Kid Turner
By C.T. Baker
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Josh, a kid of not yet 12 years, becomes - and continues to be - the talk of the town of Willis, Colorado, when he rides into town leading a string of twenty Indian ponies and forty or fifty head of horses and mules, and, most shocking, with several Indian scalps dangling from the pony manes and one from a lance that the boy is holding. Sheriff Dodson decides to get to the core of the drama and soon the orphan boy also finds his way to the hearts of the Sheriff and his wife. The people of Willis, however, finds it hard to accept Josh, never forgetting his dramatic entry...
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Kid Turner - C.T. Baker
The characters and places in this short story are purely fictional.
CHAPTER 1
It must have been some sight for the good citizens of Willis, Colorado to behold, seeing a boy of not yet twelve years of age to come riding up their main street leading a string of twenty Indian ponies with about forty to fifty head of horses and mules following in his wake.
People stopped along both sides of the street to gawk at the gangly kid, his clothes filthy hanging in tatters of his gaunt frame. But what really caught their eyes was the black scalps that dangled from an Indian's lance the boy held in his hand as he rode along. Then they saw the various colors of scalps that hung from the Indian ponies manes, whispers began to be muttered by the people along the street of how savage this lad must be.
One man was noted to say, Why this lad must be touched in the head. Why, he must be as savage if not more so than any red heathen ever thought to be.
That man had never watched his family or others murdered, raped, and mutilated right before his eyes. Most of the women and children were brutally scalped alive, all the while begging for their lives. Something that I would always remember for the rest of my life.
I was passing one of the buildings when a man with a star pinned on his vest stepped out in the street directly in front of the pony I was riding and held up his hand for me to stop.
In the silence that proceeded sweat popped out on my forehead and trickled down my cheeks, but I didn't move. I looked this big man with the star straight in the eyes.
Finally he spoke for the first time and asked, Did you do all this?
When I nodded, he mumbled under his breath something that sounded like,
Son-of-a-gun, he must have had a good reason.
Then the big man let out his breath. Looking around the sheriff wiped his big callused hand over his whiskered jaw and said, Son, why don't you get down off that pony and come on into my office where we can talk this through.
The sheriff motioned for his deputy to take the string of ponies and the other stock to the corrals behind his office. Something must have registered in my face because he looked at me and said, He's just going to put them in the corral out back for safe keeping while me and you kind of sort through all this, so I can get a picture of what all happened out there in my mind. Then he sort of grunted to himself and shook his head saying,
It's not every day you know we get a toe headed kid come waltzing down out main street leading a string of Indian ponies altogether with scalps dangling from their manes."
I slipped from the pony's back and almost fell. It took a moment or two for the circulation to return to my legs.
The sheriff stepped back a step or two quickly, his big hand going to cover his nose. Let my deputy take that lance too.
I jutted out my hand offering the scalp laden lance to the man that was to take care of my ponies, but by the look on his face I could tell that he really didn't want no part of my trophies. The man looked back at the sheriff and only took the lance gingerly when the sheriff told him to go ahead and take it.
Say son, do you have anything against soap and water?
The sheriff said still holding his distance.
Nope,
I said, I guess I ain't seen much of it lately. Ma used to make me wash at least once a week. She always said that cleanliness is next to Godliness.
I hung my head trying to remember Ma in a memorial way. Not the way I had last seen her at the wagon train when those savages, sons-of-a-red devils, came onto us in the middle of the night screaming their blood curdling screams.
Good
the sheriff said. Let's go on over to my house and get Sara, my wife, to heat up some water.
Hell, he needed to get this kid off the street, and away from all these prying eyes, and hopefully one tub of hot soapy water would be enough to get most of the stink off of him. These folks meant well but all their staring eyes and muttered whispers were beginning to make this boy nervous. Hell, they were all making him a might edgy and nervous too. Anyway Sara would know what to do and how to do it. He could always count on his wife at a time like this.
The house the sheriff lived in was a white frame house, with a white picket fence, and all sorts of flowers all the way around it.
Sara,
the sheriff called out from the back porch.
Robert, is that you? What on earth are you doing home at this time of day?
When she stepped to the back door, her hands flew to her mouth. Robert was standing there with his hands on the shoulders of a skinny boy, his clothes all but falling off and then an offensive odor drifted passed her nose. She couldn't help it, but the boy's body odor mixed with whatever else was strong, to say the least.
Robert Dodson, you get that tub down from the side of the house and put some cold water in it. I'll be heating some water on the stove. This boy is not coming into my house smelling like that,
Sara stated with a hard glare at her husband. He may be the sheriff of this town, but she was the ruler of this house.
Sheriff Dodson obeyed his wife and put the wooden washtub on the back porch and filled it about half full of water. Then hung some blankets around some of the porch's open areas, affording a bit of privacy.
When the hot water arrived, Sheriff Dodson took my old clothes and threw them into the burn pile where he burned trash. I wanted to protest, but even I figured that those clothes couldn't withstand a washing and they