Charlie Goodbear

By Tom Thunderhorse

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood. (Marie Curie) The nature of people is to shun the unknown, which is what a handful of people in the town of Springdale were doing to Charlie Goodbear. Charlie Goodbear by Tom Thunderhorse is an inspirational tale about the lives of a few small town folks and a good-hearted and misunderstood man named Charlie.

The book begins with a detailed explanation of the characters and the town of Springdale. Thunderhorses perfect description of the stereotypical small town life makes you feel close to the characters. It is as if you are part of the gang and not just a silent spectator. The story unfolds only to pull you deeper into the lives of these colorful characters.

A wonderful element this book has to offer is humor, and more than one kind. This book will have its reader laughing as well as sitting in silent amusement at some particular quirk. Do not think for one minute that this book is a comedy, however, it will have you near tears at some points too.

A word of warning to all the books potential readers: This book is religious! Thats right, Ive said the R word. However, what is more important for those who are sensitive about the aforementioned R word, it is not preachy. This story does not attempt to convert you or convince you of the benefits of believing what these characters do believe. Feel safe, people of all faiths, your beliefs are out of harm's way, so if you can get past the rest of it, just sit back and enjoy the tale.

Charlie Goodbear offers an ending that can only be described as bittersweet, but I will not spoil it for any potential readers who may be reading this. You will just have to acquire a copy of this wonderful book for yourself.


When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, I used everything you gave me.
~Erma Bombeck

"I have known Tom Thunderhorse for a good amount of time now and knowing him has made this book all the more enjoyable for me. I could hear his voice in my head as I read and his sense of humor and personality comes though in every character. I feel very touched to have been given the opportunity to enjoy his novel before it becomes available to the rest of the world and truly blessed to have met him."
~This Review By, Christina Malley

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 17, 2007
• ISBN: 9781469123325

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Copyright © 2007 by Tom Thunderhorse.

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-four

Chapter Forty-five

Chapter Forty-six

Chapter Forty-seven

Chapter Forty-eight

Chapter Forty-nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-one

Chapter Fifty-two

Chapter Fifty-three

Chapter Fifty-four

Chapter Fifty-five

Chapter Fifty-six

Chapter Fifty-seven

Chapter Fifty-eight

Chapter Fifty-nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-one

Chapter Sixty-two

CHAPTER ONE

Springdale is a midsize town in the Midwest; and if one were to come upon it, one would think it to be at least fifty years behind the rest of the world. It has a laid-back atmosphere, and folks would think it was a very friendly sort of town. At a glance, one would see folks greeting one another in a friendly sort of way. The streets of this picturesque town are clean and tidy; and in the middle of town is the town square with a park, a courthouse, and several stores. Springdale is a quiet farming community. Many people would call the folks living here square or old-fashioned and rightly so. Take, for instance, Mrs. Virginia Crowley, the church organist at the town’s Methodist church. She seems to have a winning smile on her face and is one of the pillars of the community. She is somewhat opinionated and self-righteous. Then there is Patrick and Joann Whipple, the owners of the local hardware store. Patrick is somewhat outgoing and yet bossy, and Joann is the town gossip who just can’t stand people who disagree with her.

Brandon Wild, the local deputy sheriff is young and attractive. He is twenty-four years of age. He has the eye of many of the young ladies in Springdale. He is tall and muscular with sky blue eyes and golden blond hair. His smile is broad, and one may think his smile would cause the ladies to swoon when he looks their way; however, he is very unassuming. Brandon, like his uncle, the sheriff, is serious about his work yet takes things in stride. He would rather try to help calm a situation down than to throw a body in jail. Of course, Brandon is certainly no pushover when the going gets tough, yet he is loved and respected by all who know him.

Jim and Mary Hammet own a horse ranch and breed Arabian Thoroughbreds. Their ranch sits on a gentle sloping hill with beautiful oak trees. The house is a two-story mansion that has been in the Hammet family for four generations. The grounds of the ranch are in a very pristine condition, bordered with a white stock rail fence. Jim is also the local veterinarian. Mary is on the school board as well as a teacher at Springdale’s grade school. Both Jim and Mary are filled with love and compassion for all they meet and are ready to help those who are less fortunate.

Charlie Goodbear is of Apache descent and is known as the town drunk. He doesn’t bother anyone and stays mostly to himself. No one knows exactly where he lives. He is always clean and polite. His usual hangout is at the churchyard of the Methodist church, and one can usually find him sitting on the ground against the church building on any Sunday morning if weather permits. Most of the churchgoers don’t mind Charlie sitting in the churchyard, but there are a few who wish Charlie would just go away. They feel Charlie is not an asset to their community or the church.

It is a beautiful summer morning. The birds are softly chirping, but the town is quiet. It is a sad day for Springdale because the town’s beloved Reverend Tom Philips of the Methodist church is being laid to rest. Reverend Philips was one of the few people who would have quiet chats with Charlie. He had a genuine love for him. Charlie did not attend the service for Reverend Philips but quietly waits for the pallbearers to bring the good reverend’s casket to the churchyard for burial. Charlie stands at a distance so as not to intrude on the reverend’s final resting place.

As the congregation followed the reverend’s casket, Joann Whipple notices Charlie and quietly complains to her husband, Why doesn’t someone do something about that stinking drunk? I just can’t stand him littering the churchyard with his presence!

Patrick tries to calm Joann and whispers, Now now, dear, this is not the time or place to complain. We’ll have a talk with the new minister when he arrives. Jim and Mary Hammet hear Joann’s quiet complaints and look at each other, shaking their heads.

The bell in the church tower sadly rings out its death knell as the congregation gathers around the grave to hear final words in Reverend Philips’s behalf.

Reverend Johns, an old friend of Reverend Philips, says a few words over the casket. Rev. Tom Philips and I have been friends for over forty years, and he will be sorely missed. One of his desires was to build a new church for his beloved congregation. He was, through an anonymous donor, able to see his wish and desire come to pass before his death. He wanted me to thank that donor, who stands among us today, for his generosity. Tom told me, before his untimely death, who this donor was and of their wishes, and I will inform the new minister of this when he arrives. Let us pray. Oh, Lord God, we now commit the body of our dearly departed brother to the ground, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, with hope of certain resurrection through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen. Our service is at an end. For those who would like to join us in the church hall, there will be refreshments and a time to remember the good days with Reverend Philips.

As the congregation leaves the grave site, Charlie walks over to the casket and places his hand on the casket and offers his silent goodbye.

Virginia Crowley looks back to see Charlie standing with his hand on the casket. She walks over to Brandon Wild and complains, Are you going to stand there and allow that old drunk to stand around by Reverend Philips’s grave! Who knows, maybe he’s going to do something!

Brandon tries to assure Mrs. Crowley. Don’t worry, ma’am, I don’t think he’s going to be a problem. If I can remember, Reverend Philips and Charlie would talk together many times. Now, would you deny someone saying their last goodbyes, even old Charlie?

Patrick and Joann Whipple overhear the conversation and come to interject their two cents. Joann Whipple blurts out, That old stinking drunk ought to be put in jail! I just can’t stand someone who lies around all day drunk! As far as I’m concerned, he’s a good-for-nothing bum!

Mary Hammet overhears Joann and quietly remarks to Brandon, I don’t ever remember Charlie being a bum. Yes, he may be a drunk, but he is clean and never bothers anyone. Furthermore, since Charlie sits in the churchyard and not on the streets, I think he should be left alone. Brandon agrees with Mary.

Joann and Patrick walk away in a huff. Ooh, I can’t stand that woman, especially when she stands up for that stinking Indian bum!

Mary Hammet looks lovingly at Brandon. Would you like to come in and have refreshments with us? Besides, there are a few things Dr. Hammet and I would like to discuss with you.

Brandon smiles. Why, yes, I would be delighted. Thank you.

Mrs. Dorothy McDonald, the church secretary, greets the people with a sad smile as they enter the church hall, Thank you all for coming. I’m sure Reverend Philips would be pleased. The other ladies and I have prepared a lot of good food. Reverend Philips would have wanted us to celebrate his life rather than mourn his death.

Dorothy turns to Mary to ask a favor. Mrs. Hammet, would you do me a favor and take a plate of food to Charlie? Tell him that Reverend Philips would have wanted him to join us.

Brandon turns to Dorothy. May I take the plate to Charlie? I’ll be happy to do the honors.

Dorothy hands Brandon the plate and smiles. Bless you, son, and thank you. You’ve always been such a good boy. Brandon blushes as he takes the plate for Charlie.

Brandon finds Charlie sitting on a bench near the grave site, watching the gravediggers pile the last few shovels of dirt on the grave.

Brandon walks to where Charlie is sitting and offers him the plate of food. Here, Charlie, Reverend Philips would have wanted you to celebrate his life.

Charlie looks at the plate, then at Brandon. A-ho, thank you. In my tribe, we celebrate a life and not a death. I know the Great Spirit has taken my friend home. I will miss his friendship and his words to me.

Brandon bows his head, then looks at Charlie. Yes, he was my friend too, and I will miss our many talks together as well.

Jim and Mary Hammet are chatting with Dorothy when Brandon returns. Mary turns to Brandon. Brandon, when you have time, Jim and I would love to have you come out to dinner. I feel this is not the time to discuss the matter I wanted to speak to you about. We feel it would be better to talk over dinner.

Jim interjects, That’s right, son; besides, I make a real good tender rib steak, and my missus makes a great fresh-made apple pie.

Brandon smiles, rubbing his stomach. That works for me! Is there anything you want me to bring?

Mary smiles. Just bring a hearty appetite, oh, and if you don’t mind, would you also bring Mrs. McDonald out to the ranch as well?

Brandon smiles as he lovingly hugs Dorothy. Such a deal! A great dinner with good friends and a date with my favorite girlfriend.

Dorothy has an embarrassed look on her face as she looks at Brandon and blushes. Oh, go on with you! The small group chuckles at Dorothy’s blushing face and flustered speech.

Virginia Crowley, feigning jealousy, looks at Dorothy. Why, Ms. Dorothy, I’m jealous! It’s not every day a body can have a date with a handsome and charming fella like Brandon. Brandon blushes and is lost for words.

Dorothy blushes and laughs at Brandon. I suppose if times were different and I was a whole lot younger, I would be vying for his affections.

Jim Hammet smiles at Brandon. Ya gotta watch out for them thar wida women, son.

Brandon, still blushing, answers, Yeah, sometimes I open mouth, insert foot. Again, the group laughs as Brandon blushes.

Joann Whipple is sitting at one of the tables with her husband and sees the laughter. Look at ’em laughing, especially when the Reverend Philips’s body isn’t even cold in the ground! I can’t stand people who have no respect for the dead!

Patrick Whipple tries to calm Joann down. Yes, dear. I see what you mean. No respect for the dead at all.

Dorothy turns to Virginia Crowley. Thank you for your selections of hymns at the service, Virginia. I’m sure Reverend Philips would have been pleased. It never ceases to amaze me how you know which buttons you pull to get such a heavenly sound out of our new pipe organ.

Virginia smiles with a bit of conceit. Well, dear, it took a lot hard work learning to play the organ. Of course, I studied under Virgil Fox, the great pipe organist at the Riverside Church in New York.

Mary Hammet smiles at Virginia. Yes, dear, you really do have a talent for the organ, along with being a wonderful choir director.

Virginia smiles. Oh, thank you, dear. You are too kind.

Mrs. Dooley, a member of the choir, approaches Virginia. Mrs. Crowley, will we be having choir practice this evening? My girls and I still need to practice for next Sunday’s service.

Virginia smiles at Mrs. Dooley. I’m afraid not, my dear. I am so grieved at our loss. Perhaps we can get together in a few days. I am so heartbroken at Reverend Philips’s passing. Do forgive me.

Mrs. Dooley nods. Yes, Mrs. Crowley, I too feel the loss. I wonder who will be our new pastor?

Dorothy hears the conversation and joins in. Oh, Virginia, I’ve heard from the head office of the Methodist Church. They will be sending our new pastor in the next few days. I hope he will be able to fill the shoes of our late pastor.

Virginia looks at Dorothy for a few moments, then exclaims, No one will be able to fill the shoes of dear Reverend Philips. As a matter of fact, I doubt if the new minister could even come close.

Dorothy is shocked at Virginia’s remark and answers sweetly, But, Virginia, shouldn’t we give him a chance? I don’t believe we should count our eggs before they’re hatched.

Virginia sneers and answers Dorothy, Perhaps, my dear; but for now, I seriously don’t think anyone can measure up to Reverend Philips.

Dorothy smiles. Yes, but as they say, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.

Dorothy looks with gratification at the many members of the congregation who have come to pay their last respects to Reverend Philips. As time passes, many members of the congregation begin to leave for their respective homes. Dorothy begins to clean up the church hall and bid the members farewell as they leave.

Mary comes to Dorothy. Is there anything I can do to help, Dorothy?

Dorothy smiles and answers, Oh no, dear, Mrs. Dooley and the other ladies are helping me. God bless them. By the way, when would you like me to come to the ranch with Brandon?

Brandon comes to join the conversation. Did I hear someone mention my name?

Mary smiles at Brandon. Yes, Dorothy was wondering when we would like you two to come to dinner. How about next Saturday?

Dorothy nods with agreement, and Brandon answers, A team of horses couldn’t keep me from coming. Saturday sounds good to me! Well, it’s back to the old grind. Gotta go.

As Brandon leaves the church hall, he looks toward the churchyard to see Charlie walking around the grave site with smoking sage. Brandon walks up to Charlie with a look of concern. Charlie stops and explains to Brandon, It is the custom of my people to make a smoke offering to the Great Spirit and to bless the ground where our friends and family are buried. Is there a problem with my doing so?

Brandon looks at Charlie and answers, Not at all, my friend. I count your blessings with high regard. Thank you.

Charlie smiles. A-ho! You’re welcome, and many blessings to you, my son.

Brandon smiles. Thank you for your blessings, Charlie.

CHAPTER TWO

Sheriff Josh Tyler is a man not to be trifled with. He too is somewhat laid-back but takes his work very seriously. It is said that he knocked a raging bull out with one blow of his fist. Although he is a rather large man, he is what one would call a lean mean fighting machine. Sheriff Tyler was a member of the Special Forces. He has steel blue eyes and sandy hair and is about fifty years of age. One of Sheriff Tyler’s finer points is that he has a soft heart and a welcoming smile.

On this day, the sheriff gets a report of a bank robbery and that the perpetrators are headed toward Springdale. He alerts his deputies of the incident as Brandon comes into his office. Deputy Wild, there has been a robbery in Dyson County; and the bad guys are headed this way, so keep a sharp eye out!

Brandon shakes his head in disgust. When in hell are these bozos going to learn! It never ceases to amaze me!

The sheriff agrees and comments, Well, son, I suppose they’ll learn when hell freezes over. I’ve told Deputy Watkins to watch the bank, just in case those bums try anything here. Let’s go fight crime.

Back at the church, Dorothy is in the church office filing papers when a young man in his thirties knocks on the office door. Dorothy looks up to see who it is. Oh, please come in. How can I help you?

The young man smiles and answers, I’m Steve Matthews. I’ve been sent here to replace Reverend Philips.

Dorothy is surprised at his youthful appearance. Oh, Reverend Matthews, it’s so nice to meet you. Please come in.

Steve replies with a smile, You must be Dorothy. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you.

Dorothy blushes and answers, Thank you. I hope I’m worthy of what you have heard, Reverend.

Steve has a stern look on his face. Mrs. McDonald, let’s get one thing straight!

Dorothy looks at Steve with a surprised look as Steve continues, My friends call me Steve, just as the apostles called Jesus by his first name; so if you are my friend as I am yours, please call me Steve.

Dorothy stands with her mouth agape, then sputters a few words, Alrighty then, Steve it is. It will take some getting used to. I always called Reverend Philips Reverend.

Steve chuckles. Not to worry, Mrs. McDonald, or will it be Dorothy?

Dorothy smiles. Please call me Dorothy.

Dorothy takes Steve on a tour of the new church building and tells him of its history. The church was started in 1898. It was a small wood-frame building with a small steeple. Although our little church was in good repair, the congregation outgrew the little building. Three years ago, an anonymous donor heard of Reverend Philips’s desire to build a new church house. It was like a miracle. This donor gave Reverend Philips the money to build this great new church house, and that included new pews and a brand-new Aeolian-Skinner pipe organ. Aren’t the vaulted ceilings wonderful, Steve?

Steve looks with amazement. I must say, this church building is almost as big as a small cathedral.

Dorothy agrees. Yes, our old church house only held 150 people. This one will hold five hundred people comfortably.

Dorothy then takes him out to the well-kept churchyard. This churchyard was started when the old church house was built. My parents and great-grandparents are buried here.

Steve sees Charlie sitting on the ground under one of the stained glass windows with his wine bottle in a paper sack. Steve has a questioning look on his face. Who, may I ask, is that?

Dorothy looks lovingly at Charlie. He is Charlie Goodbear. He comes to sit with his wife and two children. They were killed in a car crash ten years ago. He comes to be with them, the poor soul. They’re buried over there, near where Charlie is sitting.

Dorothy takes Steve to where Reverend Philips was laid to rest. This was our dear Reverend Philips. He and Charlie were good friends, and he would come to try and comfort Charlie every day, rest his soul. I’ll tell you more when we go back into the office.

Back at the church office, Dorothy tells Steve about Charlie, then takes a set of keys out of her desk drawer. Steve, these are the keys to the parsonage. I’ve packed Reverend Philips’s belongings, which are in the garage. His family is coming from Oregon to pick them up. Reverend Philips’s daughter was here for his services but had to leave suddenly.

Steve takes the keys and remarks, Dorothy, you’re one of a kind, a real keeper.

Dorothy answers lovingly, That’s what my dear husband used to tell me, bless his soul.

Mrs. Dooley comes into the church office and is surprised to see Reverend Matthews. My stars, is this the new minister?

Steve smiles as he turns to greet Mrs. Dooley. Yes, I’m Steve Matthews, and who might you be?

Mrs. Dooley shyly answers, I’m Betty Dooley. I used to be Reverend Philips’s housekeeper.

Dorothy smiles at Betty. Would you be so kind as to take Steve, uh, Reverend Matthews and show him the parsonage?

Steve smiles as he looks at Betty and Dorothy. Mrs. Dooley, as I told Dorothy, my friends call me Steve. I hope you do the same.

Betty smiles. Thank you, Reverend Steve, I hope you don’t mind if I call you that.

Steve chuckles. Okeydokey, I don’t mind—that is, if you don’t mind me calling you Ms. Betty. Betty and Dorothy chuckle at Steve.

Betty explains her visit, I made some homemade chicken potpies for Dorothy and me, and I made an extra one just in case we had a visitor. Would you like to join us for lunch, Reverend Steve?

Dorothy interjects, Betty makes the best chicken potpies. They’re to die for. As a matter of fact, she has won several blue ribbons at the county fair.

Betty blushes shyly and remarks, Now, Dot, don’t go bragging on my cooking. You’re not so bad when it comes to your Texas-barbecued ribs. By the way, I’ll take some out of the freezer and put them in the microwave. I’m sure Reverend Steve would like to sample some.

Steve chuckles. Now, ladies, it sounds almost like a bribe. Fresh homemade chicken potpies and Texas barbecue! I’ll take it! I’ll take it! Between you two lovely ladies, I’m going to be spoiled rotten! Do you two suppose Charlie would like to join us?

Betty looks sad at that question and answers, Reverend Philips tried many times to invite him for a meal, but he doesn’t want to leave the churchyard. I’ve taken him out a plate of food on several occasions. He eats the food all right; but well, he’s just Charlie, the dear man.

Steve bows his head and sighs. Well, I’m ready for that treat you mentioned. Shall we go? I’m starved. After a cup of coffee and a two-hundred-mile drive, I feel as though I could eat a horse!

Patrick and Joann Whipple are in their store stocking shelves when Virginia Crowley comes in. Joann feigns politeness as she greets Virginia, Good morning, Mrs. Crowley, and how may I help you today?

Virginia smiles and returns the greeting. Yes, may I speak to Patrick for a moment?

Joann has a disgruntled look on her face. Uh, yes, just a moment. I’ll get him.

Joann goes back to where Patrick is opening a box of nails and whispers, That old crow Crowley wants to talk to you. I just can’t stand that woman!

Patrick grins and answers, Now, Joann dear, be nice.

Patrick walks to the counter where Virginia is browsing. Good morning, Mrs. Crowley, what can I do for you?

Virginia smiles. Good morning, Patrick, do you have any new sink faucets. My sink just sits there and drips all day long, and it’s driving me mad!

Patrick smiles. Why, yes, Mrs. Crowley, I have several to choose from. Come this way.

Joann scowls at Patrick as he and Virginia walk toward the back of the store.

Virginia and Patrick finally come back up to the counter. Both of them are giggling.

Joann looks miffed and gives a scowling look at Patrick. Did you find what you were looking for, Mrs. Crowley?

Virginia smiles. Yes, my dear, Patrick has shown me a few new faucets that I just adore. Here is the one I’ve chosen. How much is it?

Joann takes a catalogue from under the counter and looks up the price. That one is fifty dollars. Will that be cash or credit?

Virginia snidely answers, Well, dear, since I’m not the First National Bank, that will be on my credit card.

Patrick smiles at Virginia and asks, Will you be needing any help installing the faucet, Mrs. Crowley?

Virginia smiles at Patrick and answers, Oh no, you dear man. My nephew, Deputy Don Watkins, said he would do it for me, but thank you for asking. I hope to see you in church on Sunday. The new minister will be there, and I want to meet the dear man. Ta-ta for now.

Joann sneers at Patrick as Virginia leaves the store, WHAT were you two giggling about! If I hear of any hanky-panky between you two—!

Patrick interrupts, Hey, wait a minute! If I want to stay in business, I have to be cordial to everyone! You don’t have to act the part of the jealous wife, so cool it!

Joann begins to sniffle, Well, I can’t stand the thought of losing you. You know I do love you, don’t you?

Patrick pats Joann on the hand and answers, Now, pumpkin, you know I do love you. Don’t worry, my pet.

Joann grumbles, I just can’t stand that woman! She thinks she’s better than everyone!

Virginia walks toward the bank and sees her nephew, Deputy Don Watkins. There’s Auntie’s sweet baby. Are you working hard, Donnie?

Don looks up and shakes his head in disgust. Aunt Ginny, don’t do that in public! It doesn’t make me look good, ya know.

Virginia smiles lovingly. What am I going to do with you, dear boy? Don’t you know Auntie loves you?

Don has a look of defeat. Yes, Aunt Ginny, I know you love me. By the way, did you get that new faucet?

Virginia smiles as she answers, Why, yes, I did, you sweet boy. That dear man, Patrick Whipple, sold me a whole new faucet. He’s such a dear man. I really don’t understand what he sees in that… that woman he’s married to.

Don shakes his head. Now, Aunt Ginny, don’t go talking like that! It ain’t Christian-like.

Virginia sighs. I suppose not, sweetie. I just don’t know what came over me. Well, honey, Auntie has to finish her shopping. Ta-ta!

Don wags his head and whispers to himself, Sheesh! I wish that woman wouldn’t baby me like that! It makes a fella feel less than a man!

Back at the parsonage, lunch is finished. Dorothy and Betty clean the dishes and excuse themselves. Steve remarks about the lunch, Ladies, that was one of the finest meals I’ve ever eaten!

Dorothy answers, We’re glad you enjoyed it. Betty and I are off to go shopping. By the way, one of those keys I gave you opens the office door of the church.

Steve pulls the keys out of his pocket and asks, Which one is the office door key?

Dorothy points to a brass key on the ring. It’s that one there. The brass one.

Steve answers with a grin, Thank you, Dorothy, and thank you, Betty, for such a wondrous chicken potpie. You two are real angels. Betty and Dorothy chuckle as they leave the parsonage.

Steve is getting settled in and looks around the study. He finds a few books from the Methodist church and finds an odd little book called Father Francis. Steve thinks to himself. Hmm, Father Francis, that’s interesting. As Steve looks through the first few pages, he notices it is written by an American Indian. Steve whispers to himself, I hope this isn’t about how the Indians were used and abused by the clergy. Oh, I see, it’s about two boys in the fourteen hundreds. Sounds interesting. I think I’ll give it a go.

At the Hammet Ranch, Dr. Hammet sits at his desk reading a veterinarian’s journal when his phone rings. When he answers the phone, the voice on the other end speaks, Hi, Jim, this is Brad Wild. You know, Brandon’s dad.

Dr. Hammet replies, Oh yes, Brad, how are ya?

Brad’s voice sounds worried. I’m fine, Jim. The reason I called you is my prize milk cow is calving, and I think the calf is trying to come out backward. I was wondering if you had time to give me a hand?

Dr. Hammet answers, Sure, Brad, I’ll be right over.

Brad answers, Thanks, Doc, I’d appreciate it. See you when you get here. Bye.

Jim Hammet gets his medical bag and heads toward the Wild Ranch.

The Wild Ranch is a pristine place with neatly painted fences and green pastures. The house is a Spanish-style home with shade trees. The barn is red with white trim. Brad Wild has several ranch hands working for him who have loyalty to Brad. Brad is a hardworking individual who, like his son, is laid-back and congenial and takes things in stride.

Dr. Hammet pulls into the driveway of the ranch, past the house into the barnyard area. There he is met by Brad Wild. Howdy, Doc! Glad you could make it!

Jim gets out of his car and shakes Brad’s hand. Hi, Brad, long time no see! Where is that prize cow of yours?

Brad and Jim walk toward the barn. She’s right here, Doc. The poor old gal is having a rough go of it!

Jim looks at the poor cow and assesses the problem. Oh boy! This looks like a tough one. The first thing we need to do is get her on her feet.

Brad looks serious. Well, Doc, I hope we can save the calf as well as old Betsy. I’ll get a couple of hands to help us.

Jim shakes his head to the affirmative. Sounds like a good idea. I’m going to give Betsy a shot to ease the pain a bit.

Brandon arrives in his patrol car to have lunch with his father. He sees a couple of ranch hands running toward the barn and follows them. Brad sees Brandon and turns to talk to him, Hi, son. Home for lunch?

Brandon has an inquisitive look about him. What’s happening, Dad?

Brad walks back into the barn with Brandon following. Old Betsy is trying to deliver her calf backward. Doc Hammet here is going to see if he can turn the calf.

Jim turns and notices Brandon. Hi, lad! Out fighting crime again?

Brandon has a serious look. Yep! There were a couple of hoods who robbed a bank in Dyson County. From what I gather, they’re headed this way. Uncle Josh is having us deputies keep an eye out for the jerks. Since the highway passes the ranch, I thought I would come out this way and get me a bite to eat.

Brad smiles. How is that uncle of yours these days? I haven’t seen him since your ma passed away.

Brandon replies with a smile, He’s doing fine. Oh, he told me to tell you that you two need to get some fishing in and soon.

Brad chuckles. Oh good. Sounds like ole Josh is getting back to his old self again. He took it pretty hard when your ma died.

Brandon bows his head with a sad smile. Yeah, I miss Ma a lot. It’s been about a year since she’s been gone.

Brad looks lovingly at Brandon. "Yeah, I miss her too, son.

Brad quickly changes the subject. You tell that ornery uncle of yours to get his rod and reel. I’m ready when he is.

Brandon chuckles.

Brad has a worried look on his face. Well, Sonny Boy, you keep that sharp eye on those bums but don’t go getting yourself hurt.

Brandon smiles at Brad. Not to worry, Pop, I know I was born at night but not last night.

Jim chuckles as Brad looks at Brandon while shaking his head. I don’t know about you sometimes, son.

Brandon smiles at Brad. Well, I’m going to grab a bite to eat. See ya tonight.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning, all is quiet in Springdale. There was no sign of the bank robbers, but Josh Tyler kept his guard up, just in case they came to town. Brandon comes into the sheriff’s office to see if there was any word of the robbers and to relay the message his father gave him about the fishing trip. Hey, Uncle Josh, is there any word on those two jerks who held up the bank?

Josh looks up and smiles. Hey, Deputy Wild, nope, no sign of them devils. How’s my favorite nephew?

Brandon chuckles. I don’t know if anyone has ever told you, Unk, but I’m your only nephew. Say, Dad wants you to get your rod and reel out. He says he’s ready when you are. Josh chuckles about Brandon being his only nephew.

Josh looks at Brandon for a moment and smiles. Ya know, son, the more I see you, the more I see your mother in you. She caught the eye of many a young men in this town. God, she was beautiful.

Brandon smiles. Well, Unk, I guess that’s where I get my looks, eh?

Josh laughs. Well, your cousin Jerry ain’t a bad looker. When you two were younger, folks around here thought you guys were brothers. By the way, I got a letter from him yesterday. He says to tell you he’s coming home from school for spring break. He wants you and him to go white-water rafting when he gets home.

Brandon remarks, Sounds like a plan. I can’t wait ’til he gets here. Well, guess it’s time for me to go out and fight crime.

Josh admonishes Brandon, Keep a sharp eye out, kid, and be careful.

Brandon nods to the affirmative and leaves the office.

At the church office, Dorothy is making a pot of coffee and setting up Steve’s appointments for the day. Steve comes in with a smile on his face. Good morning, Dorothy. Ooh, do I smell a fresh pot of coffee?

Dorothy smiles as she turns toward Steve. Oh, good morning, Steve. Yes, would you like a cup?

Steve grins and answers, Bring it on! Sounds good to me.

Just then, Mrs. Dooley comes in with a small box of donuts. Good morning, Dorothy. Good morning, Reverend Steve. Would you like a donut to go with that coffee?

Dorothy smiles sweetly at Mrs. Dooley. Betty, you are a dear soul. I’ll trade you a cup of coffee for one.

Betty chuckles as she hands Dorothy the box of donuts. Dorothy brings Steve a cup of coffee and a saucer with a donut and sits them on his desk.

Steve looks out his window, which faces the churchyard, and sees Charlie. Does he come here every day? The poor old soul seems so sad.

Dorothy answers sadly, Yes, the poor man. I guess he can’t bear the loss of his wife and two sons. His wife used to sing in the choir. His two sons were barely in their teens when they were killed. They lived at the Hammet Ranch. I think they were related to the Hammets. Charlie was away working at the time. No one knew what he did for work. Anyway, Charlie’s wife and boys were on their way to town. It was foggy that day; and Laura, his wife, had just gotten onto the highway when they were struck by a semi. The poor woman never knew what hit her. Charlie blames himself for not being there for her and the boys. The poor soul has been coming here ever since they were buried.

Steve has a look of compassion as he sits at his desk, sipping his coffee. Betty looks at Steve and asks, Reverend Steve, would you like to go and meet Charlie? I’ll introduce you two.

Steve looks up at Betty. Sure, that’s if I won’t be intruding on his space.

Betty smiles sadly. No, I think Charlie would like to meet you.

Steve answers, Yes, I would like to meet him and get acquainted. Do you think Charlie would like some coffee and a donut?

Dorothy answers softly, I’ve offered him coffee from time to time, but he just smiles and refuses.

Betty and Steve walk out to the churchyard and find Charlie sitting next to the graves of his family, chanting the Apache death song. Charlie looks up to see Steve and Betty and stands up. Betty smiles at Charlie. Good morning, Mr. Goodbear. I want you to meet Reverend Steve. He’s our new pastor.

Charlie sadly smiles and greets Steve, A-ho, good to meet you, sir.

Steve shakes Charlie’s hand. I am honored to meet you. If you like, please call me Steve.

Charlie smiles. You can call me Charlie, if you wish.

Betty excuses herself and walks back to the church office as Steve and Charlie chat with each other.

Patrick and Joann are walking to their hardware store. They pass the churchyard and see Charlie and Steve standing by the grave of Reverend Philips. Joann is her usual self as she complains, Look! There is that stinking bum, Charlie!

As she glares at the two men standing in the churchyard, Brandon is in his patrol car passing by. Patrick sees Brandon and flags him down. Brandon stops the car and opens his window as Patrick and Joann walk around to speak to him. Joann has a scowl on her face as she begins to speak, Why don’t you throw that bum in jail! Every day he sits there next to the church and drinks whatever he has in that brown bag!

Patrick interjects, Yeah, for the past ten years, that guy has been sitting around the graveyard drinking his wine! Now I ain’t got anything against Injuns, but that guy looks like he’s going on a warpath or something! Why, with that big knife he has on his hip, he could be dangerous!

Brandon nods his head and answers, I’ll go have a talk with him. For what it’s worth to you, as long as the church has no problem with Charlie, there’s nothing I can do about it.

Joann sneers and retorts, Well, I personally will have a talk with the new pastor! We just can’t have that bum hanging around! I can’t stand him!

Brandon sighs as he looks at Joann and asks, Has that man personally done anything to you or your husband?

Joann is at a loss for words as she spits and sputters, Well… uh… not exactly, but he doesn’t make a body feel safe! Who knows, he just might hurt someone with that knife he’s packin’.

Brandon sighs and shakes his head. Well, I will have a chat with Charlie and whoever the new minister is. You two just leave him alone. I really don’t think Charlie is going to harm you. From what I see, the only one Charlie is going to hurt is himself.

Patrick and Joann walk away in a huff as Brandon steps out of his car and walks up to the two men. Steve sees Brandon and goes to meet him. Howdy, Sheriff, is there anything I can do for you?

Brandon looks at Charlie and then at Steve. Who might you be, sir?

Steve smiles. I’m the new pastor, Rev. Steve Matthews.

Brandon relaxes and smiles. Oh, I heard you were in town. Glad to meet you. I’m Brandon Wild, your local deputy. I was wondering, do you have any problem with Charlie being here?

Steve grins. No, not at all. Poor Charlie just comes to sit with his wife and two boys. They’re buried right over there. Steve points to the three graves near the church building.

Brandon looks toward the grave sites and remarks, Oh yeah, I remember them now. I was at their funeral. George and Tommy Goodbear were nice kids. We used to hang out together in school. They usually kept to themselves, but I guess I was one of the few guys they would talk to. The other kids would tease them about being Indian. So Charlie was their dad. Well, I see no problem here as long as it’s all right with you.

Steve smiles and shakes his head. No, no problem here. I’ve been chatting with Charlie; and although he may dress like an Indian, that guy is pretty intelligent. Like the old proverb goes, you can’t judge a book by its cover.

Brandon and Steve walk to where Charlie is standing. Brandon looks sadly at Charlie. Mr. Goodbear, I knew your two sons. I had no idea you were their father. We went to school together. Uh, I’m Brandon Wild.

Charlie looks at Brandon and smiles. A-ho, so you’re Brandon. My boys liked you and spoke many good words about you.

Brandon bows his head and blushes. Yeah, I thought they were pretty special too. I share your loss. I counted them as my friends.

Charlie smiles. It fills my heart with joy to know they had a good friend in you. Thank you. I saw you talking to the man and woman. Is there a problem with my being here?

Brandon smiles. No, not as far as I can see. Well, they were worried about you carrying your knife.

Charlie grins. It is the custom of my people to have knives. I suppose that is one right that hasn’t been taken away from us. This knife is a ceremonial knife. For now, I use it to cut fresh sage when I come to pray and make smoke offerings to the Great Spirit.

Brandon looks at Steve, then at Charlie. I understand, Mr. Goodbear.

Charlie smiles at Brandon. That’s okay, Brandon, you can continue calling me Charlie if you wish.

Brandon smiles and shakes Charlie’s hand. Thank you, Charlie. I hope we can have a lasting friendship.

Charlie smiles. A-ho, my son, we will.

Brandon turns to Steve. Well, I’m glad to have met you, Reverend.

Steve grins. Call me Steve. I hate formalities.

Brandon smiles. Okay, Steve it is! Well, I need to get back to the old grind. You two have a great day. Steve and Charlie wave to Brandon as he leaves the churchyard.

Steve turns to Charlie. Say, would you like to join me for lunch, Charlie?

Charlie sadly smiles, answering, Thank you, but no. I want to be with my family.

Steve smiles with compassion. I understand. I hear that you and Reverend Philips used to have chats once in a while. Would you mind if I came and chatted with you?

Charlie looks at Steve for a moment, then answers, No, I don’t mind. Reverend Tom and I used to sit and talk. Your company would be welcomed. Charlie places his right hand on Steve’s left shoulder, which is a sign of trust and friendship.

Steve smiles at Charlie with understanding. Well, I need to get back to the office. There are a few things I need to know, and Dorothy seems to be in the know about a lot of things.

Charlie smiles. A-ho, Ms. Dorothy is a good woman, so is Mrs. Dooley. Steve turns and walks toward his office, and Charlie goes to sit by the graves of his family.

Deputy Don Watkins, who lives with his aunt Virginia Crowley, brings her into town in his patrol car. Don parks near the bank, and Virginia gets out of the car. Thank you, you dear, sweet boy. Auntie needs to go shopping and stop by the bank. You needn’t worry about me, Donny. I must go to the church and see if the new minister arrived. I’ll be there a while because I must practice on the organ for next Sunday’s service.

Don cringes, then replies, Aunt Ginny, I hate it when you baby me like that! I wish you wouldn’t do that!

Virginia smiles. Now, sweetie, you know Auntie loves you. I must admit, you have grown into a handsome and charming man. If I weren’t your auntie, why, I suppose I would be vying for your affections.

Don rolls his eyes with disgust. Now you stop that, Aunt Ginny! What would folks think if they heard you talkin’ like that?

Virginia chuckles. Let them talk! Well, sweet boy, I must be off. Ta-ta.

Don shakes his head and whispers to himself, Not only off, but half-cracked to boot.

At the sheriff’s office, Brandon parks his car and starts to walk up the stairs. Two young ladies see Brandon and smile. One of them remarks, That Brandon Wild is so handsome. Just the very sight of him makes me want to swoon!

The other young lady giggles and then sighs. I don’t know about swooning. Just the very sight of him drives me wild! Why, I wouldn’t mind if he puts his boots under my bed!

Both young ladies giggle, which gets Brandon’s attention. He smiles and greets them, Good morning, ladies.

One of the young ladies smiles. Why, good morning, Deputy Wild. It is so nice to see you.

Brandon smiles. And it’s nice to see you too. Have a great day.

The two young ladies walk away, blushing and giggling.

Brandon smiles and shakes his head as he enters the building. Sheriff Tyler looks up to see Brandon. Any excitement, kid?

Brandon shakes his head slightly. Not really. Well, old man Whipple and his wife stopped me to complain about Charlie Goodbear. I used to go to school with his two boys. I always wondered why he would hang out at the churchyard. It never dawned on me that his wife and kids were buried there.

Josh shakes his head sadly. There is more to Charlie Goodbear than meets the eye.

Brandon looks questioningly at Josh. What do you mean, Unk?

Josh grins at Brandon. Well, there is nothing bad I can say about Charlie. We served in the Special Forces together during Desert Storm. Ole Charlie is one of a kind. He was a good soldier. I’ll tell you about it sometime.

Brandon changes the subject. Any news about the two birds who held up the bank in Dyson County?

Josh looks seriously at Brandon. Someone said they spotted the bums in Riverview. They say those guys are driving a white Ford van.

Brandon thinks for a moment. Well, Unk, I guess they’re still headed this way. Riverview isn’t too far from here.

Josh nods his head. I’ve alerted the other deputies to keep a watch for them. I told Don Watkins to stay by the bank. I want you to cruise around town just in case. You be careful and don’t get yourself hurt!

Brandon nods his head. Not to worry, Unk. Well, I best be getting out there. God only knows what can happen next. Oh, by the way, I had a chance to meet our new pastor this morning. He seems like a cool guy.

Josh smiles. Ah yes! I will have to go meet him; and if not today, I’ll meet him Sunday.

CHAPTER FOUR

That afternoon, Virginia comes into the church office. Dorothy greets her as she walks in, Hi, Virginia, how are you this afternoon?

Virginia smiles. Oh, I’m fine, Ms. Dorothy. I came to see if our new pastor has arrived.

Dorothy answers, He sure did. He’s in the parsonage having lunch. He should be here momentarily.

Virginia replies, Oh, that’s wonderful! Is he anything like Reverend Philips?

Dorothy smiles. Well, he seems friendly enough. He is young though.

Virginia sighs. Well, I hope he’s not one of those new age ministers.

Just then, Steve walks into the office. Dorothy smiles. Steve, this is Virginia Crowley, our organist. Virginia, meet Rev. Steve Matthews.

Virginia sees Steve and blushes. Why, Reverend Matthews, I am charmed. Just look at you. Why, you are handsome and charming.

Steve blushes. Er… I’m pleased to meet you, Mrs. Crowley. I hear you play wonderful hymns.

Virginia feigns modesty. Well, I don’t know about that. Don’t tell me Ms. Dorothy’s been braggin’ on me again.

Dorothy smiles. Well, Virginia, I only say that because it’s true.

Virginia blushes. Oh, go on, Ms. Dorothy.

Virginia turns to Steve, smiling. Reverend Matthews, is there any special hymn you would like to hear for Sunday’s service?

Steve thinks for a moment, then smiles. Well, there are two I favor. One of them is ‘Amazing Grace’ and the other is ‘A Mighty Fortress.’ Do you know them?

Virginia smiles. Oh, those are my favorites, Reverend. I’ll be more than happy to play them for you. Well, I must go and practice, you dear man.

As Virginia leaves the office, Steve gives her an inquisitive look. Dorothy chuckles when she sees Steve’s look. Don’t mind her, Steve. She’s harmless.

Steve grins. Whew, I sure hope so.

Dorothy chuckles, shaking her head. Mrs. Dooley comes into the office to speak to Dorothy. Hey, Dot, there are a few things I forgot to pick up at the store. Do you have time to walk with me?

Dorothy smiles. Sure, Betty, as a matter of fact, I must go by the bank to deposit some checks we received in the mail.

Steve smiles at Betty. Ms. Betty, that was a fine roasted chicken you made. If a fella doesn’t watch it, he could get fat.

Betty blushes and chuckles. From within the sanctuary, Virginia plays Amazing Grace, which brings tears to Betty’s eyes. Oh, I just love that song. That was my Burt’s favorite hymn. God rest his soul.

Dorothy smiles sweetly at Betty. We should be going, Betty. Let me put these checks in my purse, and let’s get started. Steve, will you be all right?

Steve smiles. I’ll be just fine.

Dorothy and Betty leave the office as Patrick and Joann meet them. Joann asks Dorothy, Is the new reverend in? I want to talk to him about that no-good bum, Charlie!

Dorothy answers sweetly, Yes, Mrs. Whipple, go right in.

As Patrick and Joann go into the office, Dorothy wags her head with a sigh. Steve gets up to greet the two disgruntled souls. Come in, I’m Rev. Steve Matthews. What can I do for you?

Joann answers, I’m Mrs. Whipple. This is my husband, Patrick. We’ve come to ask you what you’re going to do about that no-good bum who sits in the churchyard all day drinking his booze!

Steve is guarded as he answers, Are you two members of the congregation?

Joann retorts, Yes, we are, as a matter of fact! We support this church, and I just can’t stand seeing a bum hanging around the cemetery! What are you going to do about it?

Steve is annoyed at Joann and answers, Since I am new around here, for the moment, I don’t plan to do anything.

Joann is disgruntled. I don’t see why YOU refuse to do anything about it now! You should call the sheriff and have that bum removed!

Steve tries to explain to Joann, Well, my dear woman, there is no law prohibiting a person to mourn his loved ones, and I don’t plan to make one now.

Patrick grins at Joann as she continues, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

Steve looks directly into Joann’s eyes. I mean, my good woman, that Charlie Goodbear has a right to be where he is at this very moment! I mean that Charlie’s wife and sons are buried in the churchyard! I mean that that if it helps Charlie’s pain to drink whatever he drinks, he has my full permission! To sum it all up, my good woman, I mean it is none of your business!

Patrick’s and Joann’s mouths are agape at Steve’s remarks. Joann retorts, WELL, I NEVER! As far as I’m concerned, I am withdrawing my support for this church!

Steve offers his remarks. That is solely up to you, my good woman. I’m sure the church will not fall down if you leave. Now if you will excuse me, I have matters of greater importance to attend to.

Joann answers back, Reverend Philips would never have treated us like this!

Steve answers back, I’m sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Whipple. If I can remember correctly, I said I was Steve Matthews, not Reverend Philips. Your gifts to our church will not dictate how I run it. Good day.

Patrick and Joann leave in a huff as Virginia comes back into the office. "Well, I see you’ve met Witchy-poo. Why, that old woman is something else! You just as well know it. That… that woman