The Silent Years: Crone
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Bruton is a community struggling to survive - and to retain some of the values of the old world. Led by tough former lawyer Helen Locke, it's a small town where people struggle to remain civilized, to keep their technology and to survive. Until Tom Milkins shows up - and Locke knows he's trouble right away. When a young scout is brutally murdered, it's clear that Bruton - and Locke - might have more than they bargained for. Can they keep the light of civilization in a world full of wild children and dangerous, patriarchal men?
Jennifer R. Povey
Jennifer R. Povey is in her early forties, and lives in Northern Virginia with her husband. She writes a variety of speculative fiction, whilst following current affairs and occasionally indulging in horse riding and role playing games. Her short fiction sales include Analog, Cosmos, and Digital Science Fiction, and her first novel was published by Musa Publishing in April of 2013.
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The Silent Years - Jennifer R. Povey
The Silent Years: Crone
by Jennifer R. Povey
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To my father
Who has always liked a good end of the world story
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Author's Note
About The Author
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
It was summer. Summer made Helen Locke glad she was up in the mountains. but that thought also came with a burden.
Only a couple of years before, she would have been in Washington, DC, and contemplating fleeing that city's oppressive heat to somewhere fresher. Europe, maybe. It would all have depended on her caseload.
Instead, she was here. Not that here was a bad place by the reduced standards everyone had had to apply. In fact it was a good place. She had made sure of that.
She was quite happy to be here. She even insisted they call the place by its proper name of Bruceton Mills, not the slurred Bruton the name was trying to turn into.
Preserving language mattered. Preserving honor mattered. With pride in what she had managed, she turned from the mountains towards the town.
To call it a town
was being generous. About two hundred of the houses were occupied, but most were couples with children. A few couples were actually threesomes. Helen wasn't about to interfere with that. If a man could keep up with two women, fine, as long as he treated them equally and with respect.
Respect. That was the problem she faced right now; a person who refused to show the community the proper respect.
She had known Tom Milkins would be a problem from the start. He came from one of the growing number of male-dominated communities further south. To them, women were chattel and property. He had asked Helen many times why she was not married.
Finally, she had told him the truth that she had had her tubes tied years ago and, thus, there was no point. Of course, that was the edited version. She knew he would not have understood that she liked her independence, or that she feared that a man would take over her life.
Men did that if you gave them a quarter of a chance. Tom only needed an eighth. She would have to talk to him before he had a chance. She looked at the village again. A few people were out in the fields, checking the crops. One man was starting a colt, spotted by a friend. A dangerous business, that. The horse could easily dump him; he might break something and be no use for weeks.
Or worse. Every time Helen saw somebody die from something once preventable or treatable, she could not help but fight back tears. She hated the useless deaths, but she could not show that weakness.
After all, she was the Mayor of Bruceton Mills. Possibly for life. Nobody else wanted the job. She did not blame them. Most people were happier with somebody to tell them what to do. There was nothing wrong with that; it was how society functioned.
If another good candidate showed up, she would cheerfully step down. Some days she really wanted to. Now was one of them.
She found Tom Milkins in Sandy's. It had been a diner once, now it was more like a saloon. The standard drink was not beer but fermented cider, which was much easier to make with local materials.
Tom was drinking applejack. Not that Helen didn't appreciate the odd glass of the potent brandy herself, but not at three in the afternoon.
Milkins, I want to talk to you.
He turned. Maybe I don't want to talk to you.
You're drunk,
she said.
She should put a stop to that. Prohibition was a bad thing, but maybe she could encourage Sandy’s to wait until evening before they started serving.
Just happy.
Don't you have work you're supposed to be doing?
Yeah. I got up well before dawn so I'd be done early.
She could check on that and he knew it. She could not really take issue with it either. It is rather hot to be working in the middle of the day.
You do have some sense.
She sat down. You're upsetting the women, Milkins. And giving some of the boys exaggerated ideas of their own importance.
I thought you valued freedom. Isn't this a democracy?
Freedom ends at the point where actions actively cause disruption.
I had nothing to do with what the Long boy did.
She brushed back some stray hair. It needed cutting. You were the one who told him he should just take what he wanted. Now he's going to be exiled and likely killed by the Silents. Take some responsibility, Milkins.
The trial had not happened yet, but she knew what the outcome would be. It was cut and dried.
He tipped his glass at her. Speak for yourself.
Angrily, she stood and left. Only outside did she realize she had let him bait her. And for what?
Nothing.
-#-
Carlton Long,
John Mark pronounced. You have been found guilty by the laws of Bruceton Mills of the crime of rape.
He was only sixteen, but that was more than old enough. Helen glanced over at his victim, Donna. She was pale and showed more fear than anger. Well, he would be gone from her life soon enough.
The sentence is permanent exile. You will be given a gun and three days of supplies.
The boy just stood there, stone-faced. He knew he had to find another community quickly if he wanted to survive. Was Milkins catching the boy’s eyes? She would never be able to prove it. Of course, Milkins had been right to a point; he had not 'made' Carlton rape Donna.
But his philosophy might have encouraged the boy, or, at least, removed some of his inhibitions. The worst part was that if Carlton headed south, he might find a community where rape was a normal interaction between men and women.
It would not happen here. Bad enough that families were starting to encourage some pairings and discourage others. She would not allow rape or forced marriage while she was in charge.
And if Milkins gained more power? She'd see, then. They needed more people, but perhaps it was time to be more careful who they took in.
Except that not taking somebody in could so easily translate to a death sentence. She was not sure what to do.
Two of the largest men in the community escorted Carlton away. He would be taken at least a mile from the furthest of their perimeter and then left there. She hoped he made it; after all, he was just a boy who had made a terrible mistake. But the Silents were out there. She sometimes wondered if they were breeding. At the very least, they were better survivors than anyone would have guessed. Animals in human form should not manage so well. Perhaps they would someday re-evolve intelligence. Perhaps they were already doing so.
For now, they were a plague to be kept outside the gates. She turned to John Mark. Thank you.
She had done her best to keep the three houses of government. She had a council that supported her decisions and Mark was more or less the chief justice. The town was a little island of what America had once been, surrounded by what it had become. It wasn't enough, though. How could it be when they were beleaguered on all sides? When the pattern of survival seemed to be feudalism. She