"Already?" George asked, looking at Tilda.
"I go. Not gut to aufenthault, to stay. Go heim." Tilda nodded sharply at her last remark and stood.
"Well, home is my house for now. I"m sure Anna has told you that you have a place with me. Your house is... damaged." George looked away, saddened by the memories that were going to be part of that house for years to come.
Anna and her mother shared a sharp exchange of words, with Anna stamping her foot and saying something that needed no translation. George interrupted, earning a nasty glare from both of them.
"If you want to go back to your farm, I"ll take you, but I really think that you"d be better off with me."
Again Tilda looked him in the eye and said, "Go heim."
George sighed and nodded, then led the way out of the clinic and school with a loudly chattering Anna and Tilda right behind him. At the truck it took all of Anna"s powers of persuasion to get her mother into the cab and belted in. Tilda still took the ride in white-knuckled silence with an indescribable expression on her face.
The end of the road was where the three first saw the true extent of the Ring of Fire. The cliff had crumbled due to the traffic over it that first day, but it was still a mighty testimony that something tremendous had happened. George let Anna help her mother up the bank while he struggled up on his own. His balance was hampered by the M-14 in his hands, but there was nothing that could have convinced him not to take it.
At the farm they saw the evidence of the firefight and its aftermath. The house stood, but the interior was a wreck. A fly-infested stain near the barn told of spilled blood. George stood outside, scanning the area carefully while the two women searched the house.
Anna was the first to come out, her face tear-streaked and puffy. Tilda was not far behind. Her eyes were bleak with despair. All that they"d had was ruined, ravaged by the same men who had ravished her. Now she looked at George with pleading in her eyes. With the farm so thoroughly despoiled, they had only one hope.
George smiled sadly and put an arm around Anna and said, "Kommen." He added a little pressure and turned back the way they had come, leading them back toward the home that awaited them.
3.
George spent most of the next day convincing Tilda and Anna that he was not making servants of them. It was an uphill battle. Tilda was just not willing to accept that good fortune had finally come her way.
George left the two women alone in the house while he checked out the tractor. It was a good little John Deere utility tractor that had been modified to run on natural gas. That plus the farm implements that were rusting beside the barn were his main concern. He and Mary had purchased the tractor new when they had bought the farm, and had bought all of the attachments that they could afford to go with it. Harrow, plow, mower, reaper, loader and backhoe attachments were a hefty investment, but one that had paid off more than once.
He made several trips into town to buy penetrating oil, motor oil, hydraulic fluid and seed. The seed was the most important purchase. It was going fast now that the people of Grantville had awakened to their plight. Food, the emergency committee had decreed, was among their top priorities. The army was the top priority, and George graciously donated most of Dave"s weapons and ammunition to the cause, only keeping the M-14 and a shotgun for his own use. And the Colt Python .357 magnum that was nestled under his mattress. That was a gun that no one knew about, and he intended to keep it that way.
Once Anna and Tilda understood that he was going to plant, they joined in wholeheartedly. George looked up from his work on the tractor to see the two women walking the field pulling weeds. He tried to stop them, but all he got for his trouble was a lecture in German and broken English about the state of his field and their duty to help. He finally gave up and concentrated on fixing the recalcitrant tractor.
When George finally got everything working, he hooked up the harrow and pulled it into the field. Anna and Tilda stood in openmouthed amazement as he plowed the weeds and old plants under, leaving behind bare earth when he was done. Where they had taken a half a day to clear less than an acre, George did all ten in just a few hours.
He smiled as he drove back to the barn. Tilda was a good woman, but just a touch on the stubborn side. She and Anna were waiting for him at the barn and he used the hydraulics to detach the harrow before shutting off the tractor. Once he climbed down he faced off with Tilda. "You see?" he asked, smiling slightly. When Tilda answered with one sharp nod, he smiled and continued with his work. He took the opportunity to fuel the tractor up, topping-off both of the gas bottles before moving on.
George"s next task was to attach the plow. It was only a four-row plow, but it would take care of the garden in just a few more hours. Tilda and Anna walked the field behind him, amazed at how easily he was able to plow, and pleased by how rich the soil was. By nightfall, the field was ready to plant.
George and Tilda sat at the kitchen table with the dictionary late into the night, trying to find a way to discuss their living arrangement. Tilda was absolutely convinced that she and Anna should share a servant"s room, and George was just as convinced that each of them should have their own room. After all, he repeatedly pointed out, her husband would eventually join them. Every time he said that he saw hope flicker and die in her eyes. Tilda was convinced that her husband was never leaving the clinic except in a box. George and Tilda finally decided that each was the most stubborn person that the other had ever met. Tilda slept with Anna while George shook his head in despair.
Another week pa.s.sed before the emergency committee contacted George again.
Three men drove up to George"s house in a battered old pickup with a natural gas tank in the bed. They parked at the bottom of the steps and got out, but only one of them climbed the steps. He didn"t get a chance to knock.
George opened the door and stood facing his visitor through the screen door. "Hi, Willie Ray. What"s up?"
The man looked at him uncertainly. "George, the emergency committee put me in charge of food production. I see you"ve already started your plot, but we need that tractor of yours working pretty much nonstop, not just sitting in your barn until you need it."
George stared at Willie Ray for a moment, then crossed his arms over his chest. "You"re not taking my tractor."
Willie Ray took in the stubborn set of George"s face and tried again. "George, we"ve got to..."
"You"re not taking my tractor," George said sternly, interrupting Willie Ray. "Have you given the emergency committee your tractor?"
"Well, no, but..."
"No buts, Willie Ray," George snarled. "I"ll fight you if you try. You should know I didn"t give the army all my guns. I gave them everything I could do without. All my son"s stuff. All his guns, ammo, and supplies. I need that tractor for myself and my guests."
Willie Ray was puzzled for a moment, then seemed to remember about Anna and her family. "Well, we still need that tractor producing. If you won"t give it up, you"ll have to run it yourself."
"I can do that," George agreed with a single nod.
Willie Ray nodded back. "Good. We"ve been contacting everyone who has any land at all and making arrangements to get crops planted. We"ll be contacting you when we need your equipment."
George said, "That"ll do," and watched Willie Ray leave with his helpers.
"That"ll do. George Blanton, you"re a fool," George said aloud as he drove the tractor to yet another job. "Should"a known I"d get stuck plowing every backyard garden in the county."
The emergency committee had convinced just about everyone in Grantville to plant what land they had, but that wasn"t really all that much. The real farmers, like Willie Ray and a few others, who had larger tractors and plows were off in the German countryside in well-armed groups making sure that every farm in the immediate vicinity of the Ring of Fire was planted.
George"s destination today was the Reardon house. They only had five acres, but they were going to plant every inch of it that they could. Jimmy came out of the house as he pulled up.
"George, how are you?" he asked, smiling broadly.
"Sick and tired of plowing," George answered.
Jimmy laughed. "Then why don"t you climb down and let me handle it for a while. Mom wants to talk to you anyway."
George left the tractor idling as he climbed stiffly down. "Thank you, Jim. Times like this I wish I"d let Willie Ray take the d.a.m.n thing."
Jimmy laughed again and agilely climbed up to the seat, then drove into his yard and started plowing.
George sighed and limped up to the door, rubbing his back with one hand as he did. The suspension on the tractor just wasn"t meant to be sat on for days on end. His knock was immediately answered by Elizabeth.
"Come in, George," she said, stepping aside. "What can I get for you?"
"Some strong muscles and a few new vertebrae, if you have them on hand," George answered with a little laugh. "If not, then I guess some iced tea will have to do."
Elizabeth smiled and guided him to a chair, then went to get some drinks. She returned to find him seated with his legs stretched out. "Here you are. Let me get you a footstool." She nudged a padded footstool over to him and he carefully put his feet up on it. "You look tired, George."
"I am tired, Beth. Tilda and Anna are taking care of my garden without me since I"m always out and about. The good news is that it shouldn"t go on much longer. We"ll have every bit of arable land planted by the end of the month, and then I can relax a little."
Elizabeth nodded. "I was over to see them yesterday. We"ve been going through the girls" things and we had some more dresses for them."
George nodded and looked out the window to where Jimmy was plowing. "I heard. Tilda is finally adjusting to the situation and starting to really take charge. I haven"t had to actually do anything except run the plow for a week. She"s doing everything."
"She"s worried about her husband. And you," Elizabeth said softly. "She told me that you were overdoing it."
"I"m not overdoing it, Beth. I"m just doing what I can to keep what"s mine."
Elizabeth frowned, but nodded. "Just don"t kill yourself, George. Those people need you."