Typical Day

Everyone thought Hazel would live out her life as an old housekeeper. She was far from beautiful and almost forty years of age. However, the sweetness of always having a positive attitude about things made up the difference. I suspected this was what captured Charlie.

In a joking manner, Moss, the owner of the town livery stable said, "If Charlie likes good cooking, then he is marrying a good thing. She is a lot better cook than beauty, but I suppose none of those traits matters."

At church on Sundays, we had substitute flowers in front of the podium. It was some of the ladies' job to gather wildflowers near Bryce's Canyon and since the fire destroyed them. It was Mrs. Sanders, insisted on calling sister Sanders' job to bring roses from her flower bed.

Old man Fletcher, who always sat on the front pew to hear, had to move four pews back because of an allergy. Roses made him sneeze, but soon got under control.
I like Pastor Reynolds sayings about God always made things right. The entire two thousand acres of the canyon had burned out and now come the blessings of fresh green grass shoots causing a good feeling for every rancher.

The following morning as I rode into town and stopped by Foster who had a telegram addressed to me. It was from my friend Sheriff Clark in an adjoining county. It was a warning saying I may have visitors coming through our area who were not of the best characters. He had not seen any wanted posters on the men, but it was no sign none existed.

I read the message twice and prayed silently they would pass us by and travel north toward Kansas or south toward Mexico but either way, Charlie Baxter or I were no match for any gun play. My only solution was carrying the double barrel shotgun with the hope of not using it.


Have been in Therapy, but determined to finish this for you who have faithful supported this saga
More to come after the first of year. Sending blessings to all.