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The Rifleman - Sharper: Part 2
Written by Duchess McCain

The afternoon was grey and humid. The clouds gradually masked the sun until it was almost dark. People were scurrying to finish their business in town. Among the scurry, three boys ran up the road, passed the church, and stopped when they reached Louis Baxter’s veterinary clinic.
“Thanks for comin’ fishing Mark! We had a swell time!” The older boy started in to the house that was co-joined to the clinic. The younger lingered.
“Can you come again tomorrow? Maybe it won’t rain.”
“I’d like to but I’ve got to help Ms. Julia at the store. Bye Adam, see you Henry!”
With that, two of the boys entered the house, the other dashed off towards the front of town.
“Catch any fish Mark?” A young woman stepped into the lobby followed shortly by tall man holding a rifle.
“Yes ma’am I did! I got 4 big ones and 3 little ones. Only we had to come in early because of the storm that’s coming.” Mark noticed his father. “What did you need your rifle for Pa?”
“Oh I had told Marshal Adams about it. He was interested in looking at, so I took it down there.”
“Did he see how good you are Pa? He is gonna hire you right? I mean, you’re the Rifleman!”
“Lucas, what does he mean ‘the Rifleman’?”
Lucas blushed slightly. “It’s just a name I picked up, oh I can’t even remember when. I tricked out the rifle; I use it when most men would use a six-shooter. There are others that are a lot better than me though.  I don’t mind, I’m not looking for a fight. Although Mark has a time remembering that it’s not something to brag about,” Lucas said, giving Mark a swift pat in his seat.
Eliza laughed as she took the fish from Mark. “I’ll clean and fix these while you two get washed up.”
Lucas spoke up. “How about I clean the fish and you make some mashed potatoes and beans to go with them. No sense in you getting messed up too.”
She smiled, and handed the fish over in concession. She rolled her sleeves up as they walked into the kitchen. Mark’s question came to mind, and she once again asked Lucas about the prospect of getting a job.
“Well, Marshal was impressed with the rifle, and said I was a good shot. But he keeps saying that it’s a peaceful town and that he doesn’t need help.”
Eliza began peeling a potato. She could hear the anxiety in his voice. They had been here 5 days already, and there was no sign of a job.
“Something will turn up Luke. Just keep praying.”
Mark looked at the crates piled around him. The General store had just opened and he was supposed to help stock. Well, it had been his idea. Lucas had given him a surprised look when he offered, but he had told him that it was better than doing nothing all day long. So here he was, with crates all around him, putting bags of flour and sugar on the shelves. There were the upsides though, Ms. Julia was a great cook!
“Now Mark, you know whenever you get thirsty just go and get some lemonade to drink. I’m glad you’re helping me out, just don’t work yourself too hard.”
“Yes ma’am. Thank you for the lemonade.” He looked up to see Lucas coming in the door.
“Well, looks like you’re going to be busy for a while.” Lucas leaned on his rifle. “I’m going by some of the ranches around here; see if they need any hands. I’ll be gone for a good spell. I want you to stay either here, or at the hotel, don’t go anywhere else. Be sure you mind Ms. Julia and Eliza. I’ll see you tonight Mark.”
“Will you be here for supper?”
“I should be back by then.”
“I’ll be praying you find a job Pa!”
Lucas laid his hand on Mark’s shoulder. “Thank you son.” Lucas turned, and left the store. He hated the idea that his son was working and he wasn’t. He had no reason to tell Mark he couldn’t help out. Without their own house, he didn’t have any chores to do anyway. Lucas stepped from the boarded side walk and untied his bay from the post. Then he heard it.
“Lucas McCain, what an interesting weapon you carry.”
Lucas turned to see Thomas Freeman standing there, with the disturbing, confident grin.
“I was deputy, Mr. Freeman. Got used to being ready.”
“Oh but you’re not a deputy now. Unless of course you have some job that I haven’t heard about.” He took a step closer Lucas and the horse. “It’s a pity your boy has to work, while you’re ‘unable’ to find a job.”
Lucas swung up onto his bay. His temper wasn’t going to stay silent much longer. “Good day Freeman,” he replied shortly.
“I’ll be seeing you McCain.”

Mark looked around their room anxiously. He’d finished his work at the General Store, and gotten a very nice lunch to go with it! And to get a whole quarter for a morning’s work! He was happy to help out, until Lucas got a job. “Please God, let him get a job. I know You can.” He looked around again. The room was spotless; he hadn’t had anything better to do. He sighed, and went down the stairs.
“Ms. Eliza, is there anything I can do for you?”
Eliza sighed. She had grown very fond of Mark in the short time they had been there with her. He was a very polite boy, and always helping.
“I’m sorry Mark, I’ve given you everything I know that you can do. There just isn’t anything left.”
She looked down, and realized how bored he must be. “Tell you what Mark, I have this book I bought a couple of years ago, that I think you will enjoy. It was a book that I got for a boy just about your age. Would you like to read it?”
“Sure!” he said with a grin. “What is it?”
“It’s called Tom Sawyer. It was written by Mark Twain.  I think you’ll like it.” She went to her room, and emerged with a book that looked like it had only been read once, if ever. “I hope you enjoy it. But don’t be neglecting your work because of it!”
“No Ma’am!” And with that Mark raced up the stairs with his newly found entertainment.


Another week passed by. Mark fished, Lucas hunted for a job. Mark stocked at the General store, Lucas fixed everything he could get his hands on at Eliza’s, hoping to pay off their bill. Mark read his book, Lucas tried to figure how long the money would last. . . and what to do when it was gone. He looked around their room, trying to choose what they could sell, and how far it would get them. He was late getting in that night, he had gone to the store to discuss selling things to Julia. “Don’t say anything to Mark. He’s not ready for it yet,” he had told her. As he walked into Hotel O’Neal, Lucas felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Lucas let go of the monkey that had latched his arms and legs to Lucas. Mark was grinning, until he looked up at his Pa.
“MARK! Don’t ever jump on me like that again! What did you think you were doing?!”
“I’m . . . I’m sorry Pa,” he said quietly.
Lucas was about to let him have it. Here he was tired from being out all day, and Mark has to fling himself on him with absolutely no warning! Lucas was fuming, and had never bothered to notice Eliza in the room. Now she had quietly moved to stand behind Mark. She put her hands on his shoulders.
“Mark, I think it’s time for you to go up to your room.”
Lucas gaped in astonishment at her. The audacity of this woman! It wasn’t her boy.
“Go on,” she said quietly, giving Mark a reassuring look. He wasted no time leaving.
Lucas focused on her, trying to figure out where to start with his frustration with her!
“Before you say anything Lucas, go sit down and I’ll bring you something to drink. What do you want?”
“Beer,” he said sarcastically, taking a seat in the other room
“No. Have some coffee.” She took a seat across from him. They were in her parlor. The chairs were comfortable, and the room was pleasant. But the mood masked all pleasant feelings, and Lucas felt his temper still welling up inside of him.
“What did you think you were doing?! Do you think I’m incapable of raising my own boy!?”
“No Lucas, you’re the only one who’s ever thought that. However, I felt like right now was not the ideal time for you guys to spend bonding time.”
“And what makes you say that?”
“Just look at yourself Luke. You’ve only been here two weeks, but the change I’ve seen in that time. . .it hasn’t been for the better. Your son loves you, he has faith in you. Every day you’ve gotten more and more upset, and shut up inside. I knew that all you would do was hurt him, and that you’d end up regretting it.”
“I regret moving here. I don’t know what led me to do it. I guess I got to thinking that my gun would be of use everywhere, or that I could work with cattle. But instead my little boy finds a place to work, and I can’t even get a job! I’ve failed everybody, myself, Mark . . . Margret. I’m a failure who’s in debt, and can’t manage to even maintain my relationship with my son!” His eyes dropped to stair at he wrinkle in the carpet.
“Do you think that you’re the only one who’s been through hard times?! Mark has told me; I know about the Margret and the ranch. But guess what, some of know what it’s like to take risks. Did you ever think that other people struggle too?!”
Lucas looked at her with sudden contempt. What did she know? She wasn’t taking care of a family! “Oh, and what have you been through? You haven’t had a spouse die, or your son offer to give his earned money to you! What could you possibly know about it?!”
Eliza’s eyes flashed. “A lot more than you have the decency to think! I raised a family and managed a ranch. I was 17 when my parents died. I had two kid brothers that I was now responsible to raise. Papa was a very successful rancher, and he wanted me to keep it going. Mama wanted the boys to stay in school. I ran that entire ranch for 5 years!! By the older of the boys had gone on to study to be a doctor. The ranch was successful, and I sold it for a fair price. And then I brought my little brother, who was about Mark’s age, and we moved out here. I didn’t know if it would work, I just knew I couldn’t stay there any longer. My brother died on the trip out here. That was 5 years ago. When I saw Mark all I could think of was Andy. Now you tell me Luke whether I have right to be here talking to you or not?”
Lucas wanted to answer, but he couldn’t. Tears were in his eyes and the lump in his throat was too big to swallow. Eliza got up, and stood near him.

Lucas paused outside their door. He took a deep breath, and then he opened it. Mark was sitting on his bed, reading the Bible that had been Margret’s. Lucas crossed the room with big strides and sat in the chair nearest to Mark.
“Mark. I’m sorry about tonight. I was wrong to get angry. I’m so sorry. . .”
Tears came to Mark’s eyes. “I know Pa! I know it’s been hard on you. I didn’t mean to do anything that would upset you. But Pa, you’ve got to have faith! I’ve been praying for a job! I just know that God will give you one!”
“I’ve been praying too. And you’re right. I guess I’ve been trying to handle what really is up to God.”
“Pa, you remember how when I had a bad day, Ma would read to me from the Bible?”
“She did the same for me.”
“Well I don’t want us to forget. Let me read to you Pa.”
“I’d like that Mark.” Lucas leaned back in the seat. The Word flowed over him, and refreshed his soul.
“Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.”
The sun was just peeking over the horizon, sending its rays to spot the misty blue sky orange and red. The birds, delighted at the scene, struck up a jovial tune. Among these many delights, Lucas could also smell breakfast cooking. He looked around, and noticed that Mark was not there. He dressed in a hurry, and grabbed his rifle on his way out.
“Eliza, have you seen Mark?”
“Yes. He said he was on some early morning errand,” she said with a smile.
“You know where he is?”
“Yes, but I promised not to tell.”
“Pa! Pa! I saw him!! I know it was him!” Mark ran into the room in a frantic hurry.
“Who Mark? Who did you see?”
“Jesse Evans, from Lincoln. His gang is a lot bigger now Pa. There were at least 8 men that I saw!”
Lucas grabbed his rifle, and said something about going to talk to Marshal Adams. Suddenly he heard a voice come out of nowhere.
“Won’t do you any good mister.”
Lucas turned to see an older man sitting at one of the tables, drinking coffee. He glanced at Eliza, then addressed the man.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m an old friend of the Marshal’s. You see, I saw him grow up, him and his brother. His brother, Mike, was older, and he was Marshal here before Jake. Mike had a deputy named Will. Will Evans. They worked well together until Will got greedy, and it led him to shoot Mike in the back. Jake helped them track down Will, and he saw him hang. Only thing is, now Will’s kid brother has come for payback. I’ve watched you Mr. McCain. By all accounts I’ve heard, you fit the description of the Rifleman. Am I wrong?”
Lucas shook his head. “I’m him.”
“Our town could sure use someone like you, and so could Jake. He wouldn’t take too kindly to you telling him you are; so if you want to help, just cover his back.”
The sun was climbing now. It looked down on the impending fight below. Two men, facing each other: one with a badge, the other with a thirst for violence. The words they exchanged where heated, and much passion poured out of their mouths. The latter went for his gun, the man with the badge had a swift reaction. Kapow! Both froze as they saw a third man face first on the ground. Mayhem erupted. Marshal Adams took a shot at Evans, but it seemed now like there were half a dozen men around trying to shoot at him. He heard it again: Kapow, Kapow, Kapow!! The two men closest to him both fell. Before he could blink, the rest of the men had mounted and fled.
“Did you get Evans, Marshal?” Lucas stepped from the shadows.
“Shot was too high, barely nicked him.” Jake frowned. “Why did you fire the first shot?”
“Evans had given him a cue, and the idea was for him to shoot you so that there was no way you could draw first.”
“I’m. . .I’m mighty grateful Lucas. Suppose we step into my office and get you deputized.”
“That would be just fine Marshal!” Lucas started to cross the street to the office, but he stopped, and looked up. “Thank you Lord! You are truly my hope.”
“And he gave you the job?” Mark stared wide eyed at his Pa. He was never allowed to watch the fights, but he sure loved to hear about them!
“Yes he did Mark.”
“Wahoo!” Mark shouted for joy. Then he grabbed his hat and started to run for the door. “I’ve got to tell Adam and Henry!”
Lucas reached out and grabbed his arm. “Wait a minute son, you never told me why you were out this morning.”
Mark face turned a little pink. “Oh,” he licked his lips. “Well Pa, you said that I could use my money for whatever I wanted to, because I had earned it. And I’ll I wanted to do was make you happy. You wouldn’t let me give it to you . . . so, well, I got you this.”
Mark handed him the package that was on the table. Slowly Lucas undid the string, and unfolded the brown paper. It as a large book, and the title read BEN-HUR: a Tale of Christ.
“Mark, this book is brand new, I mean, he just published this. You must have spent all of your money on it!”
“I did, but I wanted to Pa. I know how hard things have been, and you love books so much!”
Lucas smiled. “I love it Mark, thank you. Now you can go find Adam and Henry.” As Mark ran out, Eliza walked into the room, wiping her soapy hands on a towel.
“I’m so glad you’re all right.” Then she noticed the book, and smiled. “What do you think?”
“I think I have the best boy a man could possibly wish for!”
Suddenly Eliza remembered something, and brow wrinkled. “Mark said that you had a run in with Evans before . . .”
“No, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him. But that’s a story for another time!” 

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