1. The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks


    Date: 3/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    thought it ironic that the carefully constructed brick chimneys of the old mansion had largely crumbled to piles of rubble, and yet the chimneys of the old slave cabins, crude, and made of rough field stone, still stood tall. “Can we walk back by the woods for a few minutes, before it gets dark?” He looked at the sky. “We have time before dark; the storm is still a ways off too, but the mosquitoes will be bad.” “It’s alright; they don’t bother me much, and they never seem to bite you.” He laughed as they turned into the slightly overgrown path that led back toward the stone chimneys. “I think this old hide is too tough for them to bite through.” He sighed, and put his big hand on her shoulder affectionately. “You do like to walk among the ghosts, don’t you, Miss Elizabeth?” “It’s not ghosts for me, Henry, it’s my childhood. It’s where I played with your boys and my other friends. For me it’s happy memories. We used to play around and climb on these old chimneys. ” She looked sidelong at him, admiring the seams and craggy lines of his beloved face, and then rested her hand lightly atop his. “It doesn’t bother you that your family, your ancestors, were once owned by mine? That they were slaves?” “We’ve been over this, Miss Elizabeth. It was a very long time ago, well before even my time. It serves no man well to carry these things, to harbor anger or hatred. And besides, if those things hadn’t happened, I’d have never had the pleasure of watching you grow up, of being born and ...
    raised here, in this beautiful place. I might have never been born, or served in the Navy of this incredible country, or met my Mary or had my beautiful boys. Things happen for a reason.” “You’re an amazing man, Henry; I’ve always been proud to share my name with you.” He laughed. “I’ve strived not to bring shame to it. That was not uncommon, you know, for the slave families to take the surname of their masters, especially the ones that stayed together for generations.” She knew all of that, they’d spoken of it before, but each time they did it seemed that she discovered new things about her old friend, or gained some new bit of knowledge about her own family’s past. “I still think it was evil, that whole era.” He nodded. “Oh, parts of it were, for certain, but you’re judging an earlier time by the standards of today. It was the way things were back then; these farms and plantations could not have ever existed without something like that. It was born of necessity, and it was all people knew - the cotton wasn’t going to pick itself.” He chuckled. She didn’t. “Some people recognized that it was evil; a war was fought over it, and so many men died.” She knew that she was over-simplifying; that the war had been fought over more than just slavery, but it was something that always left a stain in her memories, the knowledge that her own family had been a party to it. He took her delicate hand in both of his big, dark hands, and patted it gently. “Your grandfather was one of the men ...
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