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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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The next day, the couple woke up late, having been completely exhausted from their adventures the night before. Laurey had started to cook fresh eggs for their breakfast as Curly went out to get the newspaper from the porch, sent from town by Aunt Eller with a note that told Curly she would spend a good portion of her day in town, giving him and Laurey plenty of time to themselves. Curly smiled. She really was the best in-law he could’ve asked for. What he didn’t realize was that it was more than her being a good in-law that lay behind the need for time alone. As soon as he moved the note aside and saw the headline, he came back to the reality of the past few months. The headline of the town newspaper read, “MAN ACCUSED OF ASSAULT AWAITS DELAYED TRIAL.” He scanned the paper as quickly as he could, trying to find out what all the article revealed. “Jud Fry remains in prison in town until his trial can be carried out. It has been delayed, as the only judge available is Andrew Carnes and he is busy preparing for his daughter Ado Annie’s marriage to Will Parker. That means that Fry will continue to be held, for the safety of the victim, their family, and the rest of the town, until a trial and verdict can be reached. The defendant continues to assert he is not guilty.”
Curly didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to upset Laurey with this news, but he also knew she had a right to know. Curly reentered the house and approached her cautiously, telling her to take the eggs off the stove and to come have a seat with him. She was concerned, but followed his directions. Taking her hand in his, he explained to her about the article and that Jud was still here in the town’s jail because the trial was delayed.
“B-but Curly, what if he gits out? He’ll jus’ come hurt me agin,” she said, slightly frantic.
“He will never tetch ya agin,” Curly assured her, his voice strong and confident. “I won’t let ‘im. He’ll be daid ‘fore he could so much as think ‘bout it.” And he meant it. He would shoot Jud if he dared to try to get near Laurey again.
For the next several weeks, the couple was on their guard. Laurey didn’t take a trip to town without Curly by her side and, even then, they would go out of their way to go nowhere near to the town’s jail for fear Jud might see Laurey out of his cell window. But as the weeks wore on, Laurey seemed to wear down. She was far more tired than she ever had been before and then, one morning, Curly awoke to the sound of her retching into a bucket in their room. “Laurey, honey?” He approached her gently, laying a comforting hand on her back as she threw up. When she had finished, he helped her get herself cleaned up and lead her back to sit on their bed. Thinking it must just be an illness of some kind, he tucked her into bed and told her to stay there and rest before he headed out to the fields, making sure to let Aunt Eller know that she was under the weather.
But the nausea continued to haunt Laurey, even a week later. Curly couldn’t stand to leave her that way without him another day and he placed a call to Doctor Tyler that morning, urging him to come as quickly as he could to help his Laurey.
The news the couple received, based on the doctor’s examination of Laurey, was not what they had planned to hear. Curly had pictured the doctor having to bleed Laurey or she would have to take medicine to cure what was ailing her. Instead, Doc Tyler told them, “Well, unfortunately, I cain’t help what ails ya, Mrs. McClain.”
Curly and Laurey both were shocked. “But, Doc, she’s been sick for at least a week,” Curly insisted, thinking the doctor hadn’t perceived the seriousness of the situation.
“Oh, it’s been there longer than that, Curly.” The doctor smiled at them, meeting their confused and concerned stares. “Mrs. McClain is gonna have a bebe.”
Curly was dumbfounded. “A-are ya sher, Doc?”
“O’ course. That sick feelin’ is the bebe growin’. Unfortunately, I cain’t fix it and it’s gonna go on fer a while, but I thinks ya might be able to handle this as the reason.” Curly rushed over to the bed and took Laurey into his arms. “With this here bein’ the end o’ summer, I’d say you’d be expectin’ to have yer bebe here near the start of spring.” He quickly packed up the rest of his things before saying, “Congratulations, you two,” giving them a kind smile.
“Thank ya, Doctor!” Curly exclaimed. He gave Laurey a kiss and then proceeded to show the doctor out, but the doctor stopped him in the hall.
“She’s in a delicate state right now, Curly,” the doctor explained. “I don’t know when Jud’s trial is, but the stress ain’t good fer her. You keep a close eye on her and that bebe,” he warned.
Curly took the warning seriously, but a concern still burned in his brain. “I’ll take care of her, fer sher, Doc, but yer sher that it ain’t…”
“I’m sher. She’d be showin’ by now if’n it were from the attack. You’s gonna be a father, Curly,” the doctor reassured him and the men finished their trek down the stairs to show the doctor out.
Curly practically waited on Laurey and hand and foot after that. He made sure was sitting down any time he saw her and he refused to allow her to do any lifting, carrying, or anything else strenuous. But Laurey didn’t take so kindly to that, insisting he return to working on the farm and that she would be fine. Physically, she was fine. But Ado Annie had announced that her wedding would be in just a couple of months and Laurey knew that the trial would not be far behind.
Over those next weeks, Laurey began to show. Her belly poked out from her heavy skirts, revealing the bump that held her and Curly’s baby. At night, as Curly would hold her, he would rest his hand on top of the bump, protecting not only her, but also their baby.
Soon enough, it was Ado Annie’s wedding day, and Curly escorted Laurey, never removing his hand from her waist. While it was a perfectly lovely wedding, Laurey was distracted the whole night. As soon as they could wish the happy couple the best, Curly escorted Laurey home, telling everyone that she was just tired. But Curly knew better. She was scared, scared of what was to come now that Mr. Carnes wouldn’t be tied up with wedding plans. She was scared of Jud.
The next morning, Aunt Eller had gone into town to pick up a few things from the market. When she returned, she held in her hand a newspaper and two letters. She rang the bell to get Curly back up to the main house, but Laurey inevitably heard it and knew something wasn’t right. “Aunt Eller? Why’s you callin’ Curly up heer? Everythin’ alright?” Laurey asked, coming out on to the porch to see what the matter was.
“It’s fine, Laurey. Go back inside. I’ll be in shortly,” she told her. Laurey didn’t believe her, but had no real choice but to do as she asked. She knew her Aunt Eller. If she has made up her mind to not tell her what was going on, then she wasn’t going to know.
Curly ran up to meet Aunt Eller on the porch, out of breath from having run the whole way. “W-what is it, Aunt Eller? Is Laurey okay?”
“Laurey is jus’ fine, Curly, but you need to see this,” she said, shoving the newspaper into his hands. The headline on the front page read: TRIAL FINALLY SCHEDULED AFTER ALMOST SIX MONTHS. Curly read furiously, finding that the trial had been scheduled for the following week.
“We shuldn’t tell her, Aunt Eller. It ain’t good fer her in her state.”
“There’s more,” Aunt Eller told him, handing him the letters. One was addressed to him and the other to Laurey.
He ripped his letter open and scanned it. He was being called to testify. He looked at the sealed letter in his hand addressed to Laurey, knowing that it had to say the same. “She cain’t, Aunt Eller. She cain’t. Doc Tyler said it weren’t no good fer her ‘cause of the bebe.”
“Son, I don’t think it matters. She were the one who Jud attacked. Ef she don’t show, it jus’ yer word aginst his and ya weren’t even there til after. He’ll git set free.”
“Dammit,” he said, turning to enter the house and closing the door behind him. Laurey was there in the front room, waiting.
Curly took a deep breath. “How are ya feelin’?” he asked, trying to make sure that she would be okay to handle the news.
“I’m fine. What’s goin’ on, Curly? Aunt Eller wuldn’t tell me nuthin’.”
“The trial has been scheduled,” he admitted, watching her face to make sure she was okay.
“Oh… When?” was all she could get out.
“Next week.”
Laurey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay.”
Curly went to the rocking chair she was seated in and crouched down beside her. “Laurey?”
“I’m fine, Curly,” she said, going back to her knitting.
“Laurey, they’s need ya to be there. To testify.” The knitting needles fumbled in her hands and the yarn fell into her lap in a tangled mess. “They wants me too and I promise I’ll be there fer ya every second.”
Laurey gave a meek nod and desperately tried to hold in her tears, feeling them burn behind her eyes as she fought to keep them there. “I’ll jus’…I’ll be in our room.”
“Are ya alright? Here, let me come ‘th ya,” he offered, attempting to help her from her chair.
“I’m fine, Curly. Ya shuld git back to the fields while it’s still light out,” she told him sternly.
Curly felt completely helpless. He promised to protect her, but there was nothing he could do. Regretfully, he heeded her orders and returned to work, hoping she would allow him to comfort her later that night.
But that evening, Mr. Carnes came to talk to Curly and Laurey.
“How ya doin’, Laurey?” Mr. Carnes inquired politely.
“I’m fine, Mr. Carnes. How’s Ado Annie?” she replied, trying to not sound as numb as he felt inside.
“She’s good. Off on her honeymoon now. But that means I gots to get back to werk,” he said, getting around to the reason for his visit. “I’m sorry I culdn’t stop ‘em from makin’ ya testify, Laurey. It’s jus’ that you was the one –“
“It’s fine,” she cut him off, not wanting to really discuss it.
“I’ll try to make ‘em be as gentle and quick as possible sos ya can come back home. I knows ya needs yer rest in yer condition.”
“I’ll be there. I wants to hear the verdict,” she said, causing both men concern.
“Laurey, honey,” Curly said, going to her side, “I don’t know that that’s the best thing fer the bebe.” He knew that, if Jud were, by some small chance, found innocent, he didn’t want Laurey anywhere near that courthouse when they set him free.
“I has to know, Curly. I’ll be there, Judge. Now, ef you’ll excuse me, I’m feelin’ a bit tired this evening.” With that Laurey left the room to climb the stairs to her bedroom.
Author's Note: The time jump in this chapter isn't as smooth as I would like, but it also didn't work to break the chapter there, so hopefully you don't mind it too much. I'd love to hear your thoughts! Thanks for reading!
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