Seeing the
Light
By
Badger
Missing Scene to the Season 1 episode,
Glory Road-- (After the death of Roney Bishop, before the episode’s closing tag
back at the ranch)
Utter silence
descended on the room when Essie Bright stepped into the saloon- all
conversation stopped at the crowded bar and died out around the gaming tables;
men stood shocked and silent. Ignoring them all, she looked around
quickly and spotted the one man she was seeking, marching primly in past the bar
and, without asking, sat down across from him at the table in the back
corner.
Jess Harper
looked over at her without smiling, his blue eyes meeting hers for a brief
second before shying away. There was a half empty bottle of whiskey on the table
in front of him, and he held in his hand a full shot glass. With a quirk of his lips, he tossed back
the drink, swallowing it with a grimace, and setting the empty glass back on the
table with a loud thump.
From the look
of him, and of the bottle, it was obvious to Essie that it hadn’t been his first
drink of the night, and he clearly wasn’t intending it to be the
last.
He touched the
fingers of his right hand to his hat. "Miss Essie, you shouldn't be in
here."
"Neither should
you," she told him.
He ducked his
head, leaning back in his chair and refusing to look her in the
eye.
"You should be
home, Jess."
He threw her a
sour look. "This ain't the time or the place--"
"You're right,
this isn’t the place. Let's talk about this outside." She got up and started for
the door, never looking back, simply expecting him to
follow.
For a moment,
he thought about ignoring her but he couldn't—Essie was just one of those people
no one could ignore. With a weary sigh, Jess put the cork back in the whiskey
bottle, dug a coin out of his vest pocket and flipped it into the center of the
table. He adjusted his hat on his head, climbed to his feet and, weaving only
slightly, followed her out the door. He might have been worried about the
henpecked image the whole incident would surely be putting into folks' minds, if
he was planning on staying in this town, which he wasn't.
Leaving the
bright interior of the saloon, he paused at the door, letting his eyes adjust to
the dimness of the street before stepping out onto the
boardwalk.
"This way,
Jess," she called out to him.
Essie was
sitting on the bench in front of the Laramie Hotel, two doors down from the
saloon. He walked over and stood before her, taking off his hat like a
gentleman. "Miss Essie?"
Smiling, she
patted the seat next to her. "Sit down, Jess. Please."
He sat, holding
his hat in his hands. "I thought you'd be on your way out of town by
now."
"And I thought
you'd have gone back to the ranch."
He shrugged. "I
had my reasons for doin’ otherwise’. What about you?"
Essie sighed.
"It was too late to reach the next town before nightfall, after the funeral."
She didn’t have
to remind Jess whose funeral they’d both been to just a few hours before. It had
been Roney whom she’d spoken the familiar words over, reciting the comforting
phrases of the Twenty-Third Psalm about walking through the valley of death, and
then proclaiming ‘ashes to ashes, dust to dust’ before they’d put Roney’s body
into the ground.
Roney Bishop,
the man who'd once saved Jess’s life; the man he'd shot to save hers. Roney had
been a strange man, obsessed Jess thought might be the right word to describe
him. Maybe just plain crazy, the way he’d overreacted to ordinary things.
Still, the man
had been alive one minute, and dead by Jess’s own hand the next.
He'd been to
too many funerals in his twenty-five years, seen too many folks die, the good
and the bad and the somewhere in between, Jess thought. "How are you holdin’ up,
Miss Essie?"
"Oh, I'm fine,
Jess. I have the Lord to comfort me," she answered, turning sideways on the
bench to look squarely at him, her ever-present smile lighting her face. "The
question is, how are you?"
He was staring
down at his hat like he’d never seen it before. "Me? There's no need for you to
be worryin' about me, Miss Essie."
"Oh, now that's
just not so."
"Ma'am?"
"I thought we
agreed you wouldn't call me that, Jess," she chided him.
"Yes, ma’--Miss
Essie."
"Now, you
didn't answer my question,” her smile dimmed as she looked him square in the
eye, concern for him radiating from her. “And don't you dare tell me you're
fine, because you're still here in town, sitting alone in that
saloon."
"I like
saloons."
"Better than
home?"
"Sometimes," he
answered evasively.
Her voice
turned sad. "I'm sorry you had to kill your friend because of
me."
Jess quickly
looked up at her, disagreeing. "There's nothin' for you to be sorry about, Miss
Essie. What happened to Roney wasn't your fault."
"I was the one
who brought him here."
"He was lookin'
for me-- he'd have come to
She sighed. "I
suppose. But still," Essie reached out and put a hand on his arm, "I am truly
sorry that you had to kill him."
"Better me than
you, Ma’a-- Miss Essie. He wasn't the first man I've killed, and I doubt he will
be the last."
"I know. But he
was your friend."
Jess looked
down the street, watching a pair of riders leave the saloon, untie their horses
from the hitch rail out front, mount up, and head out of town. "I’m not sure I’d
have ever called him exactly a friend, but he saved my life once. That’s
somethin’ a man can’t forget. It’s a debt that needs to be
repaid."
"He told me
about that, about finding you on the
"It's a hard
thing to kill anyone," Jess admitted. “Killin’ never sets easy on a man’s
mind.”
She patted his
arm again. "It shouldn’t, even when a man has no other
choice.”
“Someday I’ll
pay the price.”
A look of
distress crossed her usually sunny face. “God will understand,
Jess."
He risked a
brief glance over at her. "Doesn't He forbid killin’?"
"Thou shalt not
kill, He has commanded us, yes..."
"Then I reckon
I'm in a heap of trouble with your God, because I've killed a lot of
men."
She didn't
waver. "Why?"
"Why?" Jess
repeated, puzzled.
"Why did you
kill them?"
Jess shrugged,
rolling the brim of his hat in his hands. "Depended."
"On
what?"
"The
circumstances."
"Have you ever
killed for money?" she probed.
"No," he
answered quickly.
"Personal
gain?"
"No."
"Spite or
jealousy or pride?"
"No. I never
killed anyone who wasn't tryin' to kill me, or aimin’ to kill someone else, not
even during the war, nor since."
She smiled, not
that brilliant smile that lit up a whole room, but a sad smile, wistful and full
of hurt. "Like you killed Roney to save me."
"Yes’m."
"The Bible
tells us, Jess, that ‘to every thing there is a season, and a time to every
purpose under heaven. There’s a time to be born, and a time to die’, and yes, it
even tells us that there’s a time to kill, but there’s also a time to heal. God
does understand what you’ve done, Jess. He won't condemn you for the things
you’ve had to do."
"Oh I doubt
He's understandin' enough to forgive me."
"He's
forgiving, Jess. If you let Him."
"I'm long past
forgivin', Miss Essie."
She looked
distressed. "Oh, Jess, that's just not true, not true at all. No one is beyond
His forgiveness."
He was shaking
his head. "I appreciate the sentiment, Miss Essie, but--"
"Jess Harper,
you listen to me,” she interrupted sharply. “I once ran a saloon, a house of sin
and iniquity, a place where men drank and gambled and fought, and yes, sometimes
even killed one another. But God forgave me; He showed me the light and He set
me on this new path, this journey to help others see His ways, just like He set
you on a new path, at the Sherman Ranch."
Jess’s voice
was filled with bitterness. "That path has ended."
"Not if you
don’t want it to."
He shook his
head. "I can't go back there."
"Why
not?"
"Miss Essie, I
gave it my best shot,” he answered her, earnestly. “I tried bein' a cowhand. I
walked away from my old life to work for Slim, but it ain't workin’. Instead, my
old life followed me here. I put all of them at risk, I put you at risk.” He
crushed the brim of his hat with his hands. “My path was cut a long time ago.
Once a gunhand, always a gunhand."
"But a gun can
be used on the side of good, Jess, to protect the
innocent."
He laughed
hollowly. "Isn't there something in your book about turnin' the other cheek?
That’s something I can’t never seem to do."
"So you *were*
brought up with the good book," she concluded, delighted.
Jess’s voice
softened. "My Ma used to read it on occasion. She tried to bring us up
right."
Essie patted
his arm. "And she succeeded. It shows in you, Jess. You're a good
man."
"I'm no
Bible-toter."
"No. But you
live a life by God’s principles."
Jess smiled
sadly. "You have a mighty big imagination, Miss Essie."
"And you have a
mighty big heart." She looked him in the eye. "Now tell me what it is you're so
afraid of about going home."
"Afraid of? I'm
not afraid--"
"Lying is a
sin, Jess," she admonished.
He looked away
from her, out into the darkness of the street and found himself telling her what
he’d come to realize in these last few days. "Roney isn't the only -- friend--
from my past who could show up at the ranch lookin' for
me."
"Bad
men?"
"Some of 'em,
yeah. Most of them, likely. I haven’t exactly lived a peaceable
life."
"And you're
afraid of these bad men."
"Not for me, I
can take care of myself. But I am worried for Andy and Jonesy and Slim. They've
got enough troubles of their own without tacklin’ mine,
too."
"Shouldn't you
let them decide that?" She leaned forward, taking one of his rough hands in her
own soft ones. "Now, Jess Harper, you've got a job to finish. Go back to that
ranch and your friends and your new life. Keep trying."
He shook his
head in denial. "I'm done, Miss Essie. I've already failed at the ranchin'
business. It's too late to change."
"It's never too
late, Jess, not as long as we're alive. We keep on trying. Just because we fail
the first time we try something doesn't mean we'll fail again." She paused and
smiled brightly at him. "Have you ever been thrown from a horse,
Jess?"
“Well,
sure.”
“And what did
you do after?”
"Picked myself
up and got back on."
"So, you've
just been thrown by life. And now it's time to get back on that
horse."
He looked over
at her, shaking his head, a small resigned smile playing across his lips. "You
just never stop, do ya, Miss Essie?"
Essie’s smile
was brilliant. "It's not me, Jess, it’s God working through me. He's shown me
the light and He'll show you the light, too."
"Now that I
doubt."
"Don't doubt,
Jess. The Lord's already blessed you, hasn't He? He led you here to
"I reckon," he
admitted.
She laughed
joyously. "See, Jess, it’s all there for you, waiting for you to get back on
that horse that’s thrown you. So, are you going home now?"
"You won't let
me do otherwise, will you?"
"No, no, I
won’t," she smiled at him.
He stood then,
jamming his hat on his head, his eyes meeting hers at last, a rueful grin
crossing his lips. “Then I reckon I don’t have any other choice, do I?”
Jess turned
away, but she reached out a hand and placed it on his arm. "And Jess, I'll pray
for you.”
He paused,
turning back and looking down at her and surprised himself by answering. "I
think I'd like that, Miss Essie."
Essie Bright
smiled as she watched Jess Harper walk away down the street. He was a good man
with a good heart and a real chance to have a good home and a good life. It was
all right there in front of him, if only he’d give himself the chance to find
it.
She would pray
for him, because she had glimpsed his heart and she knew he was a man who would
find little peace in this life. But he could find what he didn’t yet know he was
searching for. Words from the book of Matthew came to her then, and she murmured
them aloud, “Ask, and it shall be given; seek; and ye shall find; knock and it
shall be opened. For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh
findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.“
If only Jess
would knock on that door that stood ready to open before him. A man needed a
family, and his was waiting.
------- THE END
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