Chapter 14

Even though he was somewhere around forty, Christian was easy to look at and churk—that is, a lot more fun than his older brother. He’d wrestle and footrace and play mumbly-peg with us all day long. He brought a ball he’d made out of cow leather and a bat carved from an ash limb. Christian would organize a game of round ball anytime he could find enough players. He’d gotten even more rabid about it after they organized the National League back east and started calling it baseball. We didn’t have enough for two full teams, but that didn’t slow him down. We just played short-handed.