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The Failure - A Will Starr Short Story

Updated on February 25, 2017
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Will Starr has been voted HubPages' Best Fiction Writer twice and has won numerous other awards for short stories and fiction.

The Failure



“We got us a damn thief, and it’s like he’s playing us for fools, Hiram.”

From the worn bench in front of the town marshal’s office, Jug Maynard watched his deputy sweep the summer day's accumulation of dust off the boardwalk. It was early afternoon and the sun was already hot.

Hiram Walker paused in his labors to wipe his brow and regard his boss from under shaggy brows.

“You talking about that feller what took Joe Walsh’s tool box?”

“That and a few dozen other things like Maggie Pritchard’s porch rocker. It don’t make much sense, but it sure has riled folks up.”

They were interrupted by the rattle of chains and steel tires on stones, so they paused to watch Frank Kirby expertly whistle his freight wagon team down the dusty street to the Emporium. The clerk and big Dave Wilson, the proprietor, came out to unload the week’s shipment of goods. To the west, a summer thunderstorm was lazily brewing.

The town of Maynard, named after Jug Maynard’s grandfather, was in the stage of deciding whether it would grow or become another of dozens of used-to-was ghost towns. The placer mining that initially brought folks in was played out to the point that only Slim Bickford was eking out a living on the remaining flakes of gold. Most of the rest of the town supported the cattle business and the dozen or so ranches that bought supplies and used the stock pens to ship herds. If the railroad had not put in a spur when the mining warranted it, the town would have surely died. Now it was being used to ship cattle and for the occasional passenger.

Beside the twenty two homes, there was the bank, the depot, the Emporium, which also had a barber shop, three saloons, a ten room inn inappropriately named 'The Grand Hotel', Betty’s Cafe, and one church that doubled as a school. The Marshal’s office stood alone, along with its one jail cell, on Main Street, also known as Maynard Street.

The thefts had started a month ago, and were things the victims really needed or treasured, which had whipped the town into a fury. They were vowing vengeance when the thief was finally caught, and some were even planning traps. Last night at a town meeting on the thefts, Jeremiah Ford said he was going to rig up a dead-fall, Granny Wilson said she was going to lace a cherry pie with rat poison and set it on a windowsill so the thief would steal it, and Dooby Johnson declared he was rigging a shotgun to go off if anyone tried to break in. All of those proposals and more of the same were discouraged by Marshal Maynard.

“Hell’s bells folks, suppose it’s some damn fool kid? Do you want that on your conscience? Deadfalls? Rigged shotguns? And you, Granny Wilson! A poisoned pie? All of you go on home now and stop plotting murder! Mercy day!”

Hiram Walker finished his sweeping and leaned against a supporting post, absently picking at his teeth with a straw pulled from the broom. Crime of any kind was rare in Maynard because folks were churchgoing and minded their own affairs. Most homes had no locks on the doors other than the inside bars meant to protect from the Indian attacks that never came.

The only murder was when Perry Luke shot his wife Lolly after coming home and finding her with Gilbert Davis, his best friend. The town decided that while her murder was not justified it was at least somewhat understandable, so they simply ordered him to leave town, which he did. Gilbert Davis left with him because after all, they were best friends.

“You want I should put on some coffee, Jug?”

Marshal Maynard scratched his jaw and then shook his head.

“No, let’s wander on down to the Two Bit and have us a cool beer.”

He glanced up at Hiram who had a question in his raised eyebrows. Jug came to his feet and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m buying.”

A cool beer in Wyoming during the summer was a new thing. Some still preferred room temperature suds but many liked the new, colder version. Sam Owens, the owner of the Two Bit Saloon, had a well dug and then built his saloon and bar directly over it. The water in that well was cold all year round, and so was the hand-bottled beer, suspended in a strap iron cage that the bartender was now retrieving with a small winch behind the bar.

Jug paid with a quarter, picked up his change and then he and Hiram took their mugs to a table where they watched Acey Wheeler dealing faro to a pair of cowboys. Acey, despite his name, was an honest dealer, so the cowboys were getting an even break. Just the same, the odds were in the dealer’s favor, so Wheeler was slowly taking their wages.

“Maybe you boys should quit while you still have some Saturday night money.”

Wheeler was offering a way out, so the two cowboys glanced at each other, and then nodded.

Acey Wheeeler smiled. “Put it down to the price of an education.”

Someone shouted something out in the street and then a woman screamed. Jug and Hiram were just coming to their feet when big Dave Wilson came in, looking around wildly in the dimness. Then he spotted the two lawmen.

“That damn thief done took Emma Yancy’s baby girl! You have to come right away, Jug!”

“Get our horses and grab us two shotguns off the rack, Hiram. Meet me at the Yancy place and hurry!”

Emma Yancy had placed little baby Anna in a crib on the back porch where it was cooler so Anna could nap. Emma herself dozed off sitting on the porch swing and when she woke up, Anna was gone. When she saw the boot prints in the dust leading off toward the river, she ran screaming for help. Several men immediately began to follow the trail on foot and others ran to fetch more help. The town was angry enough over the other thefts, but this had sent them over into a blind fury. Someone would pay dearly this time.

The trail led up to the rise of Bald Point, a low granite outcropping, and then disappeared so Hiram went around to the right and Jug went left. The men on foot spread out and started to walk the granite

It was two hours and several frustrating trips around Bald Point before Jug Maynard heard three carefully spaced gunshots back toward town. He waited for Hiram and the two men headed that way, dreading the worst.

“They found her, Jug! She was in that old mining shack the other way down the river! I reckon that jasper what took her laid hisself a false trail. Slim here found her. She’s just fine other than hungry and mad as hell!”

Old Slim Bickford lifted his hat and scratched his head. “See, I was washing out a pan of concentrates when I heard what sounded like a baby a-crying, so I went for a look-see and there she was, big as you please. I fetched her up and brought her down here. I never knew she was missing.”

“Most likely you done took her your ownself!” The unshaven speaker was big and ugly.

“Shut up Ben, or you’ll spend the night in jail.”

Jug Maynard was in no mood to tolerate Ben Moody, the town bully, but Moody had been looking for an excuse to slap the Marshal around some, so he swung a big looping right at him. Jug simply ducked it and slammed the butt of his Greener shotgun hard into Moody’s face, and the fight was over just as suddenly as it had begun.

“Lock him up, Hiram.”

A grinning Hiram Walker nodded. “Should I get Doc for him?”

“Tomorrow will be soon enough. Let him suffer for tonight. Maybe it’ll learn him a lesson.”

“I never knew nothing about her being took, Jug. I swear on my Momma’s grave” Slim Bickford was frightened after being accused.

“Hell Slim, no one thinks you did. In fact, you done a mighty fine thing in leaving a pan that might have been full of gold to go to see about a crying baby.” Jug looked around and the other men nodded solemnly. “In fact, I think mayhap we’ll have us a party come Saturday night just for you!”

The old miner was near tears as the other men slapped him on the back and headed back to town. Jug was the last to leave. “You done just fine, Major Bickford. You surely did.” Both men had fought in the big war but on opposite sides, so Jug came to full attention and crisply saluted the older man who had outranked him in those days. Slim Bickford returned the salute with a flourish.

Jug turned to go and then a thought hit him. “Say Slim, have you seen any strangers about?”

“Well, there has been a campfire of an evening up by the old Clifford place for nigh on a month, but I never seen who it was.” Then he turned to go inspect his pan for gold and Jug set off for town.

It was two more hours before anyone entered the bank and it was less than twenty seconds later before Effie Walters came running back out screaming for the Marshal. Edwin Colt was found bound hand by foot and nearly suffocated with a gag. It seemed that while everyone was out looking for little Anna Yancy, the thief was robbing the bank. Edwin Colt said he had never seen the man before, but described him as a medium height man with dark hair and mustaches, which would easily match half the men in the Wyoming territory.

No one else had seen him and no one knew which way he was headed or what sort of horse he rode. With nearly four hours since he left town, any tracks were long obliterated. Jug Maynard knew he’d been snookered.

“We’ve been played for fools sure enough, Hiram. I’ll lay odds that all that fool thievery was just to get us worked up and mad so that when little Anna was taken, we’d all lose our heads which is just what we done. However, there may be something to that there campfire Slim saw so let’s ride on up there.”

They sat their horses for a long time, gazing at the collection strewn on the front porch of the dilapidated home that used to house the Clifford family. Joe Walsh’s tool box was there and so was Maggie Pritchard’s porch rocker along with many other items. There were plenty of tracks about, but the soil was so sandy that identification was not possible. Jug Maynard shook his head sadly.

“All we can do is hope he makes a mistake, Hiram. We have nothing to go on. Not one damn thing.”

The two dejected men wheeled their horses for the slow and defeated walk back to town. They had failed.



Nearly twenty miles to the west, the man with dark hair and mustaches poked the coals of his campfire and moved the coffee pot closer. His saddlebags were under his saddle and both would pillow his head for the night. A light rain from a dying storm cooled off the night and occasionally hissed when a stray drop or two touched his fire.

He grinned again at how he had bamboozled the entire town and made a clean escape, Why, there must be nigh on to six thousand in gold in those bags. He chuckled, poured another cup of coffee, and cut himself a third big slice. “There ain’t nothin’ better than a cherry pie,” he thought to himself, “especially one stole off a window sill, even if it does taste a bit off.”
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For my buddy Mike Blue, who prods me now and then!

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 months ago from The Beautiful South

      Ha ha ha! Great story with a terrific ending!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Jackie! It was fun to write.

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      Daisy Mariposa 4 months ago from Orange County (Southern California)

      What a terrific story, Will! I especially liked the clever ending.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Daisy!

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 4 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Granny Wilson was true to her word. Great story, Will. I enjoyed reading it.

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      Becky Katz 4 months ago from Hereford, AZ

      Really cute Will. Good to see you back for a visit.

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      RoadMonkey 4 months ago

      Glad to see another of your stories, I have missed them. Great ending.

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      diogenes 4 months ago

      Will. Will, Will!!!

      Simply marvelous! I don't know whether you are getting any recognition in larger markets, but you definitely could be. Great tale; your best by me. Still smiling over the ending; poetic justice...

      Thanks for this one.

      Bob

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      Chris Mills 4 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      I never took you for a dancing man, Will, but you do like the Twist, don't you? And a double one at that, thanks to Granny Wilson. Good story.

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      James A Watkins 4 months ago from Chicago

      Great story. I love the fascinating bit about making beer the old fashioned way. But my favorite line was: "After all, they were best friends." And of course, your closing lines are classic. Well done. Author Author!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Phyllis! I'll be sending you a note later.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Becky! Any errors?

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi RM! How's the PhD coming?

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Someday Cam, I'll omit the twist and really confuse folks.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you Jimmy! Beer was often down cooled in wells before the days refrigeration, although some liked it room temp.

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      Ann Carr 4 months ago from SW England

      Superb, Will, and I didn't even see that ending coming! Your stories are always so well structured with that special humour of yours. I thoroughly enjoyed this one.

      Ann

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Bob (Diogenes),

      I somehow skipped over you, but thank you for the kind words. I've decided to flesh out a couple of my short stories into full novels. We'll see how that works out.

      Bill

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you kindly, Ann!

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      Genna East 4 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Hello, Will. What a pleasure it was to see your name pop up in my e-mail with a new short story. You are one of my favorite story-tellers. There is such an ease to your writing. We close our eyes for an instant, and we're there, on the dusty streets of Maynard, Wyoming. I loved the name, "Two Bit," for the saloon. Your characters are always so life-like. What a surprise twist that Granny Wilson made her "special" cherry pie. We never saw it coming. "The Failure" is the perfect title. Wonderful writing.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you Genna! Things don't always work out the way we want, but they always work out the way they're supposed to!

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      Old Poolman 4 months ago

      Now this is going to be a good day for me. My favorite Western author is back in the saddle and handing out these great stories to his long list of fans.

      Glad to see you back in action WillStarr, you have been missed.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      HaHa, I love the twist at the end. What a story teller you are! It read like, " Little House On The Prairie " only better. So glad you are back on HP.

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      John Gentile 4 months ago from Connecticut

      A well written, entertaining short story! Very good ending; Exactly what the title of the short story foretold.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Mike!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hiya Ruby and thank you!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi John and thank you!

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      Nell Rose 4 months ago from England

      LOL! loved it! always a great story from you Bill!

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      Randy Godwin 4 months ago from Southern Georgia

      Another great tale as I always expect from you, Will. Too long a wait though! :)

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Nell!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Randy! I'll try to do better

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      Carolee Samuda 4 months ago from Jamaica

      Yikes, he got the rat poison! God one Will.

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      Ronnie Sowell 4 months ago from South Carolina

      Love this story, Will! You write this stuff like you lived through those years, how old are you anyway? LOL! The writer in me was trying to figure out the end when I got close but I just did not see it coming. Awesome, made my day!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Will, that's what I love about your stories' I never see the twist coming and it's such a surprise!

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      RoadMonkey 4 months ago

      Hi @Will Starr, Fancy remembering about the Ph.D. Finished it! Completed and graduated last December 2016! Thank you for asking.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Carolee!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Hi Ronnie! Sometimes I think I did live another life in the old west!

      ^-^

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Ruby!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Well congratulations, RM! Well done!

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      Paula 4 months ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

      Will...You NEVER disappoint! Really great story with a Starr twist.....haven't heard from you in a while. Nice treat today! Peace, Paula

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Paula!

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      Audrey Hunt 4 months ago from Nashville Tn.

      A treat to see you again Will. Your life-like characters draw me into another place and time. Terrific ending. Fantastic writing my friend.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you Audrey and good to see you too!

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      kendall price 4 months ago

      I enjoyed it as always. would you care if i share your story.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you Kendall and of course you can share it!

      Kendall Price lived down the road a piece when we lived in a Kentucky holler many years ago. He was the man of the family at a very young age and part of the inspiration for several of my stories. I'm proud to know him.

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Excellent. Don't know exactly why but this reminded me of a fellow Arizona son, Marty Robbins. I figure that is compliment enough.

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Marty Robbins was born in Glendale AZ, and someone I once knew went to school with his niece and that person's father went to school with Little Jimmy Dickens, the country star who discovered Robbins. What a coincidence!

      Robbins was an amazing man, and his bio is filled with accomplishments like NASCAR driver, hit song writer, WWII Navy veteran, and of course, one of the best voices in country music. His 'Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs' album has inspired more than one story for me, and perhaps this one too unknowingly.

      Thank you Eric!

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      Eric Dierker 4 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      So cool. I watched him perform at the Sedona Art Barn. It is good to see Cowboy Artists like yourself thrive.

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      Bill Holland 4 months ago from Olympia, WA

      This should be required reading for anyone thinking of being a writer of fiction. It is the perfect balance of narrative, action, and dialogue, the big three of creative writing. Excellent work, Will!

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      WillStarr 4 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Bill Holland!

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      mckbirdbks 3 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hello Bill - I see you are back in full style. This is another well written story complete with one of your trademark endings.

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      WillStarr 3 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you for the kind words, Mike, and thank you too for the many times you've given me some much appreciated, expert assistance.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 months ago from Central Florida

      So, the thief gets his just desserts - literally!

      I always love your stories, Will. So glad Mike Blue prodded you into this one!

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      WillStarr 3 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Shauna!

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      Martie Coetser 3 months ago from South Africa

      This was a delightful read!

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      WillStarr 3 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Martie!

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      Peg Cole 3 months ago from Dallas, Texas

      I could picture the town, the townsfolk, the horses and the cherry pie from your exquisite detail, Will. Your stories are always great reading. Loved the ruse and the well-deserved ending.

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      WillStarr 3 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Peg!

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      Louise Powles 2 months ago from Norfolk, England

      That's a great story! I really enjoyed reading it.

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      WillStarr 2 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Thank you, Louise and thank you too for the follow!

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