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Jud's Revenge	By : broadwaybaby Category: M through R > Oklahoma! Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Oklahoma or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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UPDATE (3/23): Somehow I skipped Jud's actual execution when I copied and pasted this chapter in to post. I hope some of my returning readers will see this update and come back to read this chapter because I think that section of the chapter really highlights Laurey's character. Enjoy!
It took about a week for the gallows to be built. The whole town had closed their shops, left their jobs, to attend the first hanging they could remember in many years. And even with Curly protesting, Laurey also attended, standing in the back of the crowd. Jud was led up the hill, hands and feel shackled until he reached the platform. Cord Elam, the federal marshal, stood with Andrew Carnes on the platform and Cord lead Jud over the trap door, the noose swaying the breeze.
“Any dyin’ words, Jud?” Andrew Carnes asked, as was customary, just like the extravagant last meal Jud had been granted the night before.
“Miss Laurey, if you’s out there, I loves ya. I jus’ wanted ya to love me back….” He gave a small nod to Cord to signal that that was all he had to say. Cord then looped the noose over Jud’s neck and placed the burlap bag over his head to hide his face from the crowd as he died. Cord then pulled the lever.
Jud’s feet twitched as the last nerve responses in his body came to a halt. Jud’s body swung in the breeze. Laurey buried her face in Curly’s chest while Curly watched on, wanting to know for certain that Jud was dead.
Dave Tyler, the doctor, was called to the platform to officially pronounce Jud as dead before his body was taken for burial. This was nothing like the lovely funeral Curly had described to Jud in his smokehouse. Very few followed the wagon as it approached the graveyard to lower his body into the hole that had been dug there. As the men placed the last bit of dirt onto the grave, Laurey, her face streaked from tears, approached cautiously. Curly came up behind her, supporting her around her waist.
“He’s gone, Laurey. He cain’t hurt ya ever agin,” Curly said, trying to reassure her of her safety.
“I’m the reason a man is daid, Curly.” This caught Curly quite off guard. Did she not want Jud punished?
“Laurey, he had a fair trial. The judge said that this is what he deserved, not you.”
“But, did he really have to die? He did take good care of me and Aunt Eller fer years….”
“Laurey, this is his fault, not yer’n. He hurt you and now he’s paid fer it.”
Laurey slowly approached the mound of dirt and laid the small bundle of flowers she had picked from the pasture on top before turning to walk away, Curly following behind her.
The next day, when Curly was out in the field, Laurey went on a walk through the pasture. She didn’t really know where she was going, but she just kept moving. She stared at the grass beneath her feet as she made her way farther and farther from the main house. But suddenly, she knew exactly where she was, but had no idea why her body had brought her here. Back here. Back to the smokehouse. Her hands were shaking as she opened the door. A musty smell bombarded her as soon as she stepped inside since the smokehouse had been locked up for the past six months, ever since the attack. And nothing had changed since that night. Laurey was overwhelmed by the sights around her. The rope laying across the floor, still tied to the bed frame. The bloomers that Jud had taken off of her still laid on the floor near the bed where he had thrown them. Slowly she walked toward the bed, toward the ruffled blanket and sheets, toward the blood stain that remained, turned dark maroon as the blood dried in its place. Here is where her life had changed forever.
“WHY?! WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT, JUD?! WHY COULDN’T YA JUS’ HAVE LISTENED?!” she screamed, lifting the mattress and flipping it off the bed. She kicked over buckets along the wall, picking up one and throwing it at the stove. Seeing the knife he had used to threaten her laying on the ground, she picked it up and attacked the mattress, the feathers inside it flying all over the room. All of the pent up anger and frustration and fear and sadness that she had been desperately trying to hold inside was released into that room, into those stabs.
Curly had come in from the field to chop firewood, which placed him not far from the smokehouse. When Laurey started her destruction, he heard the commotion and took off running. He could hardly believe it when he traced the sounds to the smokehouse. He ran inside and saw Laurey, tears running down her face and she stabbing the mattress over and over. Cautiously, he approached her, laying his hand on her back. “Laurey?”
She dropped the knife and took her face into her hands. Curly sat on the floor beside her and took her into his arms. “Why did he have t’ do it, Curly? Why couldn’t he jus’ let me be? Why couldn’t he of jus’ left when I told him I f’ared ‘im?” she sobbed into Curly’s chest.
“I don’t know, Laurey, I don’t know.” He didn’t know what else to say. As desperately as he felt that he should’ve found her sooner, she didn’t blame him. He was the only one who blamed himself. But it didn’t matter if he felt he should have been there. She finally had come to terms with who was really to blame. “I’m so sorry.”
And there in the smokehouse, covered in feathers and tears, Curly held Laurey as she cried out her pain.
That night, Curly went back out to the smokehouse and, with Laurey’s blessing, set the smokehouse ablaze. Aunt Eller and Laurey watched through the kitchen window of the house as the old smokehouse burned to the ground, left only in smoldering ashes, taking with it the awful reminder of the attack and the man who perpetrated it.
Over the next few months, the focus of the McClain household changed to not only center around Laurey, but around Laurey and the soon-to-arrive baby. The ladies of the town threw her a baby shower and Curly ordered and put together a crib for the baby, placing it across the room from their bed. It wouldn’t be long now until baby McClain would arrive.
One afternoon, Curly was out in the field bringing in the crop and he heard the bell ring from the main house. His heart leaped and he took off running, a wide smile across his face. His baby was coming.
He ran into the house and directly up to his and Laurey’s room. But before he could really take in the scene or get to Laurey, Aunt Eller had ushered him back out into the hall. “The husband stays downstairs and waits,” she explained to him.
“But Aunt Eller – “
“No ‘buts’. Now git.” She then turned on her heel and returned to the room with Laurey.
Curly was going nuts downstairs. He tried to sit, but he couldn’t manage to stay still. He paced back and forth so many times, he thought he might wear a hole in the floor. He could hear Laurey yelling in pain upstairs and all he wanted to do was rush to her side.
Laurey tried desperately to be strong. She fought the pain of contractions for several hours, but as the pain got worse, she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted her Curly. “Aunt Eller,” she said, breathing heavily after her last bought of pain, “Please. Go git Curly.”
“But Laurey, the menfolk ain’t supposed t’ – “
“I don’t keer!” Laurey never raised her voice to Aunt Eller, but she needed to make her point. Aunt Eller didn’t seem to understand. Curly had already seen her at her worst. She needed him to be there, to hold her hand.
“Doc, what do ya think?” Aunt Eller asked, grasping at straws, hoping to have some support on her side.
“I think that the baby will be heer soon and if’n it will help Laurey, then git him up here,” the doctor replied before going back to monitoring Laurey.
Begrudgingly, Aunt Eller left the room and found the nervous Curly still pacing in the front room. “Curly?”
Curly whipped his head around and looked at Aunt Eller. “Is the baby here?” he asked, a mix of concern and happiness behind his words.
“Nearly, but Laurey wants ya.”
“I thought I culdn’t –“
“Jus’ go ‘fore I change my mind.” Curly took off up the stairs, Aunt Eller coming up behind him.
When he entered the room, he was concerned for Laurey. Her face was covered in sweat and she looked exhausted. He took the chair by her head and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead. “I’m here, Laurey. I’m here,” he told her softly. Aunt Eller stood behind Curly, still there for support.
“Alright, Laurey, get ready to push,” Doc Tyler told her.
“Does that mean –“ Curly started to ask, but the doctor cut him off.
“You’re about to be a father, Curly.”
Laurey held Curly’s hand and pushed as hard as she could. Curly cheered her on, wiping her forehead with a wet cloth and kissing her between pushes. Curly looked toward the doctor and he saw his baby enter the world. Crying sounds filled the air, first from the baby and then from Laurey and Curly. Their baby was here.
“It’s a girl!” Doc Tyler called out and handed the baby over the Aunt Eller to clean up. Aunt Eller brought the baby over to Laurey and Laurey cradled the baby in her arms, Curly leaning in close.
“She’s beautiful, just like her momma,” Curly said, tears in his eyes. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Laurey’s forehead just before he kissed his baby girl for the first time.
“What’s her name?” Doc Tyler asked. “For the birth certificate.”
Laurey and Curly looked at each other. They hadn’t really thought about it. But, looking down at his baby girl, the spitting image of her mom, all Curly could think about was how incredibly beautiful she was. She deserved a name as beautiful.
“Skye Rose McClain,” Curly said aloud, looking down at Laurey. “What do you think? She makes me think so much of you and your favorite color is that light blue color of the sky on a beautiful summer’s day. And she is so beautiful, just like a rose. It’s jus’ now spring and the roses are startin’ to bloom.”
Laurey looked up at Curly and back down at her little girl. “It’s perfect. She’s perfect. Skye Rose McClain.”
Aunt Eller lit the lanterns around the room for light as the sun had almost completely set. The room was full of a warm glow. Doc Tyler gave Laurey his orders for caring for herself as she recovered from giving birth and left, leaving the newly formed family. And suddenly, everything Laurey had been through in the past months was the furthest thing from her mind. She knew that everything would be alright. Curly was by her side to protect her and their baby girl and she had her own little family to take care of, with Aunt Eller’s help, of course. It’s not that she would ever forget what Jud did to her; no one could expect that of her. But she could see now what truly mattered was right there in her arms and there at her bedside.
THE END
Author's Note: Well, as the final 2 weeks of the production of Oklahoma! I am working on gets started, this story comes to an end. I hope you have enjoyed the ride with me. This is the first fic that I have started and actually fully finished, so I am actually quite proud of myself. Hopefully that last paragraph isn't too cheesy for you; I almost didn't include it, but I thought that it didn't feel totally complete without it.
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