It was June and the
blossoms were in full bloom. Eleven year old Sally Jean Privett
wanted to race through the field kicking up their sweet scents, but
she had her little brother Nestor with her. The last time she ran
through with him, he wound up with a leg full of bee stings. So she
chose to walk the trail beside the abandoned quarry. Her brother
never could keep up with her. He was three years her junior, but
she had him convinced that they were born on the same day, same
year. She was just too quick for him to keep up, even in age.He
looked up to her and he followed her like a shadow. That was a good
thing for her because the other girls her age didn't like her mean
spirit and she had no friends. The boys liked her even less because
of her brute force, but she always had a playmate in Nestor and she
seemed to be content with just that.
"Where'd you get that
ribbon Sally?" Nestor asked curiously.
"None of your
beeswax Nestor Ann," she snipped as she threaded the red silken
cloth through her fingers.
"Looks like one of
Mom's fine sewing bows," he said suspiciously.
"Well she ain't
gonna miss it and nobody's gonna tell her that it's missed,
"Stop calling me
that!" Nestor kicked hard at the ground.
"Why? You were
supposed to be a girl anyhow and I wish you were 'cause then I
wouldn't be playing with a stupid boy."
"I ain't stupid," he
"Ain't smart," she
Nestor didn't fight
back; he just bit his tongue, even though he was so mad that he
could spit. Sally always got the last word, he knew that.
"Okay, I am the
fairy queen," Sally said as she tied the ribbon around her head,
"and you are the troll prince."
Nestor frowned. "I
ain't gonna be a troll, I'm almost 4'5." He stood high on his
"I said that you
could be the troll prince."The emphasis on the word prince
didn't make him feel any better about it and he moped along the
trail.Just then, a low rumbling moan drifted up from the nearby
quarry. Nestor ran ahead of his sister.
"Did you hear
"Troll, how dare
you stand before me, I demand that you let me pass or I'll have
your head!" she said dramatically.
"No Sally Jean,
listen down there." He pointed into the quarry.
"Nestor, if this is
another one of your stupid games," she griped. Just then the moan
echoed again. Sally wasted no time trying to get to the
"Wait Sally, don't
go down there," her young brother cautioned.
scaled a less inclined side of the quarry wall. She kicked up a
good amount of dirt along the way and once at the bottom she
patted her summer dress free of the soil.
"Well, come on
down, it's safe," she called up to her brother.
"No way, I'm not
getting my britches dirty like you, Mom will have my
"Fine you big baby,
stay up there I'll find the treasure and you won't." Sally
primped her hair.
Nestor knelt by the
quarry's edge. "What treasure?"
"The treasure that
the man's gonna give us for rescuing him."
"What man?" Nestor
Sally searched for
a possible source of the noise. "The man over yonder, in those
Nestor looked down
into the quarry and saw a large piling of stones.
"Come on, I think I
see him dangling a piece of gold out that crack and I ain't
sharing any with you if you don't help me."