't recognize.
Rating: PG13
Feedback: yes, like always
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Katherine Barlow, August 10, 1893.
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. That, I believe, is true. Every time I look into my Sam's eyes, I believe I am seeing a little bit of heaven in those eyes of brown. We have met in secret before, but I am afraid that someone may come across us someday, for it would mean that my Sam would be hanged. It reminds me of the play that William Shakespeare wrote-I think it was called "Romeo and Juliet." But my situation seems ever more complicated. We may have to run away together-perhaps we could row to the other side of the lake and settle near Sam's onion grove. It would stink a bit, yes . . . but we would be safe from all prejudice.
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"Katherine?" A familiar male voice said. Sam was standing at the doorway of her bedroom. She stood and hurried to greet him as he shut the door. When Sam turned away from the closed door, he was greeted with the heavenly sensation of her lips on his. Kate smiled up at him.
"Three days is far too long to be away from you." She said. He smiled.
"And I agree, love." He replied, kissing her again, softly.
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Kate woke up early the next morning to the sun rising over the lake. She got up to get dressed and doubled over, suddenly feeling sick. Mary, Kate's Negro maid and nanny ever since she was little, rushed into the room.
"Katherine, honey, what's wrong?" Mary said, worried. Kate caught her breath and straightened up.
"I don't know, Mary . . . I just feel strange this morning." Kate replied. Mary felt Kate's cheeks and forehead. Since Kate didn't seem to have a fever, Mary called Doc Hawthorn to check it out. Mary waited nervously outside Kate's bedroom. Doc Hawthorn came out a few minutes later.
"Wonderful news, Mary. Miss Katherine is to be blessed with a child." He said smiling.
Word soon spread throughout Green Lake that the young schoolteacher was pregnant. Trout Walker was especially furious, as he had wanted to marry Katherine. Soon after questions popped up as to who the father was. Kate knew very well who the father was, as did Mary. It was Sam. Mary vowed to keep the secret safe as long as she lived.
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Katherine Barlow, August 12, 1893.
Children are great blessings. I cannot wait to have my blessing. I wonder if it shall be a boy or girl, and if it shall look like Sam or me. That really isn't important, because my beloved and I created it together. He or she will be our own special joy.
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It was raining outside, and Kate sat by her window reading a book.
"Onions! Sweet, fresh, onions!" Sam's voice called from out on the streets. Kate got up from her seat and ran outside to meet him.
"Sam!" She said breathlessly. "I must tell you something!"
"What is it, Katherine?" Sam asked, looking worried. Kate smiled.
"I am to have your child, Sam." She said. Sam took a moment to get it through his head, and then he beamed. He picked her up and kissed her, right in the middle of the rain.
A few months later, Katherine Barlow had her child. It was a baby girl. Little did they know that a fourth grade student Katherine used to teach named Linda Miller had heard the baby crying and looked through the open window to investigate.
"Here's your baby girl, Sam." Kate said happily as Sam cradled the infant in his arms. "We shall name her Adora." That was all Linda needed to see and hear before she ran off to tell the first person she saw.
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"Sam! Miss Kate! Trout Walker and his men are burning down the schoolhouse!" Mary yelled, running into the house. Sam sprang to his feet, and Kate picked up her baby girl.
"They've found out, then!" Kate said fearfully. "What shall we do, Sam?"
"I'll get the boat, and we'll sail away. To the onion grove." Sam said. Mary smiled sadly. She knew she might never see them again.
"Oh, take care, Mary." Kate said, hugging the elder woman. Kate and Sam then rushed out the door and ran towards the dock. Sam said a sad goodbye to Mary Lou the donkey before they got onto the boat and rowed away from the shore. They heard Trout Walker's noisy motorboat behind them and Kate held baby Adora closer to her. Soon Trout's boat had caught up and rammed into the boat. Kate and baby Adora were saved and taken back to shore, but Sam was shot in the water and sank to his death. Kate left her baby daughter with Mary and then went to the sheriff's. After she shot him and left her mark on him, she set out to become the most feared outlaws of the West.
What happened to baby Adora? After Mary died of old age, Adora was sixteen when she was forced to marry one of Trout Walker's sons and start a family. Mary had told her about her mother and father, and she had heard stories about her mother in other towns she traveled to. The story of Kissin' Kate Barlow has been passed down many generations in the Walker family. No one so far has uncovered the treasure that she buried.
The treasure is not uncovered until the year when Kate Barlow's great-great granddaughter returns to Greenlake. That is where our story begins . . .
To Be Continued . . .
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DUN DUN DUUUN! Tell me how ya like it! I'll be wantin' them reviews!
~Shae~
Disclaimer: I don't own Kate. I don't own Sam. I do own peeps you don't recognize.
Rating: PG13
Feedback: yes, like always
~*~
Katherine Barlow, August 10, 1893.
To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. That, I believe, is true. Every time I look into my Sam's eyes, I believe I am seeing a little bit of heaven in those eyes of brown. We have met in secret before, but I am afraid that someone may come across us someday, for it would mean that my Sam would be hanged. It reminds me of the play that William Shakespeare wrote-I think it was called "Romeo and Juliet." But my situation seems ever more complicated. We may have to run away together-perhaps we could row to the other side of the lake and settle near Sam's onion grove. It would stink a bit, yes . . . but we would be safe from all prejudice.
~*~
"Katherine?" A familiar male voice said. Sam was standing at the doorway of her bedroom. She stood and hurried to greet him as he shut the door. When Sam turned away from the closed door, he was greeted with the heavenly sensation of her lips on his. Kate smiled up at him.
"Three days is far too long to be away from you." She said. He smiled.
"And I agree, love." He replied, kissing her again, softly.
~*~
Kate woke up early the next morning to the sun rising over the lake. She got up to get dressed and doubled over, suddenly feeling sick. Mary, Kate's Negro maid and nanny ever since she was little, rushed into the room.
"Katherine, honey, what's wrong?" Mary said, worried. Kate caught her breath and straightened up.
"I don't know, Mary . . . I just feel strange this morning." Kate replied. Mary felt Kate's cheeks and forehead. Since Kate didn't seem to have a fever, Mary called Doc Hawthorn to check it out. Mary waited nervously outside Kate's bedroom. Doc Hawthorn came out a few minutes later.
"Wonderful news, Mary. Miss Katherine is to be blessed with a child." He said smiling.
Word soon spread throughout Green Lake that the young schoolteacher was pregnant. Trout Walker was especially furious, as he had wanted to marry Katherine. Soon after questions popped up as to who the father was. Kate knew very well who the father was, as did Mary. It was Sam. Mary vowed to keep the secret safe as long as she lived.
~*~
Katherine Barlow, August 12, 1893.
Children are great blessings. I cannot wait to have my blessing. I wonder if it shall be a boy or girl, and if it shall look like Sam or me. That really isn't important, because my beloved and I created it together. He or she will be our own special joy.
~*~
It was raining outside, and Kate sat by her window reading a book.
"Onions! Sweet, fresh, onions!" Sam's voice called from out on the streets. Kate got up from her seat and ran outside to meet him.
"Sam!" She said breathlessly. "I must tell you something!"
"What is it, Katherine?" Sam asked, looking worried. Kate smiled.
"I am to have your child, Sam." She said. Sam took a moment to get it through his head, and then he beamed. He picked her up and kissed her, right in the middle of the rain.
A few months later, Katherine Barlow had her child. It was a baby girl. Little did they know that a fourth grade student Katherine used to teach named Linda Miller had heard the baby crying and looked through the open window to investigate.
"Here's your baby girl, Sam." Kate said happily as Sam cradled the infant in his arms. "We shall name her Adora." That was all Linda needed to see and hear before she ran off to tell the first person she saw.
~*~
"Sam! Miss Kate! Trout Walker and his men are burning down the schoolhouse!" Mary yelled, running into the house. Sam sprang to his feet, and Kate picked up her baby girl.
"They've found out, then!" Kate said fearfully. "What shall we do, Sam?"
"I'll get the boat, and we'll sail away. To the onion grove." Sam said. Mary smiled sadly. She knew she might never see them again.
"Oh, take care, Mary." Kate said, hugging the elder woman. Kate and Sam then rushed out the door and ran towards the dock. Sam said a sad goodbye to Mary Lou the donkey before they got onto the boat and rowed away from the shore. They heard Trout Walker's noisy motorboat behind them and Kate held baby Adora closer to her. Soon Trout's boat had caught up and rammed into the boat. Kate and baby Adora were saved and taken back to shore, but Sam was shot in the water and sank to his death. Kate left her baby daughter with Mary and then went to the sheriff's. After she shot him and left her mark on him, she set out to become the most feared outlaws of the West.
What happened to baby Adora? After Mary died of old age, Adora was sixteen when she was forced to marry one of Trout Walker's sons and start a family. Mary had told her about her mother and father, and she had heard stories about her mother in other towns she traveled to. The story of Kissin' Kate Barlow has been passed down many generations in the Walker family. No one so far has uncovered the treasure that she buried.
The treasure is not uncovered until the year when Kate Barlow's great-great granddaughter returns to Greenlake. That is where our story begins . . .
To Be Continued . . .
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DUN DUN DUUUN! Tell me how ya like it! I'll be wantin' them reviews!
~Shae~