1875 (Sherman Ranch and Relay Station, Laramie, Wyoming Territory)
Mike timidly stepped into the dimly lit barn. “Jess?”
Wiping his eyes with his sleeve while trying to give the impression that he was wiping his brow, Jess cleared his throat, hoisted the pitchfork and continued the task at hand. “Yeah, Mike.”
“You still mad at me, Jess?”
“I ain’t mad at you, Tiger. Hey, shouldn’t you be in your bed sleepin’ by now?”
“Aw, Jess, please…I just had to know if you was all right. Aunt Daisy and Slim said you might be in trouble. I am sorry, Jess. I told ‘em where I heard it…”
“Yeah, thanks, Tiger. Slim told me.”
“Will it help you get out of the trouble you’re in?”
“Look, I ain’t in no trouble; just got some things on my mind is all.”
“But, Jess, Slim said-“
“I ain’t in no trouble! Leave me alone, will ya?!”
Mike stood still for a second not knowing what to do. He turned to run to the safety of the house but he chose, instead, to run toward Jess and fling his arms about his waist. Jess could not help but respond to Mike’s trusting gesture. He dropped the handled tool and placed his hands on Mike’s back. Then he lowered himself on one knee and set his hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Tiger. Just forget it, okay? Everything’ll be all right. I just need a little time, is all.”
“Jess, I-”
“You did not do anything wrong.”
“I didn’t?”
“Look at me, Mike. You did nothing wrong. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“Now go on. Get inside and get some sleep before the rooster starts ta crowin’” Jess turned Mike towards the house and gave him a playful tap. “Go on. Get to bed and I will see you in the morning.”
The two regarded each other for a minute before Mike headed back to the house, a heavy burden obviously lifted from his young shoulders. Jess stood and watched after him as he was greeted at the door by an understanding Daisy who nodded in Jess’ direction before welcoming Mike into her open arms and gently closed the door after him.
Alone in the darkened barn, Jess wondered if he would ever see Mike again…
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