The Wild Dominion Boy
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Chapter 6: Summer 1919
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 6: Summer 1919 - Uprooted from rural Dorset as a child, Jack Barnesfield is given a second chance when he is taken in by a farming family in Ontario. As he grows to manhood, war, love and old grievances shape his life. From the trenches of the Great War to the quiet fields of Canada, Jack journeys in search of justice, only to learn that the things of the past are sometimes best left in the past.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Farming Historical Military War Cheating Cuckold Pregnancy Voyeurism
His third transatlantic crossing was probably the best inasmuch as Jack had a small cabin all to himself. The downside of this was that he had time to think. Vengeance as an abstract concept was one thing, the reality was something else. He had no doubt that Hurley deserved nothing but contempt for the way that he had treated Jack’s grandmother, for the way he had treated the pupils under his care, and for what he had done to the young John Barnesfield.
Agnes Hurley was not complicit in his crime. At the time, Jack had told himself that she could have refused him. He had never forced the situation, but had let it take its own course.
For a week he struggled with his conscience and, in the end, his conscience got the better of him.
Yes, he had been unfair. He tried to justify it but couldn’t. Once done, it wasn’t something that could be undone.
Finally, the ship reached Halifax, Nova Scotia. He would soon be home. Yet, when the train pulled into Cornwall, Ontario, Jack got off.
With only the hazy memory of a name on a label pinned to an oversized overcoat, he went towards the Post Office. The lady there was kindly but had never heard of anyone called James Grimes.
Jack explained the circumstances of Nipper’s arrival in the town.
“Where were you left?” the lady asked.
“Waterloo.”
“And if I went to Waterloo, and asked after the name on your label would I have any success?”
Jack smiled and said, “I take your point.”
He took a room for the night, and the next day Jack continued his journey. When the train stopped at Brockville, Ontario, he stayed in his seat. As it pulled out of the station, he called out, “Goodbye Grubb, I hope you’ve had a good life.” This drew some strange looks from his fellow passengers.
They eventually arrived at Kitchener. The last time he had seen the place it was called Berlin. Jack changed trains for Waterloo.
The old town looked much as he remembered it. The biggest change was that store signs were no longer displayed in the Fraktur lettering. The names upon them had altered too. Heinrich Schmidt’s store now belonged to someone called Henry Smith.
It wasn’t until he went inside did he realise that Heinrich was still there. He had just changed his name to appear more Canadian. Heinrich was pleased to see him, but there was something less friendly, less open in his manner.
Wilhelm Koch, or Bill Cook as he now called himself, gave Jack a lift out to the farm gate. He offered Wilhelm some money, never expecting him to take it, but he did.
As Jack walked the long track leading to the cabin, the door flew open and Daniel ran towards him, screaming, “Jack’s home! Jack’s home!”
Jack dropped his suitcase and the boy jumped into his arms. They hugged each other warmly. Hilda and Murray appeared at the cabin door. Hilda tore off her apron and ran forward. Murray stood on the porch grinning.
“We got your letter yesterday saying that you were leaving Southampton, it probably came on the same boat as you. Let me look at you. Are you wounded? Are you well? Have you been getting enough to eat?” asked Hilda as she embraced both of them at the same time.
“I’m fine, I’m just fine,” laughed Jack.
He put Danny down and then embraced Hilda more passionately. They kissed deeply.
Daniel lifted the suitcase and carried it forward. Jack and Hilda walked hand in hand.
“Welcome home boy!” exclaimed Murray, as he stepped towards them. The two of them embraced.
Jack said, “I’m sorry, it was selfish of me to go off and leave the farm.”
“No, you had to see the world. I knew you’d come back; at least I hoped you would.”