Across the River - an 1800s Black / Native American Novella: The Lumbee Indian Saga, #1
By Lisa Shea
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Part black. Part Irish. Part Lumbee Indian.
Wholly determined to protect her family.
Naomi Jackson made a mistake. Born in the tumultuous years following the American Revolution, she embraced change, excitement, and adventure. So when the Devil Bill Williams swaggered into town, she launched into his arms, determined that her love for him could overcome all obstacles.
It couldn't.
Now she has two young children, a life of misery, and a hopeless, desperate desire to escape.
Then David Oxendine arrives for a Christmas visit - and things will never be the same.
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Across the River - an 1800s Black / Native American Novella is the first in a series of novellas about Naomi Jackson's heartfelt, challenging life. These stories are based loosely on author Lisa Shea's real-life ancestor, Naomi Jackson, who was born in 1784 in Guilford County, North Carolina. Naomi's father had been taken from Northern Ireland as a child, while her mother was mixed-blood black, Lumbee, and Irish. Each novella has a cliff-hanger ending, much like Naomi's life.
All author's proceeds from the Naomi Jackson series benefits local battered women's shelters.
An important note for readers of my various series. Normally my content is quite "clean" with little to no swearing, violence, or physical intimacy. With this being based on the immense hardships my ancestor struggled through, I wanted to be authentic to the issues she rose above. This book therefore includes period-appropriate harsh language as well as several scenes of conflict. I gave a great deal of thought to including these and feel they are necessary to fully convey the trials she overcame. I apologize to those who feel uncomfortable reading that style of material.
Please feel free to contact me at my website if you have any questions or comments - I thrive on your feedback.
Lisa Shea
I love writing in a variety of genres. I currently have over 300 books published in all lengths from full 500+ page novels down to short stories. I love writing series. Some are with unconnected characters, like the 14 full-length medieval novels with a sword being passed from heroine to heroine. Some have connected characters, like the 31 mini-mysteries featuring a detective in Salem, Massachusetts. All of my books are written "clean" with no explicit intimacy, no harsh language, and no explicit violence. All are suitable for teens and up. For a full listing of my books please visit: http://www.lisashea.com/lisabase/writing/gettingyourbookpublished/lisalibrary.html
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Across the River - an 1800s Black / Native American Novella - Lisa Shea
Chapter 1
Tennessee, December 24, 1809
Naomi put her hand over her mouth, her stomach heaving, and she raced across the plank floor for the front door. Flinging open the latch, she stumbled out into the fresh-fallen snow, hoping to make it to the ramshackle outhouse across the clearing.
She didn’t.
She collapsed to her knees, the contents of her stomach emptying across the glistening white. The sunset overhead was rich in tangerines, golds, and crimsons. Normally she would take heart in its beauty – in its sign that God’s mercy still offered hope.
But not tonight.
The Blackburn Fork roiled in its wintry anger, just on the other side of a mess of brambles. The rest of the oak and maple which surrounded her small shack were barren and lifeless. The wind whistled through their stark branches as she continued to heave.
It seemed an eternity before she was done, before the last of the dried carrots and trout jerky had left her system. She picked up a handful of snow and ran it across her face, then took a fresh ball to swish around in her mouth.
A tremulous voice called from the doorway. Mama?
She turned, tenderness seeping into her. Johnny, her oldest child, was standing in the doorway, his dark face blending in with the shadows. He was nearly three, and already he was a handful. She could tell he would be one of those wild, willful men when he grew up.
Just like his father.
I’m right as rain, Johnny,
she assured him. Just not feeling well, is all.
The baby’s cryin’, mama.
Go rock her. I’ll be in in a moment.
His dark eyes held her, as if he might refuse out of sheer childish stubbornness - and then he turned.
Naomi sighed, braiding her long, straight, dark hair back from her face. Little Polly was almost seven months old. She was quickly becoming a toddler. She was no longer the baby of the house.
Naomi’s hand went to her belly, and her throat tightened.
The child within her was.
Just the thought of that tiny life brought her both ecstatic joy and mind-numbing terror. It was the most beautiful miracle God could have given her – but could she force another child into this soul-wrenching terror of a life?
A man’s voice called out from the thick woods, harsh, laced with anger.
Naomi! You damned black injun squaw. What the hell are you doing out in the snow!
Naomi flushed, guiltily spun, and pushed up to her feet.
Before her stood Bill Williams, the father of her children. He was a bullish beast of a man - tall, husky, with short-cropped, dirty blond hair. His skin was as white as the snow which surrounded them.
She remembered a time when his staggering strength and sharp arrogance drew her like a moth to the flame. She had been young then, barely twenty-one. She had wanted him like she had wanted nothing else on Earth. Her desire for him had blazed like the baking heat of the sun on a hot August day.
But within four brief years …
Bill’s face darkened. Naomi!
Naomi shook herself. I’m … I’m sorry, Bill. I got sick, is all. I must’ve eaten something wrong.
Well, get back in the house, you fool. Are you fixin’ to die? It’s freezin’ out here. You don’t even have shoes on.
Naomi looked down. It was true. She was dressed just in her nightshift. The sickness had come on so sudden that she’d raced out, leaving the door wide open behind her.
She gingerly stepped through the snow back to the house, Bill tromping in behind her. She idly wondered if he’d gotten into yet another fight down at the tavern. Normally he wouldn’t have been home for hours yet. But she didn’t dare to ask him. She’d learned quickly not to question anything he did. His answer was often the back of his hand.
He slammed shut the door behind him, then pulled off his heavy boots. Naomi went to the fire to stir it into life. Their home was small – barely two rooms closed in by rough-hewn timber and a roof which leaked in the rainy season. The room they were in held a rough-hewn table, four wooden chairs, and two open shelves filled with their meager possessions. The other room held the large bed for the adults, a smaller mat for Johnny, and the crib for young Polly.
Soon they would need another.
Bile rose in Naomi’s throat. She staggered to sit in the chair nearest her.
Bill snapped a look at her. What is with you, woman? You best not be slacking off ‘cause I wasn’t around. You see me?
She pulled a smile onto her face. I’m fine. Really. Everything will be set for Christmas tomorrow.
She bit her lip. She shouldn’t ask. She really shouldn’t ask. But the thought of young Johnny in the other room, and his fervent pleas, made her continue. Were you able to get that toy horse that Johnny wanted?
Bill turned with the bottle of whiskey in one hand, a metal cup in another. His eyes flared. "What are we – in the pines? Made of money? Of course I didn’t buy the spoiled brat that horse. Twenty-five cents! I could buy a quart of rum with that!"
Naomi glanced over. A pair of large eyes were peering from the corner of the bedroom.
She stood, putting herself between Bill and her young son. A note of pleading came into her voice. Please, Bill. It’s Christmas. And Johnny’s been so good –
Bill’s brows came together. Deep creases shadowed his face.
For a heart-stopping moment Naomi could see clearly why the locals all called him Devil
Bill.
Her throat tightened, and she put her hands up before her. You’re right. Of course. Absolutely right. I’ll find him something else for a present for Johnny.
Bill’s glower shimmered with heat. "You’re damn right you will. No son of mine is gonna to grow up spoiled.