Commit Thy Way – A Sequel to “Thy Will Be Done”

A few years ago I wrote a 12 part story entitled “Thy Will Be Done”. This is the continuation of that short story. If you want to go back and read “Thy Will Be Done”, follow the links under Inspirational Fiction in the header above.

 

Here is Commit Thy Way Pt. 1 —

Jedidiah Brown set his mouth in a tight line and lifted his chin in determination as he stared at the station master. He was not about to let a little thing like a missed train upset his plans.

“When will the next one arrive?”

“Not until 10:00 tomorrow morning, sir.”

Jed narrowed his eyes, giving the small man the sense of being pinned to a stake. The man swallowed hard, but refused to be cowed by the giant that towered over him.

“Any place I can stay the night?”

“There’s a hotel over on Bealer Street, sir, that might still have a room to let.”

“Might?”

The question rumbled deep in his chest and sounded for all the world like thunder rolling across the heavens to the man that found himself grateful for the counter that stood between him and this mountain of a stranger.

“Cattlemen, sir. A group of ‘em arrived today to visit the stock yards. May’ve filled up the hotel, sir.”

Jed sighed and bit down on his irritation. What else was going to go wrong?
“How do I get there?”

The station master gave him clear, concise directions and Jedidiah stepped back out into the cool night air. As he stepped off the station platform and headed into the tiny town, he found his irritation ratcheting up a notch or two at the delay. If it hadn’t been for the other delays along his route, he would have been at his destination in California already.

He stopped in the middle of the town and turned to look at the doorway of the saloon across the way. He was thirsty but found he didn’t care for the drunken atmosphere that floated out that doorway and into the street. He ran his eyes over the buildings that flanked the dusty avenue and stopped when he found a small restaurant a few doors down on the left. The lights showed the place was still open and he crossed the street and stepped up onto the wood sidewalk.

The quiet atmosphere of the establishment was in stark contrast to the raucous noise that spilled out of the saloon down the street. Jed settled at one of the tables in a back corner and watched the young girl that was gathering up the remains of a meal left on a table at the front near the door.

She was young, too young to be working, even in a clean place like this. Jed couldn’t help by wonder what her parents were thinking to allow her to come into contact with the men that might find their way in to get a meal. As he studied her, he realized the top of her head wouldn’t even reach his chin; and again a frown crinkled his brow at the idea of one so young being put to work in a restaurant.

The loud laughter and crude comments that preceded the opening of the door brought Jed’s eyes to the entryway and had them narrowing on the drunken cowboys that all but fell into the room.

“Well, hello there darlin’.”

The slurred comment was directed at the girl, and she shrank back away from the three men.

“Whatcha’ got good, girly?”

This question came from the dark-haired one that had inched his way around the room and trapped her between the three of them. The vulgar requests that came from the other two in answer to this query had the blood first rushing into her face and then draining away to leave her pale and shaken. She tried to back away from them, but the dark haired one stepped forward so she backed into him.

The inebriated man shot one arm out and grabbed her around the waist. Using the other hand he gripped one slender wrist tightly, sending the tray of dishes that she held clattering to the floor. The tiny whimper that reached Jed’s ears had him lunging to his feet and swinging as hard as he could at the guy’s face.

He could feel the shattering bones in the man’s nose as the blood gushed out and down the whiskered chin. The man’s howling cry drowned out the angry threats from his comrades, but Jed ignored it all and pulled the girl safely behind him.

“I suggest you leave her alone and get out while the gettin’s good.”

They lifted their injured friend and carried him out onto the street all the while flinging threats back at Jed and the girl.

Jed turned to look down at her and felt himself sliding into her deep brown eyes.

 

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2018

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Seeing Is Not Believing Pt. 3

Part 1 can be found here.

Part 2 can be found here.

Gail sat silently, listening as Principal Michaels talked with her parents. She knew that Natalie had been in earlier with her parents; but did not know, nor care, what the outcome of that meeting had been.

Her nose hurt, her whole face ached, and she just wanted to go home and lay down.

The adults stood in unison and the principal reached out to shake her dad’s hand, reassuring him that steps would be taken to ensure nothing like this would ever happen again.

Principal Michaels then turned to look at Gail and asked, “So this was all about Brian Howell?”

Gail shook her head.

“I don’t know, Mr. Michaels. Brian and I have never spoken two words to each other in all the years we have been class mates.”

“Well, I guess it won’t hurt to tell you now, it will be all over school by tomorrow anyway.” He studied Gail for a second and then added, “Brian Howell’s dad was in earlier to tell me he has transferred to some academy upstate.”

Gail swallowed hard and stood up.

“When is he leaving?”

“Today was his last day.”

Gail turned blindly and went out, leaving the adults to stare after her.

A short while later, Gail lay on her bed in her tiny upstairs bedroom, staring at the ceiling.

The doorbell rang and she waited, listening as her mother’s voice carried up the stairs.

“Gail, honey, it’s Becky.”

She rolled off the bed and waited for her friend to appear at the top of the stairs.

“Thanks, Mrs. Roberts.” Becky turned to look at Gail. “Hey, girl.” Her normally exuberant voice was subdued. “How’re you feeling?”

“It hurts, Beck.”

“Is it broken?”

“Yes.”

“Man, I’m sorry Gail. If I didn’t say anything to them, she probably wouldn’t have done it.”

“Beck, you were just sticking up for me. Please don’t apologize for being my friend.”

“Well, I’m still sorry.” Becky wandered the room before sprawling her long, lanky body into the chair beside the window. “But the reason I came over is that it is all over school that Brian transferred to some academy somewhere upstate.”

“I know. Principal Michaels told me this afternoon.”

She didn’t mention her dashed hopes, thankful that no one knew just how much of a crush she had on the now-absent-Brian.

“And … word is that Natalie has been suspended for two weeks.”

“Well, great! Another reason for her to hate me and want revenge.”

Next Friday – Part 4
© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2014