Chapter Ten

Aunt May was a naturally reticent person. Among everything she hated, she loathes bothering others. No one would believe that after suffering such a loss as that of her husband, she would not turn to friends and family for assistance, but instead, would depend solely on whatever she could make up for her survival.

Being crippled and all, and having an entire farmland that she had to take care of, as well as her other necessities, it became impossible to make ends meet. Still at the face of such a difficulty, May would not ask for help or assistance from her relatives. This, she reasoned, would tie her down to doing nothing but resting in a relative’s home, without having something to do for herself or for them.

For this and this reason alone, wooden legged May started off planting crops. The benevolent God made sure her efforts did not go in vain, for as the year went down and the harvest began, she had enough in the barn to keep her going.

Late Maddox had left three horses and a sum