The Writer's Corner
Chapter 105 - Rough and Ready
Written by Deanne Bertram
Lucas and Mark didn’t stray far from their homestead, giving
themselves time to heal from the hurts each had caused the other
over their return to Enid; side by side father and son worked
the ranch and continued to talk. Most folks who knew the
McCain’s thought their bond couldn’t be any stronger, but they
would have been wrong, over the course of the week, Lucas and
Mark came to understand and respect the other more; laughter and
ease returned to their homes.
When they finally decided to head into town with their families,
Lucas was disappointed to find out that Lariat Jones had left
while they were gone.
“Now Lucas, you know how he was one with the wind,” Micah teased
as he leaned against the wheel of the buckboard, watching Lucas
load the supplies. “However, I feel this time it didn’t have so
much to do with the wind, but had more to do with Ruth Jackford.”
“What happened to Ruth?” asked Milly as she came from the
General Store carrying packages.
“Nothing, except her having her sights set on visiting San
Francisco. She was originally heading there when she stopped in
North Fork earlier this year, and you know Oat, he tried real
hard to keep her at the ranch, hoping she’d settle down. Lariat
promised Oat he’d keep a watchful eye over his sister.”
“I’m gonna miss seeing him around town,” commented Lucas as he
looked towards Sweeney’, hoping that Micah was jesting and he’d
see Lariat stroll out the doors.
“He said he’d send a wire when they settled,” answered Micah.
“Them two are two kindred spirits, I don’t think either will
North Fork had survived their Independence Day celebration they
day before. Monday dawned to a rider coming into town, excitedly
racing his horse up and down the main street, declaring, several
times, “Buffalo Bill’s Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders
from the World are Coming!” as he fired his pistol. Johnny Drako
ran from the Marshal’s Office in an attempt to restore order to
“Easy there!” Johnny declared has he stopped in the middle of
the road, his arms held out to the side.
“Marshal, the rough riders are coming!” the rider yelled in pure
excitement, ignoring the fact that his horse was lathered in
sweat and blowing from the effort of running, his flanks heaving
“So you said. Right now you’ll holster your gun and stop racing
your horse up and down our main street, endangering people’s
lives,” ordered Johnny. “Besides, if you don’t’ stop, your horse
might just collapse out from underneath you.”
The rider started to argue with Drako, but chose to bite his
tongue as he witnessed the citizens standing along the
boardwalk, clutching to their children. “Guess I shouldn’t have
been quite so excited, but it’s my job! My apologies,” he called
to Drako, but then yelled, “My apologies to all I alarmed. I
shall make my announcement in a more civilized manner.” The
rider stood up on the haunches of his horse and called out,
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I’m here to tell you that
none other than Buffalo Bill Cody is bringing the wild west to
your fair town! Start saving up your money so you’ll be able to
purchase a ticket!” As he finished his announcement, the rider
slid down from his horse and landed on both feet giving a large
flourish as he bowed to everyone who was still staring at him.
“Better,” Drako commented as he pushed his hat back on his head,
allowing the sun to strike at his steely, cold eyes.
“I have some posters that need to be hung,” the rider stated,
his demeanor changed to one who understood he had been wrong and
needed to walk as if on thin ice.
“Oh no ye don’t!” Lou declared as she stormed from the front of
the hotel. “Ye’ll not be robbing my hotel safe nor any other
safe for that matter. Johnny, run him out of town this instant!”
“Hold on there, Lou,” Johnny dared answer his wife.
“Ma’am, I mean no disrespect and have no intensions of robbing
anybody. I earn good wages from Mr. Cody himself.”
“So said the last drummer who came through here, declaring the
circus was coming to town!” retorted Lou.
“Ma’am, I’m not working for any circus. Our Wild West is more
than any circus!” boasted the young man, taking a deep breath
and pushing his chest forward. “Why Annie Oakley and Frank
Butler are a part of our show, no circus can boast of them. And
Geronimo, Chief Joseph, and Sitting Bull have all graced us with
their presence at one time or another.”
“I don’t care who ye say, I don’t trust ye!”
“Lou, he’s just a drummer, let him do his job.”
“Then ye do yours; Marshal. Warn all the merchants of North Fork
to keep a close eye on their safes.” Lou humf’d as she folded
her arms and dared her husband to say otherwise.
“Johnny,” Micah called as he came from the leather shop, “Lou’s
right about the past. The last time a drummer came through here,
Lucas ended up shooting him when he tried to rob Lou’s safe. It
put Lucas and Mark at odds with each other when the drummer said
that he saw someone else run from the lobby. Lucas knew the
drummer to be a thief and Mark believed him to be honest.”
“What you’re both talking about is in the past and has nothing
to do with the young man who’s standing in front of us. We have
people, strangers, coming through here day after day and we
don’t issue any warnings about them, so why should I issue a
warning today?” Johnny cocked an eyebrow as he looked directly
at his wife.
“Well?!” Lou turned to walk away, her Irish temper flared. Her
body posture indicating she was not yet through with this
discussion, but the conclusion would wait until they were in
“Marshal, I’ll be staying here for a while. Mr. Cody told me
when I got to North Fork to wait for the show.”
“You have a name, son?” Johnny Drako asked.
“Sure, Pony Rawleston, my friends call me Pony,” stated the
rider as he held his hand out to Johnny.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Marshal Johnny Drako and welcome to
“You’re really him?” asked Pony, eyes wide in astonishment.
“The gunfighter… Johnny Drako?”
“Son, it’s been too many years since I was considered a
“But you are Johnny Drako, right?”
“Then you have to be one of the reasons why Mr. Cody is coming
here, he said something about some others that he’d heard about
in this territory. You’re famous!”
“Oh no…” cringed Micah.
“Marshal, if you don’t mind, I’ll take care of my horse and put
him up over at the livery and I really need to get these posters
up. Mr. Cody will have my hide when he arrives and I’ve not done
“When does he expect to get here?” Drako asked.
“By Friday, he’s made all the arrangements to move his show from
the train into wagons. The train itself will be on sidetracks
about ten miles east of town; we’ll probably establish our
settlement a couple miles outside of town. Some towns take
exception when we’re too close, but I’m sure Mr. Cody will be in
to see you prior to unpacking the first crate.”
“Do you job, but check in with me when you’re done,” Drako
suggested as he tipped his hat.
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir. Guess I should ask the livery owner if
he minds my sleeping with my horse seeing as how I don’t think
that gal who owns the hotel will let me stay there.”
“You leave the hotel owner to me, you’ll get a room, meals, and
a hot shower,” Johnny replied as he pulled his hat lower over
“Smell that bad, do I? Maybe I should visit the barber shop, get
a shave and a bath before I start walking around your town.”
“Maybe a bath and then a shave,” Johnny smiled and shook his
head as he returned to the Marshal’s Office.
Pony ran his left hand across his smooth face, “Yes sir.”
Micah and Johnny sat outside the office, talking more about the
last drummer who came to North Fork.
“So how was it that Mark came to stand up for this drummer
against Lucas?” Drako asked.
“Mark was always eager to get his first rifle, and that was the
day Lucas agreed to buy him his twenty-two. That drummer, I
think his name was… Marty, anyway, you know how our young Mark
trusted everyone at face value; Marty took to teaching Mark how
to shoot his rifle and I knew that didn’t settle well with
“No, I can’t imagine it would have. But how did they get at
“Lucas spent the evening with Lou, and when he dropped her off
at the hotel, Lou thought she had a prowler in the lobby and
yelled for Lucas, he came running into the lobby and barely
missed being struck by a bullet, he returned fire, striking the
lad through the doorway. Marty told them he’d seen someone else
running from the lobby, heard the shots fired, and was struck.
Anyway, you know Lucas, he’s like a she bear with cubs when it
comes to Mark, unfortunately neither could get the other to
understand, or accept, why they felt the way they did.
Ultimately, Lucas came up with a plan to prove which one of them
was right, I was to wire to the circus inquiring if Marty was
really in their employ.”
“And, what happened when you received the return wire?”
“We didn’t, Mark was to let Marty know that I was sending the
wire, if nothing happened, we’d know he was telling the truth.
Turns out, he tried sneaking out of town in the middle of the
night right after Mark told him what we were doing. Lucas and
Mark were waiting in the barn, each hoping the other was wrong,
but dreading the fact they might be right. Marty entered the
livery to get his horse and took a pot shot at Lucas, that’s all
there was too it.”
“Bet Mark didn’t like being proven wrong by Lucas,” commented
“No… The way I remember it, Mark was more hurt by Marty breaking
the trust he had placed in him. Mark looked up Marty because he
wasn’t that much older than Mark, and he was able to come and go
as he pleased; I’m sure the fact that he was skilled with a gun
also had something to do with it. No, Mark didn’t mind Lucas
proving him was wrong, he stood up like a man and apologized to
Lucas for thinking opposite of him.”
“Well, we always knew Mark was something special.” Johnny
narrowed his eyes as he saw Lou peeking out the front window of
the hotel, still brooding. “Guess I better go un-rile my wife.”
“Have fun!” Micah called as Johnny walked away.
Johnny Drako, Seth Lane, and Micah Torrance sat outside the
Marshal’s Office allowing the evening breeze to cool them from
the heat of the afternoon. They stopped talking as two men
stopped their horses in front of the hitching rails.
“Evening Gentlemen!” called the one wearing a fringed buckskin
jacket over military pants, blue with a yellow stripe down the
seam. “Allow me to introduce myself…”
“You don’t need to introduce yourself Mr. Cody, you boy, Pony
already did that,” Micah answered as the three stood and waited
for the two men to step from their horses.
“Well, you have me at a distinct disadvantage, but allow me to
introduce my show manager Johnny Baker.”
“Mr. Cody, you’re here!” Pony yelled as he ran from the livery.
“Of course I’m here. Told you we wouldn’t be here any later than
tomorrow. I decided to come into town and find out where we
should set up.”
“Mr. Cody, this here is Marshal Johnny Drako, Deputy Seth Lane,
and Deputy Micah Torrance,” Pony introduced.
After exchanging handshakes, Drako stated, “Pony said you
usually set up a mile or so out of town. There’s a gentle
valley, east of town, with plenty of grassland for grazing your
stock and a creek that runs through it and has a large pond area
before continuing on.”
“Glad to see we think alike, Johnny and I saw that valley when
we were riding in,” Cody answered. “We hope to have everything
set up so our first performance will be Saturday afternoon.”
“That quickly?” Micah asked.
“Your questioning a former cavalry scout, Micah,” Seth offered
as an explanation.
“We’ve enough roustabouts, that we’ll have most everything set
up by late afternoon tomorrow. Our outfit is extremely self
“That and you’ve done this quite a few times,” Drako offered.
“Just remind your ‘roustabouts’ that this here is a quiet town.
They’re welcome as long as they mind themselves.”
“Thank you. Baker, you’ll pass the word along?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Cody.”
Mark and his family sat mesmerized through the first performance
of Buffalo Bill Cody’s Wild West and Congress of Rough Riders
from the World; upon hearing the news that the show would be on
the outskirts of North Fork, Mark organized a family outing to
celebrate the twins sixth birthday, yet left their daughters
with Seth and Lilah. The boys were thrilled to see all the
riders, U.S. Cavalry and scouts, Cossacks, Turks, Gauchos,
Arabs, Mongols, and Georgians and their horses, not to mention
riders of the Pony Express and Native Indians; cowboys and Texas
Longhorns, each group dressed in traditional attire. Mark
answered his young sons’ questions, as best his could over the
noise of the crowd and the action happening in the arena.
Towards the end of the performance, Buffalo Bill Cody rode into
the middle of the arena sitting upon a large, pure white horse
with a long flowing mane and even longer tail.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, I present to you fierce
warriors who once were our foe, but, I am now proud to call my
friend. Watch and be amazed at their prowess in riding their
trusted ponies! Be amazed with the accuracy of their arrows and
knives, the knives of an enemy that took many scalps and not
just those of white men! See the vibrant colors of their
clothes, and allow yourselves to be drawn into their world.
Watch the intricacies of the dance as they pray to their Gods.
Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you, Lakota!! Pawnee!!
Sioux!! And Kiowa!! Indians of the Nations!!”
Only a few minutes into the performance, from the corner of his
eye Mark saw Hope stand and plead, “Excuse me” as she tried to
pass the other spectators who were sitting in the same row.
Knowing he couldn’t leave his sons alone, Mark could only sit
and wait, and wonder.
Still hearing the sounds from the arena, Hope ran while trying
to avoid the multitude of performers and support personnel
making their way to and from the show grounds. Leaning against a
traveling wagon, Hope could no longer stop the tears from
falling from her eyes; her emotions wrought with hatred,
embarrassment, and humiliation.
“Ma’am, are you okay?” Hope heard; she tried to compose herself
as she opened her eyes.
“No!” Hope yelled and tried to run away, but the Indian brave
who had asked put out a restraining hand, “I mean you no harm.
Our tribe is friends with the white man.”
“How could you!” Hope dared yelled as she stomped her foot and
clinched her hands.
“How could I? Your question is strange,” answered the brave.
“You make a mockery of… of…”
“Moc-ker-y, this word is not known to me.”
“Participating in that show!” Hope yelled as she pointed back to
the arena. “You are proud and noble and now… what the audience
saw was staged and so unreal!”
“What would a white woman know of our way of life, other than
what she has read in books?” the brave asked.
“I lived your life! I lived among you! Grey Heart, you and Iron
Heart and the others…”
“You know my name?” Grey Heart curiously asked.
“And why should I not!” a defiant Hope demanded.
“Ma’am?” Confusion painted the brave’s face.
“I am not a ma’am, I am Dawn Fire!” Hope’s eyes daring Grey
Heart to take up her challenge as she re-clinched her fists.
“Dawn Fire…” With a softening of his expression, Grey Heart
asked, “Can it really be you?”
“I am Dawn Fire! And what I saw out there was not the tribe that
raised me!” Again Hope pointed towards the arena.
“No, what you saw was a show for those who come to see. Nothing
more, nothing less.”
“Grey Heart, you need to get ready for the finale,” said a woman
dressed in traditional Indian attire, who came to stand next to
Hope looked at the woman and saw the age in her face and the
streaks of grey in her hair.
“Silver Moon, I will go, but please, keep my sister safe.”
Grey Heart turned to leave and jogged to where another brave
held his horse. He grabbed the mane of his horse and swung up
upon the animal’s back, grabbed his lance, raised it over his
head and cried out. As one, every rider followed Grey Heart’s
lead into the arena.
“Dawn Fire?” inquired Silver Moon.
“Yes, it is I,” answered Hope as she lowered her eyes, unable to
look at the woman who stood before her, the woman who had
offered her comfort those first few days after her Aunt Susan
and her family had been murdered; the woman who became a mother
“Dawn Fire, come child. We have much to talk.”
Silver Moon placed her hand to Hope’s back and escorted her into
their camp. As they walked farther and farther from the arena
and the sideshow attractions, Hope came to realize that much of
what she now saw was the truth, the way she remember living when
she was, Kiowa. The teepee where Iron Heart and family lived was
central to the entire camp. Throughout the camp, young children
helped with chores, while women prepared meals… And those in
between being considered a child or a brave, took care of the
herds. The young maidens of the camp were at their elders’
Silver Moon pulled aside the flap of the teepee and offered for
Hope to enter first; Silver Moon allowed the flap to close as
she joined Hope within.
“It is good to see you again daughter. Many times, I pray to the
Great One that you are happy. I pray that your life is good?”
“It is, Silver Moon. The others?”
A smile broke across the woman’s face when she answered, “I am a
grandmother many times over because of Grey Heart, Iron Talon,
and Running Fox. When my husband and eldest sons returned
without you, I mourned your loss. Iron Heart was proud when he
received word that you were to marry and your father asked us to
come. Yet, again, I mourned your loss upon our return home. I
missed having my daughter sit in front of me, allowing me to
brush her hair, talking woman’s words… baking bread or skinning
“I missed you too. It was difficult, but… the people of North
Fork welcomed me as you did. I love my husband and his family…”
“Has the Great One blessed you with..” Silver Moon stopped
Hope looked toward the flap upon hearing the voices of many
braves cry out their victory. The voices outside abruptly
quieted and the flap to the teepee opened, allowing the interior
to be flooded with the sun, before it closed again.
“Dawn Fire, Grey Heart said you returned to us,” Iron Heart
spoke to welcome the one who had been his daughter.
Hope stood to the side of the cooking area within the teepee,
staring at Iron Heart, dressed in his full war bonnet and
breastplate, holding his lance perpendicular to the ground.
“The teepee of Iron Heart has not been the same since you left,”
Iron Heart offered as a way to entice Hope into conversation.
“Iron Heart and his family have been missed in my heart, too,”
“From what Grey Heart said and from what I see in your eyes, you
do not approve of how we live.”
Thinking before she spoke, Hope finally answered, “I know I have
no right to judge you and the tribe; I am no longer a member.”
Grey Heart took the lance Iron Heart held out to him. Iron Heart
walked towards Hope, his arms held open, inviting her into an
embrace. Hope cried again as Iron Heart wrapped his arms around
her and spoke soothingly. In time, Hope regained control over
her emotions and Iron Heart stepped to stand next to Silver
Moon, placing his left hand on the right shoulder of his wife.
"Do not be angered by what you see outside. Cody calls us
‘actors’.” Iron Heart paused as he looked to Hope standing
stoically in front of him. “Some day, I see the white man
‘acting’ their own great battles, Gettysburg, Vicksburg,
Chancellorsville, and Appomattox, before crowds of people. Dawn
Fire, what you saw today is only a show, a show of the white
man, but there are times when we are the victors.”
“But the white man sees you as savage because of what you do!”
“Little Big Horn is the history of both the white and the red
man…” Iron Heart softly spoke.
“But the Kiowa were NOT there!”
“No, the Kiowa were not there, but the white man does not see
the difference between the tribes, to them we are Indian. Though
the white man comes from many countries, they do not see that we
“Then you must teach them the difference, the same as the
difference between an American and someone from Ireland or
“But from your history books, Americans are descendants from
England, and other countries,” Grey Heart spoke.
“You use my words against me. Why? Why have you given up your
way of life to do this?” demanded Hope.
“We do this so we may live a life off a reservation. Should we
deny our young the chance to learn? When the white man’s
children go to school; our children sit beside them to learn.
Those who teach the young, teach of all the cultures in this
settlement. The white man has taught us more of their words. Do
you not hear how well we use the white man’s words? Have you not
listened to hear that the white man uses our words when in
conversation with us?” Iron Heart patiently spoke.
Hope continued to stand and listen to the words of Iron Heart,
she turned to look at those who she had called brothers were
nodding their heads in agreement.
Iron Heart continued, “What you have not seen is after, when the
sun is chased from the sky; people from the towns we visit come
to our village... Here, they see we are not the savages they
read of... They freely walk among us, without fear. Men come and
trade for our furs. Women trade for baskets, and beads, and ask
questions… Should we be too proud to not use this as a way to
teach our way of life to those who are willing to learn?”
“My eyes are as blind as those who only believe what is
written,” Hope sorrowfully admitted.
“Dawn Fire, many moons ago, I knew our way would come to an
end... We are proud, but by doing this, our way of life still
lives and we are free."
“Free? You do not follow the great buffalo herds… How can you
say you are free?” Hope pleaded to understand.
“There are not many buffalo herds that roam the land, but we are
allowed to be who we are and Mr. Cody understands our way of
life and when the iron horse passes through a valley with a
herd, he will stop the iron horse and we hunt. Red man and white
man, side by side. He provides rifles so we may hunt at a
distance so no brave has to get close to the beast and risk his
life. He even asked me to teach him to hunt with a bow and
arrow, as well as with the lance. The women, of all skin colors,
white, red, black, brown, work side by side to skin the buffalo
to provide food to sustain us and hides for clothing and
“I understand what you are saying, but to see you on display…”
“The white men are on display too. Do not forget they have a
part to play out there.”
“The white man has wronged the Indian in so many ways…” Hope
“It was after the white man’s great war that I first encountered
a scout, a fierce fighter, for the white man’s army. If I can
put aside my past hatred of Mr. Cody, can you not put aside
“Hope, that is the name you are called, Hope?” Iron Heart asked.
“Yes, my name is Hope.”
“Your eyes show your hatred for how you think we have been
treated. Mr. Cody treats us with respect and honor. He shares
food in this teepee on many occasions, as do others. And Silver
Moon and I have broken bread with Mr. Cody in the carriage of
his iron horse”
From outside the tent, those within heard, “Iron Heart, a moment
of your time?”
Iron Heart stepped to the flap and exited the teepee only to
return a short time later with another man, the one who had sat
upon the large white horse.
“Glad to have found you, I’m William Cody.”
“I didn’t need finding,” Hope answered.
“One of my managers saw you running from the arena, and a lone
woman can cause quite a commotion around here. Myself and a few
of my Rough Riders have scoured the entire settlement in search
of you, in an effort to avoid any real life re-enactment of any
of our performances.”
“You need not worry about that, I have no fear of being
“Scalped? Little lady, these Indians are my friends, why they’d
no more try to scalp you than they would me,” boasted Buffalo
“They may not, but I might…” Hope replied.
“I see by the ring on your left hand you are a married woman and
I really must insist that you return to join those you came
with. If you’ll come with me? Don’t need no woman getting all
hysterical and raising unnecessary alarm...”
“Hysterical! I’ll have you know, I am not a hysterical woman.
I’ll stand up to any brave or rough rider you have!”
“Dawn Fire!” scolded Silver Moon.
“I’ll not have him belittle you or me!” Hope declared.
“Dawn Fire?” repeated Cody.
“Mr. Cody, the one who stands before you is as a daughter to us,
she once lived with us, and was called Dawn Fire,” Silver Moon
“I did not mean to belittle you nor do I demean my friendship
with Iron Heart and his people. I know of you, Iron Heart spoke
fondly of you when we shared a piece pipe when he first joined
“You did more than share a piece pipe,” stated Silver Moon as
she remembered how drunk the two became on that occasion.
“We won’t go into that part of the story. Ma’am, I think it
would be best if you were to come with me and I do not ask for
your own good, but for the protection of our friends. There are
those who would take your disappearance as an excuse to cause
trouble for Iron Heart or any of the tribes. I wish to avoid
this at all costs. Please… will you come with me?”
Cody extended his arm and waited for Hope to make up her mind.
Soon, she nodded and accepted Buffalo Bill Cody’s arm
Before they left the teepee, Iron Heart spoke in Kiowa, “It was
good to see you.”
“I hope we may see each other again,” Hope answered in Kiowa. In
English, she continued, “Maybe you can teach me to see with open
eyes and an open heart.” Hope gave a brief smile before she
turned and left.
“So, where should I see you to?” Cody asked as they stepped from
“Probably your ticket gate, I presume my husband would be
waiting for me there,” answered Hope.
Buffalo Bill escorted Hope during their walk towards the
entrance to the settlement, as they approached they heard the
rumblings of a rather unfriendly crowd. Dropping Hope’s hand
from his arm, Cody ran to see what was causing the trouble.
“People! People! Quiet down!” Cody demanded as he jumped up on a
“They can’t get away with kidnapping a white woman,” a man in
the crowd yelled.
“She wasn’t kidnapped!” another man called out in an attempt to
disburse the crowd. “Everyone, please, just go back to your
“I saw her run off! Scared to death she was! Saw a filthy injun
grab her by the arm!” the man yelled again. “Burn them all! That
will teach ‘em!”
Buffalo Bill heard the one man declare, “Trumble, stop drumming
up trouble! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“I know what I saw, them injuns have a white woman captive! If
you’re not man enough… Come one men!”
Without waiting any longer, Cody pulled his handgun and fired
into the air causing an immediate silence to settle around the
“People! We can handle this without your interference!” Cody
heard the young man yell.
“Just who is supposed to be missing?!” Hope dared yell as she
walked up to face the crowd. “Have you nothing better to do than
let whiskey do your talking?! If you were real men, everyone
here would be ashamed for their actions!”
“Is that her?” someone in the crowd yelled.
“That’s her!” another answered.
“Folks, as you can see, there has been no harm done to this
young woman and as such, it is getting late and the show grounds
are closed. Now please, go back to your homes!” Buffalo Bill
Through mumbled words, the crowd quieted and slowly disbursed,
while Buffalo Bill stepped down from the table. Taking his hat
in one hand, he pulled a bandanna from his pocket to wipe his
Cody watched as one man broke away from the other two, the young
one who had tried to calm the crowd, and wrapped his arms around
her and pulled her close. Cody smiled when he saw her somewhat
relax into the man’s arms.
“Gentlemen, no harm was done to the young woman. She just got
curious and wandered off. One of my men saw her and came to get
me to rescue her.”
Pushing herself back, Hope declared to Buffalo Bill, “I say
again, I did nothing to need rescuing.” Turning back to Mark,
“Iron Heart is here.”
“Here, where?” an incredulous Mark asked.
“In the settlement, I recognized him when the performance
started… that’s why I ran. I’m ashamed for what I accused. Mr.
Cody, with your permission, I’d like to return tomorrow. My
husband and I, oh, this is my husband, Marshal Mark McCain, my
father, Deputy Seth Lane, and Marshal Johnny Drako.”
“Ma’am, I met your marshal and your father when we first
arrived. Mr. McCain, pleased to meet you. I guess we all kind of
jumped to conclusions today. Little Lady, we only have a
mid-afternoon performance tomorrow; I’d be honored to host all
you and your family after your church services.”
Cody tipped his hat and walked back into the settlement, he
halted his stride, shook his head, before he continued walking
to his quarters.
“Hope what did you accuse?” Seth asked.
“I accused Iron Heart of betraying who he was,” Hope cast her
eyes down as she answered her father. “I have a lot to learn and
to apologize for. Where are the boys?”
“Johnny and I came to check on how the roustabouts were behaving
and saw Mark looking rather, anxious. We took them back to town
and left them with Lilah before returning. We just go back when
Cody fired his gun,” Seth answered.
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