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The Sager's Creek Chronicles

Keboe's Quandary

Chapter One

Jennifer Keboe was sitting in a lawn chair in her back yard, talking to her best friend Amanda

Chadwick, about her day at school, when she saw the one she would marry. The back yard was

somewhat well-maintained, and it was large for many of the lots in her town, even though she lived in a

small Minnesota town called Sager's Creek. It was a little town in Nicollet County, about halfway

between North Mankato and St. Peter, and it was just a bit west of the Minnesota River. About five to

ten miles west of it, at the most. It was just off Minnesota State Highway 169.

Jennifer Keboe was a teacher at St. Peter High School, and she'd been teaching English 8

there for just over two years. It was now late October, and the leaves had started to change colors.

She'd come north after graduating from the University of Georgia with a Bachelor of Science degree,

majoring in English and Spanish, and minoring in Biology and Computer Science. She'd been hired

immediately after college, and had found much happiness since coming north out of Georgia, a state

she'd spent all her life in until moving to Minnesota.

Shortly after coming north, she'd met Amanda Chadwick, a raven-haired woman in her middle

to late thirties. They'd met in church one Sunday morning about six weeks after she'd moved to

Minnesota. Both were solid Christians, and Amanda was married with two children, when they first

met. They became fast friends, and would often be found together whenever they could get out on the

town. Which wasn't very often, because Amanda often had to stay home and take care of at least one

of the children for a good part of the day.

But sometimes, Amanda's husband James would take care of the kids so that she could spend

some time away from them. James was a construction worker, often spending many hours away from

home when he was working on a construction detail. He helped to build businesses' main buildings so

that they'd meet the necessary construction codes as required by the laws of the areas where such

buildings were being erected. It was very hard work, to put it very mildly. But the pay that he'd often

bring home for his work on such jobs would provide quite well for him and his family, whenever he got

paid. Which was usually when the work got done, if not at least once more during the construction

process. He made enough money annually doing that kind of work, in fact. So Amanda didn't actually

have to work outside the home, if she didn't really want to.

Amanda would often study the Bible whenever she had the chance, for she knew that she didn't

know everything that there was for her to learn from it yet. And she'd also do some paintings in various

media when she wasn't otherwise occupied. She could often be found in her back yard gardening, too,

when she knew the children inside were asleep in their beds.

Sager's Creek was a small town of about 400 people, and there was a general store on Main

Street. About two blocks down Main Street from the general store was the local church, First

Bethlehem Church. It was a small church, and it had been built only within the last six years, after the

church that had been built there had been swept away by a freak tornado which had cut a wide swath

of damage through the town. Most of the buildings in the area where Sager's Creek's previous church

had been built had suffered substantial damage, so they had to be demolished. But the town had

refused to fade away, even after losing many of the town's businesses to the freak tornado. So they

had furiously begun to rebuild the town, determined not to let it just disappear without a fight.

Jennifer Keboe literally fell in love with the town the first time she had come to it. Shortly

thereafter, she'd begun to rent a small house near where much of the earlier destruction had cut a swath

through the town. Much of the town had been wiped out by the freak tornado. When she came to

town, she joined the people that were helping to reconstruct the town, providing many hours of her free

time to volunteer assistance to many of the farmers in Sager's Creek. She did this while the farmers

were often helping to either repair the town's damaged buildings, when possible, or while they were

erecting new ones in it. Such as the Sager's Creek Bank, for instance, which had taken a quite

substantial hit in the tornado. Much of the over one hundred-year-old bank had been leveled into

rubble. But the safe survived, as did a few of the offices that had been located in the bank's basement.

Not much else did, for the bank. But enough of the bank survived so that the bank's patrons didn't

lose any of their hard-earned money that they'd deposited in the bank before the tornado came to town

here. The only buildings in the path of the tornado that had at least partly survived in the town were the

bank, the general store, and the medical facility between the bank and the general store. The tornado

had swept up many of the town's larger business buildings, and not just between the general store and

the bank. After it hit the bank, it made a U-turn and wiped out at least half a dozen other businesses,

before turning away from the town near the creek that the town was named after.

Jenny had come to Minnesota while the town was still in the process of rebuilding, even though

that process had been going on for at least two or three years. Many of the farmers were appreciative,

to say the least, for her help on their farms while they were rebuilding Sager's Creek. And they

eventually showed it by pitching in to buy her some land, and to pay for a brand-new house for her.

The house she now lived in had been built and raised in one week, with at least sixty people helping out

to construct and prepare the house for her use. Amanda had come up with some excuse to get Jenny

away for that length of time. And when Jenny came back, the house had been built and raised. It'd

also been painted a bright blue, wherever it wasn't made of brick or any other material. The roof was

shingled with maroon tiles, and the chimney was made mostly of red brick.

Next to the house, there was a two-car garage attached to it, and it was painted quite similar to

the house. It was about twenty feet high, twelve feet wide, and twelve feet long, with a slanted roof

also attached to the house. On the side of the garage closest to the road leading to the middle of town

a mile or two away, there was a section jutting out of the roof to indicate an attic room or an upstairs

bedroom. Which it was for sure wasn't discernable at a great distance from the garage.

There were several such sections jutting out from the house proper that were also visible from

the road on the same side of the house. At least three such sections were visible on that side of the

house's roof, if not more. Below each of those sections, on the ground floor or on the floor closest to

the ground, if the floor was higher than the ground, but not the bottom part of the roof, there was at

least one window or door.

The house was situated in the middle of the lot. It was surrounded by lawn all the way around

the house wherever the driveway wasn't located. In several places on the lot, there were trees. In the

front of the lot, there were oak and maple trees visible in front of the house. The limits of the property

were marked by other trees near a fence about four feet high all the way around, except where the

driveway entered the property. The fence was a board fence backed by a brick wall. The trees

behind the fence and wall were mainly evergreens near both the wall and fence. While the ones closer

to the house were oak, elm, maple, and apple trees, for the most part. The wall trees were packed

densely, while the lawn trees were more spread out, especially near the back door. The back yard was

about forty yards wide by fifty yards deep. From one corner of the lot to the other on the same side,

the distance was one hundred fifty yards. While the width of the lot was about forty yards, with the

widths of the open spaces on either end of the house being about ten yards. Which meant, of course,

that the house and garage were twenty yards wide from one end of the attached buildings here to the

other end, for the obvious reasons here.

Now Jennifer and Amanda were chatting in the back yard, with Amanda being near the back

door of the house. They were talking about how their days had gone, while Amanda was also studying

many of the leaves now on the ground. Jenny was wearing a light sweater, and some comfortable blue

jeans that'd obviously been worn several times over many years. Jenny was an auburn-haired woman

about 25 years old, give or take about one or two years, at most, either way. She was about 5'4" and

125 pounds, and could be considered somewhat attractive, even though she wasn't what most men

would call drop-dead gorgeous. Her hair was long and straight, and it fell to the middle of her back.

She'd often wear it down, whenever she wasn't at school. But she normally wore it up in a single braid

when she was working. She was in excellent physical shape, and showed it. Her hands were of

average size, and her fingers were long and thin, but not too thin. Her hands were calloused from many

years of working on a farm with cattle, pigs, and chickens, to name just a few things on the farm, which

also had some cotton, corn, and wheat fields on it. Soybeans were often planted too on the farm as a

cash crop, when at least one of the other crops wasn't. Her father, and those who worked in the fields

with him, would spend most of the warmer weather in the fields between planting time and harvest time,

while she and several other people would normally help out by taking care of the farm's animals. Her

father and his people didn't use any pesticides, herbicides, or unnatural fertilizers to grow the farm's

food. Instead, they'd use natural means to boost the production of the farm. If they used fertilizers,

they would always come from the animals on the farm, by completely natural means, as a matter of

actual fact here.

Her skin was a peachy kind of color, and her face was covered by a few freckles that had

never disappeared since the time when they had first shown up on her face. They didn't dominate her

face, but were mostly concentrated just below her eyes. Her nose was about two inches wide at its

narrowest point near the top of it. Her nose flared out slightly above her nasal openings. Her eyes

were dark brown, and her eyebrows about three inches long from one end of the applicable eyebrow

to the other, on either side. Her mouth was as long as the distance between the outside corner of one

eye to the outside corner of the other eye. Which made her mouth about eight to ten inches long. Her

lips were of average fullness. Not too full, but not too small either. Currently, she was wearing a shade

of lipstick somewhere between pink and candy-red. Her cheeks were slightly blushed, wherever

possible, to a shade similar to that of an apricot's skin. At least up to the top of her high cheekbones,

after which she wore more of a peachy shade to bring out her brown eyes.

Her neck was of average length, and her shoulders were wide for a typical American

Caucasian female. Her shoulders were round to an average degree near the arm sockets. Her arms

were thick and long from either shoulder to its applicable hand. Her chest was of average size for an

adult female, and her abdomen was the same. Her hips were wide, and her waist was just a bit more

so, but not too much more. At least for her waist, anyway. Her legs were long, like an African

gazelle's might be, and slightly thicker. Especially over her knees, for she'd found many occasions to

run and lift heavy objects or animals on the farm she'd grown up on in Georgia.

All in all, she cut an attractive figure. Though she wasn't often asked out on dates because

most of the single men that she knew generally considered her looks to be too plain, in fact. Some

asked her for dates, even before she'd left her home state of Georgia for Minnesota. But rarely would

any of them ask her for another date, mainly because she was so firm in her commitment to abstain

from too-intimate actions before marriage. Many of the single men that she dated wanted to see how

far they could get her to go. She didn't let them get away with anything that was improper, so they'd

often drop her like a hot rock. Because she had such a high standard of conduct in place, when it came

to actions in a dating relationship, many of the other girls and women in the social circles she moved in

looked up to her. And they considered her to have an impeccable reputation in society.

Other things that helped her maintain and build a good reputation among those that she

generally associated with were the facts that she never consumed alcohol, smoked cigarettes, or used

drugs. She was considered to be trustworthy, and also didn't swear at all. She could be counted on to

help those people in need, whenever possible. And she was known as a very kind and very gentle

woman. She had also helped out with many of the youths in Bible camp from her church back in

Georgia. She'd made many friends in the process, and was also known as a very intelligent girl in high

school.

She'd gone off to college at eighteen, after her graduation from Wolaumon Riverside High

School, and graduated after four years at the University of Georgia. While at the University of Georgia,

she worked for The Athens-Dogwoods Tribune as a receptionist, and would also provide editorials at

times for The Tribune. When she wasn't working there, or in school, she could often be found in one

of the area's libraries reading and gathering data from various sources available at such libraries. She'd

often carry at least one book home with her when she'd visited a library. Her two roommates, at first,

weren't expecting someone who read for much of her free time, whenever she wasn't doing other

useful things. But eventually, they got used to it. So much, in fact, that they too began to check out

books more often. And as she'd done all her life, they began to learn so many things that they'd never

even dreamed of before. Not only books, but also magazines and newspapers, as well. Especially

ones on actual paper, instead of just on a computer screen as they'd done for many years of their lives.

Eventually, Jenny would often find herself in highly intelligent conversations with her roommates.

And such chats would often last until late at night by their time their junior years began. Which was two

years since they'd all become roommates. Though they all were studying different things, they all

eventually became quite good friends by that time. And they all were indeed quite close, even though

they all moved primarily in different social circles on campus. Not many men on the campus asked

them out for most of the time that they spent at Georgia. So their free time was rarely, if ever, taken up

with dates. Which allowed them to concentrate on many of the other activities on campus. Such as the

campus stageplays and screenplays. At least one of the three, if not all, of them worked, whenever

possible, for the local television station. Most often as an on-the-street kind of reporter for it, if not all

the time for it, in fact.

Since their common graduation just before Jennifer had moved north to Sager's Creek, they'd

kept in fairly regular touch. One of her roommates had gone out West to Oregon, and she became a

travel agent for a travel agency named Bringle's Tours, just before marrying an older man within six

months after leaving Georgia. The other roommate went to Washington as a clerk for one of

Kentucky's Representatives in her home district within a year of graduating from Georgia. She wasn't

yet married, but she'd become engaged within the last four months to a man attending graduate school

in the nation's capital. They'd set a wedding date in the last half of June 2008. Jennifer had promised

her that she'd come to the wedding, if all went sufficiently well enough for all concerned, and if she

could possibly make it there in time.

Jennifer was the only one of the three women who wasn't yet spoken for, currently, in fact. But

the three ex-roommates had a feeling that'd not be the case forever. And if enough good things

happened, it'd not be.

That was Jennifer's situation at the current time in her life. No man had yet proposed to her in

her life. But the ways of love would eventually change that. Currently, she was talking about her

students at school.

She said, "Amanda, I have a lot of good students in my classes. I especially like the ones that I

have in the period after lunch. There are a few of them who really love to read a lot of good things.

Many of those students also like to write stories and poems. But they're still a little rambunctious at

times, of course. Several of the students do very good work in their assignments. But I have at least

four students who are the best in that class."

"Who are the best students in that class?"

"In terms of quality of work?"

"Yes, Jennifer, that's what I mean."

"Roger Rahman, Shawna Bergawal, Isaac Hedrane, and Lisa Ingerthol."

"Why do you pick those four?"

"Because all of them write excellent stories. Their stories are believable, and always have

punctuation in the proper places. Their characters' grammar is appropriate for each of the stories they

tell. And the characters aren't just flat, two-dimensional characters, but they are complete characters.

The characters they write about are well-written ones, and they all have certain faults that make them

imperfect. The characters all strive to be perfect. But, of course, they can never be."

Amanda thought about that information. Then, as she twiddled an oak leaf in one of her hands,

she asked, "Please tell me more about them. What are the four of them like?"

"Roger's short and stocky, with some hints of a beard now starting to grow on his face. He's

also on the school's junior varsity team. He plays as a fullback. And sometimes he even gets to carry

the ball. Though mostly he blocks for the tailback on most of the running plays that he's part of. He's

often quick through a hole when the line gives him enough of one. He can often break a long one, if he

can get past the other team's linemen quickly enough. He doesn't often carry the ball. But when he

does, he often does a lot of good for his team. And he always gives his all in each of the games he

plays in. Once the game's started, he's always playing all-out on every play he's involved in. When

he's not playing, he's often near the sidelines, and intently watching the other team's players on offense.

Off the field, he's on the school's Junior High Student Council."

She paused to take a sip of some iced tea she'd made within the last few days from her glass.

Then she continued to speak. "Roger's been working on a series of stories in his free time set in the

Western United States of the last half of the 19th Century AD. The series features the adventures of a

cowboy named John Ganley, and it begins shortly after he's orphaned at twelve years of age. So far,

I've read at least half a dozen short tales about John Ganley, and Roger's character has aged to about

his late teens now. He's just begun to discover girls and women at the current time in his life. Several

of the older men he works with have tried to steer him into a path destined to lead him into trouble. But

at least three other people have helped him to resist temptation and to not fall prey to Satan's evil plans,

mainly an older sister, her husband, and an aunt on his mother's side. It's not been easy for him to

resist temptation. Certainly he's been strongly tempted to walk in the paths the Devil wants him to. But

he doesn't give in, because he's trying to live the way his parents had taught him to before they died.

They'd taught him the way to live as best as they knew it themselves, even though they'd not been so

fortunate to be very literate about many things. He came from a poor family, and while his parents

were alive, all of them didn't have much money to speak of. Even in their wealthiest days financially.

So John would often be hired out to help support the family after he'd become old enough to bring

some money in for his family."

"Sounds like an interesting character that Roger's created. What have the other three done?"

Jenny thought for a minute, and then she said, "Shawna's done a few science fiction-style

stories, with some romance thrown in every once in a while. Her futuristic romances aren't like the

ones that you often see in the stores that don't have a separate media department. Her characters are

vibrant, exciting, and moral. Her protagonists are frequently heroines that know exactly what they

could and should allow their boyfriends to do before they get married to them. Her antagonists are

often people that Satan's controlled in various ways for many years. More often than not, for her, the

antagonists are male, and they have very bad reputations in the eyes of a large part of society. So many

of her antagonists don't have many friends to speak of. Almost as if they're fighting the whole world on

their own. She's completed at least three short stories with strong women in them. I've enjoyed every

one I've seen to this point in time from her, in fact."

"Isaac?"

Pausing for a minute, to think, before answering Amanda's query about Isaac, and to take a

bite of a grilled cheese sandwich, Jennifer then swallowed the bite of sandwich she'd just taken, and

she continued, "Isaac's done a few stories about an English family called the 'Pellantes.' And of the

characters he's created that I've seen to date, I like the character of Michelle the most. She's the

Duke of York's third daughter, and she is now about fifteen years old. She's just begun to get noticed

in several social circles in the vicinity of York. She has a twin brother, and she is a few minutes older

than he is. Her twin's the second son of the Duke and his wife Duchess Alexandra. After the twins,

her parents had three more children, with one being a girl just like her. Michelle's kind of a tomboy,

and rides horses much as a male has normally done for centuries. Her parents don't like it when she

does. But they let her do it anyway, for they haven't yet brought her into most of the social circles they

move in, and she's still quite young. Even for people in the late 17th and early 18th Centuries AD."

Amanda asked, "I see. And what about Lisa?"

Jennifer finished the rest of her sandwich, and took another sip of her tea, drinking the last of it

that was currently in her glass here. And then she answered, "Lisa does stories set in the 1990's, the

decade before the current one. Her heroines are a lot like her, in many respects. They are often tall

and attractive. And at least a few of them are blondes like her. In their spare time, they are often

detectives. And they're good at solving a lot of mysteries. Her heroines are often strong women who

don't often lose control of their emotions in difficult situations. They often have a boyfriend, and always

know where to draw the line when it comes to expressions of love between them and their boyfriends.

The character I like the most of hers is a teenager named Cassie Fennsworth, who lives in a town much

like Sager's Creek, yet a lot like Savannah in my home state. The mixture of people that Cassie

generally associates with in her life is a cornucopia of well-written characters. The characters that

Cassie generally associates with the most are her family and friends, with one of the most delightful

friends of hers being her best friend Gina Halmot. Gina and Cassie have grown up together, and

Cassie's current boyfriend is Gina's brother Maxwell. Ever since they were toddlers, they've known

each other. Gina and Cassie both remind me a lot of my own childhood, back in eastern Georgia.

Especially when I went to my maternal grandparents' house in a town near Augusta. My maternal

grandparents' family's lived there for at least three to six generations, I think. Cassie's parents are a lot

like my paternal grandparents from the area of Savannah, when they were as old as Cassie's parents

now are. I was born in the small town of Wolaumon, which is a town near the border with South

Carolina, about halfway between Augusta and Savannah. It's on the Savannah River, or within a mile

or two of it. While Cassie is not a Georgia native, her town is a lot like Wolaumon. She is from the

small town of Veneuville in the state of Michigan."

She refilled her glass, and then continued to speak."Veneuville is near Saginaw, and about ten

miles west of it. It is mainly a farming town with about three times the number of people in it as Sager's

Creek has here. It has a small high school, and a grain elevator near the center of town. Downtown,

the town is much like Mankato's downtown. But it doesn't have a large Civic Center like Mankato

does. About ten years before the first story that Lisa wrote about the town, there was a flood caused

by melting snow that came from several large snowstorms in the area. The flood swept away many of

the town's businesses into Saginaw Bay, after heading down the river draining into it. Much of the

town had to be rebuilt on higher ground. Much like the floods of 1997 in the Red River Of The

North's Valley between Fargo, North Dakota and Winnipeg, Manitoba."

"So her stories mainly concentrate on teen-age girls like Cassie in small towns?"

"Yes, but not all of them. Some of them have been set in larger towns and cities. But she's

done stories set in the area of Veneuville most often of all the stories that I've read of hers here. She

doesn't write the best overall stories, on the average of the four students I've just told you about here.

But for the most exciting stories, she often is the best of the four. I love to read her stories. Just as I

generally love to read all my students' stories, no matter how poorly those stories are. Some of my

students often have a lot of trouble writing stories, of course. But those particular students are starting

to get a lot better as the year goes on. I think, at the current pace that they're all improving at, that all

my students will be at least average writers by the end of the school year, if not above average or

better. I can already see the signs of marked improvement from the students that have been most in

need of it from last year. I wasn't teaching those students last year. I started in eighth grade, and I'll be

an eighth-grade English teacher at least as long as it takes me to have been proven a competent enough

teacher to be hired permanently by St. Peter High School in St. Peter, Minnesota. Several of the

students that I taught last year now work for the school's Paper Staff. And even a few have taken

positions with St. Peter's main local newspaper. All in all, I think I'm a good teacher at St. Peter High

School. My students love me as their teacher. Though sometimes, of course, we still have trouble in

class. But trouble hardly ever visits my class because I don't allow it to last that long, generally, without

taking the necessary measures to stop it."

Amanda rose from the ground where she had been sitting for a while, and she sat in another

lawn chair near Jennifer. As they sat in the lawn chairs, they talked about other things that they were

interested in. Such as men, and the ways of men. Amanda was married, but that didn't mean she

couldn't talk about other men she knew to her best friend. She often talked to Jenny about her

husband and what it was like to be a mother with two children. Jenny thought Amanda was lucky to

have a husband who loved her so much to make it possible for her not to have to work outside the

home. Jenny thought that James was a good father and husband, because he provided well enough for

his family to live at least a middle-class lifestyle, if not upper middle-class or better. Jenny would often

express the hope to Amanda that she'd eventually find a man who would provide well enough fro her

and their offspring, so that she'd not be required to work outside the home, if she didn't really want to

at all, in fact.

They'd known each other for at least a little while. And since the time they'd first met, they'd

become very close friends indeed. If someone would watch them for a long enough time, they'd likely

get the idea that Jenny and Amanda's friendship would probably last for quite a while indeed, if enough

things went sufficiently according to plan for them in the future.

They'd often be found together whenever Jennifer was off work and James was home between

construction jobs. They'd often go shopping in either St. Peter or Mankato, when they weren't

shopping in Sager's Creek. Sometimes, they'd also go to rummage sales in the local area looking for

bargains for them to bring back to their homes. They'd often find bargains that allowed them to outfit

their homes at a lower cost than normal. Which they likely would've had to pay if they'd shopped at a

store anywhere in the local area.

Amanda, unlike Jenny, was a raven-haired woman. And she was about two inches taller and

about fifteen pounds heavier than Jenny was. She was still quite attractive, even after delivering two

children. Some men would likely still consider her quite a beautiful woman, even if she was no longer

available, if they knew her. About the only times men other than her husband or other male relatives

saw her in public was when she went shopping, with or without Jennifer accompanying her, or when

she went to her older child's school in St. Peter. Her older child was in Kindergarten at South

Elementary, while her younger child was not yet in school. Whenever she had to get away from the

kids for a while, and James was away, she'd often drop the kids off at their paternal grandparents'

house in Mankato. They'd then take care of the children until Amanda came back to get them. At

least once a week, they'd generally take care of their grandkids to let her get away for a while to do

what she needed or wanted to do, if James was away from home.

Besides gardening and painting pictures, she would sometimes write poetry or short stories.

But writing was more of a hobby for her than her painting or her gardening was. She'd often write

whenever she could find the time and urge to put her thoughts on paper. And she'd often write letters

late at night, after the children were asleep, to her husband, whenever he was away from home. By her

writing letters to James, she and James would stay in good contact with each other. And their

relationship would grow well, even if they were actually separated physically by many miles of distance.

Their letters would often keep them quite close, even if they were actually apart physically. That helped

them maintain and strengthen an already-strong relationship. So when they actually did reunite after

many days, weeks, or months apart, they'd be at least as close to each other in their lives as they'd

been when they'd last parted, in fact.

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What do you all think about this so far, readers? I have at least a few ideas about what might

happen next. But I really would like to see what you all think of this story here, before I add more to it

here. Remember, no flames will be accepted, but constructive criticism will be accepted, readers.

I would really like to see where this particular story series goes, and just how far I can take it

before I begin any other sequels or prequels to it, besides the ones that I've actually written or started

by now. So please don't forget to read and review in appropriate language, if and whenever the need

or desire for you to do so strikes you here. Thanks for your time, and I'll probably wait for just a little

while just to see what you all have to say about this story here, before I add even more parts of it here

on fictionpress.com, in fact. Take care, and God bless you all, God willing, as well, in actual reality.