{"id":3181,"date":"2011-04-25T00:03:06","date_gmt":"2011-04-25T04:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3181"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:23:28","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:23:28","slug":"the-trail-series-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3181","title":{"rendered":"The Trail Series #3 – The Bandit (by Fozrulz)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0The Bandit. \u00a0<\/span>Third in the trail series.<\/p>\n

Rated:<\/span>\u00a0K+ (3,230 words)
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The Trail Series:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Trail Series #1<\/a>
\nThe Trail Series #2<\/a>
\nThe Trail Series #3<\/a>
\nThe Trail Series #4<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe, Ellie and Clay are still on the trail. This story can be read on its own. It\u2019s Clay\u2019s turn to tell a story of his childhood.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Joe and Ellie were yawning,<\/strong> it had been a long day on the trail. They were on their way to Stockton for a horse buying trip. Joe was still laid out on his bedroll belly down recovering from a run in with a cactus. As the night drew on, Ellie and Joe had been telling Clay stories from when they were younger.<\/p>\n

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Clay was still laughing about the last story. He noticed his brother and sister were yawning. \u201cOk, you two,\u201d he chuckled, \u201ctime to get some shut eye.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAw, Clay I ain\u2019t tired.\u201d whined Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay grinned at his younger brother and sister. This was his first trip being in charge of the two on his own. Joe was 18 and Ellie was 13, but he felt like they were still little and he was in charge. \u201cNo, come on, Joe, it\u2019s a long hard day on the trail tomorrow. You\u2019re going to have enough trouble staying in the saddle with a sore behind. You need to get some sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cJeez Clay, I\u2019m not a little kid.\u201d whined Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay was tired as well. He was in no mood to put up with sass from Joe. He didn\u2019t care if he was 18 or not. \u201cJoe, I\u2019m telling you, I\u2019m going to make your behind more sore than it is now, if you don\u2019t turn in.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cBossy,\u201d muttered Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYep, and if you don\u2019t do what I tell you, not only will your behind be sore, but I\u2019ll tell Pa and this will be the last trip you get to take with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Trying to be the peace maker, Ellie interjected, \u201cHeh Clay, can you tell us a story about when you were younger? We promise we\u2019ll go right to sleep then, right Joe.\u201d she said toeing her brother.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYeah, ok,\u201d muttered Joe as he stretched out to try and make himself more comfortable. He winced as he turned on his side, but finally found a comfortable place.<\/p>\n

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Clay smiled. He missed growing up with these two. He imagined he would have been telling them stories to get them to sleep his whole life, only Hoss would have been part of the mix, too. \u201cOk one story and then to bed, got it?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cGot it.\u201d agreed Ellie. Ellie got her bed roll and looked around. She was a little nervous, never having slept on the trail without Papa or Adam. \u201cHeh Joe, can I be right next to you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe grimaced, \u201cSissy, I\u2019m awful sore, if you roll into me, it\u2019s going to hurt something powerful.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ellie looked down, \u201cOh, I didn\u2019t think about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay interceded, \u201cCome here Ellie, lie down next to me. You can be between me and Joe, but we\u2019ll give Joe plenty of room.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ellie unrolled her bed and much to Clay and Joe\u2019s surprise, her stuffed monkey, Mooch, was in there. She was kind of embarrassed. She looked at them, \u201cI needed something from home.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe looked at her funny. Clay said, \u201cWe aren\u2019t saying a word, are we Joe?\u201d Clay gave Joe a hard stare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNope, not a word.\u201d smiled Joe. \u201cYou don\u2019t say nothing about the cactus and my butt and I won\u2019t say nothing about Mooch.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ellie just looked at him and stuck her tongue out at him. She turned to lay down when she felt a hard swat to her behind. \u201cOww\u201d she said, rubbing her behind, \u201cwhat\u2019d you do that for?\u201d she asked Clay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBecause, Pa\u2019d of done the same if he was here. You know better.\u201d Clay said laughing. \u201cI\u2019ll swat your behind all the way to Stockton if you don\u2019t behave.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ellie just glared on him, but settled down on her bedroll with Mooch.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay eyed her, \u201cWhat\u2019s with Mooch anyway? What kind of name is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll tell you the story some day.\u201d she said. \u201cBut you promised a story, so it\u2019s your turn.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay settled in and started, \u201cI was about 10 and living with my grandparents\u2026..\u201d He remembered it like it happened yesterday.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCLAYTON JAMES STAFFORD!!\u201d Clay heard his grandfather bellow. He knew he was in for it now. When is grandfather used is whole name, he may as well get a pillow and plan on sitting on that pillow for a goodly number of days. Clay raced down the stairs from his bedroom. He practically ran right into his grandfather on the stairs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir?\u201d Clay asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s my pocket watch?\u201d his grandfather asked grabbing Clay by the arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour pocket watch, sir?\u201d asked Clay dumbfounded. He had no earthly idea where the pocket watch was.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, young man, my gold pocket watch.\u201d his grandfather ground out. His grandfather had caught Clay earlier in the week looking at the gold pocket watch in his grandparent\u2019s bedroom. He was forbidden to be in his grandparent\u2019s bedroom. He was also forbidden to touch things that didn\u2019t belong to him. His grandfather, James Stafford was a harsh and unyielding man. Stafford was quick with a strap and Clay didn\u2019t sit too comfortable for a couple of days. His grandmother, Ann was the most wonderful, kind hearted woman. As an adult, Clay would look back and wonder how is grandmother put up with his grandfather.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know , sir.\u201d Clay pleaded. \u201cI really don\u2019t know, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stafford still had Clay by the arm. \u201cI want my watch back now, boy!\u201d Stafford said menacingly as he shook Clay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Just then, Clay\u2019s grandmother came to the bottom of the stairs. Clay breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he was going to escape a strapping. He really didn\u2019t know where the watch was. \u201cJames, darling, maybe the boy didn\u2019t take, maybe you just misplaced it. After all, after being punished for just looking at it, I don\u2019t think the boy would take it. You didn\u2019t take it did you son?\u201d she smiled turning toward Clay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo ma\u2019am. No ma\u2019am. I didn\u2019t take it. Honest Grandmother, honest Grandfather, I didn\u2019t take it.\u201d Clay begged the tears in his eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stafford shook Clay\u2019s arm as he let go of the boy. \u201cIf I found out you took that watch, I\u2019ll whip you twice as hard.\u201d he said threateningly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay just looked at his grandfather, \u201cYes, sir.\u201d he swallowed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ann Stafford nodded to her grandson. \u201cGo on up to your room and finish your homework, Clay.\u201d she said gently as she grabbed her husband\u2019s arm to lead him down the stairs and into the parlor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes ma\u2019am,\u201d said Clay grateful for the escape. The rest of the day passed uneventful. There was no mention made of the watch. Clay was on his very best behavior.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The next day, Clay was about to leave for school. He had forgotten his books. He raced back up the stairs and into his room. He thought he heard a noise in his room as he entered. He looked around his room. His bed was made, his window was open with the curtain flying in the morning breeze. Everything looked like it was in place. He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his desk. He started to pick up his books, when he noticed his weekly allowance quarter wasn\u2019t sitting on his desk. He thought to himself, that\u2019s strange. I\u2019m just sure I left it there. He started to look for it, when he heard his grandfather bellow, \u201cClay, time to get to school.\u201d Clay knew better than to make his grandfather wait even one second longer than necessary. Clay grabbed his books and headed out, calling. \u201cComing, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The missing quarter and the missing pocket watch completely forgotten, Clay bound in the house after school. He was in the best mood. He\u2019d gotten a good grade on history test and his best friend Jeff asked him to go fishing on Saturday. He knew with the good grade on his test, Grandfather would give him permission. He was so excited as he entered the house until he walked in and saw his grandmother frowning at him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cClay?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am?\u201d he asked warily. He wasn\u2019t sure what he had done to earn a disapproving stair from his grandmother. She rarely got angry at him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cClay, do you know my silver brooch with the rubies in it?\u201d she asked tapping her foot.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes ma\u2019am, the one shaped like a hummingbird?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s the one. Do you know where it is?\u201d she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would I know where it is?\u201d asked Clay confused.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sassing me?\u201d she asked clearly getting agitated.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay swallowed hard, \u201cOh no ma\u2019am. No ma\u2019am. I just don\u2019t know why you\u2019d think I would know where that was.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm.\u201d she said giving her grandson a piercing stare.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay gulped, \u201cReally, Grandmother. I didn\u2019t touch it. I swear.\u201d pleaded Clay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s missing. Clearly something is going on.\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHonest Grandmother, I didn\u2019t take it. Come to think of it, my allowance quarter was missing from my desk this morning.\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His grandmother looked at him, \u201cSurely no one would bother with a quarter.\u201d she scoffed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay was a little hurt by that. A quarter was a fortune to him. He was saving to buy himself a swell set of new marbles, which cost $.75. He just had to save for one more week. \u201cNo ma\u2019am.\u201d he said as he put his head down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ann immediately felt bad. She could tell from Clay\u2019s demeanor, that he was telling the truth. She walked over and put her arm around him, \u201cIt\u2019s ok, I\u2019m sure my brooch will turn up.\u201d She gave him a hug and said, \u201cGo put your things up, Martha left milk and cookies on the kitchen table for your snack.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Relieved to not be in trouble, Clay hugged his grandmother back. \u201cYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d he said as he headed up the stairs. As he headed up the stairs, he thought about how strange it was that so many things were missing, Grandfather\u2019s pocket watch, his allowance quarter, and now Grandmother\u2019s brooch. He was just going to have to figure out what was going on or for sure, Grandfather would blame him and he would get the whipping of his life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay climbed the steps to his room. As he passed his grandparent\u2019s bedroom, he thought he heard a noise. He looked in the room to see a raccoon take off with something silver. He ran into the room, but the raccoon escaped. He raced down the stairs. He raced out the door and around the side of the house. He saw the raccoon making its way across the yard and up into a tree. Clay stood at the bottom of the tree. He thought about climbing the tree and finding the raccoon\u2019s hiding place. The only problem was that there wasn\u2019t a branch low enough to jump on. Just then he heard his grandfather. \u201cClayton!!\u201d he heard.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay knew better than to not answer that bellow immediately. He hastily hurried back into the house. \u201cSir?\u201d he asked breathlessly as he entered the house.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHave you done your schoolwork?\u201d asked his grandfather imperiously.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo sir, not yet. I\u2026..\u201d Clay started.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAre you outside playing, prior to completing your work?\u201d he grandfather bellowed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo sir, I wasn\u2019t playing, I\u2026.\u201d Clay started again.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYoung man, you get up those stairs and attend to your work.\u201d said his grandfather pointing up the stairs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBut Grandfather, I\u2026.\u201d Clay tried to start.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNOW!\u201d bellowed his grandfather.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay knew it was useless. The raccoon would have to wait for later. \u201cYes sir.\u201d Clay said respectfully as he walked by his grandfather. As he passed his grandfather, he felt a sting on his behind. Startled, he jumped and looked at his grandfather, \u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou will not disobey me again. I expect you to have your school work completed before I see you outside or there will be many more where that came from. Do I make myself clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay sighed. His grandfather was always whipping him for something. He wished he could just live with his grandmother. He knew as soon as he was old enough, he would light out on his own and be away from that man. \u201cYes sir.\u201d he said as he headed for his room. When Clay got to his room, he pulled out a sheet of paper and started to design a most ingenious trap to capture the raccoon.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ann had come into the room just in time to see her husband swat her grandson. \u201cJames, really, you don\u2019t need to spank him for every little perceived infraction. He\u2018s a little boy. Little boys forget to do things.\u201d she said as she circled his waist with her arms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

James grunted, \u201cI don\u2019t want him to turn out like Jimmy. Up and got himself killed for playing cards. We were too easy on him growing up. I don\u2019t want for him to end up dead, Ann.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ann sighed. The death of their only son weighed heavily on both of them. For some reason, James seemed to feel that his son wouldn\u2019t have become a riverboat gambler and marry that New Orleans hussy had he been more strict. So, he tended to go overboard with his grandson.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She sighed again, \u201cJames, you were a good father. Parents can\u2019t always control how their children turn out. Please try not to be so hard on Clay, please try and remember he\u2019s just a little boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His only response to his wife was a grunt as he gave her a small hug and pushed her away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Clay was in his room constructing the perfect raccoon trap. He placed his other allowance quarter on his desk along with his silver agate marble and some shiny bits of metal he had collected. He propped a box up with a stick and put the shiny items under the box. Now all he had to do was wait and as soon as the raccoon came in his room to steal the stuff on his desk, he would pull the stick and capture the raccoon.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay waited and waited and waited. The raccoon didn\u2019t come. It was almost as if the raccoon knew he was sitting there waiting. Finally, he had been called for supper and he knew he needed to go down and eat. He reluctantly left his room and headed for the dining room. When he returned to his room, the box was still intact and all his things were missing. \u201cThat damn sneaky raccoon,\u201d he whispered. He looked around to make sure no one had heard him curse, he would surely get a spanking for that. He made up his mind that tomorrow he was going to climb that tree after school and retrieve all the stuff that stupid raccoon had taken.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The next day, school dragged on and on. All Clay could think about was getting in that tree and getting that stupid raccoon. He had been called on several times for not paying attention. His teacher had penned a note home to his grandparents. He was sure to get it now. As soon as class was dismissed, he hastily made for home. It was Thursday, his grandfather\u2019s club day. If he hurried, he could get home and find a way to get into the tree. When Clay arrived home, he headed for the shed and got a ladder. The ladder was really big and even though Clay was tall for his age, the ladder was unwieldy. He bumped into the door of the shed, ran over his grandmother\u2019s roses and finally banged into the tree. Bumped and bruised, he determinedly put the ladder against the tree and climbed up the tree. On the way up, he tore his pants, his shirt and lost a shoe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He finally reached the top and there was his prize, the raccoon\u2019s nest. The nest was full of all kinds of things, his two quarters, his marble, grandmother\u2019s brooch, grandfather\u2019s watch, and grandfather\u2019s snuff box. Clay collected all the things and started putting them in his pockets when he heard, \u201cCLAYTON JAMES STAFFORD, COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Uh oh, he knew he was in for it now. He had a note home from school, he wasn\u2019t suppose to be climbing trees, he had torn his clothes and lost a shoe. On top of all that, his grandfather sounded furious. He debated just staying in the tree. He sat there for a minute thinking about how much he hated that stupid raccoon. He looked through the branches to find his very angry grandfather staring up at him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCome down here at once, young man!\u201d seethed his grandfather.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBut Sir, I found all the missing things, your pocket watch, Grandmother\u2019s brooch, my allowance quarters\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d his grandfather asked sarcastically.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir, a raccoon had them. I climbed up here to get them out of it\u2019s nest.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I see, come down at once.\u201d his grandfather bellowed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay sighed, \u201cYes, sir.\u201d Clay made a move to climb down the branches. He reached the ladder and as he reached the third rung, his stocking foot slipped and he fell. He fell right on his grandfather. His grandfather was coughing and sputtering and threatening. Then Clay did the only thing he could do, he ran!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSo you see,\u201d said Clay, \u201cI had my own share of adventures.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSo did your grandfather catch up with you.\u201d laughed Ellie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell not for awhile. He threw his back out, he was down in bed for about 6 weeks.\u201d Clay laughed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWow, I thought for sure he was going to beat your ass!\u201d said Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJOE!!\u201d yelled Clay and Ellie simultaneously.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSorry,\u201d Joe said sheepishly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay reached over and swatted his little brother\u2019s behind.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOww!\u201d yelped Joe, \u201cYou know it kind of hurts back there.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s going to be hurting a whole lot more little boy if you don\u2019t watch your mouth.\u201d grinned Clay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI said \u2018sorry\u2019,\u201d mumbled Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cClay, was your grandfather always so mean?\u201d asked Ellie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, yeah I guess it seemed that way. I ran off when I was 15, I couldn\u2019t really take it any more. I know now, it was just his way of trying to make sure I didn\u2019t turn out like my real father.\u201d Clay said staring into the fire.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ellie sat up and leaned into him, \u201cYou know Clay, Papa is your real father. He loves you like us, I mean you know there\u2019s no difference between me and Joe and you, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Clay smiled, \u201cYeah, baby I know. Go to bed, now, both of you.\u201d he said eyeing his little brother and sister.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He got up and tucked each one in. He laughed. He probably would have been doing that all his life with them. He kissed Ellie and rubbed Joe\u2019s head. \u201cGo to sleep, you two.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNight Clay, I love you.\u201d whispered Ellie.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMe too.\u201d said Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI love ya\u2019ll too,\u201d said Clay as he prepared to go to sleep on his own bedroll.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Next Story in The Trail Series:<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Trail Series #4<\/a><\/p>\n

Disclaimer:\u00a0All publicly recognizable characters and settings are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.<\/p>\n

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Summary: \u00a0The Bandit. \u00a0Third in the trail series. \u00a0<\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0K+ (3,230 words)<\/p>\n

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