Jacob's vindication and a new 'friend'
Jacob heard several voices coming down the hall. He looked at the clock and saw it was time fo rthe night shift to report. Three local police officers entered the room. One looked at Jacob and said, Didn't figure you would show today Blake. Jacob remained silent. Henry entered the room carrying two cups of coffee. He handed one to Jacob and took out a cigarette and lit it. One officer kept staring at Jacob. What do you think you're lookin' at, Jacob snapped? Just looking at your face so I can remember how you looked before O'Hara busted it up! All three men burst into laughter. Funny, real funny! Henry shot them a disgusted look. You know what really scares Jake and me? The fact that there's morons like you walking around carrying guns! One officer pointed his finger at Henry. Don't worry punk, O'Hara is going to clock both you and your girlfriend Blake! Henry's face turned blood red with anger. Just then Jacob caught a whiff of pipe tobacco. Moments later he heard several voices coming down the hall. Captain Jenkins entered the room, followed by the rest of the police officers and Marshals. O'Hara shot Jake a snide look as he took his seat. Captain Jenkins stood behind the podium. Tonight's assignments are going to be changed. I talked it over with the Chief and and we decided it would be better if assignments were rotated on a daily basis. Now, before we get started I think Jake has something he wants to say. Jacob stood and walked to the front table, turning to face the men. I know some of you think I shoot my mouth off a lot, especially my stories about growing up a cowboy. Officer Franklin, would you come up and give me a hand? Startled, Franklin walked to the front of the room, standing next to Jacob. Jacob handed him the old book, with several pages marked with slips of paper. Jacob told him to open the book to the first marked page. You notice the book is titled "Books of the Old West Gunfighters"? Pointing to a name , Jacob asked Franklin to read it. He took out a early production Model 1897 Winchester shotgun. The room went silent. Read the serial number next to the picture. Franklin read it and Jacob handed him the shotgun. Now, read the serial number on the gun. When Franklin read it, several of the officers looked at each other. Taking the shotgun from Franklin, Jacob laid it on the table. He reached into the bag and took out the old pistol case. Opening it, there were several murmerings when Jacob held it up. He was holding a beautifully engraved nickle plated bird's head Colt .45 with ivory grips. Turn to the next marked page and read the serial number next to the picture. Franklin read it and Jacob handed him the pistol. Now, read the serial number. As he read it, Captain Jenkins cracked a small smile. Franklin's mouth dropped open. Taking the pistol Jacob layed it next to the shotgun. Picking up the wrapped photograph, Jacob unwrapped it slowly, a small grin appearing. Holding it up, he said, all of you Marshals who were at the swearing in can recognize my parents. This was taken when I was a kid in Wyoming, but you can recognize my parents, although they were a lot younger. Jacob's finger pointed to his Father. This is my Dad, Jacob, then he pointed to Sarah. This is my Mom, Sarah. The well dressed gent next to her is Cap't Daniel Roberts, a highly decorated Civil War veteran, and next to him the wiry looking fellow is Skeeter Bill Howard. One of the officers sitting at the front table pointed to a woman. Who's the tall woman with the long black hair? She's a real knock-out! That's Roselea, my Grandmother's best friend. Everybody said she was the prettiest woman in town. Jacob pointed next to a young girl. That's Roselea's daughter, Carmen. The kid next to her is me, of course. Jacob put his finger next to his Grandmother's face next. This is my Grandmother Katie, who not only ran the town's newspaper, but wrote tons of books on the Old West. Jacob paused and looked out into th ecrowd. Everybody was sitting on the edge of their chairs, looking intensly at him. Jacob moved his finger to the last remaining person. This is...this...Jacob heard his voice crack, and his eyes were misting. Even in his 'town' clothes Jacob's Grandfather Buck cast a impressive figure. There was a special bond between Grandfather and Grandson. Jacob stood there, unable to move or speak. Captain Jenkins walked over and took the picture from Jacob. I'll tell you who this is, he's one of the toughest men whoever rode the Old West. He's Jake's Grandfather Buck, one of the most feared bounth hunters who ever lived, and in his later years a legendary town sheriff. I ought ot know, because I was there the day he gunned down Mad Dog Miller, one of the most violent criminals of the time. There were several gasps in the room. Jacob looked at Captain Jenkins, stunned. You knew my Grandfather?