Chapter One
Luke and Jenny Meet Virgil
Earp
Luke put down his tablet and
stared out the car window at the endless desert. This vacation was already
getting boring, and they had only left home that morning. His family had been
planning a trip to Disneyland ever since Christmas, and both Luke and his older
sister, Jenny, had really looked forward to it. He'd spent weeks trying to
decide which ride he would go on first. Then his dad was called to serve in the
Middle East with the Army Reserves, and now nothing seemed right. His dad
wouldn't be able to play video games with him, and he'd miss their backyard
baseball games, too. On top of that, now there would be no trip to Disneyland.
His father promised they would go as soon as he returned, but that wouldn't be
for at least a year. And as far as eight-year-old Luke was concerned, a year
seemed like forever.
He glanced at Jenny who was looking
out the window. Luke noticed that the desert was just as boring on her side as
his. They were driving to Dallas to visit Grandma and Grandpa. With their
father away, their mother had decided on this summer vacation. Of course, Luke
and Jenny loved seeing their grandparents, but it just wasn't the same as going
to Disneyland. Their mother had also decided that they would take a few side
trips along the way. She told them they would make the trip more fun and like a
real vacation. Ellen Bartlett knew that her children had been very disappointed
by the recent turn of events. Of course, she missed her husband, too, but she
planned to make their vacation as much fun as she could.
"We're going to stop for lunch
in Tombstone," she said. Luke watched her short blond curls move as she
bobbed her head while she spoke. "It's going to be a lot of fun and you
two are really going to like it. It's an Old West town where they had that
gunfight at the O.K. Corral. Remember, not too long ago we saw a program about
it on TV?"
Luke and Jenny turned to look at
each other. Jenny looked just as bored with the idea of stopping in Tombstone
as Luke did. He picked up his phone and started to play with another one of the
games, but even that wasn't fun anymore, so he put it in one of the two
backpacks that rested on the seat between them.
They arrived in Tombstone a few
minutes later. It was a dusty little town with old, strange-looking buildings.
Their mother found a place to park along one of the narrow streets. Luke and
Jenny got out of the car, put on their backpacks, and eagerly stretched their
legs. As they started walking, they noticed the sidewalks were made from wooden
planks. Their mother called them boardwalks.
"This is Allen Street, where
all the saloons were," she explained. "Doesn't this remind you of the
Westerns we watch on TV at home? Why, I
can just imagine all those lawmen and bad guys having a shoot-out on the very street
we're walking on."
Luke was certain that it would be
much more fun to watch an old Western at home. In the Westerns he had seen, no
cars were parked along the streets. And he could plainly see that the old
buildings were no longer saloons. Looking through the windows as he passed by,
he saw that they were just a bunch of shops selling modern-day stuff: blue
jeans, t-shirts, straw cowboy hats, and coffee mugs. Luke felt his sister poke
him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Look at the man over
there," she whispered in his ear. "Doesn't he look like a dork?"
Luke followed Jenny's gaze across
the street and saw a man dressed in western clothes, but he didn't think the
man looked dorky at all. He looked like Kevin Costner did in that Western about
range wars that he and his dad had recently watched. With that thought he
missed his dad more than ever and wished that he could have come to Tombstone
with them.
"Do you have your camera in
your backpack?" he asked.
Jenny nodded.
"Can I take some pictures with
it? We could email them to Dad."
"Your father would really like
that," added their mother.
Luke took Jenny's camera and looked
around. He noticed a couple of other men dressed up like cowboys, so he took a
picture of them as well.
"Dad will probably think this
is really cool," he said as he handed the camera back to his sister.
"Now," said their mother,
"I don't know about the two of you, but I'm ready for lunch. How about
you?"
"Yeah!" said both Luke
and Jenny said at the same time.
Luke suddenly realized he wasn't so
bored anymore. Instead, he was very hungry.
"Let's go over there,"
said Jenny, pointing to a building across the street with big stained glass
windows. The sign over the door read Big Nose Kate's Saloon. "I think the
windows are pretty," she added.
"Okay," said their
mother, "but let's not stay too long."
They crossed the street, entered
Big Nose Kate's Saloon, and sat down at a table near one of the stained glass
windows. The place was crowded with people sitting at tables and at a wooden
bar that looked like something out of a Western. A waitress wearing a blue
saloon girl dress soon came to their table and took their orders. After she
left, Luke looked around to take it all in. He saw several more large, stained
glass windows. One had a design of a man with a mustache wearing a suit, and
another was of a lady wearing a high collar blouse and a big fancy hat. In
front of the windows was a small stage where a man sat playing a guitar and
singing old cowboy songs. And all around, the walls were covered with dozens of
photos of people dressed up as modern-day cowboys.
"Howdy there partner. Where
are you from?"
Luke looked up and saw that a tall,
middle-aged man dressed in western clothes had walked up to their table. He had
reddish-brown hair and a dark brown mustache, and even though his large size
was overpowering, his big brown eyes looked friendly.
"We're from Phoenix,"
said his mother. "We've just stopped to do some sightseeing on our way to
Dallas to spend time with my folks."
"I see," said the man.
"I thought I heard a bit of a Texas accent when you spoke. You're not by
chance related to anyone in the Cowboy Gang, now are you?"
Ellen Bartlett laughed. "No
sir. They are most definitely not any kinfolk of mine."
"Well ma'am, that is certainly
a relief to me. My name is Virgil Earp," he said as he extended his hand.
"I'm a deputy U.S. marshal, and I live right here in Tombstone. Maybe
you've heard of my brother, Wyatt Earp. He's pretty famous around here."
Luke looked at the man in amazement while nodding his head as Virgil continued,
"It sounds like you folks are just passing through. But be careful. There
are plenty of outlaws around here."
Luke looked at Jenny. He knew that
Wyatt Earp had lived in Tombstone in the 1880s, so he wondered how a man from
the Old West could be standing next to him. None of his friends would believe
him unless he brought back some proof.
"Mr. Virgil, would you mind
letting us take a picture with you?"
"Why son, I'd be honored to
have my portrait taken with you. You don't by chance work for Mr. Fly, do
you?" asked Virgil Earp.
"Mr. Fly?" asked Luke,
shaking his head. "Who's he?"
"Why, Mr. Camillus Sidney Fly
and his wife, Mollie, have a photo studio right here in Tombstone. They've
taken photos all over the West, including portraits of just about everyone
around here. They also own a boarding house. That's where Wyatt's buddy Doc
Holliday lives."
"No sir, we don't work for Mr.
Fly," said Luke. "I just wanted to take a picture of all of us with
my sister's digital camera."
"A digital camera?" asked
Virgil Earp. He paused, "Did you say a digital camera?"
Luke and Jenny nodded.
"Sounds like another one of
those strange contraptions that you folks from out of town keep bringing in
here. But if that's what you want to use for our portraits, then so be
it," said Virgil Earp with a wink and a smile.
"Would it be okay, Mom?"
asked Luke.
"Sure," said his mother.
"Then why don't you folks step
over here with me? There'll be more room for us," said Virgil Earp.
Luke, Jenny, and their mother got
up from their table and followed Virgil Earp across the room toward an antique
piano. Along the way, he explained that Big Nose Kate's Saloon had been the
Grand Hotel back in the 1880s and that it had once been two stories high, but
then a big fire burned down the top floor and this is all that remains. He said
that the wood floor they were standing on was the same wood floor from the
1880s. Luke looked down at his feet, realizing he had never seen anything that
old before. Maybe this stop in Tombstone wasn't going to be so bad after all.
When they got to the piano, Jenny
handed her camera to a passing waitress and asked if she would take their
picture. As they posed with Virgil, Luke smiled a big smile. He was finally
starting to have some fun. The waitress gave the camera back to Jenny while
Luke looked around some more. His face lit up as he saw something else.
"What is that? Is that a real
coffin?" He pointed to an open coffin leaning against the wall.
"Why yes, it is," said
Virgil. "That's where we do our hanging around here. And we can even take
another portrait of you being hung. Would you like that?"
"Would I!" exclaimed
Luke. He shot an eager glance to his mother and blurted, "Can I get hung,
Mom?"
Ellen smiled. "Sure you
can." She was happy that Luke had finally stopped pouting.
Once Luke was inside the coffin
Virgil put a noose around his neck and glanced back at his mother.
"Don't worry ma'am, it's
perfectly safe."
Jenny took the picture and when
they were finished Luke asked her to show it to him.
"Awesome!" he exclaimed.
"Tonight I'm going to email that to my Dad. He's serving in the Middle
East." Luke's smile suddenly faded. Just mentioning his dad made him feel
sad again.
Virgil noticed Luke's change in
mood. He looked down at him.
"Your dad is in the Middle
East, son? Well, that's something we have in common."
He crouched down so his eyes would
be on the same level as Luke's, then put his hands on Luke's shoulders and
whispered.
"Hey partner, I'm going to let
you in on a little secret, but it's just between us, okay?"
Luke nodded.
"You know, when I was about
your age, my dad got sent to Vietnam."
"He did?" asked Luke,
suddenly confused.
Luke knew from the family stories
he'd been told that his great uncle had been killed in Viet Nam in 1967. So he
wondered how a man from the 1880s could possibly have had a father who served
in Viet Nam.
"Yes, sir," replied
Virgil. "It was toward the end of the war and he wasn't gone that long.
But back then I felt just like you. I thought my dad was going to be gone
forever. And would you like to know something else?"
"What?" asked Luke.
"A lot of folks around here
have family members in the service. And some of them are serving in the Middle
East too."
"Really?" asked Luke.
"You bet, partner. We have to
remember that our troops have a very important job to do. They're serving our
country. And we have to stay strong so they can do their jobs and not worry
about us. Do you understand what I'm saying, partner?"
Luke nodded as Virgil looked over at
Ellen and Jenny. Then he turned back at Luke.
"Now the way I see it is until
your dad returns you're the man in the family, so you need to set a good
example. Can you do that for me?"
Luke looked into Virgil's eyes,
smiled, and nodded his head. Virgil stood up and extended his hand.
"That's my buddy! Give me
five!"
Luke laughed and slapped his hand
down on Virgil's.
"There you go, partner. Now
let's escort your womenfolk back to your table."
On the way, they passed a metal
spiral staircase that went downstairs. Luke stopped in front of it.
"What's that?" he asked
Virgil.
"Why, that's the staircase
that goes down to where the Swamper used to live," replied Virgil.
"The Swamper," said Luke,
"That sounds like some sort of monster."
"Don't worry son, he's not a
monster," explained Virgil with a laugh.
He explained that the Swamper was a
handyman who took care of the Grand Hotel in the 1880s. He was a good worker
who kept to himself and lived in a room in the hotel basement. Later on folks
discovered that he had dug a secret tunnel from his room into one of the silver
mines. Virgil ended the story by saying, "It's believed by some that his
secret silver treasure is still buried somewhere down there, and that his ghost
haunts this building to this very day."
Luke's eyes suddenly opened wide
and Virgil laughed again.
"Don't worry son, he's a very
friendly ghost. He just wants to watch over this place."
They returned to their table, and
the instant Luke took his seat the waitress brought his burger and fries.
"You folks enjoy your stay in
Tombstone," said Virgil as he tipped his hat and went to talk to the
people at another table.
"That wasn't the real Virgil
Earp you know," said Jenny as she flipped her long, blond ponytail over
her shoulder and picked up her chicken sandwich. "The real Virgil Earp
died a long time ago. He was just an actor or somebody they have here to
pretend to be Virgil Earp."
Jenny was going be starting the
fifth grade that fall and she thought of herself as very grown up, but Luke
wasn't listening to her. As he ate his lunch he couldn't help thinking about
the ghost of the Swamper.
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