Time has been kind to David Wednesday. He has been sheriff for about twenty years. He has 12 children with one of them as a deputy and one back east going to college. When he married his wife, the joke that would follow them was never that funny. Her name was Tuesday Grant. She became Tuesday Wednesday when they married. Together they had 12 children. Tuesday was from a large family being number 14 of 19 children. She was born in town and has lived her whole life there. She was the first white child born in the former city of Knuckle Smash. David didn’t know just how old he was. He was an orphan and grew up on the streets moving from town to town. His name was something he picked on the spot. He needed a name and a calendar was on a wall. People already called him David so he took the name of the day in the middle of the week. He also like the fact that many people have trouble spelling it. He was on the way to an early death when fate and a man named Edward Warren intervened.
Joleen walked into the sheriff’s office. The room was bigger than what her mother described. There was a front desk just like the police offices back home. A young man behind the desk saw her but didn’t say a word. He pointed to a room in the back with a half glass door. On it was painted Sheriff. She found the sheriff inside sitting at a desk reading a newspaper. He almost did a double take at Joleen. She looked so much like her mother it felt like somebody turned the clock back. He put the newspaper down and sat up in his seat. He saw the gun on her side. He pointed it at and asked, “my I?” she replied, “when I’m a deputy then yes you may.” They both laughed. Although they never actually met Sheriff Wednesday and Joleen sent letters back and forth until it was like they knew each other for years. She pulled the gun and emptied the cylinder. He felt like this was already going well. He had to tell his own son many times, “never hand a loaded gun to someone unless it is an emergency.”
The gun was a little heavier than he excepted but the idea that you didn’t need to cock the hammer to fire was interesting. The sheriff handed the gun back and said, “I can’t deputize you it has to be the mayor. He is waiting for us.” Joleen went to leave but the sheriff didn’t move. She turned to him. Joleen was worried this might happen. She comes all this way to find the job isn’t hers. The sheriff opened a draw and pulled out a bowie knife. He said, “I need a sign of commitment from you that you will do this job first and foremost. Nothing comes before the job.” At first, she didn’t understand then it came to her. She would be a deputy first and a woman second. She took her hat off and grabbed her braid. Her hair was long but tied into a long braid in the back. She took the knife and cut the braid off. The sheriff said, “well ok that is one way to go. I was just giving you the knife. They come in handy I the field.” He stood up and was clearly a foot taller than her. He asked, “do you still have the town charter I sent as well as the rules and regulations book?” Instead of answering him she pulled a dogeared well-worn copy of the charter and deputy regulations from a secret pocket in the back of her vest. David smiles and thought, “yes this really is Candice’s daughter.”
On the way to town-hall they spoke. The sheriff asked, “are you any good with that gun?” she replied, “I am getting better.” The sheriff said her mother was the most natural shooter he had ever seen. She said, “that’s not the way she tells it. She said it took practice and patience.” The sheriff replied, “A person can practice aim and drawling all they want if you don’t have the nerve then training don’t mean shit.” He then said, “most of my deputies have never used their weapon on the job. The last time I had to use my gun was on a dying horse. The west isn’t as violent as it is portrayed.” The sheriff tipped his hat to people the passed. As they passed they all stared at Joleen. She eventually asked to the sheriff, “what’s with all the stares?” The sheriff said, “I don’t think you realize just how severe a cut you just did to your hair. When we are done you might want to see the town barber. I think he can cut women’s hair.”
Inside town-hall Joleen saw her reflection in a mirror. The cut left her hair a little long in the front reaching down to her jaw line and sloping up to the back where it was very short. Her bangs also were now in her eyes. It was certainly a look. She wanted to leave an impression with her new employer but not one that said she was crazy. A man in what could only be described as a plum colored suit came into the lobby. He was handsome for someone in his 40’s. She thought, “ok he was just handsome.” Mayor Gerard Drake was tall and good looking. Joleen remembered how her mother described him as being chiseled out of sandstone. Now with a little gray he looked distinguished. He saw Joleen and cocked his head to the right. The sheriff went over and whispered into his ear. The mayor’s face lit up. He came over to Joleen and said, “it nice to see you again. The last time you were only one or two-years old.” She nodded acknowledging he was there and that they had some sort of past even though she doesn’t remember it. They did the oath and she was given her badge. It felt heavy.
These stories will be based in the old west and an attempt at a modern western (later on).
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