Old West Universe
RESCUED
Something Else

by jann

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"Damned bounty hunters!" J. D. Dunne spat out as he slammed into a chair at the table where three of his fellow peace keepers had taken up residence. "Ain't any of them more than no-account low-down egg-sucking curs!"

"Present company excepted, of course?" Ezra directed a pointed look to Vin Tanner, who sat watching the youngest of the Seven with his usual calm expression.

"Huh?" J. D.'s own expression went blank. Then, as understanding dawned, he blushed and stammered out an apology to the ex-bounty hunter. "Sorry, Vin. You know I didn't mean you. You were never like the rest of them."

"That bunch that brought in Jed Hoskins this morning give you any trouble?" Nathan asked as Inez set a beer down on the table in front of the agitated young man.

J. D. took a long sip of his drink before replying. "No. Not really, I guess. It's just...." He set his beer down carefully on the table. "I don't know what it is about men like that, but it makes my skin crawl."

"They're just doing their jobs," Vin murmured.

"Maybe that's what bothers me so much. I mean, what kind of man does it take to go hunting someone like that?"

A kick in the shins from the gambler's pointy boots reminded J.D. once again of the company he was keeping, and he offered another blushing apology. "Hell, Vin. I'm sorry. But that bunch that brought in Hoskins didn't care about nothing but the money. Bet if that poster had read Dead or Alive they'd have brought him in dead for sure."

Vin cocked his head, eyeing the young man before him. "And what makes you so sure I ever cared about more than the money?"

J. D. looked affronted. "I know you, Vin. You ain't like that. You couldn't ever be."

Vin eyed him for a long moment, his expression giving nothing away. Then he went back to his beer.

J. D. fidgeted for several minutes, looking from one man to another before him, his gaze always going back to Vin. And when a lull came in the conversation that had moved on without him, he brought it back to a question that had been on his mind since he had first learned of Vin's former occupation. "Why'd you do it, Vin? Why did you become a bounty hunter?"

Vin sat watching the younger man with an unblinking gaze, and the looks the other men gave him told J. D. he'd had no right to ask such a question and certainly didn't deserve an answer. But before he could apologize yet again, Vin offered a piece of himself he had always kept close for no reason other than that he had never before had anyone to whom he dared entrust it.

"I didn't exactly go looking for that way of life, J. D." His raspy voice was low and his gaze fell to the half-empty glass on the table before him. "But after the buffalo gave out, I drifted along for a good while, taking jobs here and there, never staying in one place for very long at all. Just couldn't seem to find whatever it was I needed to set my hand to or my heart on. Then one day I stopped at this small Texas ranch. Wasn't much at all. Hardly even looked lived in. But I was tired and my horse was thirsty, so I rode up to the house hoping to water my horse and maybe sit a spell under a shade tree. Didn't see nobody around at first, so I went ahead and took care of my horse. Then when I headed for a tree to rest up under, I come across this woman, sitting in the grass beside three graves a ways from the house, pulling weeds out of the ground."

He fell silent, his gaze still on the glass of amber liquid he began to swirl, tilting the glass so that it caught the meager light filtering in through the batwing doors and dusty windows.

The others waited, unmoving, intent on this rare look into the quiet man's past. Then, his gaze locked on his glass but his mind seeing years past, Vin took up the tale again. "She wasn't that old. But there were a lot of years wearing heavy on her. I could see it in her eyes. A whole mess of grief and doing without, waiting for better times to come that never did. She didn't look up at me, didn't know I was there or seem in the mood for company if she did. So I started to ride off, to find some other tree to rest under. But there was something about the way she was sitting there staring at those graves and pulling weeds off of them, like there was nothing else in the world for her. Didn't feel right to just ride off and leave her like that. Tried talking to her, but the words never seemed to get past whatever was keeping her on that patch of ground."

He continued to swirl the liquid in his glass, the light dancing off it mesmerizing the men sitting at the table, transporting them to a small dusty ranch and three weed-covered graves.

"I looked around, hoping to find someone there looking after her. But far as I could tell, she was alone -- and the place falling down around her. So I started in to fixing things. Don't know why exactly, except that it was something that needed doing. And after a while, she got up from those graves and went inside. Then a while later she come out and asked me inside to eat. Never talked about herself or the graves. Just give me something to eat and her thanks. Then I rode off. But I couldn't get that woman out of my mind. So I headed for the closest town and asked about her. Found out those graves were those of her husband and kids. Seems some fellas had come through while she was out visiting the neighbors one day and killed them all for no more than a couple of horses and what little else they could carry off. They took everything in the world that meant anything to her. And all she had left was those graves and keeping the weeds off them. That was all she had to live for."

Vin's brows drew down in a frown of remembered sorrow. "It just didn't seem right. A body should have something else to live for, something more than a tiny patch of ground and the weeds growing on it. So I set out after those fellas. Didn't have nothing else to do. Figured I might as well do that as anything.

"Took me most of a month to catch up with them. And the two that weren't too stupid to live I brung back to that town, so's that widow woman would know that them that took from her was going to pay for it. Thought it might help, you know? Thought knowing that would help her to get those weeds out of her mind if not off them graves and maybe help her find something else to live for." He shook his head. "Didn't know nothing about a reward 'til that sheriff told me about it. And at first, I aimed to turn it down. But I was riding awful light -- had been for longer than I cared to think about. So I took the money and was glad of it. Then that sheriff mentioned there was other fellas needed bringing in as bad as the bunch I'd brung in. Lots of other folk grieving for them that had got taken from them. Lots of little patches of ground with weeds growing on them and in need of some tending."

The hand twirling the glass stilled. "Didn't have nothing else to do. All I had left in life was my horse and drifting from job to job for money enough to stay alive. Figured maybe there should be something else to live for than that. And helping folks tend their patches of ground seemed to be a start on finding it. So I had that sheriff go through his stack of wanted posters and pick me out someone who needed bringing in the most, someone who'd left too many weeds and fading memories behind."

He fell silent, and no one spoke for a long time, until finally J.D. said, "What about that widow woman, Vin? Did she ever find something else to live for?"

"I don't know, J. D. I never did make it back to that town. Always seemed to be too many patches of ground needing tending. I'll get there though, one of these days."

"Maybe one day when you got all the patches of ground tended to around here?" Nathan asked.

"I reckon."

Another silence fell, that time broken by Ezra, who lifted his glass in a toast. "Then here is to weed-free patches of ground, Mr. Tanner. And to always being able to find something else to live for."

The others around the table lifted their glasses in turn, Vin the last, the light dancing off his glass as he raised it in a salute to friends -- and to a small Texas ranch and a woman tending her small patch of ground there.

The End