Friday, July 27, 2012

Now Playing: One Arm Lightning 
New to these parts? To start the story from the
One Arm Lightning 1

Episode Fourteen of One Arm Lightning

Episode Thirteen concluded with:

             “Meantime, Mr. Torveen, could you draw me a map of how to get to the Franklin Ranch?”
            “Yes, but--”
            “I understand that Pete Franklin’s mother is still alive--”
            “Yes, but--”
            “I hate to impose on her grief. Of course, I know that her son, Pete, was killed by Wes in a gunfight. But an interview is necessary. If you could please draw that map.”
            Forrest Connors and Buck Torveen both appeared confused by Lowrie’s orders. But Dehner noticed the slight smile on Rebecca’s face. Rance figured Rebecca hadn’t smiled much since her brother’s death. The detective hoped that he and Bertram Lowrie could help the young woman in her grief and bring her some sense of justice being done.

Episode Fourteen

Bertram Lowrie was enjoying the ride alone to the Franklin ranch. The surrounding land prompted him to recall the dream that had brought him to America. He would be a cattleman with a huge ranch, and, of course, he would be rich.
            Bertram Lowrie had gotten his ranch, but the riches never came. In fact, the ranch lost money. So he had abandoned the cattle business and started a detective agency. Would the Lowrie Detective agency make him rich?
            Lowrie sighed and decided to forget the dreams. There was work to be done. He reached into his pocket and checked the map Buck Torveen had drawn for him. The Franklin spread should be right over the large hill that was immediately ahead.
            A flash of light winked at him from a large rock near the top of the hill, causing the detective to drop from his horse. Lowrie hit the ground as a bullet passed inches above his saddle. The horse neighed and ran, taking with it the Henry in the saddle boot. Lowrie would have to make do with his .44.
            He scrambled toward a pile of small boulders near the bottom of the hill. Another rifle shot punctuated his run. Dropping behind the boulders, the former military man planned an offensive attack.
            The enemy would be expecting him to remain at the foot of the hill or make a run for a small boulder that was up the hill to his right. He would run for the thick grove of trees on his left side. The spruces provided less safety but from there he could make a run for a large boulder near where the enemy was perched. The closer location would make his .44 a more deadly weapon.
            Lowrie dashed up the hill. The enemy took another shot, this one flying over his head. As he took shelter behind one of the larger trees, Lowrie noted that his attacker appeared to have a bandanna pulled up over the lower half of his face.
            The enemy expected him to pause and rest for a few minutes, so he took off immediately, this time firing at his attacker. One of his bullets ricocheted off the large rock which provided the enemy’s cover.
            As he approached the end of the dash, Lowrie tripped and fell behind the boulder that had been his goal. He quickly rodded out the empty cartridges in his .44 and reloaded. He was ready to bring down the enemy.
            The sound of stones tumbling down the hillside was followed by fast hoofbeats. Lowrie peered cautiously around his cover to see a rider vanishing over the hillside. Bertram ran to the top of the hill and looked down. “The rotter is either lucky or a good horseman,” Lowrie said to himself. “He’s made it to the bottom without crippling his horse.” 
            Bertram Lowrie turned and looked back. He could spot his horse nibbling at a patch of grass. As he walked downwards, he thought about the attack he had just survived.
            Only a very small number of people knew he was riding out to the Franklin place. Someone didn’t want a detective talking to the mother of Pete Franklin. And  Lowrie  couldn’t be sure that the someone was a man.
            Bertram Lowrie laughed softly to himself. “Apprehending a ghost can get bloody complicated.”

Monday: Episode Fifteen of One Arm Lightning