{"id":6521,"date":"2010-06-04T12:24:08","date_gmt":"2010-06-04T16:24:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=6521"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:23:48","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:23:48","slug":"angel-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=6521","title":{"rendered":"Angel Light (by Cheaux)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: A\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0WHN for Twilight Town.<\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0 K \u00a0WC \u00a02200<\/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

Angel Light<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was robbed in the desert and left to die.\u00a0 Never one to do what is expected of me, I survived.\u00a0 I survived because\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0why?\u00a0 That I don\u2019t know.\u00a0 I can\u2019t wrap my arms around it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSon, when a man knows something deep down in his heart\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0when he really knows\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0he doesn\u2019t have to argue about it.\u00a0 Doesn\u2019t have to prove it.\u00a0\u00a0 Just knowing\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0that\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Well, it\u2019s not enough.\u00a0 Not for me, anyway.\u00a0 Pa said Martinville was a ghost town, had been for a long time, and that the hot sun and my head wound accounted for the hallucinations.<\/p>\n

Hoss said the legend\u2014that the wife of the town\u2019s sheriff had put a curse on the people to walk the streets for all eternity\u2014was weird.<\/p>\n

Funny, it\u2019s usually me and Hoss who accept weird stuff without question and practical older brother Adam who has to reason everything out to a logical and scientific conclusion.\u00a0 But it was Adam who then responded, \u201cit depends on how you look at it.\u201d<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s just it.\u00a0 I\u2019ve looked at it every which way \u2018til Sunday and I can\u2019t figure it out.\u00a0 So here I sit, at my mother\u2019s grave by the lake at twilight seeking answers to a question I can\u2019t bring myself to voice.\u00a0\u00a0Have I lost my mind?<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Adam heard the footfalls in the hallway upstairs becoming progressively louder and angrier as one door after another was opened and shut in futility.\u00a0 He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily as he heard the inevitable \u201cJoseph?!\u201d that was both a question and an expletive.\u00a0 Only his father could infuse such a range of emotion into a single word.\u00a0 Of course, only his younger brother could be the genesis of such angst.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph?\u201d Ben called again loudly as he came down the stairs none too quietly.\u00a0 Spying Adam in the blue chair by the fire, he added \u201cHave you seen your brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot since dinner,\u201d Adam replied closing his book.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why he does this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy who does what?\u201d asked Hoss as he came inside from tending the stock.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you seen your brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Cochise is gone though.\u00a0 Probably out riding,\u201d Hoss ventured, seeing Adam\u2019s head shake too late to retract his statement.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf all the foolish .\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0,\u201d Bens sputtered.\u00a0 \u201cHe knows better than to be gallivanting around the countryside with a concussion.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, Pa,\u201d Hoss started.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you \u2018now Pa\u2019 me!\u201d Ben said shaking his finger at Hoss.\u00a0 As Adam rose from his chair, Ben turned, \u201cNor you either!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPa,\u201d Adam began.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t I have enough to worry about without \u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0,\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPa,\u201d Adam interrupted.\u00a0 \u201cYou know where he is.\u00a0 Where he always goes when he\u2019s upset.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben closed his mouth and then shook his head wearily.\u00a0 \u201cI just don\u2019t understand why he can\u2019t let go of this.\u00a0 What he saw or thinks he saw doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt does to him,\u201d Adam said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, you know how he gets when he\u2019s trying to work somethin\u2019 out,\u201d Hoss added.\u00a0 \u201cJust let him be.\u00a0 He\u2019ll be all right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmpf,\u201d Ben puffed.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019d better saddle my horse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d said Adam curtly, then softening.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ve had a go at him, so has Hoss.\u00a0 It\u2019s my turn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked doubtful.\u00a0 Adam\u2019s heart was in the right place, but he and Joseph approached life from very different vantage points.\u00a0 Ben had a hard time imagining that Adam\u2019s New England, cool-headed Yankee practicality could be what his hot blooded, emotional Joseph needed right now.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have an idea,\u201d Adam said, raising the book he was holding in the air.\u00a0 \u201cLet me at least try.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a moment, Ben nodded reluctantly.\u00a0 As the front door closed, he looked at Hoss, \u201cI hope whatever Adam has in mind works because none of us will get any sleep until this is over.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

It was nearing twilight when Adam reached the lake.\u00a0 The pinto was ground tied where he expected, but he couldn\u2019t help breathing a sigh of relief anyway.\u00a0 He dismounted, removing his saddle bag before leaving Sport to graze next to his stable mate.<\/p>\n

His concern returned as he approached Marie\u2019s headstone and saw evidence of this evening\u2019s dinner deposited amid the pine needles.\u00a0 Kicking dirt over the offending mess and he started reconnoitering the area, moving his eyes carefully in a 360\u00b0 arc, but in the fading light there was no movement, no sound.\u00a0\u00a0Where is he?<\/em>\u00a0 His heart started to race, but Adam resisted calling for him.\u00a0 Fathers were not the only ones to be driven to exasperation, he realized\u2014not for the first time, if truth be told.<\/p>\n

Only when he walked toward the lake and saw Joe sitting cross legged on the broad rock, head in hands, did his heart rate return to normal.\u00a0\u00a0 He watched his brother for a few minutes before returning quietly to the horses and retrieving a canteen.<\/p>\n

\u201cHead hurt?\u201d Adam asked, sitting down next to Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly when I breathe,\u201d Joe whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cMmmm.\u00a0\u00a0 Here,\u201d Adam held out a small flask.\u00a0 Joe looked sideways and groaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not whiskey.\u00a0 I made up one of those powders the doctor left.\u00a0 It should help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked doubtful, but took a big swig anyway and then handed the flask back.<\/p>\n

\u201cAaacck,\u201d he coughed, and then groaned again, wrapping his arms around his head and swaying slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry to keep it down,\u201d Adam said as he rubbed Joe\u2019s back.\u00a0\u00a0 Slowly Joe stopped rocking, but his head remained cradled in his arms.<\/p>\n

When he felt the tension leave Joe, Adam rose and went down to the lake to fill the canteen with cool water and wring out his handkerchief.<\/p>\n

Joe pressed the cool cloth against his eyes with his palms.\u00a0 After a time, the medicine kicked in and he was able to take a drink of water to remove the taste of vomit and medicine from his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cBetter?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u00a0 Thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam waited.\u00a0\u00a0 He knew from long experience that it was useless to push\u00a0Joe toward a particular point if he wasn\u2019t ready.\u00a0 To do so always spelled trouble for both parties.\u00a0 So he drew his knees up to his chest grasping his hands in front of them.\u00a0 It was no accident that he made sure his arm touched Joe\u2019s, maintaining physical contact.<\/p>\n

The soft shadows of murky twilight became sharp edges as an early full moon rose above the trees.\u00a0 Adam felt rather than heard Joe\u2019s breathing ease and was aware of a subtle shift in his countenance.\u00a0\u00a0Here we go<\/em>.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam,\u201d Joe began softly.\u00a0 \u201cAm I crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would you think that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw them.\u00a0 I swear I did.\u00a0 I talked to them\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0the people of Martinville. They weren\u2019t ghosts.\u00a0 They were real,\u201d Joe\u2019s voice broke and he turned away.\u00a0 \u201cI know Louise was real.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t need to convince me.\u00a0 Like Pa said; if you believe it\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I believe anymore,\u201d Joe said, rubbing his temples.<\/p>\n

The despair and desolation were deeper than Adam had realized.\u00a0 He decided to take a different tack.\u00a0 \u201cWhen you come up here, what do you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you visit your mother\u2019s grave, what do you do?\u00a0\u00a0 Do you talk to her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cY-yes,\u201d Joe answered hesitantly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes she talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked sharply at Adam.\u00a0 Even in the moonlight, Adam could see wariness in his eyes, wondering if he, too, were questioning Joe\u2019s sanity.\u00a0 He knew he would have to tread carefully here.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I mean is, does talking to her bring you comfort?\u00a0 Does it ease your heart and mind when you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd yet you know she\u2019s dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nodded again.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, how could she bring you comfort unless it was her spirit that did so?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re saying Mama\u2019s a ghost?\u201d Joe asked incredulously.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m saying there are some who believe the energy of those we love lives on and sometimes it speaks to us so only we can hear.\u00a0 Ghost, spirit, angel\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0it doesn\u2019t matter what you call it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe stared at Adam for the longest time as he pondered a side of Adam he had never seen before.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like you to hear something,\u201d Adam said reaching into his saddle bag and pulling out the book he had been reading earlier at the house.\u00a0 He adjusted his position to allow the moonlight to illuminate the pages.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s a poem by William Wordsworth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe smiled.\u00a0 This was the brother he knew best.\u00a0 He closed his eyes and listened to the deep, comforting baritone.<\/p>\n

She was a Phantom of delight
\nWhen first she gleam’d upon my sight;
\nA lovely Apparition, sent
\nTo be a moment’s ornament;
\nHer eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
\nLike Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
\nBut all things else about her drawn
\nFrom May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
\nA dancing Shape, an Image gay,
\nTo haunt, to startle, and way-lay.<\/p>\n

I saw her upon nearer view,
\nA Spirit, yet a Woman too!
\nHer household motions light and free,
\nAnd steps of virgin liberty;
\nA countenance in which did meet
\nSweet records, promises as sweet;
\nA Creature not too bright or good
\nFor human nature’s daily food;
\nFor transient sorrows, simple wiles,
\nPraise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.<\/p>\n

And now I see with eye serene
\nThe very pulse of the machine;
\nA Being breathing thoughtful breath;
\nA Traveler betwixt life and death;
\nThe reason firm, the temperate will,
\nEndurance, foresight, strength and skill;
\nA perfect Woman; nobly plann’d,
\nTo warn, to comfort, and command;
\nAnd yet a Spirit still, and bright
\nWith something of an angel light.<\/p>\n

Adam closed the book and looked over at his brother whose eyes were still closed.\u00a0 At first he wasn\u2019t sure Joe was still awake for his breathing was deep and even, but then wet green eyes turned to look at him with an intensity Adam had seldom seen.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe,\u201d he ventured, \u201cmaybe, \u2018Louise\u2019 was a composite of those who have loved you\u2014not just Mama, but everyone who\u2019s\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. traveled on. \u00a0Amy and Laura.\u00a0 Julia.\u00a0 Maybe they were all there to give you comfort and command you to fight and not give up.\u00a0 Maybe that\u2019s what you heard in your heart and your head interpreted it the only way it knew how.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe continued to gaze at Adam until one-by-one, the tears spilled over, but still he did not move.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I have the book?\u201d Joe said eventually.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d Adam placed it on the rock next to Joe.\u00a0 Then he reached inside the saddle bag and pulled out Joe\u2019s jacket.\u00a0 \u201cHere, put this on, it\u2019s getting chilly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to be alone for awhile,\u201d Joe said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d Adam agreed.\u00a0 \u201cBut don\u2019t be too late.\u00a0 You know Pa won\u2019t get any sleep until you are safely tucked in.\u00a0 I\u2019ll leave you the canteen and the flask.\u00a0 If you need more medicine, take it.\u00a0 There\u2019s no point in being a martyr to pain.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI had a good teacher.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam swatted Joe with his hat before putting it back on.\u00a0 On his way back to the horses, he placed his hand on the headstone and said softly, \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

The book opened automatically to the pages Adam had marked with a ribbon and I re-read the poem not once but twice and then read the last stanza yet again.<\/p>\n

My favorite time of day is twilight\u2014that hour between day and night filled with shadow changes.\u00a0 It is the time I most often visit my mother\u2019s grave, to listen to the silence and feel her presence within me.<\/p>\n

Was Louise a ghost?\u00a0 A traveler betwixt life and death?\u00a0 Or an angel sent to comfort?\u00a0 Perhaps Martinville was a twilight town after all.<\/p>\n

It was full dark now.\u00a0 Adam was right; I could feel the chill now that the heat of the day had dissipated from the rock.<\/p>\n

I realized just how stiff I was as I put my jacket on.\u00a0 Struggling to my feet I became painfully aware of the circulation returning to my limbs.\u00a0 Although the headache was not as severe as before, I decided Adam was also right that there was no point in suffering unnecessarily, so I took one more swig from the flask for good measure.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t taste any better than before and I quickly chased the foul liquid with water from the canteen.<\/p>\n

As I tipped my head back, a shooting star traversed the night sky, but instead of burning quickly out, it lingered above my head.\u00a0 Riveted, I watched it pulse in time to my beating heart, growing more brilliant with each passing second.\u00a0 Then it winked and vanished from my sight.<\/p>\n

I was suddenly aware that I was holding my breath.\u00a0 As I filled my lungs with cool night air, an extraordinary sense of warmth enveloped my body and I\u00a0felt\u00a0peaceful at last.\u00a0 I had my answer.<\/p>\n

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Summary: A\u00a0\u00a0WHN for Twilight Town.<\/p>\n

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