Chapter 4, Part 2
They went to the restaurant in the hotel. It was the nicest one in town. As they sat there waiting for their food they heard a sound from behind. It was Trip and his wife. Joleen realized she was right. The woman from the street was indeed Trip’s wife. Trip grabbed a couple of seats and soon their date doubled. Hope introduced herself to the two. In the process, she noticed Joleen didn’t fit the description Trip gave. She was wearing makeup and a skirt. She realized they were not joining two colleges but interrupting a date. Hope whispered this idea into Trip’s ear. He looked at them then looked back at his wife. Hope nodded to the table. Trip being Trip ducked his head below the table. He came back up a little red faced. Trip said to Joleen, “I didn’t know you owned girl clothes?” Hope shook her head then said to both John and Joleen, “sorry about this. Maybe we can talk another time about a get together. Something informal like a barbeque.”
The next morning something was up. Sheriff Wednesday had a meeting at the start of the shift. He said, “for now and until things change do not use the whistles.” That evening a deputy name Randall Hollis was shot down in the street. He was left hurt but not dead. Then he blew his whistle. Two more deputies named Garrett Tanner and Robert Grace came running and were shot down from a distance. Whoever this was he was targeting the deputies. With the escalation in violence the Mayor requested help from the territorial government in the form of Marshals. They would arrive in two days and hunt down this gang. Joleen knew that their charter was only valid in the town limits and outside of them they were just like any other citizen. But it still felt wrong to turn over their jobs to someone how isn’t vested in the outcome. The dead in the street were from Hope and Hope should take care of their own business. She also worried that the incoming Marshals wouldn’t work with a woman.
That day she walked her beat. The town seemed a little too quiet. She figured that people were staying inside. Growing up all she heard was how the people stood together but after reading the accounts of that night she knows that like now people back then looked out for their own interests. It was hard to blame them. Many had families that depended on them for survival. Joleen decided on that street that the public would never see her worry or be afraid. She would steel her courage and hold in her fear for nighttime when she is alone. Thinking about the nights made her think about John and the hole in the wall. For a second she thought about revisiting that hole and just maybe joining him in the bath. It wouldn’t be lady like but she didn’t think of herself as a lady. Her day dream saw her in a white dressing gown and John in nothing but a smile. Then in the corner of her left eye she saw s reflection of sun.
She ducked into an alley as a shot rang out and ricocheted off the spot where she was standing. She drew her gun and grabbed her whistle. Then remembering the meeting, she let go of the whistle. She was on her own. She thought, “the reflection was on her left and high so the shooter was on a roof. He or she has one of them new scopes but given the location of the reflection he or she was nearby.” Knowing the block from her walks, Joleen went to the tallest building and went inside. She went up to the roof of the newest hotel. The roof was empty. She went to the side of the building adjacent to the street. She saw a man with a rifle on a lower roof. She quickly realized the reflection of light was from the high gloss of the man’s rifle. This guy was no professional. She watched him go from side to side looking for her. With the light at her back she watched from a corner off the roof so her reflection wouldn’t give her away. On another roof down the street she saw another gunman.
Just below her she heard a door slam. The two gunmen took up aim. She had to act fast. It would be a hell of a shot with the Colt but just maybe she could hit one of them. With no time to take a better position she fired at the closest gunmen. He almost seemed to lean in to the shot. The bullet struck him just behind the ear nearly taking the back of his head off. The other gunmen opened fire on Joleen’s roof but he had no angle on her. Seemingly out of nowhere Sam showed up with a lever action 45-70. He gave the gun to Joleen and mimicked her stabbing them. Joleen would later find out Sam also worked at this hotel. She didn’t like the angle on the second shooter. She realized he would cut her down long before she got a shot off so she decided to change the game. She went down one floor to a room facing the gunmen. She kicked the door in to find a couple in the middle of having sex. The saw her and her gun and froze in place. Joleen went to the window and waited for the gunmen to show himself. He still acted like she was on the roof. So, he fired into the roof line. When he stood up she fired striking him in the neck all but decapitating him. On the way out, she said to the couple, “sorry about that but sometimes you have to do what you have to do.”
Joleen told Sam to find the Sheriff and let him know what just happened. She would be on the roof of the hotel looking for any trouble. She stood on the top of the roof watching every street every rooftop for any more gunmen and potential problems. She stood there with her rifle barrel up and stock on her hip. With the sun at her back she was a dark form casting a long shadow down the street. People for years to come would say she seemed ten-foot-tall that day. It was how she felt. She was happy no one could see her nearly smile. Killing a man wasn’t something you smile about but she just couldn’t help it. She hoped that if there was anything else to prove about her on the job then this proved it in a long casting shadow over her proof she could do the job.
These stories will be based in the old west and an attempt at a modern western (later on).
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