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Bobbie reacted in kind, racing to do as she was bid but with no hysteria or confusion. Within five minutes the Bradford women were on their way. Maryanne handled the horse and wagon efficiently and they arrived on the scene minutes later, joining Mrs. Mickleson and a few other ladies from the church. May Taylor was among them.
The women embraced and then talked. Mic always lights a lamp in the barn but hes always so careful. I cant think how this could have happened.
Information on how the fire started was going to have to wait. Right now all the men were occupied with putting the flames out, or at the very least directing them from the tall farmhouse that loomed in the sky some 50 feet away.
The women who had come on the scene offered their help in one form or another. May offered to take the Mickleson children back to her house for supper and to spend the night. Lu Mickleson accepted gratefully and Bobbie offered to help round them up.
Mrs. Mickleson pointed out ten-year-old Brian standing at the corner of the house and Bobbie headed in that direction, only to have him move before she got there.
The heat from the barn hit Bobbie full in the face as she rounded the house and her eyes squinted against flames. She prayed for safety for her family and the others working. Brian had moved close to the fire and Bobbie called to him, hesitant to go further. Her shouts went unheeded and she knew she was going to have to go and get him.
She was only a few feet away from catching him by the back of the shirt when he darted away from her to circle the burning barn. Determined now, Bobbie followed without thought.
She hadnt gone ten steps when a pair of strong arms literally lifted her off the ground and bore her toward the house. Jeff began to shout the moment he put her on her feet.
What in the world do you think youre doing?
I have to get Brian. Your mother is taking him and all the kids to your house. Bobbies voice was equally as loud.
Stay here! Jeff commanded and ran toward the flames. He was back in less than a minute holding Brians arm and walking so fast that the ten-year-old had to run to stay on his feet.
Brian, Bobbie said sharply in her anxiety, your mother wants you! Go to her immediately! The boy left without a word and Jeff waited only a moment before once again letting Bobbie see his anger.
That was incredibly stupid!
It was not stupid. I had to get that boy and I noticed you didnt hesitate to run right toward the flames!
Thats different!
It is not!
Yes, it is. Youre just too mule-headed to see it.