Jesse screamed again as the Comanche drug him off his mount and into a teepee.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Chapter 4 – Baked!
The sun made the trek brutal and unbearable. John’s stead collapsed to the ground, exhausted and parched. John found himself without the energy or strength to move or even aid the horse at the moment. He laid there as the sun’s intense rays beamed.
Waves of heat dance across the ground before him as shadows waltzed their way back and forth. A familiar shadow emerged and approached him. Williams’ tiny figure reached out to him as John exhaled his name.
“Daddy, come find me Daddy!”
“I’m here son, don’t you worry any,” John said.
“Daddy, I’m a big boy now! I’m gonna be just like you.”
“He’s our boy now, Sheriff!” The Beverly Brothers yelled out as they circled John’s scorched body. The dust the horses were kicking up filled the air and the images of William and the Beverly Brothers faded away.
“Will…” John said as darkness encompassed his vision.
From time to time he could hear the sounds of chants and caught the familiar scent of smoke, but his parched body refused to move. The only light he could make out was that of a fire burning nearby. The faces of people surrounding him remained blurred, but the voices and chants, were all too familiar.
Comanche Indians to be exact. They were said to pillage and destroy anything that crossed their paths kidnapping women and children while scalping the men and painting their faces with the blood that was shed. John knew that wasn't true.
As he faded in and out of consciousness, John remembered the first time he discovered the Comanche. One of the local farmers’ calves had gotten loose and wandered off. The farmer had asked John if he could her bring back home. John had scoured the woods and the surrounding areas of the town but never found the calf. As he ventured into the northern woods a stirring grasped his attention. Standing in the woods were women and children covered in snow. John could see the looks on their faces and knew they were starving. Lying almost lifeless on the ground was Lone Wolf.
John approached them with concern, he knew they were in need of help and didn't have anyone at the moment. The women moved back as he drew closer, unsure of his intentions. He dismounted his horse and rushed to Lone Wolf’s side. He placed his hand under Lone Wolf’s nose feeling for breath, it was faint but he was breathing. He pointed to the ladies and then to the trees motioning to bring branches as he cleared a hole in the snow until he found ground. As they brought him sticks he quickly prepared a fire. First a small fire and then bigger and bigger until it was enough to warm them all up.
They murmured amongst themselves as he finished with the fire. He mounted his steed and rode over the hill rapidly towards his land. As he approached he could see his wife out throwing food for the hens and holding her belly with their unborn child. She turned and watched him ride up, a look of concern filled his face and she could read it. He explained to her what had happened and that he was taking two of their cows to help get the Comanche through the winter.
The cattle and some corn they shared with the Comanche helped save Lone Wolf’s life and the few that stayed with him through that winter. John did a good job of not letting the town folks know about the Comanche that stayed there and as soon as they could move on, they did.
John never expected to see them again, yet he was in a teepee, unsure if it was Lone Wolf or some other tribe helping him move on past this life, but the chanting was familiar.
Everytime he woke, someone was there to offer him a drink. The smoke from the fire clouded the teepee making it impossible to see who surrounded him, but he had gained the strength to speak.
“Where am…” He muttered.
A voice spoke through the smoke. “You must rest. Your strength will come back.”
“Lone Wolf take care of Sherriff as Sherriff took care of Lone Wolf.”
* * * * *
Days passed while John gathered his strength. The brutal desert took all it could from him, his body was baked and as the sun continued to beam down on him it took what little strength him and the horse had to go any further.
As John finished getting his cloths back on in the teepee he could hear gun shots outside. The tribe could be heard scrambling and defending their land and people. John quickly ran out to find two of the Beverly Brothers gang riding around shooting and screaming about old Tom’s horse. They didn’t see John as he grabbed his gun and ran out to aid his friends.
John watched Joe Bob ride into the center of the camp racing to unstrap the horse. He lifted his head as John approached him. Joe Bob trembled as he stared John down and scrambled for his gun.
“Sherriff, wait.” Joe Bob screamed.
Without hesitation John pulled the trigger and finished Joe Bob’s reign of terror. John remembered that Joe Bob had often been seen with his brother. His name was Jesse, and he was known for his fast draw and horrible shot.
Jesse rushed over to Joe Bob. His limp, lifeless body dangled from the side of his horse as the horse slowly wobbled away from the camp. Jesse peered towards the camp as John walked towards him.
“Wait, you’re supposed to be dead,” Jesse said.
“Maybe I already died.”
“This can’t be! I saw you! I saw you lay dead in the desert.”
“I won’t die until I get my boy back.” John said as he laid his hand on his gun. “Now, where’s he at?”
“You don’t have to worry about him, Sherriff. It’s me you have to worry about.”
Jesse quickly drew his gun and fired. The shot hit a nearby tree and splinters flew in all directions.
Before John could fire back, an arrow flew into Jesse’s arm, forcing him to drop the gun. The Comanche had him surrounded and closed in on him. Jesse screamed and tried to ride through the human barrier, but there was too many of them.
John walked up to Jesse and took the horse by the reigns. “Before you see the end of your life, you will tell me where my boy is, even if it means hanging your hide from a tree by your toes. You’ll wish you were dead, but you won’t see death until I know where my boy’s at!”
Jesse screamed again as the Comanche drug him off his mount and into a teepee.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Thank you guys for the comments, I have had a few on Facebook and Google, really cool to know you guys are reading them.
So, Health first!
September 11th, I get to meet with a Nutritionist. She will help me with eating properly, but on a good note, 25 pounds down so far. 25 may not seem like a big number, but it does make a difference. I feel a tad lighter, my clothes are getting looser, and I can see feet. Seeing my feet reminds me I really need to find a way to help reduce the swelling. The water pill I have to take hasn’t made a difference on that. One doctor suggests that I wear those stockings to help my circulation. What do you think?
Writing, good news, I do have another chapter of “Sheriff No More.” I just need to finish the edits that my wonderful editor showed to me. Once that is done I should have it up by this weekend, time permitting.
Oh and let me tell you about an AWESOME band! Madison and the Funk Directive. Great group of people! They have two sax players, a trumpet player, guitar, bass, and a drummer, but together their sound is GREAT. We are working on getting them videos up of their performances and then some other great things are in the works. Soon, I will get to tell you of some big performances of theirs that is coming up, but you can check out their Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/Madison.TheFunkDirective “LIKE” their page today and keep track of their shows, because if you get a chance to listen, I assure you that you won’t be disappointed.
Had some hiccups with the Station this week. I am still working hard to make the changes and get things smooth, but sometimes it doesn’t happen overnight. In this case we have been working on it since Tuesday and only have minor results as of yet. I have even discovered a problem with podcasts hitting iTunes right now. Don’t you worry any that too is being worked on. I wondered why people asked about the podcasts, but I had no clue they were not listing as they should. Sometimes that is a minor programming code error and sometimes it is something bigger, but it takes checking every little detail until we get it fixed.
As you can see, I do strive hard to get you all top quality on everything I do. From creating images, banners, menus, to music, band, the station, and business consulting, no matter what it is, I give my best to keep people happy. Yes, you saw that right, Business Consulting. I have been helping businesses for years with increasing their sales or traffic. I did get a business degree and work to help people reach their goals. I have a proven track record of that and trust me it is a joy to hear companies tell me things like, “I can’t believe something that simple can make such a big difference.”
Anyway, I have been working hard this last week and will continue until I know all is well. Keep your eyes open for the next chapter of “Sheriff No More.”