Author's note: This is set to "Warrior is a child/ Do I trust you, As sung by Twila Paris.

" Hey Wild Bill, come out and face me! You got the better of my brother but not me! Come out here and face me like a man!" A drunken voice called from outside the Sheriff's office.

Jimmy downed the rest of his coffee he had poured a few minuets ago and walked out. He hated this part. The stare down, each man trying to size up the other. Families running for cover and rushing their children off the walkways. Trying to swallow the tension that welled up tightly in his gut. " Well Ya got me out here, lets get this over with I got work to do" He said trying to sound as cool, collected and unruffled as possible. Before he could blink twice two shots rang out and the body in front of him crumpled to the ground. The people of the town came back out slowly and went about their business. A few came over and told me how proud of they were to have me as the Sheriff and others just paid it no never mind. I tried to shrug it off as just the perils of being "Wild Bill" to a lot of people and the town sheriff to everybody.

Later that night after Louise and the rest of the family were in bed fast asleep Jimmy felt the need to go downstairs and pray for a while. He grabbed the well-worn bible that had been given to him when he signed on with the express and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Father lately I've been winning battle left and right; but even though I have won, I've been wounded in the fight mentally and emotionally. People tell me that I'm amazing, that I seem strong beyond my years. But Father, they don't see the unseen enemy that lays me at your feet. They don't know that I run home to you when I feel like falling down. They don't know who picks me up each day when no one is around. I drop my guns at your feet and cry for just a while. Cause deep inside this seemingly hard shell of a man; sometimes I still feel like a child. Sometimes I feel unafraid because the weapons I have are the best. But I am glad that I have a quiet place to rest my mind, body and soul. People say that I'm amazing since I never back down from a fight to protect this town and my family. But that unseen enemy is still there to lay me at your feet." Jimmy felt the worries and stress of the day melt away as he sat and lifted up the rest of what weighed on his heart to his Heavenly Father. "Help me to stay strong Lord, to trust you when it all seems to be going wrong. To trust you when I am blinded with anger and pain. To do my duties as: husband, brother, father, and sheriff with all that I have and leave the rest to you. In your Son's name, Amen" Jimmy breathed a large sigh as a peace washed over him. He took up the well-worn and weathered bible and turned to two verses that he held near and dear to his heart. "Joshua 1:9 Have I not commanded you to be of good courage? Do not tremble and lose heart. For the Lord your God will be with you where ever you go." He sat there and let the words marinate on his heart and mind and then turned to Isaiah 41:10. "Do not fear for I am with you. Do not be anxious for I am your God. I will strengthen you and give you help and hold you up with my righteous right hand." Again Jimmy sat and let the words soak into his mind and heart. He felt better after that. Stopping at Jeremiah's room and then at Theresa's and baby Emma's room to say a quick prayer he made his way to bed. As soon as he laid his head on the down pillow and wrapped his arms around his beloved wife he fell into a deep peaceful slumber.

Author's note: Hope you enjoyed reading this and any and all comments and ideas are welcome. Also I know that the verses are not King James Version that would have been used in the 1860's but I wanted them to be understood by most if not all who read it.

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