Port Hope Simpson wild bay

historical fiction based on year as vso volunteer in Port Hope Simpson, Labrador, Newfoundland, Canada 1969-70 and coming back out to The Town of Port Hope Simpson's Coming Home Celebrations in July 2002; also based on holiday travels; Richard ap Meurig's sense of purpose, peace, quietness,returning to awe-inspiring wilderness of The Labrador, spiritual retreat & renewal...http://porthopesimpson.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

43. Richard that he admired - his sheer guts.




This guy had balls. He had followed his every step as soon as he smelled him out. He admired his obvious skill but he was amazed that anybody thought they could creep up on him unseen. Luke’s warning shot obviously hadn't worked. Right in front of them was the man who had been asking all those questions about the tombstone.
“Yoused wanted to know about the tombstone right?
Richard said, “That's right.“
“What business is it of yours?“
“There’s a baby girl buried there. She was innocent. She didn't deserve to die. She was 18 month old when she was killed, aged 18 months.”
“Killed did you say?
“Her father was killed as well. I don't know whether or not he deserved to die. People who found him said that the head was missing.”
Luke couldn't believe what he was hearing. All he’d ever heard tell was that they were accidental deaths. He'd heard tell that a woman who may have been his real mother lived there. He wanted to protect her.
“Yoused come over from England, it's a great walk from there all right.”
“Yes it's a very long walk.”
“But youse come all that way to find out about the tombstone right?”
“Yes. I have.”
“Why?”
“I want to know the truth.”
“Why? What concern is it of yours? What difference does it make you? Were they your family and relations or summit?”
“No, they weren’t, I told you. I want to find out the truth. That is all there is to it. It doesn't matter whether they are family or not.