The Little Witness - Chapter 4
Title: The Little Witness
Fandom: The Young Riders
Characters: Jimmy, Buck, etc.
Prompt: 028 Children
Word Count: 4619
Rating: PG
Summary: Jimmy comes upon a lost young girl that has secretly seen something she shouldn't have. Will he and the others be able to protect her from the evil that approaches?
Chapter 4
As Abby felt released from the grip of deep slumber, she entered that hazy stage between dream and wake when her subconscious told her something wasn’t quite right. At first she wasn’t sure what, but soon she realized it was too quiet. The sounds of her normal morning were missing. The sound of Mama closing the door softly after she went out to get the wood for the stove or the stove door creaking shut and Mama sighing because Papa still hadn’t fixed it. She missed the slight metallic clink of Mama placing the pot gently on top to cook the porridge. The faint swishing of the hem of Mama’s dress brushing over the wood floor as she came over to wake Abby.
Where was Mama?
Like a landslide, Abby’s mind brought forth the images of the previous day’s events. The shock that had kept her going had worn off. Now only fear engulfed her. The bad man was still out there. What if he knew about her? Her stomach burned like she’d swallowed a hornets’ nest. Abby felt a surge of panic begin to rise until another image appeared. Jimmy. She could see him smile and hear him assure her that he’d stay with her. She wanted to trust him and something told her she should. Soon, the feeling of panic died down and the final veil of sleep slipped away.
The first thing Abby saw when she opened her eyes was Jimmy sitting in the chair across from where she slept. He was doing something with his guns.
“Are you going to shoot someone?” Abby sat up.
Jimmy looked over to see Abby wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Good mornin’ sleepyhead. I thought you were gonna’ stay in that bed all day.”
Abby blushed and looked down at her hands. She twisted the quilt and asked again, “So, are you?”
Jimmy wasn’t sure how to handle this. Before yesterday her question would have seemed innocent enough; in fact, she might not have thought to ask it at all. However, today was completely different. After spending most of the night waking up to her whimpers and softly stroking her head to calm her down, he didn’t want to ignore her so he decided that the simple truth would be best.
“No, I’m cleanin’ ‘em. It’s safer to keep ‘em in good condition.”
He put his guns away and walked over to sit on the settee with Abby. He really couldn’t believe how this little slip of a girl had worked her way into his normally guarded heart in such a short time.
“Honey?”
Not used to endearments from anyone other than her mother, Abby felt her face redden again.
“We need to go to town and see my friend. Remember the man I told ya’ ‘bout?” Jimmy brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“The marshal? Ummm, he has a funny name.” Abby bit her lip trying to remember.
“Teaspoon.”
“I would’ve remembered,” she insisted.
“Sorry, next time I ask you somethin’ I’ll wait ‘til you get the answer. Even if I’m waitin’ for weeks and weeks,” he laughed softly.
Abby looked thoughtfully at Jimmy. She liked to hear him laugh. It was odd, especially since she wasn’t used to hearing a male laugh. She and her mother laughed only when her father wasn’t around because he yelled and said they were being lazy. Suddenly, the thought of her mother brought sadness.
“You okay?” Jimmy noticed how quiet she’d become.
Abby didn’t like the feeling so she changed the subject.
“When are we going?”
“Well, as soon as you get your sleepy self outta’ that bed.” Jimmy pulled the blanket back. “Are you hungry?” He figured she had to be. He knew he woke up with a bear of an appetite and he’d had stew last night.
Abby’s stomach rumbled in response. Surprised, she looked down at her traitorous belly and then back at Jimmy and smiled shyly. Once more her stomach announced its emptiness, this time with a very loud growl. Scrunching her face up with embarrassment, Abby bowed her head, covering her face with her hands. Thinking she was upset, he was pleasantly surprised to hear a small giggle escape from the confines of her hands. He decided to take advantage of the situation and try to keep Abby laughing.
“Good grief! I’m sure the people at the other end a’ town heard that!” he said, feigning shock.
Abby did as Jimmy hoped and allowed another small giggle. This got Jimmy laughing which, in turn, caused Abby to giggle some more. Jimmy thought he’d broken through but, when she looked up at him, though she was smiling, he saw tears in her eyes. Jimmy picked her up and sat her on his lap and, with his arms wrapped around her, he held her while she cried.
“Let it out,” Jimmy rubbed her back. As much as he hated crying, he knew this was the best thing for her. He’d been worried that she’d done little to no grieving, especially when they buried Clara.
After a few moments, the crying subsided to a few sniffles and Jimmy leaned back to look at the little girl. Her eyes were red, as was her nose, but, when he brushed the hair away from her face, she treated him to a faint smile that touched his heart.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” Abby said through a shuddering sigh. She wiped her eyes.
“What are you apologizin’ for?” Jimmy was startled by the apology. He handed her his bandana.
Accepting the offer, she wiped her face. “Well, Papa doesn’t abide crying. He gets really angry with me or Mama….” Abby stopped, realizing that he’d no longer be able to get angry with her mother. She sniffed.
“Well, I don’t much like it when women get to cryin’ but I do think it’s necessary at times and, well…” he didn’t know how to finish, so he just gave her a hug and continued holding her while she calmed down, which is how Rachel found the two of them.
“Well, are you two just gonna’ stay around here all day?” Rachel teased; unaware of what had just occurred. Receiving no response, she looked over and saw Abby’s tearstained face, eyes closed, leaning against Jimmy’s chest. Rachel looked up to see the sadness in Jimmy’s eyes; the only noise was the quiet snuffles from Abby.
Rachel had worried about how Abby would react when she faced the morning and she knew how worried Jimmy was, especially since he said the young girl hadn’t shown any signs of grief. Rachel smiled sadly at Jimmy and, giving him a sympathetic nod, began to prepare breakfast for the two.
When Abby realized someone else was in the room, she quickly quieted down because she didn’t want to get in trouble. She wiped her eyes for what she hoped would be the last time, but knew that was doubtful, and, smoothing her mussed hair, tried to get herself presentable. She looked up and saw a very pretty woman busy at the table. Abby never thought of herself as shy but then she wasn’t used to being around many people so, it took her a moment to move from Jimmy’s lap. Though she felt a bit apprehensive, she remembered what her mother had taught her and politely stood up to introduce herself.
“How do you do? My name is Abby Cassidy.” She then curtsied.
Rachel watched as, even with all she’d been through, Abby still had the courtesy to properly introduce herself. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she wanted to make Abby feel at home so she returned the thoughtfulness.
“Well, Miss Abby. My name is Rachel Dunne. And I’m delighted to meet such a well-mannered child.” She smiled encouragingly as she curtsied.
“Now Rachel, you ain’t sayin’ that the rest of us ain’t well-mannered, are you?” Jimmy grinned, winking at Abby.
“Ummm, Mr. Hickok, let’s just say it’s been a while since anyone has curtsied around here,” Rachel chuckled, eyeing Abby knowingly. She was rewarded with a grin and nod from the little girl. “So, what are you two plannin’ on doin’ today?”
“I’m tryin’ to get lazy bones outta’ bed so we can go see Teaspoon.” Jimmy nudged Abby playfully. Seeing her reaction to Rachel, he hoped the teasing would be accepted. He was rewarded with a small giggle that Abby quickly stifled. He reached over to tickle her.
Rachel walked over, swatted at Jimmy, and took the little girl’s hand. “You come on now, there’s still some bacon and ham and I’ve got some eggs fixed for you.”
Abby’s mouth watered at the thought of all that food. She was used to porridge in the mornings and very little meat at all. She didn’t want to upset anyone, especially the master person, or whatever it was Jimmy had called the Teaspoon person.
“Is that alright? I don’t want to make Mr. Teaspoon angry if I eat some.”
“Don’t you worry a bit. Mr. Teaspoon doesn’t have much say as to who eats what around here and, even if he tried, I don’t believe it would matter.” Rachel tugged gently to get Abby to follow her to the kitchen.
“Once you eat, we’ll go over to see Teaspoon.” Jimmy followed the pair.
“Um, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, sweet pea?”
Abby giggled at the pet name. “Do you and Miss Dunne live here alone?”
Jimmy blushed and glanced over at Rachel. “Uh, no. I live in the bunkhouse across the way.” He pointed out towards the building.
“Oh.” Abby pondered this information. She stared out the window at the small part of the bunkhouse she could see. “Who else lives there?” “Well, why don’t you eat your breakfast and Jimmy and I will tell you all about the other boys.” Rachel placed a heaping plate of eggs, bacon, toast and ham in front of Abby. While the little girl ate, Rachel and Jimmy told her about the other riders.
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Abby sat with Jimmy on the bench outside the marshal’s office waiting for Teaspoon to finish with his prisoner. She couldn’t stop fidgeting. She was worried. This Teaspoon man was an important person, especially since he was a marshal; at least that’s what her mother always told her. She let out a big sigh, catching Jimmy’s attention.
“You okay?” He’d noticed how she kept squirming beside him and turning to look through the office window like she was the next one on trial.
“Umm, yes.” She didn’t want him to think she was a baby so she decided not to say anything.
She’d just finished her curtsy after being introduced to Teaspoon when the deputy had brought in this very large man who was bellowing about how they had no right to ruin his morning stroll. The fact that he was taking it with a bottle of whiskey and singing at the top of his lungs didn’t seem to matter to him. Jimmy had removed Abby immediately to the bench outside.
Though she was amazed at some of the words coming from the man, she was in awe at how Marshal Teaspoon handled the whole mess. Especially when the deputy tripped over the chair, bringing him and the huge man down in a heap. She wasn’t quite sure what the marshal had said but he’d looked up when he’d said it, so she figured he’d been asking God something. Maybe praying that the deputy was okay because he was a lot skinnier than that other man.
“I ain’t running a hotel here, Nelson, so quit yer yappin’!” Teaspoon bellowed from inside, interrupting Abby’s thoughts.
Jimmy saw Abby’s eyes widen so he decided he’d best reassure her. He opened his mouth to tell her what a nice man Teaspoon was but she spoke first.
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah Abby?”
“Do you think he’ll like me?” she quietly asked.
‘So that’s what’s botherin’ her.’ Jimmy sat forward and smiled at her.
“I know he will. You’re a good girl, right?”
“Yes,” Abby stated with a definite nod.
“Well now, folks like good girls and Teaspoon, bein’ a marshal and all, ‘specially likes good girls, so you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” He figured that would set her mind at ease.
Abby sat pondering this new information. She suddenly looked over at Jimmy, realizing something important.
“Do you like good girls?”
Jimmy turned to hide his blush. Maybe that wasn’t quite how he should have handled it but it was too late now.
“Um, yeah, I sure do.”
“Is Rachel a good girl?”
Jimmy was amused at the questions her thoughts led her to.
“I believe she is.”
That seemed to set Abby’s mind at ease. Jimmy had noticed that during breakfast, the little girl had taken to the older woman, which made, not only Jimmy happy, but seemed to please Rachel immensely.
“You sure about him?” She pointed over her shoulder.
“How ‘bout we just ask him,” Jimmy suggested with a grin.
“Don’t you dare!” Giggling, she covered her face with her hands.
“I’m telling ya’ right now Nelson, one more complaint and ya’ get ta’ stay in here for a week on nothin’ but bread and water. Ya’ hear?”
Teaspoon walked out of the office, joining Jimmy and Abby on the boardwalk. He stretched his old muscles and turned to Jimmy. “I swear I think that’s the worst part of this job - bein’ a jailer,” Teaspoon grunted.
“Maybe we shouldn’t keep ‘em as prisoners once we catch ‘em,” Jimmy suggested with an insinuating smirk.
Teaspoon gave Jimmy his trademark look. “Well, that may be but, ‘til I’m told differently, we’ll keep arrestin’ ‘em and lockin’ ‘em up.” With a wink, he added, “‘Sides, if we ever come after you, you’ll be singin’ a different tune.”
“Yeah, but I’m a good boy, Teaspoon. Ain’t that right, Abby?” Jimmy laughed, looking over at the girl who was, by all appearances, trying to blend into the bench.
“Shhh!” Abby blushed.
“What’s that about?” Teaspoon looked questioningly at Abby causing her to blush deeper and stare at the ground. Teaspoon shook his head, smiling, “Anyway, Nelson’s just in here fer drunk in public. Though that’s the third time in as many days, the ol’ goat.”
Sighing, Teaspoon sat on the other side of Abby. Smiling at her, he began, “Alright now Miss Abby, why don’t you tell me what you know.”
After almost an hour Teaspoon was exasperated. They seemed no closer to the killer’s identity than before they’d started. As they took a break in the questioning, Buck came riding into town like he was racing himself. He pulled Spirit to stop in front of the office.
“Whoa, son.” Teaspoon hurried over to Buck’s lathered mount and grabbed the bridle.
Buck leaped off the horse before Spirit had really stopped. “Is she okay?”
Jimmy quickly glanced at Abby before realizing that Buck knew nothing about the little girl. He looked back at his friend, perplexed.
“Is who okay?”
Buck decided not to say because he knew what Jimmy would do. Still nervous about the answer, he turned to Teaspoon. “Is everyone okay?”
“Well, yes. But what makes you think someone ain’t?” Teaspoon hadn’t seen Buck this riled in a long time and he’d noticed how the young man had ignored Jimmy’s question.
“Well, I heard about Charlie when I rode into Oak Grove and someone said that an Express rider had been hurt too and that they’d been taken over to Sheriff Berger. I remembered from the schedule that,” Buck paused, glancing over at Jimmy but his need to know outweighed the reaction from his friend, so he continued, “Lou was supposed to have that ride so I went over to his office but the sheriff wasn’t around so I ran over to the doc’s office but his assistant was the only one there and he didn’t know what I was talkin’ about and, since I was passin’ through anyway, I figured I’d get home as fast as I could and find out if…” Buck plopped down on edge the boardwalk running out of wind.
“Hey Buck, Lou’s fine. Honest.”
Jimmy walked over and bent down, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. It was rare to see Buck this wound up and he didn’t think he’d ever heard Buck say this much at once. Also, he now understood why Buck hadn’t answered his question. ‘Does ev’ryone know how I feel about Lou?’
Thinking it best to show he wasn’t bothered, he added, laughing, “Last I saw, she was helpin’ Kid get ready for his ride. And we know what that means.”
Smiling, Buck let out a calming breath and gave Jimmy a nod indicating he was okay. As Jimmy walked over to Teaspoon and Abby, Buck stood up stiffly. He’d been in the saddle for too long without a break. As he stretched his tired muscles, he noticed the little girl behind Teaspoon, next to Jimmy, petting Spirit’s nose. He was intrigued at how the horse moved towards the girl’s hand, encouraging every touch.
“Who’s this? A new rider?” Buck wasn’t sure how she’d feel about him and he didn’t want to scare her, so, smiling but keeping his distance, he walked over to Teaspoon.
When Abby saw the dark rider approaching her, she automatically took Jimmy’s hand. She knew he was an Indian and she remembered everything her father had said about them being heartless savages, ready to kill any white man and steal the women and children. But this one didn’t look like a heartless savage. She looked up and noticed that Jimmy was watching her, as was Marshal Teaspoon. Looking back at the man, she saw in his eyes the same thing she saw in Jimmy’s and the Marshal’s - kindness and caring.
“I bet I could be a rider.” She smiled shyly.
The other men laughed. “That you could darlin’, that you could. And you probably could show these boys a thing or two.” Teaspoon patted the girl’s shoulder.
Remembering her manners, she released Jimmy’s hand and once more introduced herself with a curtsy to Buck.
“My name is Abby Cassidy. You’re Buck Cross, aren’t you?”
Buck was not only impressed by her manners but also extremely touched that this young girl would treat him with such respect.
In turn, he bowed, saying, “Well, Miss Cassidy, yes I am.” He held out his hand, took hers and kissed the back, causing the little girl to blush, “and I’m please to make your acquaintance.”
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance too, Mr. Cross,” Abby giggled as she imitated Buck.
Teaspoon smiled at the scene. ‘Maybe this lit’l girl will bring some much needed sunshine to the station.’ He’d been just as moved by her introduction when she’d curtsied for him.
“You’re a very polite young lady,” Teaspoon added, slightly bowing his head.
“She’s also a good girl,” Jimmy added, winking at Abby.
Abby smacked Jimmy on the arm, earning a chuckle for her trouble. Blushing, she glanced up at Jimmy and smiled. Buck looked questioningly at Jimmy and then Abby. When no explanation was offered, the Kiowa looked over at Teaspoon for clarification.
“Don’t mind ‘em. I believe they’ve got some secrets they ain’t willin’ to share.” Teaspoon walked over to Buck. “Go on home. The others can fill ya’ in on ev’rythin’ that’s happened.” Teaspoon casually nodded toward Abby.
Buck took the hint. He was anxious to get home anyway, not only to see Lou for himself, but because he was tired and hungry as well. As he mounted Spirit, he suddenly remembered something else he’d learned in Oak Grove.
“With all the worry over Lou I almost forgot, I heard from the doc’s assistant that Charlie’s gonna’ be okay.”
Jimmy let out a whoop as Teaspoon cried, “Hot damn!” before realizing where they were and who was standing there. Abby giggled again, which was contagious, causing Jimmy to start again and Buck to ride away laughing.
Teaspoon cleared his throat and turned to the little girl, “Okay, so where were we?”
Abby walked over to the bench and sat down. “I was answering your questions about the man that killed my mama.”
Teaspoon soberly nodded. He still couldn’t believe how stoic she was about what had happened. He and Jimmy joined her on the bench.
“Ya’ know Abby…if you could tell us just a teeny bit more about this man, we might know 'im already.”
“But I’ve told you everything,” Abby insisted.
“That you have honey but, ‘not tall, not short, not fat, not thin,’ well, we need a bit more to go on. Ya’ understand?” Teaspoon stopped the sigh he felt welling up within.
Abby shrugged. She looked at Jimmy, now seated beside her with his arm protectively around her shoulders.
“Okay honey, think. What color was his hair?” Jimmy thought maybe he could get her to open up more.
Abby shrugged.
Jimmy looked at Teaspoon, helplessly.
“Alright…. how about his nose? Long or short?” Teaspoon prodded some more.
“In between, I guess.” Abby looked down in defeat. She was now worried that they would be angry at her lack of help.
Teaspoon sighed, “In between.” He saw her frown and immediately assured her, “It’s okay darlin’, we’ll figure somethin’ out.” He received a small smile.
Both men sat contemplating the situation for a while. Neither could think of any more questions to help Abby remember.
As the men sat pondering, Abby saw a group of children playing games a couple of buildings down, just off the boardwalk. Two girls, about her age, were jumping rope and a group of boys were running away from one boy who seemed to be after them. She didn’t know what the game was but she wished she could play.
After a moment, Jimmy asked, “Abby honey, do ya’ think you’d recognize him if ya’ were to see him again?”
Abby’s face lit up as she looked at him. “Oh, I think so. I’d sure try.”
“Good girl. That’s all we can ask.” Jimmy squeezed Abby’s shoulder in a hug.
Teaspoon smiled at the little girl. He hated having to ask her all these questions, making her relive the incident, but she happened to be their only witness.
“I guess we just wait until her pa gets back and comes for her. Maybe he can tell us somethin’.”
At the mention of her pa, Abby got up and walked to a post down from where they sat. She didn’t want to think about him coming and taking her away from all this.
Jimmy watched as she walked away. His heart hurt for the girl. “I doubt it Teaspoon. By the way Abby talks about the killer, he’s a stranger.” He made sure she was out of earshot, before he continued, “And as fer her pa, I’m not sure how he’s gonna’ take this. It don’t sound like he’s much of a pa. Abby acted like he wasn’t gonna’ be worried about her at all, just annoyed at havin’ to come all this way to get her.”
Teaspoon grunted. He knew many men like that and he always wondered why they’d become husbands and fathers in the first place.
“Do you know if she has any other folk?” Teaspoon was worried now whether Mr. Cassidy would come for the girl.
“There’s an aunt back east named Elizabeth, Mrs. Cassidy’s younger sister. I think she said Delaware.”
Teaspoon pondered what Jimmy said. Suddenly, he got a terrifying thought. He walked over to Abby and asked, “Are you sure this man didn’t see ya’?”
“He couldn’t see me at all. Mama made me hide real well. ”
“Good.” He slowly walked back to Jimmy, thinking.
“Umm, Teaspoon?” Jimmy glanced over at Abby again to make sure she wasn’t listening. “What are we gonna’ do with her? I mean, I guess she can stay with Rachel but Jesse’s got the spare room and well, what are we gonna’ do?”
“Whatta’ ya’ mean we?” Teaspoon hid his smile. “She doesn’t seem ta’ trust anyone but you.”
He knew Rachel would find her a place and, besides, Jesse could always stay in the tack room with him or use a bedroll in the bunkhouse.
“Now, hold on,” Jimmy tried to keep his voice low, “You know she can’t stay in the bunkhouse with me.”
“Now Jimmy, it’s just ‘til her pa gets back and after all, someone’s gotta’ take care of her, right?” Teaspoon teased. “And like I said, you seem ta’ be the only one she trusts.”
“But me?”
“Jimmy?”
Without having to look down, Jimmy realized that Abby was standing beside him and had probably heard the majority of the conversation. Closing his eyes, he quietly groaned. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her anymore.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be all right.” Abby glanced nervously between the two men.
“Now Jimmy, see what you went and did? Poor little thing feels like no one wants her around.” As Jimmy looked heavenward, Teaspoon turned and winked at Abby. At first the girl looked confused but then she gave him an understanding grin. She quickly became somber when Jimmy looked at her.
Jimmy squatted down beside Abby. “Abby, I didn’t mean for it ta’ sound like that. You’re a real sweet girl and anyone would be proud to have ya’ as their daugh…er, sister. But we’re a group of men and we ain’t set up to take care of ya’. Do ya’ see?”
“Well, not everyone is a man, right? I could stay with Miss Rachel.” Abby looked at Jimmy curiously, trying not to giggle but, in the end, was unsuccessful. Jimmy was taken aback, not quite sure what was so funny.
“Well, now Abby. That’s right smart of ya’ ta’ ask. I’m sure that Miss Rachel would love ta’ have ya’ stay with her,” Teaspoon chuckled. “See Jimmy? She’s a smart girl.”
“You did that on purpose didn’t ya’?” Jimmy shook his head as he stood up.
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” Teaspoon laughed outright, slapping the young man, that reminded him so much of himself, on the back.
“‘Cause you’re an ornery ol’ coot, that’s why.” Jimmy joined in the laugh.
“Jimmy! You watch your mouth around this here young’un’,” Teaspoon chastised with mock indignation, conveniently forgetting his outburst from earlier.
“Oh, that’s okay Marshal Teaspoon. You shoulda’ heard what he said when he was trying to catch me,” said a grinning Abby.
Teaspoon eyed Jimmy. “Z’at so?”
Abby nodded.
“Miss Abby, maybe tonight you can tell us exactly how you two met, hmmm?” Teaspoon said in a conspiratorial pseudo-whisper. “Oh, and jus’ call me Teaspoon. The marshal bit makes me sound too respectable,” he added with a wink.
Abby giggled.
Jimmy played along and looked abashed. “Wait a minute. It really wasn’t that bad Teaspoon.” Leaning over to Abby, he playfully grumbled, “I thought you said I was a good boy.”
“I don’t think she ever actually agreed Jimmy,” Teaspoon knowingly pointed out as Jimmy laughed and took Abby’s hand.
“See, Jimmy?” Abby looked up at Jimmy, “I said I’d be all right.”
“You did at that Abby. Let’s go get you settled with Rachel.”
“Bye Marsh…um, Teaspoon!”
“Bye darlin’.”
Teaspoon smiled at Abby and then gave Jimmy a thoughtful look. He saw the young man grin sheepishly as he and Abby walked over to the station.
‘Yep, that girl’s got him wrapped tightly ‘round that lit’l finger and the rest of us are followin’ fast,’ he chuckled to himself as he decided to walk over and see what his sweetheart, Polly, was doing.
Fandom: The Young Riders
Characters: Jimmy, Buck, etc.
Prompt: 028 Children
Word Count: 4619
Rating: PG
Summary: Jimmy comes upon a lost young girl that has secretly seen something she shouldn't have. Will he and the others be able to protect her from the evil that approaches?
Chapter 4
As Abby felt released from the grip of deep slumber, she entered that hazy stage between dream and wake when her subconscious told her something wasn’t quite right. At first she wasn’t sure what, but soon she realized it was too quiet. The sounds of her normal morning were missing. The sound of Mama closing the door softly after she went out to get the wood for the stove or the stove door creaking shut and Mama sighing because Papa still hadn’t fixed it. She missed the slight metallic clink of Mama placing the pot gently on top to cook the porridge. The faint swishing of the hem of Mama’s dress brushing over the wood floor as she came over to wake Abby.
Where was Mama?
Like a landslide, Abby’s mind brought forth the images of the previous day’s events. The shock that had kept her going had worn off. Now only fear engulfed her. The bad man was still out there. What if he knew about her? Her stomach burned like she’d swallowed a hornets’ nest. Abby felt a surge of panic begin to rise until another image appeared. Jimmy. She could see him smile and hear him assure her that he’d stay with her. She wanted to trust him and something told her she should. Soon, the feeling of panic died down and the final veil of sleep slipped away.
The first thing Abby saw when she opened her eyes was Jimmy sitting in the chair across from where she slept. He was doing something with his guns.
“Are you going to shoot someone?” Abby sat up.
Jimmy looked over to see Abby wiping the sleep from her eyes. “Good mornin’ sleepyhead. I thought you were gonna’ stay in that bed all day.”
Abby blushed and looked down at her hands. She twisted the quilt and asked again, “So, are you?”
Jimmy wasn’t sure how to handle this. Before yesterday her question would have seemed innocent enough; in fact, she might not have thought to ask it at all. However, today was completely different. After spending most of the night waking up to her whimpers and softly stroking her head to calm her down, he didn’t want to ignore her so he decided that the simple truth would be best.
“No, I’m cleanin’ ‘em. It’s safer to keep ‘em in good condition.”
He put his guns away and walked over to sit on the settee with Abby. He really couldn’t believe how this little slip of a girl had worked her way into his normally guarded heart in such a short time.
“Honey?”
Not used to endearments from anyone other than her mother, Abby felt her face redden again.
“We need to go to town and see my friend. Remember the man I told ya’ ‘bout?” Jimmy brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“The marshal? Ummm, he has a funny name.” Abby bit her lip trying to remember.
“Teaspoon.”
“I would’ve remembered,” she insisted.
“Sorry, next time I ask you somethin’ I’ll wait ‘til you get the answer. Even if I’m waitin’ for weeks and weeks,” he laughed softly.
Abby looked thoughtfully at Jimmy. She liked to hear him laugh. It was odd, especially since she wasn’t used to hearing a male laugh. She and her mother laughed only when her father wasn’t around because he yelled and said they were being lazy. Suddenly, the thought of her mother brought sadness.
“You okay?” Jimmy noticed how quiet she’d become.
Abby didn’t like the feeling so she changed the subject.
“When are we going?”
“Well, as soon as you get your sleepy self outta’ that bed.” Jimmy pulled the blanket back. “Are you hungry?” He figured she had to be. He knew he woke up with a bear of an appetite and he’d had stew last night.
Abby’s stomach rumbled in response. Surprised, she looked down at her traitorous belly and then back at Jimmy and smiled shyly. Once more her stomach announced its emptiness, this time with a very loud growl. Scrunching her face up with embarrassment, Abby bowed her head, covering her face with her hands. Thinking she was upset, he was pleasantly surprised to hear a small giggle escape from the confines of her hands. He decided to take advantage of the situation and try to keep Abby laughing.
“Good grief! I’m sure the people at the other end a’ town heard that!” he said, feigning shock.
Abby did as Jimmy hoped and allowed another small giggle. This got Jimmy laughing which, in turn, caused Abby to giggle some more. Jimmy thought he’d broken through but, when she looked up at him, though she was smiling, he saw tears in her eyes. Jimmy picked her up and sat her on his lap and, with his arms wrapped around her, he held her while she cried.
“Let it out,” Jimmy rubbed her back. As much as he hated crying, he knew this was the best thing for her. He’d been worried that she’d done little to no grieving, especially when they buried Clara.
After a few moments, the crying subsided to a few sniffles and Jimmy leaned back to look at the little girl. Her eyes were red, as was her nose, but, when he brushed the hair away from her face, she treated him to a faint smile that touched his heart.
“I’m sorry, Jimmy,” Abby said through a shuddering sigh. She wiped her eyes.
“What are you apologizin’ for?” Jimmy was startled by the apology. He handed her his bandana.
Accepting the offer, she wiped her face. “Well, Papa doesn’t abide crying. He gets really angry with me or Mama….” Abby stopped, realizing that he’d no longer be able to get angry with her mother. She sniffed.
“Well, I don’t much like it when women get to cryin’ but I do think it’s necessary at times and, well…” he didn’t know how to finish, so he just gave her a hug and continued holding her while she calmed down, which is how Rachel found the two of them.
“Well, are you two just gonna’ stay around here all day?” Rachel teased; unaware of what had just occurred. Receiving no response, she looked over and saw Abby’s tearstained face, eyes closed, leaning against Jimmy’s chest. Rachel looked up to see the sadness in Jimmy’s eyes; the only noise was the quiet snuffles from Abby.
Rachel had worried about how Abby would react when she faced the morning and she knew how worried Jimmy was, especially since he said the young girl hadn’t shown any signs of grief. Rachel smiled sadly at Jimmy and, giving him a sympathetic nod, began to prepare breakfast for the two.
When Abby realized someone else was in the room, she quickly quieted down because she didn’t want to get in trouble. She wiped her eyes for what she hoped would be the last time, but knew that was doubtful, and, smoothing her mussed hair, tried to get herself presentable. She looked up and saw a very pretty woman busy at the table. Abby never thought of herself as shy but then she wasn’t used to being around many people so, it took her a moment to move from Jimmy’s lap. Though she felt a bit apprehensive, she remembered what her mother had taught her and politely stood up to introduce herself.
“How do you do? My name is Abby Cassidy.” She then curtsied.
Rachel watched as, even with all she’d been through, Abby still had the courtesy to properly introduce herself. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she wanted to make Abby feel at home so she returned the thoughtfulness.
“Well, Miss Abby. My name is Rachel Dunne. And I’m delighted to meet such a well-mannered child.” She smiled encouragingly as she curtsied.
“Now Rachel, you ain’t sayin’ that the rest of us ain’t well-mannered, are you?” Jimmy grinned, winking at Abby.
“Ummm, Mr. Hickok, let’s just say it’s been a while since anyone has curtsied around here,” Rachel chuckled, eyeing Abby knowingly. She was rewarded with a grin and nod from the little girl. “So, what are you two plannin’ on doin’ today?”
“I’m tryin’ to get lazy bones outta’ bed so we can go see Teaspoon.” Jimmy nudged Abby playfully. Seeing her reaction to Rachel, he hoped the teasing would be accepted. He was rewarded with a small giggle that Abby quickly stifled. He reached over to tickle her.
Rachel walked over, swatted at Jimmy, and took the little girl’s hand. “You come on now, there’s still some bacon and ham and I’ve got some eggs fixed for you.”
Abby’s mouth watered at the thought of all that food. She was used to porridge in the mornings and very little meat at all. She didn’t want to upset anyone, especially the master person, or whatever it was Jimmy had called the Teaspoon person.
“Is that alright? I don’t want to make Mr. Teaspoon angry if I eat some.”
“Don’t you worry a bit. Mr. Teaspoon doesn’t have much say as to who eats what around here and, even if he tried, I don’t believe it would matter.” Rachel tugged gently to get Abby to follow her to the kitchen.
“Once you eat, we’ll go over to see Teaspoon.” Jimmy followed the pair.
“Um, Jimmy?”
“Yeah, sweet pea?”
Abby giggled at the pet name. “Do you and Miss Dunne live here alone?”
Jimmy blushed and glanced over at Rachel. “Uh, no. I live in the bunkhouse across the way.” He pointed out towards the building.
“Oh.” Abby pondered this information. She stared out the window at the small part of the bunkhouse she could see. “Who else lives there?” “Well, why don’t you eat your breakfast and Jimmy and I will tell you all about the other boys.” Rachel placed a heaping plate of eggs, bacon, toast and ham in front of Abby. While the little girl ate, Rachel and Jimmy told her about the other riders.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Abby sat with Jimmy on the bench outside the marshal’s office waiting for Teaspoon to finish with his prisoner. She couldn’t stop fidgeting. She was worried. This Teaspoon man was an important person, especially since he was a marshal; at least that’s what her mother always told her. She let out a big sigh, catching Jimmy’s attention.
“You okay?” He’d noticed how she kept squirming beside him and turning to look through the office window like she was the next one on trial.
“Umm, yes.” She didn’t want him to think she was a baby so she decided not to say anything.
She’d just finished her curtsy after being introduced to Teaspoon when the deputy had brought in this very large man who was bellowing about how they had no right to ruin his morning stroll. The fact that he was taking it with a bottle of whiskey and singing at the top of his lungs didn’t seem to matter to him. Jimmy had removed Abby immediately to the bench outside.
Though she was amazed at some of the words coming from the man, she was in awe at how Marshal Teaspoon handled the whole mess. Especially when the deputy tripped over the chair, bringing him and the huge man down in a heap. She wasn’t quite sure what the marshal had said but he’d looked up when he’d said it, so she figured he’d been asking God something. Maybe praying that the deputy was okay because he was a lot skinnier than that other man.
“I ain’t running a hotel here, Nelson, so quit yer yappin’!” Teaspoon bellowed from inside, interrupting Abby’s thoughts.
Jimmy saw Abby’s eyes widen so he decided he’d best reassure her. He opened his mouth to tell her what a nice man Teaspoon was but she spoke first.
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah Abby?”
“Do you think he’ll like me?” she quietly asked.
‘So that’s what’s botherin’ her.’ Jimmy sat forward and smiled at her.
“I know he will. You’re a good girl, right?”
“Yes,” Abby stated with a definite nod.
“Well now, folks like good girls and Teaspoon, bein’ a marshal and all, ‘specially likes good girls, so you ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.” He figured that would set her mind at ease.
Abby sat pondering this new information. She suddenly looked over at Jimmy, realizing something important.
“Do you like good girls?”
Jimmy turned to hide his blush. Maybe that wasn’t quite how he should have handled it but it was too late now.
“Um, yeah, I sure do.”
“Is Rachel a good girl?”
Jimmy was amused at the questions her thoughts led her to.
“I believe she is.”
That seemed to set Abby’s mind at ease. Jimmy had noticed that during breakfast, the little girl had taken to the older woman, which made, not only Jimmy happy, but seemed to please Rachel immensely.
“You sure about him?” She pointed over her shoulder.
“How ‘bout we just ask him,” Jimmy suggested with a grin.
“Don’t you dare!” Giggling, she covered her face with her hands.
“I’m telling ya’ right now Nelson, one more complaint and ya’ get ta’ stay in here for a week on nothin’ but bread and water. Ya’ hear?”
Teaspoon walked out of the office, joining Jimmy and Abby on the boardwalk. He stretched his old muscles and turned to Jimmy. “I swear I think that’s the worst part of this job - bein’ a jailer,” Teaspoon grunted.
“Maybe we shouldn’t keep ‘em as prisoners once we catch ‘em,” Jimmy suggested with an insinuating smirk.
Teaspoon gave Jimmy his trademark look. “Well, that may be but, ‘til I’m told differently, we’ll keep arrestin’ ‘em and lockin’ ‘em up.” With a wink, he added, “‘Sides, if we ever come after you, you’ll be singin’ a different tune.”
“Yeah, but I’m a good boy, Teaspoon. Ain’t that right, Abby?” Jimmy laughed, looking over at the girl who was, by all appearances, trying to blend into the bench.
“Shhh!” Abby blushed.
“What’s that about?” Teaspoon looked questioningly at Abby causing her to blush deeper and stare at the ground. Teaspoon shook his head, smiling, “Anyway, Nelson’s just in here fer drunk in public. Though that’s the third time in as many days, the ol’ goat.”
Sighing, Teaspoon sat on the other side of Abby. Smiling at her, he began, “Alright now Miss Abby, why don’t you tell me what you know.”
After almost an hour Teaspoon was exasperated. They seemed no closer to the killer’s identity than before they’d started. As they took a break in the questioning, Buck came riding into town like he was racing himself. He pulled Spirit to stop in front of the office.
“Whoa, son.” Teaspoon hurried over to Buck’s lathered mount and grabbed the bridle.
Buck leaped off the horse before Spirit had really stopped. “Is she okay?”
Jimmy quickly glanced at Abby before realizing that Buck knew nothing about the little girl. He looked back at his friend, perplexed.
“Is who okay?”
Buck decided not to say because he knew what Jimmy would do. Still nervous about the answer, he turned to Teaspoon. “Is everyone okay?”
“Well, yes. But what makes you think someone ain’t?” Teaspoon hadn’t seen Buck this riled in a long time and he’d noticed how the young man had ignored Jimmy’s question.
“Well, I heard about Charlie when I rode into Oak Grove and someone said that an Express rider had been hurt too and that they’d been taken over to Sheriff Berger. I remembered from the schedule that,” Buck paused, glancing over at Jimmy but his need to know outweighed the reaction from his friend, so he continued, “Lou was supposed to have that ride so I went over to his office but the sheriff wasn’t around so I ran over to the doc’s office but his assistant was the only one there and he didn’t know what I was talkin’ about and, since I was passin’ through anyway, I figured I’d get home as fast as I could and find out if…” Buck plopped down on edge the boardwalk running out of wind.
“Hey Buck, Lou’s fine. Honest.”
Jimmy walked over and bent down, putting his hand on his friend’s shoulder. It was rare to see Buck this wound up and he didn’t think he’d ever heard Buck say this much at once. Also, he now understood why Buck hadn’t answered his question. ‘Does ev’ryone know how I feel about Lou?’
Thinking it best to show he wasn’t bothered, he added, laughing, “Last I saw, she was helpin’ Kid get ready for his ride. And we know what that means.”
Smiling, Buck let out a calming breath and gave Jimmy a nod indicating he was okay. As Jimmy walked over to Teaspoon and Abby, Buck stood up stiffly. He’d been in the saddle for too long without a break. As he stretched his tired muscles, he noticed the little girl behind Teaspoon, next to Jimmy, petting Spirit’s nose. He was intrigued at how the horse moved towards the girl’s hand, encouraging every touch.
“Who’s this? A new rider?” Buck wasn’t sure how she’d feel about him and he didn’t want to scare her, so, smiling but keeping his distance, he walked over to Teaspoon.
When Abby saw the dark rider approaching her, she automatically took Jimmy’s hand. She knew he was an Indian and she remembered everything her father had said about them being heartless savages, ready to kill any white man and steal the women and children. But this one didn’t look like a heartless savage. She looked up and noticed that Jimmy was watching her, as was Marshal Teaspoon. Looking back at the man, she saw in his eyes the same thing she saw in Jimmy’s and the Marshal’s - kindness and caring.
“I bet I could be a rider.” She smiled shyly.
The other men laughed. “That you could darlin’, that you could. And you probably could show these boys a thing or two.” Teaspoon patted the girl’s shoulder.
Remembering her manners, she released Jimmy’s hand and once more introduced herself with a curtsy to Buck.
“My name is Abby Cassidy. You’re Buck Cross, aren’t you?”
Buck was not only impressed by her manners but also extremely touched that this young girl would treat him with such respect.
In turn, he bowed, saying, “Well, Miss Cassidy, yes I am.” He held out his hand, took hers and kissed the back, causing the little girl to blush, “and I’m please to make your acquaintance.”
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance too, Mr. Cross,” Abby giggled as she imitated Buck.
Teaspoon smiled at the scene. ‘Maybe this lit’l girl will bring some much needed sunshine to the station.’ He’d been just as moved by her introduction when she’d curtsied for him.
“You’re a very polite young lady,” Teaspoon added, slightly bowing his head.
“She’s also a good girl,” Jimmy added, winking at Abby.
Abby smacked Jimmy on the arm, earning a chuckle for her trouble. Blushing, she glanced up at Jimmy and smiled. Buck looked questioningly at Jimmy and then Abby. When no explanation was offered, the Kiowa looked over at Teaspoon for clarification.
“Don’t mind ‘em. I believe they’ve got some secrets they ain’t willin’ to share.” Teaspoon walked over to Buck. “Go on home. The others can fill ya’ in on ev’rythin’ that’s happened.” Teaspoon casually nodded toward Abby.
Buck took the hint. He was anxious to get home anyway, not only to see Lou for himself, but because he was tired and hungry as well. As he mounted Spirit, he suddenly remembered something else he’d learned in Oak Grove.
“With all the worry over Lou I almost forgot, I heard from the doc’s assistant that Charlie’s gonna’ be okay.”
Jimmy let out a whoop as Teaspoon cried, “Hot damn!” before realizing where they were and who was standing there. Abby giggled again, which was contagious, causing Jimmy to start again and Buck to ride away laughing.
Teaspoon cleared his throat and turned to the little girl, “Okay, so where were we?”
Abby walked over to the bench and sat down. “I was answering your questions about the man that killed my mama.”
Teaspoon soberly nodded. He still couldn’t believe how stoic she was about what had happened. He and Jimmy joined her on the bench.
“Ya’ know Abby…if you could tell us just a teeny bit more about this man, we might know 'im already.”
“But I’ve told you everything,” Abby insisted.
“That you have honey but, ‘not tall, not short, not fat, not thin,’ well, we need a bit more to go on. Ya’ understand?” Teaspoon stopped the sigh he felt welling up within.
Abby shrugged. She looked at Jimmy, now seated beside her with his arm protectively around her shoulders.
“Okay honey, think. What color was his hair?” Jimmy thought maybe he could get her to open up more.
Abby shrugged.
Jimmy looked at Teaspoon, helplessly.
“Alright…. how about his nose? Long or short?” Teaspoon prodded some more.
“In between, I guess.” Abby looked down in defeat. She was now worried that they would be angry at her lack of help.
Teaspoon sighed, “In between.” He saw her frown and immediately assured her, “It’s okay darlin’, we’ll figure somethin’ out.” He received a small smile.
Both men sat contemplating the situation for a while. Neither could think of any more questions to help Abby remember.
As the men sat pondering, Abby saw a group of children playing games a couple of buildings down, just off the boardwalk. Two girls, about her age, were jumping rope and a group of boys were running away from one boy who seemed to be after them. She didn’t know what the game was but she wished she could play.
After a moment, Jimmy asked, “Abby honey, do ya’ think you’d recognize him if ya’ were to see him again?”
Abby’s face lit up as she looked at him. “Oh, I think so. I’d sure try.”
“Good girl. That’s all we can ask.” Jimmy squeezed Abby’s shoulder in a hug.
Teaspoon smiled at the little girl. He hated having to ask her all these questions, making her relive the incident, but she happened to be their only witness.
“I guess we just wait until her pa gets back and comes for her. Maybe he can tell us somethin’.”
At the mention of her pa, Abby got up and walked to a post down from where they sat. She didn’t want to think about him coming and taking her away from all this.
Jimmy watched as she walked away. His heart hurt for the girl. “I doubt it Teaspoon. By the way Abby talks about the killer, he’s a stranger.” He made sure she was out of earshot, before he continued, “And as fer her pa, I’m not sure how he’s gonna’ take this. It don’t sound like he’s much of a pa. Abby acted like he wasn’t gonna’ be worried about her at all, just annoyed at havin’ to come all this way to get her.”
Teaspoon grunted. He knew many men like that and he always wondered why they’d become husbands and fathers in the first place.
“Do you know if she has any other folk?” Teaspoon was worried now whether Mr. Cassidy would come for the girl.
“There’s an aunt back east named Elizabeth, Mrs. Cassidy’s younger sister. I think she said Delaware.”
Teaspoon pondered what Jimmy said. Suddenly, he got a terrifying thought. He walked over to Abby and asked, “Are you sure this man didn’t see ya’?”
“He couldn’t see me at all. Mama made me hide real well. ”
“Good.” He slowly walked back to Jimmy, thinking.
“Umm, Teaspoon?” Jimmy glanced over at Abby again to make sure she wasn’t listening. “What are we gonna’ do with her? I mean, I guess she can stay with Rachel but Jesse’s got the spare room and well, what are we gonna’ do?”
“Whatta’ ya’ mean we?” Teaspoon hid his smile. “She doesn’t seem ta’ trust anyone but you.”
He knew Rachel would find her a place and, besides, Jesse could always stay in the tack room with him or use a bedroll in the bunkhouse.
“Now, hold on,” Jimmy tried to keep his voice low, “You know she can’t stay in the bunkhouse with me.”
“Now Jimmy, it’s just ‘til her pa gets back and after all, someone’s gotta’ take care of her, right?” Teaspoon teased. “And like I said, you seem ta’ be the only one she trusts.”
“But me?”
“Jimmy?”
Without having to look down, Jimmy realized that Abby was standing beside him and had probably heard the majority of the conversation. Closing his eyes, he quietly groaned. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her anymore.
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be all right.” Abby glanced nervously between the two men.
“Now Jimmy, see what you went and did? Poor little thing feels like no one wants her around.” As Jimmy looked heavenward, Teaspoon turned and winked at Abby. At first the girl looked confused but then she gave him an understanding grin. She quickly became somber when Jimmy looked at her.
Jimmy squatted down beside Abby. “Abby, I didn’t mean for it ta’ sound like that. You’re a real sweet girl and anyone would be proud to have ya’ as their daugh…er, sister. But we’re a group of men and we ain’t set up to take care of ya’. Do ya’ see?”
“Well, not everyone is a man, right? I could stay with Miss Rachel.” Abby looked at Jimmy curiously, trying not to giggle but, in the end, was unsuccessful. Jimmy was taken aback, not quite sure what was so funny.
“Well, now Abby. That’s right smart of ya’ ta’ ask. I’m sure that Miss Rachel would love ta’ have ya’ stay with her,” Teaspoon chuckled. “See Jimmy? She’s a smart girl.”
“You did that on purpose didn’t ya’?” Jimmy shook his head as he stood up.
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” Teaspoon laughed outright, slapping the young man, that reminded him so much of himself, on the back.
“‘Cause you’re an ornery ol’ coot, that’s why.” Jimmy joined in the laugh.
“Jimmy! You watch your mouth around this here young’un’,” Teaspoon chastised with mock indignation, conveniently forgetting his outburst from earlier.
“Oh, that’s okay Marshal Teaspoon. You shoulda’ heard what he said when he was trying to catch me,” said a grinning Abby.
Teaspoon eyed Jimmy. “Z’at so?”
Abby nodded.
“Miss Abby, maybe tonight you can tell us exactly how you two met, hmmm?” Teaspoon said in a conspiratorial pseudo-whisper. “Oh, and jus’ call me Teaspoon. The marshal bit makes me sound too respectable,” he added with a wink.
Abby giggled.
Jimmy played along and looked abashed. “Wait a minute. It really wasn’t that bad Teaspoon.” Leaning over to Abby, he playfully grumbled, “I thought you said I was a good boy.”
“I don’t think she ever actually agreed Jimmy,” Teaspoon knowingly pointed out as Jimmy laughed and took Abby’s hand.
“See, Jimmy?” Abby looked up at Jimmy, “I said I’d be all right.”
“You did at that Abby. Let’s go get you settled with Rachel.”
“Bye Marsh…um, Teaspoon!”
“Bye darlin’.”
Teaspoon smiled at Abby and then gave Jimmy a thoughtful look. He saw the young man grin sheepishly as he and Abby walked over to the station.
‘Yep, that girl’s got him wrapped tightly ‘round that lit’l finger and the rest of us are followin’ fast,’ he chuckled to himself as he decided to walk over and see what his sweetheart, Polly, was doing.