Samuel and Allen took Ernest’s body out into the wilds and buried him in a place no one will ever find. Allen worried what shooting this man will do to Jenny. He also worried what his death will mean for Joleen. She took his betrayal hard. Before closing the hole, Allen opened his fly and pissed on the body. Allen said, “this man abused everything I ever stood for while worming his way into our lives.” When they searched his horse than his room back in town, they found detailed notes on all his art. How he would take jobs through the newspapers, then cover those jobs acting as a reporter. He also took detailed notes on Joleen. He wrote more than once how he loved her and wanted to make art for her. Allen tossed the papers into the hole then a bottle of the strongest stuff the bar they stopped had on hand. It lit quickly, and the body burned for a good bit then they filled in the hole. Samuel said to Allen, “I think it’s the only thing we can do.”
Rosie followed John out to the stable then out the back to the small building where Sam lived for the short time he was there. He went inside, and she followed where she leaned in and kissed him. After the party, they were both grounded and told not to be alone with each other anymore. Agnes laughed at that one saying, “alone together.” Rosie didn’t understand why they couldn’t play with each other. When she asked why she said “play around” which brought Ruth and Agnes to tears of laughter. She kissed him again then the door opened, and a man came in. Neither of them knew him. Ernest hadn’t spent any time on the ranch or around the children. In the dark of the room and the light from behind him putting him in shadow, Rosie recognized him as the man that killed her family. Ernest kicked John knocking him against the back wall. He then struck Rosie in the face, picked her up and took her.
Jacob and Cindy lay in bed after an afternoon of intense lovemaking. Cindy looked at the ring on her hand then to Jacob’s hand and his ring. She said to Jacob, “now we have to tell Joleen.” That morning he told her that he was offered a job back in his hometown, and it was just too good to pass up, but he didn’t want to go without her. An old friend of his family was starting a security firm specializing in security for the Jewish community. He wanted to make a name for himself and give to his family legacy. Cindy’s family had no religious proclivities unless planting corn was a religion. He asked her to come with him as his wife. Before he could finish the word wife, she was saying yes. He said, “I don’t have the ring, but as soon as we get to New York I will have one waiting for us.” Cindy said, “I don’t care about such things, all I want is.” She stopped then asked, “New York?” Cindy was from Medina County in Ohio and had never seen a large city before. The thought of so many people stopped her for a second then she said, “The circuit judge is in town, and I have my parents wedding bands in a drawer in my desk.”
Cindy sat at her desk writing on a calendar when she saw Jacob walking up the stairs. They hadn’t spoken since the kiss. Cindy got to see another side of this stoic stern-faced man when he blushed at the sight of her. He came in with his hat in his hands and walked over to her desk. She asked, “may I help you, Marshal?” He looked at the door to Joleen’s office and seemed like he was going to say something, but he just stared. She asked, “are you here to see the police chief?” The sound of her voice seemed to wake him up. He said, “no” then he looked at his hat then back to Cindy and asked, “I wanted to know if you would like to maybe have dinner sometime, with me?” Cindy tried to hide her excitement as she asked, “could we make it lunch? It’s hard to have an evening away from the ranch.” He said, “yes, not a problem. Would you like to go now?” She answered saying, “its nine in the morning so maybe a little later?” Jacob sat down and said, “ok I can wait.” Cindy smiled at him. Joleen said from her office, “for the love of god Cindy, just go already.”
Out of respect for the nations, Joleen had the words Sheriff engraved on her badge rather than Chief. Even as the importance of the nations is diminished Joleen still found herself in the same position as her father surrounded by people that didn’t trust them. So far, the people of Hope trusted the nations more than the army with many still calling them blue coats. With her hand on a bible and one in the air she took the new oath of office and swore to uphold the law. In the audience was her stepfather, two sons, several pseudo-adopted children and her new male friend Ernest. Later that day the officers were sworn in. Trip became the first detective under the new program. After spending some time with Allen Trip felt like he was ready to either solve crimes or report on them. Joleen thought about how the two jobs seemed to be almost the same thing. They both searched for the truth.
Ernest stood back and admired his work. This was his best so far. To make this he had to break from his usual practice and kill them before he went to work. He also regretted the kid, but Juan just had to turn around and look at him, and no one gets to see the artist. He stepped back then forward to move a limb into a new position making sure not to tear the skin. The parts he didn’t use would be tied to George’s horse and sent back to his family. Ernest dislocated the joints then cut them free dissecting the bodies down into parts. Then the fun began. He mixed and matched the parts weaving them together with the wire until he had his art and a pile of unused pieces. He had to keep George’s head, but the boy had bigger genitals, so he used the boy’s in the right place and put George’s in the mouth hanging out like a tongue.
The marshals cut Lucius down from the side of the barn he was wired to in a sort of crucifixion. Joleen watched as they used wire cutters made for cutting barbed wire. She sent Trip to find Ernest so he could see the latest in this man’s work. She knew Ernest as a reporter hunting the killer down. Joleen thought how she didn’t like this man, but he didn’t deserve to end up like this. The killer would weave the wire into the body trying to keep the victim alive as long as possible. He had wove pounds of wire into the small man. Trip fought with the new toy sent by the territory. Cameras were nothing new but sending them to crime scenes was, or it was for them. Joleen noted that the killer put the body on the town line making it a crime the sheriff’s department should handle, but they were nowhere near ready to investigate. Trip took more than a few shots with some being of his thumb, the ground, the camera lens-cover and the crime scene.
Cindy watched as the town marshal made his way to the ranch on what has become an almost daily trek. It had been about two years since the territory took over. She kind of felt sorry for this man put in this awkward position. Jacob must enforce the law in a town that does not want him for a territory that doesn’t want the law enforcement the townspeople want. She thinks on how easy it must be to give orders from hundreds of miles away and how difficult it must be to enforce those orders. Jacob was just barely twenty-years-old, but no one wanted to oversee a town that didn’t want them, so he was it. Every few days he must come to the ranch and speak to Joleen to see if she would help him with the people without a badge, to be the law in action if not name. Every time he comes he risks the chance she will finally say no, but Cindy knows Joleen, and she knows that she would never turn someone away that needs help.
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