Farmers to the end part 4.
After the breakfast Bonnie made, John buried Abigail on the hill behind the house while Jack made a cross with her name on it. Though for safety reasons Bonnie, Jack and John agreed to leave her last name blank. In case someone from Ross's posse or someone else from the government saw it.
The burial itself was a small thing, only John, Jack and Bonnie were there. No preacher or anything, as they kept this as quite as possible to not arouse any unwanted attention.
John dug and closed the grave himself and Jack put the cross at the head of the grave.
Bonnie herself, kept quiet and stood there. Hoping to be any support to the two men.
After the burial, Bonnie took the two inside and made them take a warm bath and to bed. They couldn't be seen to anyone outside herself, Amos, the doctor and the people of the farm itself for safety reasons.
Bonnie hoped that the rest would help the two wounded men in her house.
Bonnie directed Jack to a bedroom two doors down her own bedroom while she told John then to sleep in her bed. Though he put up a struggle.
Bonnie's PoV.
"I can't sleep in your bed Bonnie!" John exclaimed.
"Why? What's wrong with my bed?" Bonnie asked confused. She looked at her bed, A two persons bed, with white sheets, grey pillows and was standing just a few feet from the door.
"There's nothing wrong with your bed." John answered flustered.
"Then why can't you sleep in my bed?"
"I can't sleep in your bed because I can't kick you out off your own room!"
Bonnie sighed. 'Sometime he's too much off a gentleman for his own good. You've done a good job Abigail.' She thought with a smile. Although it was a really small one.
"You're not kicking me out off my own room John. I'm giving you a proper place to rest while I make one of the guestrooms ready." She laughed at the sigh of relief from John.
"Alright Bonnie, I'll rest here for a spell." And with that he walked into the room.
Bonnie just nodded and closed the door.
She was walking towards Jack's room when there was a blood curling, skin crawling scream.
Coming from Jack's room.
Before Bonnie knew what she was doing she was sprinting the few paces when she was almost barreled over.
'John!'
She was at the door when she knew what almost run her over. John, of course, also heard the scream and knew it was Jack who screamed.
She looked into the room and saw the poor boy, crying on his father's shoulder.
"They….mum….Uncle….the fire…." It was the most what the boy could say in his hysteric conditions.
John did his best to calm his son down, but Bonnie saw he was struggling. So she stepped around him, and softly embraced Jack.
Jack recognized a womanly touch, turned around and clamped himself onto Bonnie and cried even harder. Bonnie just rubbed his back and let Jack cried it all out.
It was the best to let grief out trough tears, Bonnie knew that as no other.
John was sitting next to them, looking between them and his shoes. Looking a little lost.
Bonnie pitied in him and tried to gain his attention while she tried not to disturb the crying
Jack. It took a few tries, and then even more to get her point across. It wouldn't take long
before John came back with plate with three cups of warm tea on it. It took some convincing
to make Jack let loose off Bonnie, but eventually they were all silently sipping their tea.
Suddenly bonnie got an idea, and went quickly towards the door, she turned around and said; " I just got an idea. I'll be back in a few shakes." And with that she turned back and walked out the room.
TBC
Angry lil' elf: thank you, and I will take your sugestion to heart, like RedDead 12 (and thanks for the review) suggested. It will only take a bit longer because my chapters won't be that long because of reasons.
A/n I wanted to thank everyone that has read and/ or reviewed this story. You make the writing worthwhile and I'm sorry for the lack of update in the last year.