The Writer's Corner
The Next Step…
Chapter 89 - The Terrible Three
Written by Deanne Bertram
The late-summer sun beat down on Lucas and Mark as they spent
longer days out on the range, working the McCain crops and
tending to the cattle and fences. It took more effort to keep
the ranch going as Lucas had insisted that Jake take time off to
finish working on the home where he and Gwen would live, after
they were married. The drought continued to take a hard toll on
all the ranches in the territory.
“Pa, I know we’ve weathered droughts before, but, I don’t
remember loosing this many calves,” Mark stated as he
straightened up and bent backwards, after jamming the shovel in
Lucas removed his hat, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to
wipe his brow, and answered, “You were a lot younger the last
time we suffered a drought this bad, but I know what you mean.
There’s nothing we can do except keep doing what we’re doing,
until God decides to bless us with rain.”
“I wish Mr. Jonas could make a return visit,” Mark commented as
he remembered that particular drought.
Hope and Milly spent their days, keeping their homes tidy,
taking care of the children, and cooking for their tired
husbands. In the mornings, Milly restricted Hope from helping
with the laundry, instead, Gwen helped with the chore. During
the afternoons, Hope and Milly worked with the twins and Little
Ted to prepare them for school. Gwen helped by putting Eli and
Mykaela down for their naps, before she worked on plans for her
upcoming wedding. As the days passed, summer slipped to the
beginning of fall and there was plenty of activity in North Fork
and the McCain homes. The General Store was bustling with
activity as parents purchased supplies and clothes, in order to
prepare the children to return to school, while others would
attend for the first time.
Though Lucas had always insisted that Sunday was God’s day, as
the drought continued, each day necessitated time out on the
range. While waiting for Lucas to return home, Milly was dealing
with two excited children and one very sad little boy.
“When do I get to have fun?” Levi asked.
“You get to have fun all the time?” Little Ted stated. “I have
to go to work tomorrow.”
“You don’t go to work tomorrow, you’re going to school,” Myra
corrected in a taunting manner.
“That’s work!” Little Ted argued.
“But nobody here to pway with me,” Levi pouted.
“Oh, sweetie,” Milly stated, picking Levi up and placing him on
her lap. “Eli will still be home. And I’m sure Gwen will read
you a story during the afternoon, before your nap. And after
your nap, maybe we can bake a batch of cookies.”
Sniffling, Levi asked, “Can I lick the bowl?”
“That’s my job!” Little Ted declared.
“Your little brother gets to lick the bowl tomorrow, because you
will be at school,” Milly stated and laughed when she heard
Little Ted state, “Ah, that’s not fair.”
Milly looked up as a tired and sweaty Lucas walked through the
Little Ted ran over and tried to jump up in his Pa’s arms, only
to hear Lucas give out a little moan.
“Papa, you hurt?”
“No, not hurt, just tired. It’s been a long, hot day.”
“Can I get you a glass of water?” Myra asked.
“That sounds good,” Lucas answered as he set his rifle in the
stand next to the door and hung his hat on the peg on the wall.
Myra carried the water glass to her father and handed it to him
as he sat down on a chair at the table.
“So, are you two excited about school tomorrow?” Lucas asked.
“Sure am!” Little Ted answered.
“Yes, Papa,” Myra replied.
“What ‘bout me?” Levi asked.
“You? Well, I might need a partner out on the range tomorrow.
I’ll probably need someone to help keep Mark in line,” Lucas
“I stay and bake cookies with Mama,” Levi stated.
Lucas and Milly both smiled.
“Lucas, let me put the children to bed and I’ll set out your
supper. You should have time enough to wash up out back,” Milly
Mark walked into their bedroom, from washing up outside to hear
Hope say, “Mark, you can’t keep me here!” as she stood at the
side of the bed. “Tomorrow’s the twins first day of school!”
“Hope, I’d prefer you to stay here and take it easy. I don’t
want you and our baby being jostled around, sitting on the wagon
seat.” Mark crawled across the bed and wrapped his arms around
Hope, petting her pregnant belly as she sat down. “Besides, who
would hold Emmy on the seat? I hate to say it, but your lap kind
of shrunk.” Mark ducked as Hope swatted backwards at him with
“Please, I don’t want to miss seeing them walk into school on
their first day,” Hope pleaded. “It only happens once in their
‘It’s so hot outside… I don’t want you exerting yourself,” Mark
tried to reason.
“Hot outside? It’s hot in the kitchen, cooking your supper each
night you’re home.”
“Hope, I saw how uncomfortable you were today riding into town
and back home for church.”
“That was just today, I didn’t sleep well last night, he was
quite active,” Hope stated as she placed a hand over her
pregnant belly. “Besides, just sitting on a wagon seat isn’t
exerting. I’d be more anxious, waiting for you to get home to
tell me all that happened. I’d be pacing the floor the whole
time you’re gone.”
Placing his face close to Hope’s belly, “Hey little fella, let
your mama sleep tonight. She has a big day planned tomorrow.”
Reluctantly Mark gave into his wife. “Okay, but you don’t get
down from the wagon seat until I get you back home!”
“And if I wanted to do some shopping while in town?”
“I did all your shopping yesterday, or are you trying to tell me
you forgot to put something on the list?”
Hope had figured the twins would be excited about going to
school and immediately jump from bed when she called their
names. Much to her surprise, the only response she received were
groans proclaiming it was too early in the morning.
“Either both of you climb from your beds, right now or I’ll get
your father to wake you from your beds,” Hope called.
“Mama, it’s too early to get up,” Josh replied again. “Just a
little bit more, please?”
“No!” Mark called over Hope’s shoulder. “Your Mama called you to
wake up and you’ll get from those beds right now and make them.
You’ve time to get dressed and have a good breakfast while I go
hitch the team.”
Both Hope and Mark grinned as they watched three boys squirm
under their covers with two eventually climbing from their beds,
eyes half closed.
By the time Mark returned to the house, Hope was removing the
boy’s breakfast dishes from the table and placing them to soak
in the sink.
“Now, let me look at the two of you,” Hope declared as she knelt
in front of her oldest sons. “I can’t believe the two of you are
old enough to start school.”
“If you don’t want us to go to school, we can stay here with
you,” Zach replied.
“We can help Papa,” Josh chimed in.
“No, like your Grandpa Lucas always told me, a good education is
more important. I’ll get along fine without you, until you’re
“Don’t seem fair,” Zach stated as he fussed at his shirt collar.
“What doesn’t seem fair?” Hope asked.
“Having to dress up like we’re going to church,” Josh answered
as he too fussed with his shirt collar.
“I want Mr. Bullock to think you both have been raised
properly,” Hope answered.
“Come on everyone, the wagon train is about to leave,” Mark
called from the doorway after he took his rifle down from over
While Mark was helping to load his children, Hope, and Gwen in
their buckboard; across the yard, Lucas was helping to load his
family into their buckboard. Once in the driver’s seat, Mark
rein slapped his team, turning them around to follow the rest of
his family for the trip to school.
The closer they came to the school grounds they heard the
laughter and squeals of other children playing before the
morning bell rang. They saw numerous other families dropping
their children off for the first day of school – parents lifting
children from the back of buckboards, parents trying to make
sure their children were presentable, and parents holding each
other as their children went to school for the first time.
“I’m first!” Mark heard from behind as he turned and watched
Josh and Zach jump down before he had the team to a full stop.
He heard the gasp escape Hope, “They’re okay. They’re McCain’s,”
Mark whispered as he squeezed her hand. He noticed Eli pouting
in the back of the wagon, while Mykaela continued to play a hand
clapping game with Gwen.
Mark climbed from the buckboard and called after his sons,
“Joshua Lucas! Zachariah James!” He watched as the boys stopped
running with a group of boys. With heads hung, they made their
way back to the buckboard.
“Papa, we’s just wanting to play,” Josh answered.
“I know, but you will give your Mama a goodbye kiss and tell her
you love her,” Mark quietly replied as he knelt down in front of
the twins. “This is hard on her. She’s had you all to herself
ever since you were born, now today; you’re growing up and
starting school. She’s going to miss you.”
The twins looked at each other and then to their Ma. Mark lifted
each one to the front seat of the buckboard.
“Mama, we’re gonna miss you. Will you make us some cookies
today?” Josh asked.
“With a glass of milk when we get home?” Zach asked.
“I’ll have cookies and milk waiting for both of you when you get
home. You mind everything that Mr. Bullock tells you today and
“Ah Ma, it’s not church,” Josh moaned. Seeing the look on his
Pa’s face, Josh immediately stated, “Yes Mama.”
After both boys had hugged and kissed their Mama goodbye, Mark
set them to the ground and pointed his finger at them, warning
them, “You behave yourselves today. I don’t want to hear that
either of you got into any trouble.”
“Yes, Papa!” they both answered as the school bell rang.
Mark turned to see tears streaming down Hope’s face. He looked
to his parents’ buckboard and realized that practically the same
scene was playing out there, as well.
“Well, Eli? What shall we do today?” Mark asked.
“Me?” Eli answered.
“Yes, you. We have to get your Mama, sister, and Gwen home, but
then it’ll just be the two of us this morning.”
Mark watched as a smile spread over Eli’s face.
Mark climbed to the seat of the buckboard and watched as Johnny
Drako walked away with one arm around Lou’s shoulders and
Danielle on his other hip. He watched Abigail lay her head on
Thadd’s shoulder while he carried Steven away from the school
grounds. At a distance, he saw Seth and Lilah watching as well
as Micah and Hattie. At his parents’ buckboard. he saw Johnny
Gibbs shaking hands with Lucas, while Milly and Colleen hugged
each other. Realizing the separation anxiety that Hope must be
feeling, Mark pulled her into a hug.
“I’ll be back this afternoon to pick them up. They’ll be fine,”
Not trusting her voice, Hope only nodded.
The McCain’s waved as they drove past their families and
friends, as they headed their buckboards home.
After helping Hope inside, Mark insisted that she go lie down
and take a small nap. Even though he had tried to be careful,
there was still some jolting that couldn’t be avoided. He
watched as Gwen carried Mykaela into the bedroom and placed her
on the bed with Hope.
“Okay, Partner,” Mark called to Eli while he leaned over, hands
to his knees.
“Sure, why don’t you come and make sure I do things properly
while I unhitch the team.”
Mark sat Eli on a stack of hay bales before he led the geldings
inside. Chip and Poco came racing to the corral door and
squealed as the two larger horses entered their stalls. As Mark
unharnessed the horses, he answered the questions Eli asked
about what happens at school.
As they returned to the house, Mark sent Eli to play in his
room. Once the door was closed, he asked Gwen, “Is she
“Didn’t take too long before she fell asleep.”
“Good, let her sleep until she wakes on her own. Hopefully, it
will be closer to lunch. I need to go out and check on the
crops. Will you be okay with Eli and Emmy?”
“I’ll be back in time to go after the twins.”
The first month of school ended with progress cards sent home to
the parents of every child, listing the child’s strengths and
weaknesses. Both McCain households were pleased with the reports
received from Mr. Bullock.
Mark and his family were spending the evening at his parents’
home, listening to the boys talk about how fun school was and
how easy everything was that they were learning.
“Mark, can’t believe these are really your sons, considering how
much trouble your mother had in working with you and your book
learning,” Lucas commented.
“I’m thankful they’re finding school more enjoyable than I did
at their age,” Mark replied.
“Still, can’t believe how well all three are doing in school,”
“And why not?” Milly asked.
“Yeah, Pa, why not? With Milly and Hope instilling their
lessons…” Mark teased.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. It’s just that as
much as you struggled in school.”
“Oh, Lucas,” Milly teased. “We know what you meant. But at
times, it’s taken everything we can think of, to get through to
them… Believe me, dealing with all three is just as difficult as
dealing with one Mark.”
“Hey!” Mark called out.
The end of October was fast approaching when Percy Bullock made
a late evening visit to Mark and Hope. After tying his horse to
the hitching rail, he stepped to the porch and knocked on the
“Come in,” Mark called.
Percy entered the home to find Hope sitting in her chair and
Mark sitting on a chair from the table pulled in front of where
she sat. Percy snickered as he saw Mark tenderly massaging
Hope’s feet and ankles.
“How’s the baby doing?” Percy asked as he removed his hat and
tried to compose himself.
“Cooking right along,” Mark laughed.
“I’m down right miserable, with this heat…I feel as if I’m in an
oven,” Hope replied, fanning herself. “But, Doc Burrage stated
everything seems to be progressing well. We’ve only one more
month to go.”
“I’m glad to hear. Tessa says to send her love,” Percy stated.
“So, what brings you all the way out here this late in the
evening?” Mark asked.
“Um… Are the boys asleep?”
“Have been for probably a half hour,” Mark answered. “Why?”
“Well, I seem to be having some trouble in the classroom and
though nobody will actually say who, I think Josh, Zach, and
Little Ted are up to mischief.”
“Mischief?” Hope quietly exclaimed, trying to sit up in her
chair, pulling her feet from Mark’s hands.
“I think some of the younger children overheard the older boys
talking about mischief night. It’s less than a week away.”
“I forgot all about mischief night, I remember when I rode with
Billy and Freddie…”
“What type of mischief are the boys up too?” Hope asked.
“Nothing serious, but definitely starting to disrupt the class.
I mean, in the beginning, their swapping places and trying to
convince me one’s the other was no big deal. I know about Josh’s
birthmark. I’ve not found any slingshots at school, but paper
wads are being thrown around and items aren’t where I know I
left them. I’ve talked with Stevan and if you’d agree, we’d like
to change classrooms tomorrow.”
“You don’t need my permission to change classrooms,” Mark
“See, I think the boys are misbehaving because of our
friendship… Regardless, I’d like for you to be outside the
classroom, and if they do act up…”
“I’ll see that McCain Law is imposed upon them,” Mark declared.
“Mark, the three of them are really bright students. I have no
qualms with their school work, it’s just that…”
“You don’t need to explain. I remember the trouble Freddie,
Billy, and I got into, only we were a lot older. Pa called us
the Three Musketeers.” Mark grinned. “Percy, you and Stevan set
your plan into motion. I’ll talk with Ma and Pa tonight and let
them know what’s happening.”
“Mark, I’m real sorry…” Percy stated.
“No need to be. After all, the three of them are McCain’s…” Mark
answered as he shook his head. “I should have known things were
proceeding too smoothly.”
Mark escorted the four McCain children to school the following
morning. The three boys spent the ride excitedly talking amongst
themselves while Myra and Mark rode behind them. After saying
goodbye to Mark and tying their ponies to the hitching rail, the
three boys ran into the classroom, only to stop dead in their
tracks, with Little Ted bumping into the twins, when they saw
Mr. Griswald standing at the front of their schoolroom, lesson
book in hand. They quickly took their seats when one of the
older children rang the school bell.
The children sat straight in their seats as Mr. Griswald took
roll call. After roll call, he walked up and down the aisles,
stopping when he came to where the McCain’s sat.
“I understand that there has been quite the disruption in this
classroom because of certain students, who are yet unidentified.
This is a school for learning and I know each and every one of
your parents expect you to receive a proper education. Let this
be a warning, there will be order in this classroom, anyone who
does not follow my instructions or those of Mr. Bullock will
find themselves at the front of the classroom to receive a sound
“Uh uh,” one of the twins mumbled under his breath.
“What was that?” Mr. Griswald inquired; piqued that someone
would be so bold.
“Nothing,” Little Ted declared as he jabbed Josh in the ribs.
Mr. Griswald turned to walk to the front of the classroom, when
he felt something strike him on the back of his shoulder.
“Students, who did that?”
Not one of the children in the classroom said anything.
“Okay, since none of you will point out the guilty party, every
one of you is considered guilty by association.”
“Mr. McCain, front and center,” Mr. Griswald ordered.
“Which one?” Josh snickered.
The voice Josh heard answer was not the voice he expected. “The
one who used a rubber band to sling that paper wad, striking Mr.
Griswald.” Josh started to look up as a shadow fell over him. He
turned in his seat to see a U.S. Marshal’s badge pinned to the
shirt. He didn’t have to look up any further to know the badge
was being worn by his father. He sank lower in his seat.
“Front and center, Mr. McCain,” Mark stated, arms crossed in
front of him. “Don’t make me pick you up from your seat.”
Mark watched as his son slowly stood. Josh looked to his Pa
before walking to the front of the classroom, with his Pa right
behind him. Once there, Josh asked, “You’re not gonna switch me,
“No, I’m not,” Mark answered. “But your teacher is.”
Mark stepped back two steps and motioned for his son to turn
around. Mr. Griswald picked up the switch and stepped beside
Josh. The look on Mr. Griswald’s face expressed his apology to
Mark for what he was about to do. Mark nodded that he
Two switches later, Josh was rubbing his backside as he returned
to his seat, mumbling under his breath, “I’m gonna tell Mama.”
“You’ll find no sympathy from her, either. Mr. Bullock stopped
by the house after you went to bed last night. How do you think
I knew to be standing at the door today,” Mark answered. “Now,
there will be three McCain boys who will stay inside while the
other children play during recess. And, after school, you will
stay in your seats until I return,” Mark stated.
“But I didn’t do anything,” Little Ted stated.
“Not today, but according to Mr. Bullock, the three of you have
been up to mischief and for your actions, there are
“What’s that?” Zach asked as he began to realize they were in
“Punishment,” Myra giggled.
“Miss McCain, mind yourself or else you just might end up
joining your brother and... the twins,” Mr. Griswald replied.
“Yes sir,” Myra answered.
“Marshal McCain, thank you for helping to restore order to this
classroom,” Mr. Griswald stated as Mark walked to the door.
“Just let me know if any charges are to be filed against them.
They can work off their sentences at the jail.”
“Jail?” Josh asked.
“Yes, jail with bread and water for food. The jail needs a good
After seeing his son back to his seat, Mark walked out the door.
Once the door was closed, he laughed to himself. Yes, it pained
him to watch as his eldest son was switched, but he knew that it
wasn't anywhere near as hard a switching as the one he had
received, all those years ago.
As ordered, the twins and Little Ted stayed in their seats
during recess and lunch. Mr. Griswald gave them extra words to
learn and copy down, adding that there would be more words for
them to learn at home that week.
Mr. Griswald rang the bell indicating the end of school for the
other students. All three McCain boys jumped from their seats,
but stopped when they heard Mr. Griswald clear his throat.
Slowly they returned to their seats and waited.
Looking up from grading papers, “Yes, Mr. McCain,” Stevan
answered when he saw one of the twins raise his hand.
“I gotta go!”
“Alright, but you come straight back here. You were instructed
to wait here for your father.”
Stevan watched as the boy walked out the door before he returned
to his task.
Unsure how much time had passed, Stevan looked up when he heard
boots sounding on the steps at the back of the schoolroom.
“Good afternoon, Mark,” Mr. Griswald called.
“Where’s Josh?” was his response. “Chip’s not out front.”
“Josh, why he…”
“He left saying he had to go,” Myra explained.
“Go where?” Mark asked.
“I thought he meant to the outhouse,” Stevan answered.
Pointing his finger to his son and his brother, Mark demanded,
“You stay put! Gabby, keep an eye on them.” Mark ran from the
schoolhouse to the outhouse, followed by Stevan. Mark knocked on
the door and received no response, causing him to pull open the
door to see it unoccupied.
Trying hard to apologize, Stevan stated, “Mark, I’m so sorry, I
“I should have remembered…” Mark felt the guilt worse than
“Stevan, will you see the others to Seth at the Marshal’s
Office? Ask him to take them home and let Hope know what
happened.” Mark asked.
“Mark, I’d like to help…”
“Stevan, this wasn’t your fault. You can best help by getting
the others to Seth,” Mark stated as he walked back to the front
of the schoolhouse and identified the tracks of the pony heading
away. Mark grabbed Rainmaker’s reins and walked alongside the
Stevan led the small procession of McCain children to the
“Well, if you’re not the pied piper, but you seem to be missing
one,” Seth stated, as he looked the group over.
“I know. I’m so sorry, but Josh seems to have run away,” Stevan
“Because you switched him!” Zach bitterly pouted.
A knowing Seth answered, “I know what happened. Your father told
me this morning. You’ll get no sympathy from me. A just
punishment for throwing a paper wad at your teacher. You should
be thankful that you didn’t get switched for all the trouble the
three of you have been causing.”
“Seth, Mark asked if you would see them home and tell Hope what
happened. He’s tracking Josh as we speak. I offered to go with
“No, you did right in bringing the others here. Thank you Stevan,
I’ll see that they get home.”
Johnny returned to the Marshal’s Office as Stevan was leaving,
“So, more charges are being preferred against the lot of you?”
“Johnny, Josh ran away,” was all Seth said.
Johnny’s teasing tone of voice turned somber as he said, “Get
them home. I’ll watch the town.”
An older gentleman was giving his horse a break as he walked
along beside it. With nowhere in particular to go, he was
enjoying the changing colors of the sky as the sun sank behind
the hills. He approached what remained of a small river,
stopping to offer his horse a drink. Kneeling down to fill his
canteen, he heard a high-pitched whinny from the trees on the
other side of the river. Leaving his horse ground tied, he
sprang across the river to investigate. The closer he approached
he thought he heard someone. Stepping into the opening the man
saw a young boy sitting next to a tree, his pony’s reins in his
“Well now, look what I found.” the man stated.
“Go way!” the boy called.
“You out here all by yourself?”
“What’s it matter to you? No one cares about me!”
Surprised at the boy’s response, the man asked, “Oh…, what about
“Ain’t got none,” the boy answered.
The man walked over and knelt next to the boy, placing one hand
on his shoulder and the other he placed under the boy’s chin to
lift his face. “You don’t have no mama or papa?”
“I did, once. But not no more,” he answered while he tried to
wipe away his tears.
“Well, if’n you were my boy, I’d be pretty worried if I didn’t
know where you were,” the man said sympathetically.
“A man has to grown up some time,” the boy stated.
The stranger tried hard to hide his amusement, a mere child
talking of being a man and growing up. “My I do envy you, living
the life without a care in the world. So, you got this here
piece of ground staked out for yourself?”
Wiping his tears, the boy asked, “Staked out?”
“Why sure, a man on his own needs land, good land, for building
a home, planting crops, and raising cattle.”
“I know about raising cattle.”
“You got your herd around here somewhere?”
“No, my Papa and Grandpa, they got herds.”
With an understanding, the man said, “Oh?” He stood and
continued, “My name’s Reed, Reed Young.” He held out his hand to
the boy, who looked up to him from where he sat.
“Now that’s not very neighborly. I hold out my hand and
introduce myself as a friend and you just sit there,” Reed
Getting to his feet and dusting off his backside, the boy stuck
out his hand and said, “My name’s Josh, Josh… Josh Lucas.”
“Pleased to meet you Mr. Lucas,” Reed answered as he firmly
shook the boy’s hand. “Care if I join you around your campfire
for the night?”
“I don’t have one. Papa says I’m not old enough to use matches,”
“Well, I think I’m old enough.” Looking around the clearing,
Reed stated, “You’ve got a good location here, why don’t you go
search up some firewood and I’ll go get my horse. We can make
camp here tonight. Unless you’d rather spend the night by
yourself… out here… in the dark. The sun will be setting soon.”
It didn’t take much thinking before Josh answered, “No, I… I … I
think I’d like your company.”
“Well, I been meaning to find me a partner. You might be the one
I been looking for.”
“I was partners with Papa…”
Lucas was waiting on the porch when Seth rode into the yard
followed by three of the McCain children, “Seth?” he asked as he
“Mark’s out looking for Josh. He took getting switched pretty
hard and ran away after school. Stevan’s pretty torn up about
it,” Seth replied.
“Thank you for bringing them home,” Lucas answered as he
motioned Myra and Little Ted inside.
Seth followed Zach to his house and put a restraining hand on
his grandson’s shoulder as they stepped to the porch. “Zach,
your Mama was upset last night when she heard the report from
your teacher about you and your brother misbehaving. Now she’s
going to be even more upset when she finds out that Josh ran
“He wouldn’t a run off if Papa hadn’t made Mr. Griswald switch
“What did you expect? Your father’s a lawman, as am I. You three
were reported to be breaking the school’s rules, and your
brother was caught in the act. Do you think because your
father’s a marshal and a friend of your teachers that you’re not
supposed to be punished?”
After thinking for a few moments, Zach replied, “Guess not,” and
hung his head.
“Straight to your room. I want to talk with your Mama.”
Seth followed his grandson into his home and watched as he
headed straight to his bedroom.
“Father, what a surprise! I didn’t know you were coming home
with… Where’s Mark… and Josh?” Hope asked as she greeted her
“Hope, sit down.” After waiting for his daughter to sit down,
Seth continued, “Seems Josh was upset about the switching and
ran away after school. Mark’s out searching for him right now.”
“He’s out there… alone?”
“He won’t be for long. You know how good a tracker Mark is.
He’ll find him,” Seth offered to his daughter.
Hope looked out the window, past the horizon; hands clutched to
Upon returning to where he’d met the boy, Reed instructed his
‘partner’ to help unsaddle his pony.
“Mighty fine looking horse you got here. This your brand Mc2?”
“Uh, yeah, Chip is mine,” Josh answered as he struggled to carry
the saddle over to a fallen tree, after Reed handed it to him.
“I seen some cattle on the other side of town… North Fork, I
think. They had this same brand.”
“We… They got lots of cattle.”
“They a good outfit?”
“Outfit?” Josh asked.
“Yeah, the people, are they good people to do business with?
Would they feed a stranger traveling through, if’n he were
“I think so.”
“They got a woman cook or a man cook?”
“Is she a real good cook?”
“Yeah. Mama makes real good cookies and lets me lick the batter
Reed smiled as he realized where the boy really belonged.
The sun had finished setting as Reed sliced some meat off the
rabbit he had on the small spit. He glanced over at the boy and
saw his head nodding, trying to fight sleep, while he ate. After
waiting for the boy to fall asleep, Reed kicked dirt onto the
fire and made sure it was out. As dry as the summer and fall had
been, he knew the risk of fire on the plains. Keeping an eye on
the boy, he saddled both his horse and the pony.
Having tied the pony’s reins to the saddle horn of his horse’s
saddle, Reed knelt down and picked the sleeping boy up in his
arms. In his sleep, the boy wrapped his arms around Reed’s neck.
“I’m sorry, Papa.” he heard the boy mumble. Carefully, he
mounted his horse and headed to the home where he hoped he would
find two worried parents.
It had been ages ago when Reed rode with his young son in front
of him. He could imagine the heartache the parents were
experiencing in knowing their boy was missing; least Reed hoped
that was the case. His horse sure-footedly picked his way over
the terrain as the moon shown down on the travelers. Reed hummed
a tune he remembered from long ago.
Mark followed Chip’s tracks until he lost them among the sheer
number of horses and wagons that traveled the road to and from
North Fork. Worry gnawed at him, knowing once the sun set it
would be all the more difficult to track. At a loss, Mark set
off from the main road, yelling his son’s name. Worried that
something could happen to his boy. Remembering the trouble he
got himself into when he ran away and decided to play hooky
after a switching.
‘Were there any caves nearby where Josh could hide with his
pony?’ Mark asked himself.
Late afternoon turned to evening, and evening turned to night as
Mark continued his search, over each hill and through each
valley, around every shrub and behind every boulder. His throat
could barely squeak out his son’s name when he admitted to
himself that he couldn’t go on any more, not alone. With a heavy
heart, Mark turned his horse for home. Grief surrounded Mark as
he rode, and he knew it wouldn’t be easy to face his wife and
admit to her… he couldn’t locate their son.
‘Maybe if I can get others to help, get a search party, we’d
have a better chance in finding Josh,’ Mark thought and tried to
think of other areas where Josh could have gone. He thought on
the faces of the many strangers who came and went from town on a
“Josh, where are you son?” Mark squawked out. The only response
was the flutter of an owl flying through the night sky.
Mark continued to ride, stopping at the river to water his
horse. Scanning his surroundings through the darkness, Mark
thought he smelled faint wisps of smoke and followed the smell
into a clearing. Kneeling at the small mound covering what once
had been a campfire, it didn’t take but a few seconds to realize
someone had recently abandoned the camp. In looking around, he
spotted the tracks, pony tracks. Running back to Rainmaker, he
swung himself into the saddle without placing his foot to the
stirrup. He followed the tracks until they were lost in the
hardpan. He kicked his horse for all he could, urging his horse
home. He needed to get a proper search party together to search
for his son. Someone had his son.
Reed followed the dirt trail and rode into the yard. He thought
he vaguely remembered the one house and barn, but it had been so
long… Maybe he was thinking of somewhere else.
A man wearing a badge stepped from the far house and jogged over
to where Reed stopped.
“Mister…” Seth started to call.
“I found him on the other side of town. I figured from the brand
on his pony and the cattle I saw on the range earlier, he might
“If he is who I pray he is, he’s my grandson,” Seth stated as he
reached to take the boy into his arms.
From the near house, Lucas was shortly behind Seth.
“It’s him Lucas, it’s Josh.”
The two grandfathers breathed a sigh of relief.
“Is he okay?” Lucas worriedly answered.
“He’s just sleeping,” Reed answered.
“Let’s get him inside to his Ma,” Seth stated as they heard
Milly call questioningly to Lucas.
Hope cried when she saw her father carry her son into the front
room. She tried to take her son into her arms, but Seth wouldn’t
allow her, considering how far along in her pregnancy she was.
“Hope, open his bedroom door, I’ll carry him in.”
Once Josh was laid in his bed, Hope sat down and removed his
boots and socks. Seth pulled the boys pants from him, while Hope
lovingly unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Milly brought a
nightshirt from the dresser and helped Hope slip it over his
head. Seth pulled the covers over his grandson, while Hope
placed a kiss to his forehead, before the three returned to the
“The name’s Reed, Reed Young.”
“Mr. Young, thank you for bringing my son home,” Hope professed.
“You’re welcome.” He removed his hat. “If you don’t mind my
asking, how long before the next one is due?”
“Thankfully, not tonight,” Milly stated, in seeing how Hope
labored to sit down in her chair. “Hope you need your rest.
You’ve been on your feet since Seth brought the others home from
school. Please, I think it would be best if you were to go lie
down, and try to sleep.”
“Mark’s out there! He’s got to be worried sick!” Hope declared.
“He’ll come home when he can’t find him,” Lucas stated. Seeing
Hope’s expression, “I know how he must feel, but we have to wait
for him to come home. It won’t do anyone any good for us to go
looking over the territory in the dark, and possibly miss him.”
“Lucas, I should head back to town, just in case Mark stops by
there, before heading here… I can let him know Josh is home,”
“Thank you, Seth,” Milly stated as she saw Seth to the front
door. Milly returned to stand in front of Hope, hands on her
hips, “Hope?” Milly assisted Hope to stand from her chair and
followed her into her bedroom. Once she was lying down, Milly
pulled the covers over Hope, “Try to get some sleep. Mark can
take care of himself. He’ll be home.”
“I do remember this place, don’t I,” Reed asked as he looked out
the front window. “It’s been a long time, the other house and
the barn… You’re Lucas McCain?”
“I am, but I’m sorry, I don’t remember you,” Lucas replied.
“It’s been a long time. You hired me on to help around the
place… It had to be… fifteen years ago?”
Lucas shook his head; he still couldn’t place the man.
“You helped me get squared away with the law. I’d been wrongly
convicted of murder, and you helped convince me to go back to
jail, to tell my story, and because of that, I got a second
chance at life. Actually, your little boy believed in me enough
that he convinced you to believe in me.”
“Your story sounds familiar, but not your name,” Lucas replied.
“I was going by Walter Hake back then.”
“Hake?! You convinced Mark to release the hawk!”
“Lucas?” Milly stated as she came back to the front room.
“Why don’t you go back home. I’ll stay here and wait for Mark.”
Milly nodded, “Mr. Young, thank you. Thank you so much for
bringing our grandson home.”
Reed and Lucas watched as Milly left the home.
“She looks to be a mighty fine woman, they both do,” Reed
“Yes, the boy’s mother is married to Mark,” Lucas told him.
“Can he really be old enough to have a son?” Reed asked.
“That one has a twin brother, as well as a younger brother and
sister, plus the one that’s due next month,” Lucas answered.
“Doesn’t seem possible,” Reed answered as he scratched at his
Worry, fear, and exhaustion had taken their toll on Mark as he
struggled to keep his eyes open. Rainmaker crested the hill with
his rider half-asleep in the saddle for the last part of the
trip down the road home. Mark didn’t notice the lanterns on his
parents’ porch lit. He didn’t see the lanterns on his own porch
lit, nor the lanterns in the front room of his home.
Rainmaker snorted when he stopped at the hitching rail, where he
had been tied so many times. A tall figure looked out the window
in hearing the noise. The front door quickly opened and Lucas
stepped to the porch, and to his son. Mark roused as Lucas
placed his hand on Mark’s knee.
“Pa, I couldn’t find him. Someone has him. I found signs,” Mark
struggled to say through his swollen throat as tears fell from
his eyes. “I…”
“Mark, he’s home. Josh is safe.”
Welling in his grief Mark said, “Pa, how do I tell Hope?”
Lucas helped Mark down from his horse and turned his son to face
him, giving him a gentle shake. “Mark, Josh is inside, he’s
sleeping. He’s home.”
“He’s here? He’s home?!” Mark was fully awake.
Mark pushed aside his Pa to enter his home and walked to the
bedroom his sons shared. He opened the door and watched as the
lantern from the front room shown on three sleeping boys
occupying the beds.
“Thank you, God. Thank you,” Mark whispered in a raspy voice as
he closed the door. Walking to the sink, he primed the pump,
filled a glass with water, and drank heavily.
Lucas stood next to his son, “Where’s Hope?” Mark asked.
“Milly saw her to bed right after they put Josh to bed, after he
was brought home,” Lucas answered.
“Brought home? Who?”
Lucas turned and pointed Mark to the man standing on the far
side of the table, looking at the pictures hanging on the wall.
Mark walked over and profusely thanked the man. “Mister, thank
you so much. You don’t know how much it hurt not finding him out
there and knowing I was coming home and tell my wife… I guess it
was your camp I came across?”
“Well, I knew there had to be a family mighty worried about him.
Sorry, but I tricked him into giving me clues as to where he
lived. Don’t think he realized it though. He’s probably going to
be upset in the morning when he finds out he slept in his own
“Don’t be sorry. You did what was necessary to see him home. And
I can’t thank you enough, Mr. …”
“Mark,” Lucas said. “This is Reed Young.”
“Mr. Young, thank you…” Mark quieted as thought he recognized
the name but couldn’t quite place it.
“You were probably ten when we first met.” Reed answered Mark’s
unanswered question. “You were kind of disappointed to find your
rabbit snares empty.”
Still not seeing Mark place his name, “I see you outgrew the
“That’s the name I went by back then. I’m glad your boy is safe
and that you’re home too. I best be going. I wish you well with
the newest member of your family.”
“Please, Mr. Hake, I mean Mr. Young, I insist, my home is your
home tonight. Least I can do, seeing what you did for me… us.”
Mark looked to his Pa.
“Well, I could stay out in the barn…”
“I won’t hear of that. I’ll bring the cot inside; we can set it
up here in the front room.”
“Thank you. I’ll accept on the condition that you call me Reed.”
‘Thank you, Reed,” Mark replied and took Reed’s hand in both of
Mark told Reed to strip his horse and turn him loose in the
corral, while he pulled the cot out from the closet in the
corner of the barn. After returning to the house, they worked to
set up the cot in the front room for Reed. Mark didn’t want to
disturb Hope, but he wanted to check on her. Quietly he opened
the bedroom door to peek inside, and saw Hope was peacefully
asleep. For a few minutes, he knelt at the side of their bed and
watched as she slept, he couldn’t help the feeling of
contentment that filled his soul. As he returned to the front
room, he saw Reed had already fallen asleep on the cot. Mark sat
down in his chair and leaned back, praying he could fall asleep.
His mind refused to allow sleep to come promptly, he kept
thinking of not being able to locate Josh and the fear that
someone had his son. In time, exhaustion won over and quieted
The following morning, the first rays of daylight made their way
in the home, shining on where Mark slept in his chair in the
front room. Hope woke early and entered the front room to see
Reed Young sitting up on the cot.
“Mrs. McCain, he got home a few hours after you went to sleep.”
Reed offered after he saw the relief on her face.
“Have you known Mark for long?” Hope asked.
“I met him when he was but a boy. He convinced his Pa to believe
in me enough to give me a job. The two of them convince me to go
back to prison and their Marshal… Torr… Torr…”
“Torrance?” Hope completed.
“Yeah, Torrance. He took me back and presented my story to the
warden. I got a second chance and my verdict was set aside and
eventually I was a free man.”
Mark woke as Hope started to prepare breakfast for her family
and their guest.
“You’ll stay for breakfast Reed?” Mark asked.
“Yes, I think I at least owe your boy an apology,” Reed stated.
“No, he’ll owe you an apology,” Mark stated as he stretched.
“I’ll be back in a little while, I’ve chores to see to this
“Mind if I join you, seeing as you put me and my horse up for
the night?” Reed asked.
“No, come along,” Mark replied.
As they entered the barn, Reed asked Mark about feed for the
horses. Mark pointed to the grain bin. Mark was haying the stock
when Lucas entered, “Mark?”
“Over here Pa,” Mark answered.
“Just came to see how you are doing?”
“I saw how you looked when you first arrived home last night. I
wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You mean that I wasn’t mad and ready to tan Josh’s britches
this morning?” Mark replied.
“No, I know you better than that. I mean, you looked devastated.
I know how you must have felt…”
“I guess you’re thinking about Dochlichter and Edgerton a couple
of months back with Little Ted?” Mark asked.
“No I was thinking of further back, you.”
“Oh, Neff Packer and Carl Avery?” Mark stopped what he was doing
“Yes. When I realized you hadn’t gotten home that day, and I
returned to town and Milly said you left exactly when you were
supposed to. Mark, when Micah found that note and I realized you
weren’t just missing, but you had been taken… I’m sure I felt
then, the same way you did last night when you found Reed’s
“Pa, I felt so helpless… I mean, I’m practically as good a
tracker as you are, and I couldn’t trail after one small pony. I
couldn’t find my own child! If he had gotten hurt or…”
“Mark, I couldn’t find your tracks, either. So stop it right
there… We were fortunate that a friend found Josh and brought
him home. Focus on that.”
“Pa? How long did it take before you got over your fear of the
“Remember when we went camping?” Mark asked as he shivered
again, remembering the reason for their trip that ended at Skull
Ranch, outside of Lordsburg.
“Oh, it took a little longer than that trip. The good news is
that you probably won’t have to deal with your son having
nightmares at the same time, like I did.”
“Pa, the good news is, I’ll have you and Hope to help me through
Mark and Reed returned to the house to see the door to his sons’
bedroom open ever so slightly.
“Josh, come on out here.”
Mark watched as the door opened wider for Josh to peek out and
all of a sudden, “Hey!” Josh yelled as he went sprawling to the
Mark walked over to where his son sat on the floor; standing
with his arms folded in front of him, Mark asked, “Josh, what do
you have to say for yourself?”
“Josh? I’m Zach. Josh pushed me.”
Mark reached for his son’s left wrist, “Have you forgotten about
“Uh… Yeah. We’ll talk about you pretending to be your brother
later. I’m talking about yesterday, your running away!” Mark
answered with more than a hint of anger in his voice.
“You made the teacher switch me in front of everyone!” Josh
“A just punishment.”
“Not if you loved me,” Josh whispered.
“Josh, come over here and sit down.” Mark walked over to the
table and pulled out two chairs, pointing for Josh to sit in
one, while he sat down in the other.
Reed stood just inside the doorway, Hope stood at the stove,
while Gwen held Mykaela by the kitchen sink, as everyone watched
Mark talk with his eldest.
Taking a deep breath, Mark spoke, “Josh, it’s because that I
love you that I allowed Mr. Griswald to switch you. You know
that I’m a lawman and that I uphold the laws?”
“And when rules are broken, I put those who break the law in
jail until a judge arrives and can try them. And when found
guilty, they are sentenced for their crime.”
“That’s what Grandpa Seth tried to tell me yesterday,” Zach said
from the doorway to their bedroom.
“But, you not a judge,” Josh stated, still feeling hurt.
“No, but as your father, I have the right to set down
discipline. I could have brought you home and tanned your
britches here, and believe me it would have hurt more had I
“You gonna tan my britches now?” Josh asked as he looked to
Mark, yet tried to keep his head down.
“What do you think I should do?”
After giving Josh a few minutes to think, Mark stated, “I think
you should apologize to your Mama for causing her such worry and
I think you should apologize to Mr. Young for having to go out
of his way to bring you home.”
Josh couldn’t look to his parents as Mark heard a sniffle.
“Did I cause you worry, Papa?” Josh asked as he sniffled again.
“A parent always worries when they don’t know where their child
is. Josh, I’m not mad at you and for now, you’ll not have your
britches tanned, but, you will do extra chores around here to
make sure you understand what you did was wrong.”
“More con… con-seck…”
“Papa, I’m sorry I ran away… And I’m sorry I pretended to be
Zach. I won’t do it again.” Josh stood from his chair to jump up
and wrap his arms around his Papa’s neck.
Mark wrapped his arms around his son and patted his back. After
a few moments, Mark set Josh to the floor and steered him
towards his Mama. After hearing his son apologize, Mark next
pointed to Mr. Young.
After breakfast, Josh helped his Mama with the dishes before
following his Papa and Mr. Young out to the barn. Mark pointed
to the brush box and said, “You can also thank Mr. Young by
brushing his horse this morning. And I want him to shine better
than Chip does.”
“Yes sir,” Josh stated as he picked up a brush.
Standing to the side, Mark and Reed watched and grinned while
Josh worked at grooming the horse.
“My, my, don’t know when the last time I saw Buzzard looking so
good,” Reed stated fifteen minutes later.
“Buzzard?” Josh asked.
“Sure, I found him a few years back and he was practically
buzzard food. I nursed him back to health and look at how good
“I did a good job?” Josh asked.
“I never thought his coat could shine this bright. Yes, you did
an excellent job in grooming him,” Reed answered.
By late-morning, Mark was bidding Reed goodbye and thanking him
one last time for bringing Josh home.
“Papa, can I go play with Zach and Little Ted?” Josh asked as he
looked out the door and saw his brother and uncle playing in the
“I think you still have some chores to do. The manure in the
corrals needs to be picked out. I’ll move the wheel barrow in
there and you can put the manure in it.”
Shortly before lunch, Hope walked to the barn and asked Mark,
“Don’t you think you’re over-punishing him?”
“Maybe, but do you think he’ll try any of this again if he knows
what the consequences are going to be?”
“Can he have a break for lunch?”
“Is it ready?”
“Josh, you’re granted a temporary reprieve?” Mark hollered.
“A what?” Josh asked as he leaned into the pitchfork and used
the back of his forearm to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
“Lunch,” Hope answered. “Come on now, the two of you need to
wash up before you eat.”
The nightmares Mark feared; didn’t come. Just the one that first
night home, when he his emotions over rode his senses and he
wasn’t able to acknowledge that his son was really home, safe
The Next Step — A Little Faith
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