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Chapter 11 of the book Old Friends-New Enemies
Jo rescues a young boy from his step-father.
"Jo To The Rescue: Part Two" by c_lucas

Background
Jo two families come together.
Working on the character list


OLD FRIENDS/NEW ENEMIES
CHAPTER ELEVEN
PART TWO
JO TO THE RESCUE
ARIZONA TERRITORY
MAY 1887
NARRATED BY JO ROLLINS THOMPSON
 
“You pull that shotgun out, and you’re a dead man.” Jo holstered her large gun, turned her back on the farmer, and turned her attention toward the boy.

“What’s your name?”

“Rodney; Rodney Hornsby," he said through trembling lips.

“May I call you, ‘Rod’?” It appeared Jo completely ignored the farmer.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled and held out his right hand.

Jo shook it with her left hand. “Would you like to come with me or stay with your father?”

“He's my step-father. I'll go with you,"  Rod said and embraced me.

“Mister, you’re about to make the dumbest move in your life.” Milo's voice was calm, but deadly.

He had arrived without my seeing him. There was no fear in his eyes; they emitted a murderous gleam as he pulled his gun.
**
“Milo, it’s not fair you having all the fun.” Uncle Sky, a bit shaky on his legs, leaned against the porch post for support. The Sharpe Rifle looked like a toy in his massive hands.
 
“Sky what do you think you are doing? You’re supposed to be in bed. Your wounds could start bleeding, again.” Mother hurried over to his seven-foot-plus frame. She snatched the rifle from his trembling hands, looked at Samuel and Solomon, who had just exited the hotel. “Put him back in bed and make sure his stays there!”
 
Mother looked like a little child scolding her father. There wasn’t a man facing her who willingly dared to encounter her wrath.

“Now Esther, I was shot three days ago. It’s time I be getting up and about my business.” Uncle Sky tried to stand taller, but failed.
 
“You Thompsons are all too damned hard headed for your own good. Do I have to get Samantha to persuade you to stay in bed?”
 
Sky blanched when Mother mentioned her sawed-off Greener shotgun.
 
Solomon came to his aid and put his arm under Uncle Sky’s good arm and tried to lead him back inside the hotel. Sky protested and tried to free himself.
 
“I’m the only one big enough to put you over my shoulder.” Solomon appeared to be a few inches taller than Uncle Sky. “I ain’t hankering for Ma to get mad at me.”
 
“Put your pride away and go with him, Sky.” Mother came up to a little above his waist, but she didn’t back down. “I might have Samuel nurse you if you don’t behave. He won’t hesitate tying you to the bed.”
 
Sky gave Mother an evil eye and let his nephew lead him back into the hotel. Mother followed close behind.
 
“You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, would you?” 
 
The farmer’s voice brought me back to what was happening in the street. He was standing well clear of the shotgun under the wagon’s seat.
  
“It’s been known to happen.” Milo shifted his weight, holstered his .44 and stared at the farmer.
 
I knew he was thinking about the crazy boy who killed his parents. Milo shot the unarmed boy in the back of his head.
 
The farmer nodded at me. “She destroyed my whip, making it impossible for me to guide my horses.” He stared at Uncle Milo.
 
“Saul,” Uncle Milo spoke to the store keeper. “Go get a whip and charge it to Jo and Seth’s account. Then he pointed to the shot up whip and spoke to the farmer, “Clean up your mess and carry it with you.”
 
“Why should I? She's the one who caused it. Children shouldn’t be playing with guns.” He tried to bluff Uncle Milo by staring him down. He lost all interest when he stared at the forty-four pointing at his belly button.
 
I barely caught sight of my Uncle’s drawing it.
 
“Mister the only reason I haven’t shot you is I don’t want to rile Jo. Samuel, do the honors and throw three Cartwheels in the air as high as you can.” He didn’t take his eyes off the farmer.
 
I took the leather loop off my gun and waited for Samuel to yell out.
 
“Flying dollars,” his yell filled the air.
 
I drew my guns; Baby, my short-gun was tucked in the back of my pants’ waist. I used the big thirty-eight to hit the first two and Baby to hit the last one.
 
“Pick up those dollars and take a good look at them,” Uncle Milo ordered the farmer, cocking his forty-four. “Jo, are any of your pets in town?”
 
“Toby is in the cage behind the smaller hotel.”
 
“Would you call him, please? Knowing you, the cage is unlocked.”
 
My shrilled whistle got results. Toby trotted down the street to my side. He placed his paws on my shoulder and took a piece of Pelican from my shirt pocket. I hugged him and motioned for him to get down.
 
“Now, Mister do you know who you just called a child?”
 
“The Bob-Cat Girl!” He barely whispered.
 
“Jo are you holding any grudges against him?” I glanced at the storekeeper who offered the new whip to the farmer. “If he tries to whip Rod. I’ll be aiming at him and not the whip.”
 
Uncle Milo stared at the farmer. “There ain’t a man here who would try and stop her. Samuel, There’s only one farm around here that could be mistaken for a deserted farm and it belongs to Uncle Sky’s wife.”  He handed a badge to his nephew.  “If you have to shoot the bastard, this will make it legal. I don’t want any more hidden bodies in my jurisdiction.”
 
“Do you have a badge for me, Uncle Milo?” Solomon returned from his task.
 
Milo handed Solomon a badge. “That goes double for you, Shorty. I know you had a hand in killing Jo’s father.”
 
Thus, my brother-in-law, Solomon, received a new name.
 
 We watched as the farmer and the two deputies leave town. Rod tugged at my shirt’s sleeve.
 
“Miss Jo, he has my sister tied up in his bedroom.”
 
“Do you know how to ride, Rod?”
  
“No, ma’am.”
 
“Let’s get my horse. You climb up behind me and hold on tight.”
 
We ran for the livery behind the new hotel. Toby ran right alongside of me. 

 

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Author Notes
Thank you Paul G, for the use of your image, "Wooly Bully."

Character List:
HEATHER SULLIVAN-MARTIN, OLDEST DAUGTHER, TALL FOR HER AGE.32- STOCKY AND MUSCULAR-FIVE FOOT- SEVEN--REDDISH HAIR, MIDWIFE AND LICENSE DOCTOR OF MEDICINE.
NOTE; HIGH PRIESTESS TO ST. BRIGET, WHOM SHE CALLS, "BRIGIT"-CELTIC GODDESS CHRISTIANIZED BY THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH.

DR. PHILLIP MARTIN - HEATHER'S HUSBAND- LATE THIRTIES- WELL BUILT- BOXING CHAMPION OF HIS MEDICAL COLLEGE - PRACTICING SURGEON IN PHILADELPHIA, WHO CHOSE TO MOVE WEST WITH HIS FAMILY.

MRS. SULLIVAN - WIDOW- BREANNA (BREA) EARLY SIXTIES - 5'5" - RED HAIR, SELF-EDUCATED MID-WIFE, HERBALIST. HEATHER'S WIDOWED MOTHER.

ARTHUR SULLIVAN - OLDEST SON- FIVE FOOT TEN- CABINET MAKER- WIFE- MONA MCKENNA ONE SON- CRIPPLED WHEN HIS YOUNGER BROTHER, CORONER PUSHED HIM OFF THE STAGE TO SAVE HIS LIFE.

LIAM - SECOND YOUNGEST CHILD, MID TEENS, AIDS ARTHUR IN HIS CABINET BUSINESS.

RUSTY - A STRAY MONGREL SAVED BY HEATHER - NAME IS DERIVED FROM ORANGE COLORED FUR. To be introduced later in the story.

CAITLIN WILEY-THOMPSON- ALSO CALLED 'JO' AND 'JOANNAH.' STANDS FOUR-FOOT-ONE-DARK EYES AND HAIR.

SEAN WILEY 30- 5'7 - CAITLIN'S FATHER WHO MURDERED HIS WIFE AND TRIED TO SELL CAITLIN TO A BROTHEL. ALCOHOLIC-OUTLAW WHO WANTS TO KILL CAITLIN.

ESTHER MATHEWS-ROLLINS, FIVE-FOOT-SIX-LONG BROWN HAIR AND GREEN EYES.

MILO MATHEWS, ESTHER'S OLDEST BROTHER, CURRENTLY EMPLOYED AS A DEPUTY U. S. MARSHAL. SIX FOOT TALL, AGED- LATE FORTIES- SHORT DARK BROWN HAIR AND BROWN EYES. HAS A REPUTATION OF A GUNMAN.

MATT MATHEWS-ESTHER'S MIDDLE BROTHER-THE CO-OWNER OF THE SILVER SPUR SALOON IN FLAGSTAFF, Arizona Territory. MID FORTIES, FIVE-FOOT-TEN- THIN BROWN HAIR AND A CLOSE CUT BEARD. BROWN EYES. CRIPPLED WHILE HELPING MILO REVENGED THERE PARENT'S DEATH. HE HAS A REPUTATION OF BEING A HONEST GAMBLER AND GOOD WITH A GUN.

CATHERINE PERSHING - MATT'S WIFE-CO-OWNER OF THE SILVER SPUR SALOON.

JULIA OWENS - MILO'S WIFE- DAUGHTER OF JUDGE HENRY GREER. LONG AUBURN HAIR, OWNS THE FLOATING O. FIVE FOOT-SEVEN, LONG AUBURN HAIR. OWNS THE FLOATING O. (Stewart Owens Julia's deceased husband.)

JUDGE HENRY GREER, RETIRED FEDERAL JUDGE. JULIA'S FATHER - HELD HIS COULD IN MISSOURI IN THE EIGHTEEN FIFTIES. GRAY SHORT HAIR AND FULL BEARD. CONFINED TO A WHEEL CHAIR.

SAMUEL THOMPSON-AGED TWENTY-FIVE-Samuel Thompson is twenty-six years old, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. The oldest of the three boys and has more of his father's traits than the other two.

Solomon Thompson is twenty two old and has the trait of gigantism. He is seven foot. He has shoulder-length light brown hair and blue eyes. By far the strongest of the three sons.

Seth Thompson, Esther's youngest son, age seventeen, five foot-ten. He has light brown hair, cut just below his ears with hazel eyes. He is the most proficient with a handgun.

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