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  • ISBN-13: 9780786259250
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 11/14/2003
  • Pages: 636
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.82 (h) x 1.33 (d)

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The Cowboy with the Tiffany Gun


By Aaron Latham

Thorndike Press

Copyright © 2003 Aaron Latham
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0786259256

Chapter 1


BOOM!

Revelie ducked, then crouched. Emotions exploded in her head: She hated the sound of guns. She despised what guns could do. She loathed what she herself had done with a gun, for she had done the worst thing. Now this frightened man-killer found herself crouching at the feet of her son, who stood tall and fearless. Of course he wasn't afraid. He had never seen what guns were capable of because she had never allowed guns to come near him. She had carefully shielded him from their violence all his life. The mother understood why she was afraid -- while her boy was fearless -- but she still felt a little silly.

"Please help me up," said Revelie, extending her hand.

"Okay, Mumsy," said Percy, sounding younger than his seventeen years. Taking her hand, he lifted her gently. "Don't be ascared."

"That's not a word, Percy. It's not in the dictionary. You must always speak correctly. Please."

Soon mother and son were once again promenading along Atlantic Avenue, which skirted the Boston Harbor. They walked south with the water on their left.

"They're just playing," said Percy, "because it's the Fourth." He pointed. "See."

"Percy, don't point," said his mother, who nonetheless looked in thedirection he was pointing.

Revelie saw a paddle-wheel steamship with a dozen cannon pointed right at her. Bright American flags with thirty-four stars waved above the ship's crowded decks. All hands had turned out to enjoy the sun and fire the cannon. She told herself that they were surely firing blanks, but she had a hard time believing it. She saw smoke. BOOM! This time she cringed instead of ducking. She told herself that she was making progress.

Revelie -- who was still beautiful at forty-three years of age -- tried to concentrate on the beauty of the harbor scene. She was slightly taller than average. Her hair was now light brown with rare silver threads running through it. Her ample but tightly laced figure continued to conform to the hourglass ideal. Her legs were concealed under her ankle-length skirt.

The harbor was filled with dozens of other ships with sails or steam engines -- even some with both -- all flying starry banners. Revelie picked out a favorite, a tall sailing ship with three masts and square sails. Sailors stood shoulder to shoulder on the great crossbars -- yardarms -- so they looked like birds on a wire. She hoped they wouldn't fall.

Strolling along, they passed wharves, all of which had huge warehouses built on them: great, fat fingers of commerce reaching out into the harbor. First came Lewis Wharf, then Commercial Wharf, T Wharf, and the longest, Long Wharf. Slow horse-drawn wagons piled with goods rolled past them.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Revelie shuddered. She had always loved Boston because it was so civilized, so insulated from raw violence, ruled by law instead guns. Except on the Fourth, apparently. Guns had won the Revolution and guns were used to celebrate its victory. She understood it, but she didn't have to like it.

"Let's get out of here," said Percy.

"Thank you," said his mother.

At India Wharf, they turned right and walked up India Street where they moved in the shadow of four-story, red-brick buildings. Their cobblestone path bent to the right. None of the streets were straight. They passed the Chamber of Commerce with its pointed roof that looked like a wizard's cap. At the Custom House -- a "Roman" temple with six fluted columns and a domed roof -- India Street ran into State Street and disappeared. A couple of blocks later, State changed its name to Court Street. These lanes were crooked, changeable things. Now buggies and carriages joined the wagons moving up and down the narrow streets.

"Be careful," said Revelie. "Don't get run over."

Then she regretted her motherly timidity. The guns in the harbor had unnerved her.

"Don't worry," said Percy.

But his mother couldn't help worrying. The world had convinced her a long time ago that it was a dangerous place. She considered it her paramount duty as a mother to defend her child against dangerous weapons, dangerous people, dangerous situations. She had named him Percy in part because it seemed such a safe name. Percys didn't get into fights, did they? Percys didn't go looking for trouble. Percys didn't throw their lives away. Percys wrote poems and obeyed their mothers.

Of course, Revelie sometimes worried that maybe she was too protective: worried that she worried too much. After all, Percy certainly looked like a young man who could take care of himself. He was six feet two inches tall and weighed a thin 175 pounds, more or less. He had dark brown hair, a straight nose, a few freckles, and changeable eyes that sometimes seemed blue and other times looked brown. He wore a black frock coat, snug cream-colored trousers, and a large, loosely tied cravat. He had left his top hat at home. His mother admired his grace: He walked gracefully, turned his head gracefully, moved his hands gracefully. And he had the spontaneity of a child.

On the left loomed the elegant Old State House built of bright red brick. It had a second-floor balcony, a steeple, and a lion and a unicorn on the roof.

"They read the Declaration of Independence from that balcony back in '76," said Revelie.

"Mumsy, you tell me that every Fourth."

"Do I, dear?"

"Why do you think I picked this street?"

"I see. What is our next port of call?"

"The Common. Okay with you?"

"Of course."

"The Common. Then the Garden. Then home."

"Very good."

When they reached Tremont, they turned left and there before them stretched those twin parks: the Boston Common and the Public Garden. They were actually Siamese twins since they were forever joined by a shared fence.

"Oh, no," said Revelie.

"What's the matter?" asked Percy.

She was so rattled that she pointed. Her son followed her aim and saw a dozen great guns lined up in a row on the Parade Ground in the far corner of the Common.

"More cannon," she said. "They're not going to start shooting too, are they?"

"Don't know." Her son smiled.

"I certainly hope not."

Behind the cannon were the troops. A company of blue-clad soldiers were showing off their skill at close-order drilling: slapping their rifles, shouldering their arms, lowering them, lifting them, twirling them like batons. Revelie shivered.

"I hate all these guns, guns, guns," she said. "They're so dangerous."

"Sorry," he said. "Let's go see the Garden."

"Good. Thank you."

They passed through a long, narrow shadow cast by the Army and Navy Monument, which consisted of a single column with a warrior standing on top. Revelie found this shade cold and shivered. Following a well-trodden path, they approached the double gate that connected the Boston Common to the Public Garden.

"I like the Garden better anyway," said Revelie.

"Me, too," said Percy.

"Don't say 'me, too,'" she corrected. "Say, 'So do I.'"

Revelie criticized herself for being so critical, but she had hoped sending him away to Andover Academy would change him. Rid him of what she thought of as "baby talk," but it hadn't. And he was supposed to go to Harvard in the fall. Would he fit in? Would they make fun of him? She hoped her overprotectiveness hadn't contributed to his seeming reluctance to grow up.

Revelie stopped to enjoy the beauty of the Garden's large pond with a fountain in the middle. She preferred the sound of gurgling water to booming fieldpieces. She glanced back over her left shoulder to make sure nobody was lighting any fuses, but trees blocked her view. They crossed the bridge to the other side of the pond, where they found George Washington blocking their way. The father of his country rode a proud horse and wore a three-cornered hat while his bronze eyes stared unblinkingly at the horizon.

"Let's go see what's going on over there," said Percy, pointing.

Copyright 2003 by Aaron Latham.



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