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Updated: July 17, 2025
The blows echoed loudly through the silent house, and an instant later Fentress' tall, spare figure was seen advancing from the far end of the hall. "Who is it?" he asked. "Judge Price Colonel Fentress'' said the judge. "Judge Price," uncertainly, and still advancing. "I had flattered myself that you must have heard of me," said the judge. "I think I have," said Fentress, pausing now.
"Is the boy going to stay at Belle Plain?" inquired Murrell. "That notion hasn't struck her yet, for I heard her say at breakfast that she'd take him to Raleigh this afternoon." "That's the boy I traveled all the way to North Carolina to get for Fentress. I thought I had him once, but the little cuss gave me the slip." "Eh you don't say?" cried Ware.
They dismounted, and the colonel lifted his hat. Mahaffy barely acknowledged the salute; he was in no mood for courtesies that meant nothing. Ware was clearly of the same mind. There was an awkward pause, then Fentress and Ware spoke together in a low tone.
He held dueling in very proper abhorrence, and only his feeling of intense but never-declared loyalty to his friend had brought him there. Another interval of waiting succeeded. "I have about reached the end of my patience; I shall wait just ten minutes longer," said Fentress, and drew out his watch. "Something has happened " began Mahaffy.
So years passed in which there was no outward evidence of the war spirit of Fentress county that was soon to tear families asunder, leave farms untenanted and to obliterate graveyards under the rush of horses' hoofs. The Yorks had come to Fentress county from North Carolina and settled on Indian Creek.
The day of prosperity and religious contentment at Pall Mall lasted until the coming of the Civil War. Fentress county had contributed its pro rata of volunteers to the conflict with Mexico, and Uriah York, the grandfather of Sergeant York, was among those who stormed the heights at Chapultepec.
He was going to visit a brother. He had taken no active part in the war, but was a Southern sympathizer. Some of "Tinker" Beaty's men galloped into sight, fired, galloped on. Mountain men fire but once. But the murder of Jeff Pile threw a red shadow across the years that were to come after the war was ended. The war-feuds of Fentress county did not end with the ending of the war.
The judge continued to stare down at the page. "Is he a resident of the county?" he asked, at length. "No, he lives back yonder in North Carolina." "A hundred thousand acres!" the judge muttered thoughtfully. "There or thereabouts yes, sir." "Who has charge of the land?" "Colonel Fentress; he was old General Ware's law partner.
"Maybe I've got 'em on, I don't recall taking them off!" he thought hopefully. He moved uncertainly in the direction of the window where the light showed him his own bare extremities. He reverted to his original idea that his clothes were scattered about the floor. He was beginning to experience a great sense of haste, it was two miles to Boggs' and Fentress would be there at sun-up.
When I get my answer it will be time enough to think of Gatewood's punishment!" The judge leaned forward across the table, bringing his face close to Fentress' face. "Look at me do you know me now?" But Fentress' expression never altered. The judge fell back a step. "Fentress, I want the boy," he said quietly. "What boy?" "My grandson." "You are mad! What do I know of him or you?"
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