Family Non-Fiction posted June 19, 2017 Chapters:  ...8 9 -10- 11... 

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Billy is bitten by a Brown Recluse Spider. Will he die?

A chapter in the book A Truck Load Of Hard Times!

A Brown Recluse for Billy!

by junglefighter

A Special note to my friends: As always, I ask that you join me in the story. My wish, "Is to make you laugh and cry, while leaving you in a state of uncertainty, as to what will happen next." Hope you enjoy my little story, and best wishes wherever you are.

Previously in Chapter 9:

Why was my mom and dad getting so upset? For after all, I had bagged a Gobbler almost as big as Texas, tooted my horn at school to my classmates, and had become a hero for Janice. Looking down, I saw blood covering my body. Darkness crept over me, once again.

Chapter 10

"Oh, my God! Is Billy dead, Doctor Smith? He lost so much blood before we could get him here."

"Billy's alive, Ma'am. However, he's in shock, and his blood-pressure is very low. He will need blood and to be transferred to the county hospital. I shall do everything possible to save him. However, I must be completely honest and say, that he is in critical condition and needs all of our prayers."

"Dear Jesus! Did you see Billy raise his hand? It's like he heard what you said about our prayers. Can he hear what we are saying Doctor?"

"God only knows the answer to that. There is a possibility he may hear us."

"Oh, I can hear you! What's the matter with everybody? There is nothing wrong with my ears. Oh, yes! I can hear you, Doctor." My voice echoed like I was in a tunnel. Why, couldn't I move my legs? As the darkness filled my eyes once again, I felt myself slipping back in time.

"Grandpa, you promised you'd tell me a story about Santa when I was six-years old. Well, I am six today."

"Of course, you are, Billy. Golly-gee! How about me telling you the story of Ole Santa getting his belly stuck in the chimney on his way back up to the roof top?"

"Okay, Grandpa. But why did he get his belly stuck?"

"Well, it seems as though, on his way down the chimney he found his treats on the fireplace hearth, ate four-dozen chocolate cookies, drank a gallon of milk and his belly swelled so big, he got stuck."

"Oh, my goodness, Grandpa! He didn't do that. Sometimes you act like a silly-gander, do you know that?"

"Why, of course, Billy. Grandma has pulled my feathers many a times."

"That was a short story. Would you tell me another? Would you, huh?"

"One more, Billy."

"Goody! But before you start, I have a question. Just the other day, I heard a boy say, kids who are six-years-old and still believe in Santa, are silly. So I wanna know, is Santa real, Grandpa?"

"Billy, Santa is real today, was yesterday, and always shall be as long as you want to believe in him. What's more, you should encourage as many boys and girls to believe in the magical things of Christmas as you can. Will you do that, Son?"

"I'll try, Grandpa. But please, don't use big ole words in your story."

"Okay, I promise, Billy. Now where was I? Oh, I remember now. Just a week ago, I was walking through the park in town and saw Santa sitting on a corner bench by the trail. A boy your age and size, walked up to Santa and asked, 'Are you really Santa Claus?' Well, Santa pulled his long silver beard, kind of chuckled then replied, 'I am as long as you want to believe I am, Son.'"

"Now, as for myself, I remember well, sitting in Santa's lap when I was your age, and his asking me what I wanted most for Christmas? 'A little red bicycle,' I quickly replied. Once hearing that, he started laughing his head off. 'What's so funny, Santa,' I asked? Well, he chuckled once again then replied, 'Of all the different colored bicycles you could have chosen, it was the red one with flat tires. However, that'll work. Because, I'll have my Elf air em up.'"
"Thank God! Billy is moving both of his legs, Doctor. Is he gonna live? He has been unconscious for over two-hours. Please, tell me he's gonna be alright."

"Miracles do happen now and then, Ma'am. And Billy is one of those miracles. His blood-pressure is almost back to normal, and there's color in his skin once again. Yes, Ma'am! Billy's gonna live. And I'll bet, he'll be fussing at you directly."

"Why am I still in this bed? I gotta go kill some rabbits for supper. Do all of you hear me? Grandpa's gonna skin and dress em, and Grandma's gonna fry em in the pan. So I'll be getting my 20-gauge shotgun, a pocket full of shells, then go shoot em full of holes. Oh, I know what the limit is on killing rabbits. Grandpa told me, 'Don't kill no more than you can carry in a sack.'"

"Are you believing this Father?"

"Oh, yes, I am Mother. For Billy is made outta strong stuff."

"What kind of stuff, Dad? Is it kinda like the stuff Grandpa was made outta?"

"You betcha, Son! Now, bow your head while Reverend Moore gives thanks to Jesus for giving you back to us, OK?

"OK, Dad!"

"O Lord, lead Billy outta here, and on to the purpose in his life. Deliver him from the selfish temptation of killing all the rabbits in the Smoky's, and save some for other hungry folks. Touch his eye as he aims through the sight on his shotgun, and make strong his finger on the trigger. Teach him to walk softly and yet, leave his footprints in the sand. And above all other, bless him with good health and happiness along his journey to you."

"Oh, my goodness! Thank you Mr. Moore. I didn't understand all of it, but what I did, it sounded mighty good."

"Its Reverend Moore, Billy. And I shall explain the big words to you later, OK?"

"When will Billy be strong enough to go home, Doctor Smith?"

"Probably tomorrow morning, Ma'am. He is doing much better, and if he continues to get stronger, I'll release him to your care."

"Thank you, Doctor. What time will you be here in the morning?"

"At 9:00 a. m. , God willing."

"We'll be here Doctor, and thank you for giving Billy back to us."

"You are welcome, Ma'am. However, you might mention your thanks to God as well."

"I already have, Doctor. A thousand times over."

Mom and dad took me home this morning, and I feel so much better . A week passed faster than I could say, "Jackrabbit," and I felt strong enough to whup an ole black bear. Dad told me, "Billy! If you'll chop enough wood for the fire today, you can go rabbit hunting early tomorrow morning." And guess what? There's not a log left in the Smoky's to be found.

I had no problem sleeping when I went off to bed. I had dug a pair of long-handle pajamas outta my footlocker, crawled inside and buttoned the flap on the back side of my tail. I usually count at least six-sheep as they jump across the picket fence and yet, tonight all of em must of been grazing in the field. A wolf howled for his mate and she answered, "I gotta headache, go on to bed." I pulled up the blanket around my shoulders and it felt toasty warm. Darkness crept slowly into my eyes.

I awoke bright and early. The ole red rooster was crowing his heart out. "Gotta get up and go kill some rabbits," I said to myself. "Ouch! What in the world is biting my foot?" I wondered. Jumping outta bed, I unbuttoned my long-handles in front and jumped out of em. "Gee-whiz, what a big brown spider on the toe of my pajamas," I yelled. As I stood watching, it crawled under the bed.

"Why are you yelling, Billy? Your dad and me were asleep."

"I didn't mean to Mom, but a big ole brown spider bit my foot and run under the bed."

"Come quick, Father! Billy's been bitten by a spider."

My dad came running into the bedroom like a bagel hound dog after a rabbit. He glanced at my foot, shook his head, dropped to his knees and looked under the bed. Gee-whiz! My foot
was burning like logs on the fire. Although, I would not let on, because dad had told mom, I
was made outta strong stuff.

"Go get me the broom, Mother. I have found the spider, and it is a whopper."

"Here's the broom, Father. What kind of spider is it? Or do you know?"

"Yes, I know what it is. It's a Brown Recluse. Just stand back away from the bed, and I'll sweep it out and kill the thing."

I could not stand the pain any longer. I screamed so loud, I scared myself. "Please, Jesus! Make the pain go away. Wasn't my suffering from the lion's biting me enough? What have I done to deserve this? Please, help me, for it hurts so bad. And I gotta go and kill some rabbits for supper."

"I have killed the spider, Mother. Go mix some Epsom Salt with water, take a towel and soak
it for a minute, then wrap it around his foot. I'm gonna crank up the old truck, bring it around front and we'll get Billy to Doctor Smith's in a hurry."

As our ole truck, sputtered, backfired, and bounced down the dirt road, I heard my mom say, "My God, Father! Won't this ole truck go any faster?"
"My, goodness! It is getting so dark, I can't see the sights on my shotgun. Oh, that'll be alright though. I'll just take me a nap, and when I wake up, I'll shoot more rabbit's, than Carter has pills," I whispered.
"I brought along the dead spider that bit Billy, Doctor, Smith. And I'm thinking it is a Brown Recluse."

"It is, Sir! How did this happen?"

"Well, Billy put on his long-handle drawers before going to bed, and the spider was making them his home. Early this morning, the spider bit his foot."

"I'm gonna give Billy a shot. The venom has already started eating away the flesh beneath his skin. God willing, the antidote I am using, will block the poison from his heart."

"And what will happen if it don't, Doctor?"

"As I said once before, Ma'am, only God has an answer for that question."

"Oh, Dear Jesus! Why little Billy again? I am so angry with You, God! Have you no mercy for
our little boy? He is all we have! Please, give him back to us, do You hear me?"

Oh, I told you! "That I'd leave you hanging."

A "Salute," to:helvi2, for the Artwork

Continued in Chapter 11


My cousin out in California is in the motion picture business, and is a Director for MGM Studios. We were joined-at-the-hips as kids growing up in the Smoky Mountains, at Pigeon Forge, (Dollywood) Tennessee. We're meeting there to discuss filming a movie of my Book. I'll be writing the chapters, then posting them for your review and comments. As always, thanks for reading my work and best wishes wherever you are.
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