I woke up with Candice sitting in my lap facing me. She was straddling me. She said, “I am so glad you turned out to be so much more than the two-dimensional little spoken character from those books.” She sat down onto my lap then she kissed me again. The look in her eyes was no longer fear. She felt me grow underneath her. She then got up took my shirt off and put her dress on. As she slipped her boots back on she asked, “breakfast?” I said, “I’ll be down soon.” Before she left she asked me, “were you talking about bunnies last night because I had this weird dream about bunnies with whips and beans?” I didn’t answer her. I just tried to find a thought in my head to tame this down.
We left that morning heading west. The Chief gave us a paper that would allow us free passage among the people if we didn’t push our luck and travel to far north. Not all the nations were happy with the events happening in Knuckle Smash. We made it to Bob’s Town. Yes, Bob’s Town. A place even smaller than the last one that was so small it didn’t even have a name. Bob built a small town with a one room building. He did a lot of trading with the nations so there was a lot of stuff that came through Bob’s Town. Every two days a wagon train would leave this place filled with goods. Because it was mostly goods being sold by the nations they would be left alone. We stayed for about two days living in our wagon. I traded some silver for supplies. We planned to leave that night. We should have left earlier.
In the morning, I woke up to find Candice sitting beside me. She was white as a ghost. I looked out. We were surrounded by the army. There must have been ten blue coats. Among then was the Major. He ordered us to exit the wagon with our hands up. He cut our horses out of the wagons tac and had us ride bare back. One of the men said, “we were ordered to strip the girl for the ride back.” He drew his knife and went for Candice. The Major stopped him. He said, “as long as I am in charge you will do what I say.” The Sargent stood his ground. He said, “the general said we could have our way with her as we wanted.” Candice cringed. The Major drew his revolver and shot at the feet of the Sargent. He said, “I am in charge now and we don’t treat our prisoners like that.” Before we left they set fire to our wagon. The Major took a satchel with the papers in them.
We came to as stop before reaching town. The blue coats set up some tents. I was tied up and left outside while Candice was given a tent to herself. It bugged me I couldn’t stop any of them from fulfilling their orders. That night the Sargent went into her tent. He gaged her then reached up her dress for her drawers. The Major pulled the man out of the tent then shot him in the throat. The Sargent gagged on his own blood and tongue. What a shame. He said to the remaining men. “the next man to disobey a direct order will wish they got it so good.” He then shot the man in the head.
We made it to town without any other incidents. The town had an eerie feeling to it. All the damage that was done when the army arrived was repaired. Both Candice’s shop and the Chiefs were rebuilt. They used adobe instead of brick, but the affect was nice. Before the town looked like it was in New England. Now with the adobe and wood beams it was clearly in the west. People walked the brick streets. None of them would look at us. The fear in the town was thick. The train stop was under construction and the gazebo was completed. Old man Ilyas Teller’s headstone was gone. In its place was a post with the brackets for what looks like a bell. I wonder if that post goes all the way to his coffin?
He locked us in separate cells in my own office. I told him, “read the papers you took from us.” He sat down and went through the correspondence that came in the mail. One was an official directive from Washington. It directed the General to detain him Major John Freeman and send him home for a court-martial. He was being blamed for the illegal seizing of the town and ordering his men to destroy the newspaper presses. He was then shocked when he read the papers. Major Freeman spent the rest of the day going through the correspondences from Washington and the General. Luckily this general believed all his papers would be valuable someday. Maybe in a library with his name on it just after the word president.
Major John Freeman joined the army right after the war started. Unlike this fake general he fought in many campaigns including the wilderness campaign under General Grant. It was Grant himself who gave him a field promotion. He said, “we Ohioans need to stick together.” He served all his years with distinction. This general never saw a day in battle. He lied to the men. All his metals were fake. Among the papers he found one saying how he the Major acted without orders and took the town rather than being ordered too. The general didn’t want anyone else to outshine his accomplishment. He found a report about the mayor and his party. How Indians killed them. Then he found another report saying Mexican bandits did the same. A third report basically screamed what really happened. The last report said the Major ordered his men to do it.
I watched him go through the papers. It was clear he grew angry as he did this. I said to him, “I don’t know much about you and what I do I don’t like. I can see you don’t like what you see there.” He turned to me with a worried look. Somehow both on topic while being off topic he asked, “have there been a lot of Indian attacks here in your town? The kind that kill children and women?” I told him that the only attack to happen while I was sheriff was from the army. I also said, “we call them nations and the people out of respect.” His last three years of training and information was a lie. He came out here to defend settlers from savages only to find out they were the savages. This general used his army to be the worst kind of savage there was. They were no better than pirates.
These stories will be based in the old west and an attempt at a modern western (later on).
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