{"id":12736,"date":"2003-03-23T07:45:07","date_gmt":"2003-03-23T12:45:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12736"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:06:47","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:06:47","slug":"echoes-of-twilight-by-ginnyf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12736","title":{"rendered":"Echoes of Twilight (by GinnyF)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0 <\/strong>A What Happened Next for \u201cTwilight Town\u201d<\/p>\n

Rating:\u00a0 K+\u00a0 (2,575 words)<\/p>\n

(AUTHOR\u2019S NOTE:\u00a0 I have altered a few things as to the way they were in the episode and took the liberty of adding an incident that was not in the episode at all)<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Echoes of Twilight<\/strong><\/p>\n

Joe Cartwright sat in the rocking chair on the porch drinking in the cool night air that flowed down from the surrounding mountains. Except for the late summer night sounds of tree frogs and crickets all was silent.\u00a0 An occasional “hoot” was added from the old owl that had taken up residence in one of the tall pines in the ranch house yard.\u00a0 \u00a0Behind him, the house was dark. It was 2:00 in the morning and everyone else was sound asleep.<\/p>\n

Joe had awoken just as the grandfather clock by the front door sounded the last strokes of midnight. Unable to go back to sleep and craving fresh air he had thrown on a pair of pants and shirt and made his way barefoot downstairs through the dark house and outside.<\/p>\n

Now he sat breathing deeply of the clear pine-scented air.\u00a0 His thoughts drifted back to his recent stay in the town of Martinsville, and the mysterious events surrounding that stay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He had been on his way home with $2,000.00 from the sale of cattle in his saddlebags.<\/p>\n

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**********<\/p>\n

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\u00a0Stopping to aid a man he had encountered lying in the trail, the man had rewarded Joe for his help by hitting him over the head and stealing Cochise. \u00a0He had trudged hatless, for what seemed hours through the Nevada desert.\u00a0 Spent, he had fallen flat on his face in the baking sand.\u00a0 Forcing himself to rise, his gaze fell upon a welcome sight, a town shimmering in the distance. He almost cried with relief as he forced himself to his feet.\u00a0 Joe couldn\u2019t recall a town being in this god-forsaken wasteland and was half afraid it was a mirage, appearing as it did out of the dust and haze. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Staggering into the edge of town his relief that is was no mirage turned to dread as he took in the tumbled-down buildings and empty street.\u00a0 At the edge of panic, his gut-wrenching scream of \u201cNooooo!\u201d echoed through the deserted town. .\u00a0 The relentless sun seemed to explode to enveloped him and he passed out.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Joe blinked his eyes open and caught a glimpse of the feet of the crowd that had gathered silently around him.\u00a0 \u00a0He hardly had time to wonder at the sight when unconsciousness claimed him again.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

**********<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Slowly waking, Joe\u2019s hand tentatively went to his head in search of the source of the cool wetness he felt there.\u00a0 He pulled off the damp washcloth that he found and looked at it in puzzlement.\u00a0\u00a0 Realizing that he was lying in a bed, he looked around the small bedroom that was slowly coming into focus.\u00a0 \u00a0Sitting beside the bed was a girl around his own age with red-gold hair and eyes as green as his own.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

She said that her name was Louise Korman and that the bedroom he was in was part of the living quarters behind her father\u2019s store in the town of Martinsville.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe looked around the room bewilderedly. \u201cBut there was nothing here when I came. Nothing.\u00a0 This town was deserted.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

He grabbed her arm as she walked toward the bed.\u00a0 At the startled look on her face, he sheepishly let go. \u201cI\u2019m sorry; I just had to know about you, about the whole town\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe whole town was at a funeral\u201d, the girl explained.\u00a0 \u201cWe were burying our sheriff.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe, still in a daze, insisted that the town was deserted when he arrived.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe sun can do strange things to a man\u2019s head, Mr. Cartwright.\u00a0 You should rest.\u201d\u00a0 Louise\u2019s voice was soothing and her smile dazzling.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe reluctantly complied, knowing that she was right. He hoped that a good night\u2019s sleep would help him make some sense of what was happening.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

***********<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Over the next few days the people of Martinsville seemingly couldn\u2019t do enough for Joe.\u00a0 As he recuperated, the ladies of the town plied him with soup and the men stopped in often to talk and play cards.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

There was a strange incident, however, when he glanced at the open window and saw a dark-haired women leaning on the sill staring at him.\u00a0 Startled, Joe looked away.\u00a0 When he looked back again she had vanished.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

The next day on a walk around the town with Louise, they encountered the woman that Joe saw at the window.\u00a0 Louise introduced her as Mrs. Obreon, their late sheriff\u2019s widow.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s polite \u201cPleased to meet you\u201d was countered with an unsettling tirade.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be pleased to meet me; don\u2019t be pleased at anything that happens in this place.\u00a0 Leave this town while you still can.\u00a0 Tell him, Miss Korman, or don\u2019t you know what these people are planning.\u00a0 They are going to kill you just like they killed my husband.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Louise hustled Joe away, \u201cEver since her husband died, she\u2019s been imagining all sorts of things.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

************<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Their encounter with the widow came back full force to Joe on the day he was ready to leave Martinsville, and found that he couldn\u2019t.\u00a0 There was not a horse in town.\u00a0 The Matthews gang had taken them all the day they killed the sheriff and had been keeping the towns people virtual prisoners.\u00a0 Even more shocking to Joe, he was told that even if there were any horses, no one would loan him one or even sell him one to ride out on.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Matthews and his gang were expected back any day.\u00a0 The citizens of Martinsville were under no allusions as to what their fate would be on the gang\u2019s return.\u00a0 They wanted Joe to pin on the sheriff\u2019s badge and lead them in a stand against Matthews.\u00a0 He argued that he was too young and inexperienced for the offered job.\u00a0 They insisted his youthful idealism and courage was what was needed.<\/em><\/p>\n

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**********<\/p>\n

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Joe left the rocker and paced the porch, unheeding of the chilly boards against his bare feet, as his mind drifted back to the events leading up to his agreeing to help rid Martinsville of the threat of Matthews and his gang.<\/p>\n

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**********<\/p>\n

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Needing to think about the nightmare he found himself in, Joe sought solitude in the empty livery stable.\u00a0 As he sat on a hay bale, lost in thought, he did not hear the creak of the door as it opened or the soft footsteps that approached.\u00a0 \u00a0He was startled to feel a pair of hands on his shoulders.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe stood and turned, and was not surprised when he came face to face with Louise.\u00a0 Her troubled green-eyed gaze reflected in his green eyes.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, I\u2019m sorry.\u00a0 We weren\u2019t honest with you.\u00a0 We did try to trick you.\u00a0 \u00a0But we\u2019re desperate.\u00a0 You don\u2019t know how desperate.\u00a0 My father and the other men realize that they are partly to blame by not standing up to Matthews.\u00a0 They\u2019re ready to stand up to him know.\u00a0 But they can\u2019t do it alone.\u00a0 They need someone who isn\u2019t intimidated by Matthews.\u00a0 You\u2019re a godsend, stumbling in here like you did.\u00a0 It\u2019s as if you were meant to be here now.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cFelix Matthews wants me, Joe.\u00a0 I\u2019ve managed to hold him off, but this time when he comes back I\u2019ll be his just like everything else in this town.\u201d\u00a0 \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe took Louise in his arms and tilted her face up to look into her tear filled eyes.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThey should have asked me, Louise.\u00a0 Laid it out man to man.\u00a0 I\u2019ll do it.\u00a0 But I\u2019m only doing it for you.\u00a0 The thought of Matthews touching you\u2026\u2026\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, it can\u2019t be just for me.\u00a0 It has to be for the whole town or it will be for nothing.\u00a0 Say you\u2019ll do it for the town.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right.\u00a0 I don\u2019t understand, but if it\u2019s that important to you.\u00a0 I\u2019ll do it for the town.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe tightened his arms around Louise and bending his head to hers gently grazed her lips with his.\u00a0 Louise responded, but then broke away.\u00a0 Taking Joe by the hand, she silently led him to the ladder to the hayloft.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

************<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Louise\u2019s lips again found his and Joe hungrily responded, pulling her down onto the hay-covered floor.\u00a0 Undoing the silver hairclip from her hair, Joe buried his face in its lilac-scented softness and his fingers eagerly sought the buttons on her dress, while Louise slowly unbuttoned his shirt.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

The only sound in the darkening, stuffy hayloft was Joe\u2019s ragged breathing and Louise\u2019s soft murmuring of his name.\u00a0 All doubts vanished like dew on a hot morning at the touch of Louise\u2019s cool hands on his body, and Joe knew at that moment that he would do anything Louise asked of him.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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***********<\/p>\n

Staring into the darkness surrounding the ranch house, Joe knew now what had woke him.\u00a0 He had heard \u201cJoe\u201d whispered in the darkness of his room.\u00a0 The soft echo of a whisper, as Louise had breathed his name as they lay intertwined in the dusk of the hayloft.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe dropped into the rocking chair and huddled there as if in pain, physically aching for the feel of Louise in his arms.\u00a0 Not wanting to believe that he would never hold her again.\u00a0 Not wanting to believe what his father had told him as he sat propped against that boulder, dazed and confused, after the shootout with the Matthews gang.<\/p>\n

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***********<\/p>\n

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Joe, Mr. Korman and the few other men from Martinsville who hadn\u2019t backed out, had stormed the rocks where the gang had sheltered.\u00a0 They had stormed the rocks and been cut down.\u00a0 Joe had faced Matthews and had felt 3 bullets slam into his belly.\u00a0 But there he was, hot, tired, dirty, and very confused but alive and unhurt except for a throbbing headache.\u00a0 And most miraculously, his father was there cradling his head and holding a canteen to mouth.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe drank eagerly till his father took the canteen away, \u201cJoe, take it easy, son, before you get sick.\u00a0 You can have more in a little bit\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Squinting his eyes against the glare of the sun, he looked around dazedly.\u00a0 Not only was Pa there but Adam and Hoss as well, and they had Cochise with them.\u00a0 A lone man lay dead, sprawled in the dirt, the man who had stolen Cochise.\u00a0 There was no sign of Felix Matthews, his gang or the small group of men from Martinsville.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Adam had checked Cochise\u2019s saddlebag.\u00a0 Every cent of the money Joe had received from the sale of the cattle was still there.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe told them that he wasn\u2019t alone.\u00a0 There had been several men from Martinsville there also.\u00a0 Where were they?\u00a0 What had become of the Matthews gang?\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

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His father had told him that there couldn\u2019t have been anyone from Martinsville.\u00a0 It was a ghost town.\u00a0 It had been a ghost town for years.\u00a0 That there was even a legend connected with the town.\u00a0 That after the cowardly townsmen had let the sheriff get killed without coming to his aid, his widow put a curse on the town.\u00a0 All the citizens were doomed to walk the streets of Martinsville for all eternity until someone came along who was foolish enough or brave enough to risk his life for them.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0Pa tried to tell a very confused Joe that after being hit on the head and trekking hatless across the desert like he had, it was no wonder he was imagining things.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Joe, upset, turned his head away from his father.\u00a0 Ben tenderly took his son\u2019s chin in his hand and turned his head to look into his eyes.\u00a0 \u201cJoe, if a man knows something deep in his heart, just knows it, he doesn\u2019t have to argue about it, he doesn\u2019t have to prove it, just knowing it is enough.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Ben helped Joe to his feet and settled his hat, that they had found while on his trail, on his head.\u00a0 Joe climbed gratefully onto Cochise.\u00a0 They started to head out, but Joe turned Cochise in the direction of Martinsville and was off at a gallop.\u00a0 When his father and brothers caught up with him, he was sitting there staring at Martinsville as he first saw it, tumble-down and deserted.\u00a0 Joe fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the Martinsville sheriff\u2019s badge that he had put there when pressed by the men to accept it, not wanting to pin it on.\u00a0 After one last puzzled look at it, he dropped in into the dust of Martinsville, then turned Cochise\u2019s head around and silently followed his family as they started for home.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

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***********<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Joe absently rocked the chair back and forth as he tried to sort it out in his mind.\u00a0 He had been in Martinsville for several days and it had been full of people. He had held Louise in his arms.\u00a0 Her lips against his had been warm and real as had been her smooth lithe body in the darkness of the hayloft.\u00a0 How could that have been a hallucination? \u00a0\u00a0The lilac scent of her soft red-gold hair was still so strong in his memory that it was in his nostrils when he had woken a little while ago.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And how to explain the fact that if he hadn’t been taken in by the people of Martinsville, he would have been long dead. He could not have survived for that many days in the desert without water. That was one question that his father or brothers couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n

The clear cool air was helping somewhat. Joe remembered what Pa had told him at the time about knowing something deep in his heart. Joe did know down deep in his heart that, at least for a little while, Martinsville was alive, and that Louise was alive and warm and oh, so appealing, and his. He knew this, with all his heart, even though his head told him it was impossible.\u00a0 He would stop trying to rationalize it and just let it be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Feeling more at peace with himself than at any time since coming home from Martinsville, Joe smiled to himself, yawned and stretched like a contented cat.\u00a0 It was hours yet to daylight.\u00a0 His mind at ease, he could finish what was left of the night sleeping soundly without the jumbled thoughts and vague feelings of unease that had plagued him.<\/p>\n

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**********<\/p>\n

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Joe entered his room and sleepily made his way to his bed.\u00a0 Moonlight streamed into the open window and cast a patch of light on the bedspread. Otherwise the room was dark. Joe stopped abruptly and looked around uneasily. He had lit the lamp on his dresser when he woke up earlier and he could have sworn he had left it burning when he went downstairs.\u00a0 Joe nervously ran his fingers through his tousled curls as his nose twitched at the faint smell of lilacs that permeated the air.\u00a0 The same scent that he had smelled upon awakening, but thought was the remnant of a dream.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He looked anxiously around as he crossed the room to the dresser to relight the lamp there.\u00a0 He stopped when his eye was caught by two objects glinting in the patch of moonlight on his bed. \u00a0\u00a0Forgetting about the lamp, he dropped to the bed and hesitantly took the silver hairclip and the other object in his hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The moonlight was bright enough that Joe could make out the words engraved on the highly polished surface of the silver star: \u201cSheriff\u201d \u201cMartinsville\u201d.<\/p>\n

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*****The End*****<\/p>\n

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Summary:\u00a0 A What Happened Next for \u201cTwilight Town\u201d<\/p>\n

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