The second day after I came back to my hometown, my brother's wife, Abigail Lambert, showed up at the gate with her whole family in tow, insisting that I'd walked her sister home the night before and forced myself on her out in the cornfield.
Evelyn Lambert stood in the middle of the crowd of neighbors, sobbing herself hoarse, spinning the whole thing out in vivid detail. She said I'd had my eye on her for a long time, that this wasn't even the first time, and that she was carrying my child now.
Abigail planted herself in front of me, grabbed me by the collar, and cracked her palm hard across my face.
"Ferris James, you filthy pervert. No wonder you were so eager to walk little Evelyn home last night. You'd been planning this all along."
"Let me tell you something. Family or not, you're going to answer for this today, or the Lamberts won't let you off."
The whole Lambert clan glared at me. I clenched my fist, and a cold smile touched my mouth.
"Abigail, and just how would you like me to answer for it?"
"You marry Evie, properly, right now. You sign over that storefront in town as the bride price, you treat her and the baby right from here on out, and we'll let it go."
Abigail set her hands on her hips and pitched her voice higher, giving the order like a woman wronged.
I gave an easy smile, and my eyes cut sharp across the two sisters.
"Fine. The second you can prove I'm the animal from last night, I'll come to your door and ask for her hand."
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The yard went quiet. Every eye landed on Evelyn.
Evelyn stopped crying. There was fear and shame in her timid eyes as she spoke, her voice trembling with grief.
"Ferris, you already did this to me. How am I supposed to say it out loud?"
"I'm still just a young girl. If you won't take responsibility, I might as well be dead."
And she made to throw herself against the yard wall. But with this many people watching, she got exactly one step before the crowd hauled her back.
The words set the onlookers off like a pot boiling over.
"My God, is it true? Ferris always seemed so humble and decent. He'd really do a thing like that?"
"She's ready to die to prove she's telling the truth. What do you mean is it true? Who'd smear their own name like that?"
"Fancy college degree, so what. Young men get carried away in the moment. Poor girl, a perfectly good young thing, and now she's pregnant too."
The voices came at me from every side, all talking at once, burying me, suffocating and heavy.
Seeing this, the Lamberts weren't about to stand for it either.
"You son of a bitch, you ruin my daughter and then you want to humiliate us? Today I'll take you down with me."
Evelyn's father charged in swinging a club. I sidestepped, and it slammed into the ground with a bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.
As the second swing came down, my brother's wife lunged in front of her father.
"Dad, don't lose your temper yet. My husband's brother will make this right for Evie, I promise."
She turned to me, let out a helpless sigh, and pressed her case like she meant well.
"Ferris, it's come to this. You did wrong, so be man enough to own it. Evie's carrying your child, so you have to marry her."
"Don't worry. Once you marry her, it's just a matter between husband and wife. You won't get branded a rapist, and it won't touch the background review for that government job you just landed."
Anyone else might have panicked by now, might have caved and agreed because they had no choice.
After all, I'd just passed the interview for the civil-service post, with only the background review left.
After all, if this blew up, even if I was cleared in the end, the review window would already be gone, and years of my work would be finished in a single day.
But they'd read it wrong. They were only lifting the stone to drop it on their own feet.
The ones finished in a single day would be them. The ones who'd lose all face would be no one but the Lamberts.
I looked at Evelyn Lambert, wailing with a flawless performance, then at my brother's wife working me over with threats and honeyed words.
"So I forced myself on you, just last night, out in the cornfield?"
Evelyn nodded hard, tears pouring like they cost her nothing.
"Ferris, you were pawing at me at the dinner table last night, and on the way back, when I wasn't looking, you dragged me into the cornfield and forced yourself on me."
"You covered your face, but I know that white shirt and those red boxers of yours. And this wasn't even the first time."
The onlookers ached for her more with every word.
"Look at that, not even the first time he's done this to the poor girl. What a piece of trash."
"What's there left to say? She's telling the plain truth. Pay up and marry her, or heaven itself won't stand for it."
The townsfolk's accusations rose in wave after wave. The Lamberts glared at me like tigers, ready to bring their clubs down the second I dared say one word of no.
I nodded and fixed a cold stare on Evelyn. "I did drive you home last night. But I got a call from the background-review team on the way. You're the one who told me to go handle it first. So how did that turn into me raping you?"
Evelyn swiped at her tears, thrust her chest out, and rushed right up to me, glaring like she was the wronged one.
"Ferris James, there's no use trying to deny it now. When you forced yourself on me last night, I recognized your clothes, and I made sure to leave a scratch on your arm on purpose, exactly because I was afraid you'd weasel out of it."
She buried her face and broke into bitter sobbing again. "If it weren't for the baby, I'd never have thrown away my dignity as a girl and come looking for you. How can you be this heartless?"
The townsfolk's eyes shot straight to my arm, and my stomach dropped.
Last night at the table, Evelyn stumbled, I reached out to steady her, and her acrylic nails gouged a gash across my arm. She'd apologized over and over then, even dabbed some iodine on it for me.
Staring at the inch-long scratch on my arm, the whole crowd erupted, shouting in fury.
"It really is him. The proof's right there and he still won't own it. How did Jamestown breed a lowlife like this?"
"Looks so decent, and turns out he's this kind of animal. Call 911 now, before he goes after some other girl in town."
Every last one of them crowded around me, cursing, spit landing on my face.
Evelyn's father charged in and drove a kick into my knee.
"You animal, are you going to take responsibility or not? I'll beat you to death today, you filthy pervert—"
The Lamberts closed in around me on cue. Slaps, fists, feet—
Pain shot through my whole body. My roar was swallowed up.
They yanked my pants down.
"Look, red boxers, just like she said—"
"It really is him, a filthy pervert in a decent man's clothes. The government should throw a man like this out—"
Just then a rough, deep voice cut through it all.
"Every one of you, stop."
Not loud, but steady and full of authority.
The beating stopped. Everyone turned toward the gate.
My brother had come rushing back from the county town, bag on his shoulder, worn down by the road, and right behind him stood the officials from the background-review team.
The day my brother heard I'd placed first in the civil-service hiring, he wanted to come straight home. He had a few workers to sort out first, so it dragged until this morning.
Ulysses dropped his bag, swept his eyes fast across the whole scene, and finally settled on my swollen, battered face.
Chairman James stepped up at once, his voice thick with grief.
"Ulysses, thank God you're back. Ferris, that boy, he's really lost his head."
And with that, he told my brother what had happened.
Ulysses walked in one step at a time, pulled me up off the ground, looked me dead in the eye, and said only one thing.
"Ferris, don't be afraid. I've got you."
In that moment, something in my chest warmed, and my eyes stung.
I let him haul me to my feet, steadied myself, and forced out through a raw throat,
"Ulysses, I really didn't do it. I have proof."
The second Abigail saw my brother believed me, she grabbed his arm and put on a look of pure injury.
"Ulysses, how can you stand there and listen to your brother's excuses? He violated my sister. That's a fact."
"You're the older brother. You won't stand up for your own sister-in-law, you won't set things right, and now you want to shield him? What is that, if not bullying the Lamberts because you think we're pushovers?"
Evelyn went one better, eyes brimming, swaying on her feet as she looked at my brother.
"Ulysses, it really was Ferris who did this to me. If you won't stand up for me, then I've got nothing left but to take this baby and die. And it's a James child."
She turned toward the officials from the background-review team standing in the doorway, sobbing until her voice broke.
"You have to stand up for me, please…"
One of the review officials stepped forward, his tone hard.
"Ferris James, you need to explain this incident, and fast. If there's genuine criminal conduct here, we'll report you and strike you from the roster."
Chairman James yanked me over to the corner and dropped his voice.
"Ferris, don't be a fool. Just say it's a young couple's spat, agree to the marriage, and little Evelyn will change her story. But if she really pursues a rape charge, your whole future is finished."
The villagers crowded around now, all chiming in to talk me down.
"Ulysses, go on, talk some sense into your brother. The James family's been more than reasonable. Agree to the match and everybody's happy, isn't that better?"
"And listen, Evie's story is airtight. She said the white shirt, and Ferris really was wearing red underwear. Then there's the scratches on your brother's arm."
Seeing everyone take her side, Abigail's voice climbed.
"You keep refusing, and I'll have Evie and the review officials lay it all out. Then you can sit and wait to be reported and expelled."
My brother's face went dark as he planted himself in front of me.
"Abigail Lambert, my brother would never do something so stupid. Stop slandering him."
He turned to Evelyn.
"Evie, you're certain it was in the cornfield? You're certain you got a clear look and it was Ferris?"
Evelyn's eyes darted away, then she steeled herself and nodded, her voice catching in a sob.
"I did see clearly. It was Ferris."
"When he came home a month ago, I only suspected. But last night I made a point of scratching him, and I looked hard. It was him."
My brother let out a cold laugh.
"Last night the wind was howling something fierce. And you're telling me Ferris walked you home and dragged you off into the cornfield? If that's what he wanted, couldn't he have done it at home?"
"And that cornfield is right by the crossroads. He wasn't afraid you'd scream? Wasn't afraid of being caught?"
The color drained from Evelyn's face in a rush. She panicked and stammered,
"How, how would I know? All I know is Ferris did this to me."
That was when Chairman James stepped in.
"Enough, Ulysses. Stop grilling a young girl. This is victimizing her twice over."
"She's a grown girl. You think she'd gamble with her own name?"
"I'm making the call. Since there's already a baby, Ferris, you marry Evie. Two families joined even closer, that's a good thing. Don't turn this into a public spectacle."
"Officers, it's just a lovers' quarrel. There's nothing illegal here. The two of them couldn't settle the marriage terms, that's all. Sorry to trouble you."
Chairman James pulled out cigarettes, playing the peacemaker, working an angle with the review officials.
Every pair of eyes landed on me, waiting for me to bang the gavel and take this marriage.
But I'd spent fifteen years in school, finished graduate studies at a top-tier university, and just tested into a state-level government agency. If I could be cornered this easily by a girl fresh out of middle school, I wasn't worthy of any of it.
I stopped my brother before he could argue more, and gave a strange little smile.
"Fine. Since you're all singing the same tune, calling me a rapist, then let's have the police come dig out the truth."
And with that, under everyone's stunned stares, I calmly dialed the police.
"Hello, is this 911? I want to report a crime. Someone in Jamestown has raped an unmarried woman multiple times."
