Leave The Girl Alone
From WritersBuild
Twenty miles north of the Mexican border in the central region of Arizona sits the town of Bisbee. The mining town of Tombstone is only a short ride to the west. Apart from some moderate success for the silver miners, nothing much else happens in that boring town. If you look hard from the high hills around town, at night you can see the fires burning at Fort Huachuca to the south. I spent the better part of ten years there in the Army chasing Apachees coming up from Mexico but that's not important. It's been about a year since the end of the war and people around here are so happy with Lincoln that we all hope he stays President for another 20 years!
Bisbee has the money. Tombstone has the rif raf and Fort Huachuca keeps us all in line. Those soldiers are always a welcome site. Not that it's particularly dangerous here but we like things quiet and are not too fond of strangers. That's why when Wacey rode into town Saturday last, he was marked for trouble.
Trouble was just what he was going to get. He did not know at this time what kind of trouble would await him. It was not just trouble from the Indians which lurked in all kinds of nooks and crannies the desert produced, but the worst kind of trouble, and one that is harder to battle than any other...trouble with one's own conscience.
While most cowboys were comfortable with hating indians and thinking of them, literally, as animals, Wacey was made from a different mold. Wacey was raised in the Wild West unlike many of the others coming from the North or East parts of the country. Wacey was used to indians and even had many as boyhood friends. A particular young female indian had always caught Wacey's young eye and made him feel pretty racey...at least, his heart felt that way at the sight of her. He will always remember Chingotcha, because she got him and held him captive...in Cupid's palace.
One day when Wacey was riding the range he was ambushed by several indians just outside of Bisbee. Wacey was one of the most athletic cowboys on the face of the earth. His broad shoulders and powerful arms were usually covered by a long sleeved shirt but you could not hide the fact that he had paid the dues to have an athletic physique. Little did the Huachucha tribe realize this rare cowboy could ride a horse like a gymnast and could bound from side to side with flips and jumps that only the best of indian riders could make.
Wacey was about as smart as he was athletic and he knew if he drew his Colt he could take out 2 or 3 but one of the remaining would surely shoot him and leave his body for the buzzards. He did not try to outrun them either. He knew how fast and well-trained the indian's horses were so he just sat on his mighty steed. It was an Apaloosa, which looked like what Joe Cartwright rode. In fact, Wacey shared several aspects to the young, handsome Joe Cartwright. Wacey knew he should just raise his hands so there was no doubt that he was there in peace. He also knew to look the indians straight in the eye with confidence and bravery or they would pick up on fear and weaknesses, neither of which Wacey had since childhood. After witnessing these athletic feats the indians had to learn more.
They brought him back to the reservation where there were many women and children as well. One particular young lady beamed her eyes at Wacey as if a lightening bolt had struck him. He too exchanged the powerful electric gaze. Call it static electricity but Wacey could feel a tingle go up his spine and this was not the bad kind of tingle. The braves noticed this and jealously and possessiveness consumed them. Little did they ever believe some cowboy would be interested in one of their tribe. Some of the squaws (a term which refers to fat, ugly female indians) in the tribe could not only see this magic between them but they too were attracted to the dashing, fit, and handsome stranger brought into their midst.
