Old Gods of Appalachia - Episode 28: Paradise Lost

Episode Date: June 17, 2021

Miss Virginia heads west while young Tommy stays behind as Jack’s right hand man and discovers that things are almost never what they seem.CW: Animal carcass eaten by a monster, geese.Written by Cam CollinsNarrated by Steve ShellSound design by Steve ShellProduced by Cam Collins and Steve ShellIntro Music: “The Land Unknown (The Hollow Heart Verses)” written and performed by Landon BloodOutro Music: “I Cannot Escape The Darkness” by Those Poor BastardsToday's featured sponsor is Above the Tie — classic, heirloom-quality shaving tools manufactured for the modern era. Visit abovethetie.com and use the code OLD10 to save 10% on your order.LEARN MORE ABOUT OLD GODS OF APPALACHIA: www.oldgodsofappalachia.comCOMPLETE YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA RITUAL:FacebookInstagramTwitterBlueskySUPPORT THE SHOW:Join us over at THE HOLLER to enjoy ad-free episodes, access exclusive storylines and more.Find t-shirts, hoodies, mugs, and other Old Gods merch at www.teepublic.com/stores/oldgodsofappalachia.Transcripts available on our website at www.oldgodsofappalachia.com/episodes.Old Gods of Appalachia is a production of DeepNerd Media and is distributed by Rusty Quill. All rights reserved.Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/old-gods-of-appalachia. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Right about now. Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror, anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences. So listener discretion is advised. Ambition is a funny thing, family. It can drive you to achieve amazing things if you harness it just right and ride it with skill and finesse. Helps ambition can ride you, driving you to pride and greed. and sometime all manner of even worse sins.

An ambition is tricky. You might think you have the reins firmly in hand, only to have it snap back around and bite you the moment you let your guard down. Now, Tommy Adkins was doing his best to harness his ambition, and he thought he was doing an admirable job. His ambitions weren't prideful or motivated so much by his own self-interest, He just wanted to build a good life for him and Jenny. But we all know what they say about good intentions, don't we, family?

Yes, we do. It had been near six months since Tommy had seen his sweetheart, Miss Virginia Eastep, onto a train bound for California. Mr. Fields, the man who'd offered to help Tommy and Jenny after they'd been robbed upon arrival in paradise, had been as good as his word. He'd met Tommy and Jenny for breakfast at little diners, the morning after they'd struck their bargain,

and handed Jenny an envelope that contained a new train ticket and enough cash to replace her stolen things, and then some. She'd purchased a new suitcase and some clothes and even had enough to buy a nice Sunday dress, a fine hat, and a pair of good shoes to wear it auditions. Jenny had been overjoyed and very grateful. Now, you take good care, Mr. Fields, she admonished him as they stood on the platform at the train station,

looking radiantly happy in a new green dress and her fine hat and shoes. He's been so kind to us. Yes, ma'am, Tommy had promised, and snuck another kiss in for good measure. Then he'd handed her up into the train car, and she'd waved from her seat by the window as the engine carried her away into the future, toward the golden state. And Tommy had stayed behind, carried into his own future. by a man currently known as Mr. J.T. Fields of Paradise.

Mr. Fields, or Jack, as he'd insisted Tommy call him, seeing as we're going to be such good friends, had put Tommy to work that very afternoon. Now, he'd set Tommy up with a room in a boarding house that he happened to own, which was managed by a lady about his mamma's age named Miss Booth, which was desperately in need of a good handyman. Tommy spent that first day repairing busted door latches, stuck drawers and other minor household inconveniences, and his new landlady rewarded him handsomely at the end of the day

with her own home cooking, cornbread, butter beans, and a delectable pork chop. The next day, Jack had appeared bright and early as Tommy, Miss Booth, and two of her other boarders sat around, the breakfast table and after joining them for bacon and eggs Jack had taken Tommy around town to introduce him to his various other tenants another boarding house a haberdasher downtown a few small single-family homes who might call upon him for property-related matters Miss Booth's place had a telephone in the kitchen and any time a pipe burst or a kid playing baseball broke a window the tenants would call there and if Tommy was out Miss Booth would take down a message. Tommy was given free reign to use the telephone. A privilege not afforded the other borders to whom she charged a nickel, which was handy, as it allowed him to keep in touch with his parents, and his mommy and daddy weren't too thrilled when Tommy had called to deliver the news

that he'd be staying on in paradise, a hotbed of all manner of sin and iniquity according to his mother, Emma. And to be fair, during his short time in the bustling border town, Tommy had seen quite the breadth and variety of sinning. Boyd Adkins was a bit more circumspect in his disapproval, though he did ask who exactly was going to help Emma on the farm now, the farm that Tommy himself had insisted they should expand. Now that question, at least, was fairly easily resolved. Tommy had written home to his longtime friend, Greenie Kaiser, to see if Greenie might help out his mama around the farm a few afternoons for an extra dollar or two a week. And Greenie, who loved Emma like she was his own mother had been happy to help out.

And thus Tommy's parents grudgingly accepted his sudden departure and new vocation as handyman, Aaron Boy, and sometimes chauffeur to Jack Fields. Over time, as Jack learned to trust Tommy's judgment and came to rely on him more and more, the variety of chores and responsibility Tommy was tasked with had become interesting. sting. The first of his more unusual tasks involved a plot of farmland outside of town, a long narrow stretch alongside a bear creek that was choked with stinging nettles, thorny vines, locust trees, and briars. Knowing Tommy's experience with farm work, Jack had asked that he cleared that patch of land, which he thought would make a fine spot for growing some tobacco, so

Tommy had taken his truck out there early one morning, just as the sun was peeking over the and pulled on a heavy pair of work gloves and set to ripping up fines and nittles. And once that was done, he'd fetched a hatchet from the truck and started chopping down the spiky little locust trees and their briar bushes and it was a long, hard day. Tommy had to work into the early evening, but by the end of it, the brush was cleared and the land was ready to plow. He returned to Miss Boos, ate the plate of supper she'd saved for him, and had fallen into bed, exhausted.

A couple days later, he stopped by Jack's office. with the rents he'd collected from various tenants, and Jack had asked him casually, didn't you tell me you cleared the Bear Creek land on Monday? Yes, sir, said Tommy, cleared out all of them old briars and such, just like you asked. Jack chuckled. You sure you didn't clear out some other farmer's plot by mistake? I was just out there this morning. It looked the same as ever.

Tommy's brow furrowed. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't. Your land has that old oak in the southwest corner. that's an easy marker to find. Jack shook his head. Maybe you just miss some. You give her another look to see what's what, hey Tommy boy? The next morning, Tommy lit out even earlier than before,

well before son up, and drove the truck back over to Jack's plot on Bear Creek, armed this time with a full-size axe and having been stuck pretty good the last time he came to this property, a pair of thick leather work gloves that reached his elbows and a tough canvas work coat. Just as Jack had said, the land was once again nodded with all manner of thorny vines and prickly scrub brush,

as if Tommy had never laid a hand to it. So Tommy spent another long, hot day chopping down nettles and sticking vines and barbed trees, and at the end of it, he piled all the discarded brush up and burned it for good measure. Next morning, Tommy went down to Jack's office, first thing after breakfast to let him know the task was done. Why, you never? Jack said, boy, I passed by there this morning, and it was just the same as it always has been.

Now, Tommy didn't much appreciate being called a liar, so he suggested Jack meet him there the very next day around Sunna. He'd see for himself that Tommy was doing the work. Or if somehow Tommy had cleared the wrong plot of land, which he knew for sure he had not, then Jack could correct his course and the whole misunderstanding would be resolved. When Tommy pulled the truck up to the same piece of scrub land, he'd already cleared twice the next morning, he found Jack waiting for him, and the man had confirmed that this was indeed the right spot. Well, then, Tommy said, I hate to say this, Mr. Fields, but I believe you got yourself some cursed land here. Curst? Jack snorted. Ain't no such thing. That's fools talk, Tommy Atkins.

Tommy sighed. All right, then Jack, I'll do the work this one last time, but I want you to meet me back here at sundown. You'll see the work's been done, and then I want nothing more to do with this place. Jack allowed as to how that was fair, and so Tommy set to work clear in that same parcel of land again, and by this time he was good and mad at it,

and he chopped the locust trees and briar bushes and nettles down with a vengeance. And by the time Jack returned at sunset, Tommy'd already piled up the remains of all that brush, a sizable bonfire, which blazed away merrily, giving Jack a good clear view of a flat, bare stretch of farmland. Well, this looks good, Tommy, Jack said. You do mighty fine work. I don't suppose I could convince you to come back tomorrow and get to work tilling, could I?

Hell no, Tommy said and spat on the ground at his feet. I appreciate all you've done for me, Mr. Fields, but I'll not set foot on this ground again. All right then, Jack said, fair enough. And the two men stepped to their respective trucks and parted ways for the night. Two days later, Tommy passed by the little stretch of land on Bear Creek on his way down to Baker's Gap to deliver a package, which he strongly suspected might contain Moonshine to the local hardware store. He was not at all surprised to see that same tangle of brambles and vines choking the parcel again, and some other poor fool hard at work trying to clear it for Jack Fields.

Not long after, Jack had called over to Miss Booth to summon Tommy down to his office again. Tommy, I want you to know I'm real sorry about that farmland. Jack began. I shouldn't doubt it's your word. I see now you're an honest boy. Jack stuck out his hand. No hard feelings. I appreciate you saying it, Tommy said, and shook Jack's outstretched hand. No hard feelings. I've got another little chore I'd like to hand over to you if you're willing. Tommy allowed as he was, and Jack proceeded to tell him about a certain farm. He owned a good ten miles outside a paradise proper, where he kept a flock of geese.

The old man who had formerly occupied the farmhouse on the property intended the geese in exchange for a significant discount on the rent had recently died. And driving out to take care of him every day was sorely taxing Jack's time and resources. Now that they'd become such very good friends, Jack felt he could trust Tommy with the care and feeding of this very special flock of geese that were so dear to his heart, at least until such time as he found a new tenant whom he could trust with this awesome responsibility.

Now geese, as anybody with a lick of sense knows, are ill-tempered and violent creatures at the best of times. Tommy could not imagine why anyone would want them anywhere near their property, much less invite them there on purpose. Nevertheless, he figured a short drive out in the country to feed some geese wouldn't take up too much of his time and Tommy'd always been an animal lover. He couldn't stand the thought of any poor critter going hungry, even if it was a goose. Now, Tommy's first visit to feed Jack's geese went pretty smoothly.

He had a busy day ahead, so he was out at Jack's old farm before Sunup. And he found the goose pen, just as Jack had described it, a wide square. area behind the house that encompassed a man-made pond and some small trees for shade surrounded by a high fence topped with netting. There was also a structure similar to a chicken coop where Tommy imagined the geese must nest. At first Tommy didn't see any of the occupants early as it still was but as he began tossing a mixture of corn, various seeds and grasses over the fence they came running honking and flapping as geese are want to do. They didn't pay Tommy much mind. Focus as they were

on fresh food and all seemed normal enough. It wasn't long before Tommy discovered just what had so endeared the cranky birds to Jack Fields. Tommy had been busy all morning with one thing and another and it was mid-afternoon before he could make it out

to the farm to tend to the geese. He was scattering Jack's special recipe goose feed through the fence when the bird nearest him suddenly flooded her wings and emitted a slightly startled squat. Tommy heard a soft thump, and when he looked down, he saw the glint of gold shining in the sunlight at his feet. An egg. To all appearances, the goose had laid an egg made out of gold.

Now, Tommy was no thief, but he thought he must be seeing things. It couldn't possibly be what it appeared, and he just had to inspect the object. for himself to figure out what exactly was going on here. It wasn't far inside the fence. It was just within reach. And so Tommy knelt down and reached inside to pluck the egg-shaped object from the grass. Mama goose let out an enraged hiss and a gout of flame erupted from her bill as her head darted forward toward Tommy's outstretched fingers. Tommy yelped and jerked his singed knuckles back, Falling hard on his backside and the grass outside the pen as the hissing, flame-spewing goose advanced.

He scuttled quickly backwards on his hand, safely out of range, and he held up his hands in surrender. Sorry, Mama, no harm intended, I'll let you be, and quickly retreated to his truck. Thereafter, Tommy made a special effort to get to the farm early in the morning. When the geese seemed quieter and to avoid that particular goose. entirely. A while after Tommy had taken charge of the geese, Jack called him down to his office again. Tommy, boy, you done real good work here, Jack said, leaning back in his chair and stretching. You proved yourself trustworthy. You ain't even tried to steal one of my eggs, he chuckled. Now, I got another special favor I need to ask you. I know I've been keeping you pretty busy,

but this one only has to be done every other week, so it shouldn't be too much trouble. See, I got another little... I got a friend I need you to take care of. His name's tiny. He lives way up on the mountain. A place called Leary Cave. I'll draw you a map. I just need you to take him a side of beef every other Friday.

You think you can take care of that for me? Tommy had shrugged. Sure, Jack. He delivered packages to various and sundry places for Jack every day. Sounded easy enough? Of course. it was slightly more complicated than Jack let on. First, it couldn't be any old side of beef.

Jack, it turned out, had imported a herd of cows directly from England, specifically for this purpose. Tiny, it seemed, was a very picky eater, and Tommy had to drive 20 miles out of his way to pick the beef up from the butcher who prepared them special for Jack. Second, Jack explained, Tiny had very sensitive eyes and couldn't much stand the sunlight, so Tommy had to arrive just at dusk for Tiny to come out and meet him.

While these requirements made the whole chore somewhat inconvenient, the map Jack drew for him was clear and accurate. Tommy had no trouble finding his way up the narrow, twisty mountain roads to the location marked clearly with an X. Tommy had imagined the area he was. was visiting was simply named for a local landmark, the eponymous Leary Cave. He was not expecting to crest the top of a rise and find himself not pulling into the yard of some mountaineer's cabin, but coming to a stop before the mouth of the cave itself. Sitting in his truck, Tommy stared,

dumbfounded for a moment. Leary Cave was massive, and it was sealed off with what appeared to be large, sturdy iron grate, although the spaces between its bars looked large enough for Tommy to walk through easily. Tommy guessed they might have been installed for structural integrity rather than to keep people out. And from deep within, he could see the flickering of firelight. Heaving a weary sigh, Tommy climbed from the truck, pulled the side of beef from the back of the truck, and slung it over his shoulder and made his way toward the cave. Tommy had barely reached the grate before the firelight he glimpsed was suddenly cast in shadow and a deep voice boomed from within the cave. Fee, thigh, foe, thumb. I smell the blood of an English. How? Tommy heard a deep snuffling sound.

What's this? Not Jack? In the gathering gloom, Tommy saw an enormous hulking figure stepped from the shadows to peer out of the mouth of Leary Cave. A body so large its owner had to hunch to keep from striking its head. And suddenly Tommy realized the great had not been intended to keep anyone out at all. Who's this, this thing? come calling at my home this night. My name's Tommy.

Tommy Atkins. Jack sent me to bring your delivery. That is, if you're Mr. Tiny. The booming voice chuckled. So old Jack's found himself a new errand boy, eh? Well, boy. See there. "'Just pass it through the bars for me.'

"'Tommy couldn't say he'd mind to relieve himself of his burden. "'Aside of beef is mighty heavy even for a strong young man, "'so he did as he was asked, "'shrugging the dead cow off his shoulder "'and moving to set it down inside the grate. "'Moving faster than Tommy would have believed anyone that large could, "'the giant snatched at the beef, "'his enormous hands gripping both the cow

"'and Tommy's coat sleeve as he grinned. Tommy let back, wiggling out of his coat and watched it disappear through the bars along with the meat. The giant winked. Jack likes to use a pitchfork to pass it through. He said conversational as he began tearing into the side of beef with his bare hands and teeth. Tommy thought with a shiver how sharp the thick yellow nails and gleaming white teeth must be. Well, Mr. Tiny, I guess I'll be going, Tommy said finally. I'll see you in a couple weeks.

Tiny grunted. You tell your master boy, he can send all the hired hands up this mountain he wants. But the day's coming, I'll grind his bones to make my bread. Tommy had taken the giant's piece of advice to heart and stopped by the hardware store for a nice long-handled pitchfork as well as a shovel just in case he needed to smack those enormous hands before his next trip up the mountain.

Tommy had been living in paradise, fetching and carrying and delivering and fixing things for Jack for now and half a year. When one warm afternoon Jack called him down to his office and invited him to sit a spell and poured them both a drink. Well, Tommy, he announced as he settled into his chair. I don't know if you've been keeping track,

and I sure have appreciated having your help, but I allow your debt to me is paid by now. And I seem to recall telling you that I could help set you up with a good job. I mean, one, paying a little better than this one, so you can get out to California to join Miss Jenny, am I right? Tommy took a tiny sip of the moonshine jane. Jack had poured him and tried not to cough, coughed anyway, and finally answered.

Yes, sir, that's about what I recall, too. Jack clapped his hands together. Well, that's all good, then. If you'll meet me tomorrow morning at the railway office, I'll be pleased to introduce you to my friend from the railroad and give him my glowing recommendation. Now, I've known him since he was a boy, and he's done right well for himself as the railroad has grown.

if you get the chance, compliment his suit. The boy dresses like he walked out of one of them fashion magazines Miss Jenny likes so much. And he passed Tommy a business card on which he'd scribbled the address. So Tommy had pulled out his best Sunday clothes and paid Miss Booth an extra two bits to wash and iron him special and found himself waiting outside a tall office building the next morning. Jack arrived promptly at nine as promised. He spoke briefly with a young blonde woman with glasses before they were directed upstairs into a spacious office decorated in fine polished hardwood furniture and plush carpet behind the desk.

Sat a much younger man the Tommy had imagined to meet. tall, broad-shouldered, well-dressed, with dark hair, and a fashionably thin mustache. Tommy, I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Nathaniel Locke. Mr. Locke's family owns the entire Lock Rail Company, and one day all of this, he gestured extravagantly around them, will be his. Nathaniel Locke grinned And walked out from behind the desk Reaching out to shake Jack's hand Mr. Fields

Always good to see you He spoke in a warm, rich baritone That seemed to fill the room To what do I owe the pleasure Hoping for a favor Or Jack chuckled Perhaps I should say I'm here to do you one This young man is Mr. Tommy Acky

Tommy here is looking to get into the business. He's been serving as my assistant, hand-a-man. Really, any damn thing I need for a good while now. He's a quick learner, smartest attack, and I assure you you won't find a harder worker. Nathaniel Locke turned his gaze on Tommy. His eyes were bright, sparkling, and as cold as any reptiles.

Tommy felt a sudden, deep chill, hairs on the back of his neck rose. And for a moment he felt a sense of vertigo and the strange cold sensation he'd sometimes gotten when he had to go help his daddy down in the mines. And he almost thought he heard that same strange whisper and he'd heard down there in the dark. Of course, that couldn't be possible, could it? Not in the middle of town on a sunny morning, but it was clear to him as day that there

is something not right. deeply not right about this man. Somehow Tommy found himself mechanically returning Nathaniel Locke's cold smile. He managed to force himself to shake Locke's hands, which was cold and oddly clammy in spite of the warm spring day, and after that that was little for him to do. He sat quietly, smiling and nodding along and answering questions when prompted

and listened to Jack in this terrifying strong. Strangers seemingly plan out his whole future with very little input from Tommy himself. Tommy kept quiet until they'd left the Paradise offices of Lock Rail and walked away into downtown paradise and were seated behind closed doors in Jack's office again. Well, Tommy Boy, it looks like you made a great impression, Jack said. Mr. Locke wants you to start next week. You'll be on your way in no time. I'm sure of it.

No. Tommy said, no, I won't. No. What do you mean? No, this is your big chance, son. Jack, I can't work for that man. There's something, I don't know, there's something not right about him. I can't explain it any better than that. I won't do it.

I can't. For the first time Tommy could remember seeing, Jack frowned. You can and you will. I think you misunderstand the situation here, Mr. Adkins. You're my boy, and you'll stay my boy, and you'll do what you're told. Next week, you will walk into the offices of Lock Rail with a smile on your face and make yourself invaluable to Nathaniel Lock. Fetch his dry cleaning, keep track of his appointment,

hell, polish his shoes with your spit if he asked you to, and in the evenings you'll see me for dinner at me. Miss Booth's. And you'll tell me everything you see and hear. Where he goes, who he meets with, everything that happens in that office. Or what? You can't make me take a job I don't want. Jack's expression darkened.

The glare he turned on Tommy was full of fury. Suddenly Tommy had the inexplicable. illicable, isolated feeling like he'd wandered into the deep woods, far from hearth and home, and the sound of Mama's voice at suppertime. He heard the distant screeching of the cicadas in the summertime. The smell of copperheads rose into the air. Or I will make sure you never see pretty Miss Virginia Eastip again. I do know people in California, Tommy. I can't make sure of it. Tommy stared at Jack in shock.

You wouldn't. You wouldn't hurt Jenny just to punish me. Jack smiled. And it was far from the warm, cordial expression Tommy had grown used to. No, of course not Tommy. I wouldn't hurt her. I just throw a few obstacles her way. Maybe some Hollywood pretty boy to just...

Snatch her right out from under you. Could happen easily, Tommy. She's young and pretty, and you're very far away right now. As for you, though, there I can't make you any promises. Accidents happen, Tommy. They do. Tommy felt cold. It seemed his life had spun suddenly and sharply out of control,

and he had no idea how it had come to this. How? Tommy licked his lips nervously. How long is it supposed to last? You promised me you'd help me get to Jenny faster. You're threatening to keep me away from her, but it doesn't seem like I'm going to be free to go to her. And just like that, Jack's expression was all cheerful smiles again,

the traces of his previous coldness gone in a blank. Oh, not so long, Tommy, boy. Just until I get the information I need, who knows? If you work hard, Mr. Locke might transfer you. to their California office, just like you want. Tommy nodded, feeling numb. All right then, Jack. Jack stood up and clapped him on the shoulder.

You're a good boy, Tommy. And he reached into the cabinet by the desk and pulled out two glass tumblers and a bottle of his favorite shine. As they sat quietly, drinking and watching the sunset through Jack's office window, Tommy found the courage to ask the question, that was praying on his mind.

What is he, Jack? Do you know? Jack shook his head. Don't you ever ask that question again, Tommy, especially outside this room. Don't you ever let on. You know anything is wrong, you understand? To be honest, boy, if I'd known you'd be able to see it,

I would have picked somebody else for this job, but it's too late now, and we've got to play the hand we're dealt. just ignore whatever you see or feel or whatever it is people like you do. Act like everything is normal. It'll all be fine. And that is how Tommy Adkins found himself standing outside the Paradise Offices of Lock Rail Company on a bright sunny Monday morning, brushing off his clothes and trying to steal himself for the ordeal to come. As hard as he tried, it seemed he was never meant to escape.

the dark things of this world. He'd run far from the minds of Esau County, yet all his ambition and planning and hard work had brought him to the same place. Headed. Well, hey there, family. Welcome to the end of our time in the fine city of paradise. We'll leave Tommy Atkins here on his new mission from Jack, and who knows when Jack will call that Mark or do?

But I promise it'll get back around at one point or another. But not right now. Because right now, we have reached the true home stretch. Hell, I wouldn't even call it a stretch. We have reached the end of season two. There are two episodes remaining. Two episodes remaining. And they do not involve our time in paradise.

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