She was at the door in a second. Had to see the lightning. Caught just the last shadow of the light but she knew that there’d be more. It wasn’t much after noon, surely, or had she slept all day? What with all these blackbelly clouds she couldn’t tell—it might as well be the last minutes of dusk. The air was all a-prickle with lightning just waiting to flash. She knew that feeling, knew that it meant the lightning’d hit close.

She looked down to see if the blacksmith’s stable was still full of horses. It was. The shoeing wasn’t done, the road would turn to muck, and so the farmer with his two sons from out West Fork way was stuck here. Not a chance they’d head home in this, with lightning ready to put a fire in the woods, or knock a tree down on them, or maybe just smack them a good one and lay them all out dead in a circle like them five Quakers they still was talking about and here it happened back in ‘90 when the first white folks came to settle here. People talked still about the Circle of Five and all that, some people wondering if God up and smashed them flat so as to shut the Quakers up, seeing how nothing else ever could, while other people was wondering if God took them up into heaven like the first Lord Protector Oliver Cromwell who was smote by lightning at the age of ninety-seven and just disappeared.

No, that farmer and his big old boys’d stay another night. Little Peggy was an innkeeper’s daughter, wasn’t she? Papooses learnt to hunt, pickaninnies learnt to tote, farmer children learnt the weather, and an innkeeper’s daughter learnt which folks would stay the night, even before they knew it right theirselfs.

Their horses were champing in the stable, snorting and warning each other about the storm. In every group of horses, little Peggy figgered, there must be one that’s remarkable dumb, so all the others have to tell him what all’s going on. Bad storm, they were saying. We’re going to get a soaking, if the lightning don’t smack us first. And the dumb one kept nickering and saying, What’s that noise, what’s that noise?