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Chapter 8 - Cheap Whisky and Expensive Cigars
By Marina Kelly and Monica Rose
Editor: Qmodo
Their walk back to the library was spent talking about what growing up
in Laramie was like for Pat. He pointed out the tree he had fallen out
of and broken his arm. She was treated to a detailed explanation of how
he and his friends played baseball in the empty lot they passed. When
they passed the fire station, the truck had been pulled out of its bay
and was blocking the sidewalk. As they approached, Mary could see a
pair of tight britches; the owner's head lost under the engine hood.
Pat let go of her hand and walked up to this person and smacked its
owner playfully across the bottom. Which resulted in a thud as the
recipient banged their head in reaction to the swat. Out from under the
hood came an amount of swearing that would make a sailor blush.
Mary Sue stood to one side with a shocked look on her face, unable to
believe that Pat had done something like that. The mechanic pulled
their head out from under the hood to reveal Liz in a cap that trapped
most of her hair.
Her expression was cross until she recognized her assailant, Liz
immediately calmed down. She smiled in a flirtatious way, and waved at
the two with a hand covered in grease. "Patrick, I might have known
that was you. It's a good thing that my head was cushioned or I would
be giving you lumps on your head too. Mary, you need to watch out for
this guy, he'll break your heart like he did mine."
Pat returned her smile and said, "Come on Liz, that's nonsense. We were
in junior high when we dated. It was you who dumped me as I remember
it."
Liz laughed and agreed, "True enough, my tastes evolved after I caught
you kissing the school slut under the bleachers. Wasn't her name Rose?"
Now Mary was interested, "Tell me more Liz, I'd like to hear about
Romeo's past."
Pat, not liking where this conversation was headed, grabbed Mary by the
arm, "Come on Mary, we have to get back to the library." He knew to
never let an old girlfriend share stories with your current girlfriend.
He looked back at Liz and said, "Sorry about your head. I'm glad you're
okay."
With a grin on her face, Liz said, "I'll have Big Red here back in the
barn in a few minutes. Mary, ditch that loser and stop by the caf?.
It'll be just us girls. I'll give you the abridged version of Pat 101.
Now...I need to finish this tune up, you never know when she might be
needed."
Once they were out of hearing range, Mary asked, "Why is Liz doing a
tune up on the fire engine?"
"First off, she is the best shade tree mechanic in town. Secondly, as a
member of the volunteer fire department, maintenance is one of her
responsibilities. Now can we please not talk about Liz anymore?" He
didn't want to field any more questions about his past, even though
there was nothing unusual to talk about.
They reached the library without further incident. Pat retreated to his
office to catch up on some paperwork while Mary headed to the basement.
She quickly wrote up the request for the Sheriff. She looked over all
the notes she had taken, made a few additions and decided she could not
stand the suspense any longer. Reaching into the bag she carefully
opened the journal.
Each page seemed to be filled edge-to-edge with smooth, elegant
handwriting. It wasn't hard to read, except where the script was
smudged or maybe a bit too small. She skimmed through the handwritten
text, stopping to study passages that caught her eye.
September 1896
School is in session again. My teacher is very happy with my
work. I am studying hard so I can become a teacher someday.
Father is drinking and gambling more and more. Mama has been
hiding some of the money she gets from helping people with
their ailments.
One of the farmers cut his hand badly and Mama showed me how
to clean the cut and stitch it closed. I am going to check on
him in two days to change the dressing and to ensure the wound
is healing properly.
October 1896
At dinner time we had a surprise visit from the local sheriff.
Father hid in the closet behind the false back. Mama doesn't
like that he has it and makes her lie to Sheriff Johnson. "No
sir, I don't know where he is" she says every time.
Mom and I went to the Greenleaf place today. Mrs. Greenleaf
was very sick. Mr. Greenleaf must have been very worried to
fetch 'That gypsy woman' as he calls Mama. Mama and I took
very good care of her. We made fever reducing tea. I held
cold towels to her head. Once she woke up, she took my hand
and told me what a good young man I was. I like helping
people get better.
December 1896
We went to the Vaile Mansion to take care of a couple of the
servants have come down with something.
The stable hands both had bad cases of bronchitis. We treated
both men with strong tea and mustard plasters. I stayed with
them through the nights.
Mama made me a bag like hers with pouches filled with dried
herbs for Christmas. Father gave me a knife. He said every
man should have his own knife.
March 1897
Father is going to take me on a camping trip this week. He
had to argue with Mama to get his way, but she gave in when he
pointed out that we couldn't gather any herbs for a few more
weeks anyway.
I think that he wants to get me toughened up and to be more
like him. I know that he is not happy that I am shorter and
thin like mother, not big and tough like he is. I want to be
like father, but I just don't seem to be growing any more.
The next entry appeared to be written by the same hand and pencil, but
the handwriting appeared shaky and hurried. The penmanship was nothing
like the neat precise script that preceded it.
I think that something bad has happened to father, but I don't
know where he is. I am here at home again. I am writing this
while Mother is making me some of her tea. Last night was our
final night for our hunting trip and we were camped just south
of town. It was still cold at night, so we were huddled by
the fire I had set up. Father showed me how to do it on our
first night and he had me set up the fire each evening so that
I could practice.
We were roasting some rabbits that I had trapped on my own
when a group of men attacked father. I was gathering some
more firewood or they would have taken me as well.
Some of them were shouting about a goat and they became very
upset when they found the goat hide that we were working on.
Father killed the goat on our first night out when we were out
west of town. He showed me how to scrape the fat off the skin
and then work it back in to the hide to soften it. I was
going to use the hide to make moccasins for both Mama and
father.
I ran out of the trees and I tried to make them leave father
alone and I even tried to use my knife to help father. But
someone hit me from behind and knocked me out. When I woke
up, everyone was gone and I could not find my knife. They
must have only wanted father because none of our gear was
missing and they had even thrown the goat hide they were upset
about down beside me.
All I could do was pick everything up and make my way home.
Mama and I held each other while we cried for father, but she
didn't cry for very long. She put everything away and hid the
goat hide. She told me that I should probably have left it
behind.
The next entry was written in the more elegant hand again and looked
like it had been added some hours or a day later.
Mama tells me that I must leave her. She has left me here to
pack while she has gone out to make some arrangements. I
don't know when I will be able to write in my journal again.
Because I felt ill from the blow to my head, Mama kept me
inside the house this morning. Right before dark, the sheriff
and a couple of other men came to the door. Mama had seen
them around earlier and knew that trouble was coming. She
made me hide in the bolt-hole father built into the closet in
their bedroom. Mother always hated having to lie to the
sheriff when he came looking to arrest father for something
that he had taken. But it saved me today.
I was able to listen from inside the closet while they
searched the house. It seems that someone involved in
lynching my father was killed. I wanted to cry again when I
heard that father was truly dead, but I had to stay quiet. I
was glad that one of that mob was dead, but someone had used
my hunting knife to do it. That is why they were looking for
me.
It seemed like forever before mother let me out again and she
looked very worried.
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It was about an hour later, when Pat finished his work and came down to
the basement to check on her. He handed her a bottle of cold water as
Mary looked up from the journal. She couldn't contain her excitement as
she said, "This journal tells the story of how Yolanda came to be on the
wagon train and how a 16-year-old boy left Missouri and reached Wyoming
as a respected young woman. I could probably write my thesis on the
substance of this journal alone. I would just need a bit more
documentation to supplement it."
Pat smiled at how Mary seemed to be practically vibrating, "Tell me what
I can do to help."
"Well, we still haven't examined the books and they weren't touched by
your burglar. We could look to see if there is anything there that
might be of interest."
Pat quickly had a pile of books on the table and they were reviewing the
subject content. They had been working for an hour or so when Mary
looked at Pat and said, "Do you smell that? I could swear its smoke."
Pat sniffed the air and said, "It couldn't be, the smoke alarms would
have gone off."
Several minutes later though, there was definitely smoke filtering its
way into the room.
Pat told Mary to stay put and ran up the stairs. He returned only a few
moments later, out of breath.
"It's a fire alright; I think that it's in the storage room. Let's get
out of here."
Pat stood and started for the stairs, Mary paused, "I'm not leaving here
without my research, it's three years of my life."
Pat wasn't about to argue with her and helped Mary Sue stuff everything
back into her bag as the density of the smoke in the area grew.
"Give me your water bottle!" he demanded. He took a handkerchief and
poured the water on it. "Here put this over your mouth and nose." He
grabbed her bag and took her hand, "Come on its time to go. Follow me
and stay low."
He led them up the stairs and found the main library full of smoke.
Visibility was non-existent and it was difficult to breathe even through
their makeshift masks. Mary couldn't tell where the fire was, but she
couldn't feel any heat as yet. Pat pulled her to the floor and led the
way across the room toward the main door. They eventually got to the
door, which was none too soon as the cloths across their faces had dried
out.
Pat stood to open the door, the latch worked but the door would only
open an inch. Mary was becoming truly scared now, but Pat seemed calm
and dropped back to his knees, "Follow me, I'll get us out."
Again they crawled into the thick cloud of noxious smoke and Mary was
quickly disorientated. After what seemed an eternity, Pat stopped and
opened a door.
"This is my office," he rasped. "The window will let us step out to the
ground." He closed the door once they were both in and they were able
to stand.
The air was less smoky in the room, but the difference was slight
because of the smoke that had come in with them.
Pat quickly threw open the window and helped Mary Sue climb out and her
backpack quickly followed. She took several steps away from the
building and waited for Pat, when he didn't come out she went back to
the window. There on the other side was Pat with his arms full of books
and folders. He started handing them to Mary and she had a respectable
pile in the yard when they heard the sounds of the emergency vehicles.
Pat climbed out of the window and walked Mary Sue over to where she had
stacked his books and records.
They both asked the other, "Are you alright?"
She answered by stepping into his arms to hug him tightly. Assured she
was unhurt, Pat pulled her close. "If anything happened to you I would
never forgive myself."
"I feel the same way." She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him
tenderly. "But Pat, all those books!" They clung to each other and
both shed a few silent tears.
The fire department did quick work of putting out the flames. The chief
sought out Pat to get a report of what happened.
Pat told the chief what happened from his perspective, including not
being able to exit through the front door.
The chief dropped a lock and length of chain at Pat's feet. "I wondered
why these were attached to the door handles. It is only a preliminary
cause but it looks like someone threw a Molotov cocktail through the
window in your storage room. The door to the room was closed though and
most of the damage was in the store room. There was quite a bit of
smoke though.
"Which brings up two questions, why would someone want to do that to the
library, and why would you not have batteries in your smoke detectors?"
A bewildered Pat answered, "I don't know who or why and I just changed
the batteries last month. Someone must have removed them." He related
that there had been a burglary of some sort previously and that it had
already been reported.
"That's good enough for me. I'll turn this over to the sheriff. I'm
sure he'll want to talk to you both."
Pat pushed Mary to arm's length and studied her closely, "Mary Sue, you
are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."
Not feeling beautiful all covered with soot and smoke, she chuckled,
"Mr. Summerfield, you need your eyes checked, I'm a mess."
The sheriff arrived and told Pat to accompany him to his office for
questioning.
Taking her written request out of the rescued papers, Mary handed it to
the officer. "Sheriff, here is that written request you needed."
Pat and Mary exchanged another hug before agreeing to meet at Molly's
Irish Pub in an hour. Then Mary left to return to her room to get
cleaned up.
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It was just a couple of hours later when Mary pulled up in front of the
pub; Pat was waiting for her on the curb.
Mary wasn't a drinker but agreed that today was different; a glass of
wine or even a beer might be just what she needed.
Pat held the door for her; stepping inside it was what you would expect
from a small town. It had an almost 'Cheers' like quality to it. The
place was crowded, people clustered about in small groups talking
amicably and just relaxing, most waved a friendly hello to Pat. Pat
found a table and had Mary sit as he went for their drinks. She had a
surprisingly good glass of California Chardonnay, Pat on the other hand
had a glass of Irish whiskey. They sat and were enjoying the friendly
ambiance of the pub, several people stopped by to introduce themselves
to Pat's conquest.
The comfortable quiet was broken as the front door burst open and four
men stumbled in, led by Ron Kaylock, the other three had to be his
henchmen.
Ron elbowed his way to the bar and loudly ordered beers for the four.
It didn't take long, before Ron spotted Pat and Mary Sue. He stumbled
his way to their table fueled by liquid courage, and assumed an Arnold
Schwarzenegger-like pose as he glared at them. He cocked his head to
the side and cracked his knuckles, thinking it made him look tougher.
The bar went silent, all eyes turned to Pat and Ron.
Mary Sue thought that the man was a complete boor; he reeked of cheap
whisky and cigars. She took a brief moment to seek out all the exits, a
survival instinct she had developed from working as a casino waitress.
Ron focused upon Mary Sue, his eyes cold and his lip curled.
"You're slow to take a hint," he slurred. "I don't want her here, in my
bar or my town. Clear?"
Pat looked up at the younger Kaylock and said calmly, "Listen Ron, we
have every right to be here, our presence doesn't seem to bother anyone
else."
"I don't care 'bout everybody else. Either leave on your own or I'll
throw you and your nosy bitch out."
Ron's belligerence must have touched Pat's last nerve but, to Mary's
utter astonishment, Pat started to hum the movie sound track from Rocky.
He pulled his feet under him and slowly rose to his feet, keeping his
hands down. He stood nose to nose with the drunken bully and said, "I
don't know what your problem is Ronnie. But I have had a very full day
and would like to finish it in peace."
"You can have all the peace you want but have it someplace else," Ron
answered.
"If you got a beef with me let's take this outside to the alley and
settle it like men, unless you're afraid." Pat nodded toward the side
door and Pat extended his arm for Ron to lead the way. As Ron stepped
through the door, Pat gave him a firm shove, stepped back inside, and
locked the door behind him. Mary applauded, the rest of the bar
responded in boisterous laughter.
Pat berated himself for his apparent cowardice, looked at Mary and with
an apologetic expression and said, "Some people might call me a coward
for not fighting him. As a kid, I was involved with a lot of fights.
But I stopped when we reached the age where a fight could cause more
damage than a black eye or bloody nose. The truth is that I just
happened to like my facial features where they were. The last thing I
want to do was get into a brawl with you here."
"Won't he be back?" asked Mary. "He just has to walk around the
building."
"Possibly, but not likely with everyone laughing at him. The
humiliation should keep him away."
Then, from out of the crowd came, one of the cowhands that had come in
with Ron said, "I'm going to kick your ass Summerfield."
Mary Sue stepped in front of him and said to Pat, "Let me handle this
one."
Pat's eyes widened and his jaw fell slack as he watched her. The
behemoth stood nose to nose with Mary. Of course, he towered over her
and she had to lean back to look him in the eye.
He said loudly, "I don't hit girls, step aside."
Mary calmly replied, "Know what? I'm not a girl, I'm a woman."
Any normal person would have run for their life while Mary stood there
challenging his very existence. "You and your friends need to go sit
down."
"You need to get out of my way!" he growled as he went to push her out
of his way.
Taking hold of his offending hand, she pulled him off balance, causing
him to fall flat on his face. He struggled to back on his feet and
said, "I'll hit you now!"
He reached for her again but this time she moved into his grasp grabbed
his shirt said, "I don't think so," and brought her knee into his groin.
His legs buckled and he crumpled into a heap on the floor, a pained look
frozen on his face
Mary turned towards his buddies and calmly said, "Whose next?"
His companions quickly melted into the crowd, wanting nothing to do with
this hellcat of a woman.
Pat brought his hands up to cover his open mouth as he looked at her.
Mary Sue turned and faced Pat giving him a brilliant smile. "I did tell
you that I had four brothers right? My oldest brother Mike taught me
that when I was having trouble with the youngest, Jeff, before Mike went
off to college. But, if you don't mind, I think I have had enough
excitement and surprises for one day."
Pat smiled at her as he wrapped an arm around her and they walked out
into the fresh air. After a minute of uneasy silence, she looked up at
Pat and said, "Did you hear the one about the guy who walks into a bar..."
His heart raced in his chest as he tried to look away from this
beautiful woman that he'd known for such a short time. How his life had
changed. His life had gone from quiet to exciting in more ways than he
could count. His everyday routine had been turned sidewise and he did
not want it to ever go back.
Pat felt sweat beading on his brow as his throat clenched and his mouth
suddenly felt like it was filled with cotton. The world seemed to spin
and his legs turned to rubber. He did the only thing he could he closed
his eyes and took this goddess in his arms. Then her lips touched his,
and everything stopped.
The panic, fear, and confusion of the day all disappeared in an instant
when he took her into his arms. The kiss was slow and passionate. The
mixture of wine and whiskey on their breath was a testament to how they
blended together. Every kiss with this woman kept getting better and
fueled his feeling of lust for her.
A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality. Breaking the kiss,
Pat became aware there was a police car with it bubble lights' flashing,
a few feet away.
With a smug expression on his face the sheriff said, "Well, why am I not
surprised to see two of my favorite people? Summerfield, I heard there
was a fight in the bar and I've had a complaint. Your breath reeks of
booze. I'm going to have to take you in until you sober up."
Without further discussion, Pat was handcuffed and forced into the rear
of the squad car. He called out to her, "Go home, I'll be alright. I'll
see you in the morning."
Mary watched the car until it has turned the corner further down the
street before she got into her car and drove back to her motel, glad
that the sheriff had decided not to cause trouble for her as well.
She prepared for bed relatively quickly, but sleep eluded her; she
couldn't get the image of Pat being taken away out of her head. As she
grew drowsier, her thoughts moved to what happened today and what was to
happen the next day. She confessed to a slight feeling of anticipation
mixed with a little dread. She didn't like surprises; they always made
her feel off balance, and she certainly wasn't prepared for what was to
come.
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