The Widow In Her Cabin, Part Vii

When he had gone off, Amos did come in, Aaid, “I wish we didn’t have to lie to him” Joanne just scoffed, “He’s kept me here six years, rather than be man enough to cry tears. Nearly ruined me, he too has much sin.” Now ‘Gunther’ it seemed did much love his wife, each year he ‘returned’ and she bore new life, but always his unit was ‘on the move,’ and they both suspected, deep down John knew, but said nothing of it, nor did his wife. Until the years passed, and the long night came, both John and his wife found escape from their pain, and Amos, no longer some drifting tramp, with his wife on his arm, surrounded by scamps, went to the town clerk to give them his name.