Last night the wolves were in town. I hate this time of year, the snow blowing under porch seems to make the entire store cold. Like I said the wolves were looking for food in town.
About midnight last night the two ponies in Sam’s blacksmith started raising all kinds of fuss. By the time I got my boots on and a torch lit to go help Sam, it was too late. The wolf pack took the milk cow the orphanage was using to feed the kids.
Us folks, here on the Prairie, we don’t ask for or need much. Those orphan kids, why take from them?
There is just not enough this year. I know the town store is my responsibility. If I fail, the store at Camargo will be the only store still open.
That’s just too far for the elderly to take a wagon.
I don’t want to complain Lord.
I’m not asking for me, but next week the wagon bringing our spring supplies is going to be here. I have no idea how to pay him and this will be the last time he is going to come this far from Reno if we don’t pay.
Last week at church the pastor didn’t get enough in the coffers to pay for the coal he borrowed. Now there is no way, he can’t feed the kids and pay me. None of the other people have anything to sell or any way to help.
Forgive me God, I know the wolves are here to make the herd strong.
God, it’s hard to celebrate the beauty of life when we all run so hard to stay in front of the wolves.
Thank you, lord, for the guidance. I will just leave the store cold this morning and take the coal to the orphanage.
Please Lord do what you can for the orphanage and town.
The Old Man