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Updated April 30th 2006

Judge Henry Callahan was an honest man. He took the law and justice seriously and was intelligent enough to have realized long ago they often had little to do with one another.

His circuit court included a large stretch of Texas and the panhandle and he worked hard to ensure that a man arrested in his region received a fair trial even if he was guilty as hell.

He also knew that the circuits around him were often not as unbiased and that having a judge in your pocket was something the large ranch owners in the area took pride in. Which was why he was so surprised when the telegram came directing him to Flint Rock.

The town was built, bought and run by a Texas rancher named Bo Michaels and some said just existed for his and his family's amusement and use. His family included 2 brothers and a sister, just as mean as he was, all inherited from their late father. Everyone knew the law, the courts and government in that section was under his control. Michaels wouldn't let a man like him in to decide something unless this part of Texas had turned upside down; and pulling his buggy to a stop at the entrance to town he sat back and decided it had.

The four lawmen with him, also honest and also requested, stopped and drew their horses in and just stared.

"Was it a tornado?" one of the deputies gasped.

"If it was there had to be at least two of them," another decided.

Callahan leaned forward hoping it would make more sense if he squinted. The town looked like it had been hoorahed by the escapees from an opening of the flood gates of hell. Buildings were smashed to rubble, outhouses on roofs, and bathtubs in trees. Some were burnt to the ground and were still smoldering. And everywhere there was debris, clothes, tin cans, sacks of feed. It was as if some great giant had picked up the town and shook it.

"It seems we got here a little too late to stop whatever it was that happened," Judge Callahan said exhaling. "What exactly did your telegram say Sheriff?"

"Just to get down here, some miscarriage of justice had been averted and they wanted impartial law sorting it out."

"Well something was averted, but it certainly wasn't Armageddon," the Judge said dryly and clicking the reins moved his horses forward.

"Sure is quiet," a deputy said swallowing.

"I hear something up ahead," his friend said drawing his gun from its all ready unhooked holster.

Turning the corner the group once more stopped in disbelief.

Originally, and this they were certain about, a saloon had not been next door to the jail. This saloon in particular, the Golden Slipper, had been across the street and four doors down; and yet now here it sat cozied right up to the jail even to the point of sharing a wall…well if there had been a wall.

Oh the jail still had three…or the one cell that remained standing did. The door was still firmly bolted, not that it mattered much with the roof gone.

Tucked right along next to it was the main floor of the saloon. There was still the bar and the beer kegs and the hurdy gurdy was playing happily, but as far as any permanent building it was clean gone except for a stairwell that led up, but that was about it.

Several tables were set up, but all the attention was on a poker game half in the jail and half in the saloon between 7 men. A second group of men were watching cheering enthusiastically as each hand finished.

At the bar an older blond woman was cleaning glasses and yelling at the cowboys to stop shooting at the ceiling until she got one again.

Judge Callahan considered all this and then putting the brake on his buggy climbed down and handed the reins to a young man nearby and walked over to the group just congratulating a handsome dark haired young man on his winnings.

"Gentlemen," he said with great dignity. "I am Judge Callahan. Ranger Pearson is that you?" he said suddenly recognizing one of the poker players

"Yes sir," the lawman said standing politely. "Good of you to come sir."

"I don't suppose you could give me a quick synopsis about why?"

"This gentleman here sir is Sheriff Lom Trevors of Porterville, Wyoming," the Ranger said indicating the man playing poker from inside the jail.

"I read about him, something about being arrested and convicted of murder. I see their report that the hanging was supposed to take place yesterday was an error."

"Ah yes sir," Trevors said standing politely. "Little difference of opinion on that."

Someone almost laughed, but swallowed it quickly when the Judge's steely gaze settled over the other members of the group.

"And the rest of you are?"

"Friends of Sheriff Trevors. I'm Joshua Smith and this is Mr. Thaddeus Jones of Wyoming," the dark haired winner of the last poker hand said standing with a friendly smile.

"Judge," his partner said standing just as respectfully.

"Marshall Jared Stone out of Colorado," another man said rising.

"My we do have quite a group of lawmen here don't we."

"And Bannermen!" a voice popped up from the bar where a thin weasel faced man was leaning. "Harry Briscoe sir at your service."

"Patrick J. McCreedy," a larger older man said relighting his cigar.

"Rancher at Red Rock?" the Judge asked.

"That I am," McCreedy said clearly feeling he was important enough he didn't have to stand.

"And this here is Wheat Carlson, Jim Stokely, Trampas and my cousin…" Trevors finished.

"Folks call me the Virginian," the tall man said rising and the Judge quickly noted the similarity.

"And the lovely lady behind the bar?" the Judge said, once a southern gentleman, always a southern gentleman.

"Jenny, Judge can I buy you a drink?"

"I think a bottle ma'am would be more useful," he sighed looking around. "I don't suppose there is a hotel left?"

"Oh yes sir!" the one named Jones said heartily. "Best one in town!”

"Course it is missing the front wall, but you get a real nice breeze off the prairie at night, you'll sleep like a baby," the one named Smith smiled.

“I’m sure I will,” the Judge said dryly.

“Riley here will take your bags over Judge,” Jenny smiled quickly indicating the boy who had taken his carriage reins.

"Thank you," he said and taking the bottle Jenny offered him moved to return to his carriage. "I'd like to have some supper and then perhaps I can start hearing this amazing tale one at a time, I'll let you gentlemen work out the order.” He stopped. “I don’t suppose I want to know what happened to the rest of the town."

"Well that's kind of a long story Judge…" Smith smiled cheerfully.

The Judge held up his hand and walked away. "I can hardly wait."

Want to hear everyone's version of what happened? Read on!

Karen McVeigh
Ann Stolfa
Dana De Vos
Marti Carlson
Sharon Kennison
Tina Belcher
Drena Hills

Halloween Round Robin! Ann wrote the beginning of a spooky ASJ Halloween story and the writers from our list all took a turn giving their version of how it ended! Here is what we came up with one dark and stormy night!

Beth Hinkle
Ann Stolfa
Dana De Vos
Kara Wilson & Tina Belcher
Sharon Kennison
Susan Moore
Terri Sutro
Drena Hills
 

Our Writers:

Aviva

(Aviva is a Heyes fan from St Louis, an amazing nurse and Queen of Carthage.  She also knows everything…really!  Aviva’s gift is the ability to take things that have bothered fans for years and explain them with wit, charm and such insightfulness one begins to suspect she got the explanation from Mr. Heyes himself.) 

LET IT GO
THE SCOUT


Tina Belcher
tcbelcher@yahoo.com
(Tina is a Heyes fan out of pony express country in Missouri.  She works with troubled teens, which may explain how she gets the guys so right in her stories!  Tina’s stories make the reader feel like they have wandered into the Leader’s cabin at Devil’s Hole just as Heyes is sitting down to entertain the gang with ‘his’ version of what really happened!)


HOME AND SAFE

NICODEMUS

SONNY ONE SO TRUE
THE TROUBLE WITH PRAIRIE DOGS
MASTER OF PROVIDENCE
 


Marti Carlson
(Marti is a Heyes lady and a  wrangler who hails from Austin, Texas and rides both the four wheel and the four legged kind of Mustang!  She is the queen of the cowgirls and her love of the west shows in her story telling, which is fun, insightful and very, very true to the heart and soul of what makes Mr. Heyes and Mr. Curry's partnership so special.)

WITH THE TOSS OF A COIN
 


Carla

DEEP DOWN


Dana DeVos
devos@yahoo.com

Hannibal Heyes snorted in disbelief. "Will you look at this? And she claims to be a writer?” Kid's questioning gaze was answered with an angry shake of the paper in Heyes' hand. "Here's what Dana has to say to describe herself for the web site: from San Marcos, Texas; 53; mother of two wonderful, talented, funny sons with great taste in girlfriends; teaches 7th-grade Texas History."

"S'truth, ain't it? Except for the 53 part; that can't be right."
Heyes stared at his cousin and lifelong partner, amazed he was missing the point. "Well, yes, I suppose it's all true. We never met her sons or the girlfriends, but I'll take that on faith. But it doesn't say anything about who she really is. Nothing about how her family's been in Texas for six
generations or how much she loves

teaching about it. And how about that teaching: nothing about her awards from the Daughters of the Republic of Texas in Austin, nothing about the games and crafts she uses to teach,
or even the characters

she pretends to be to bring them to life for the kids. Or how she makes the costumes for that herself."

"You know what else she didn't mention?" Kid realized his favorite aspect of Dana was nowhere on the list, either. "I know she doesn't want to brag, but that woman can cook! It should at least talk about her pies and sourdough bread."

"She doesn't even mention acting and singing in plays, or playing the piano and those hand bells. Remember Kyle watching her play that whole table full of bells by herself?  Talk about a frog in a hail
storm." Heyes dug around in his desk drawer for pen and paper, intent on improving the author's blurb. Kid watched, suggesting a few pertinent things like biscuits and blueberry pie. And he had one question for his partner. "Heyes, what the hell's a web site?"

  A HARRIED JOURNEY
WHAT DO YOU THINK THE ODDS ARE...
UNION COLONY CHRISTMAS


Drena Hills
Bannockburn626@yahoo.com

(Drena hates goodbyes, which is why the ‘21 Days to Tenstrike’ is her favorite Alias Smith and Jones episode.  For upon seeing this episode right after Mr. Duel died Drena realized she hadn’t lost Mr. Heyes at all.  He would always be around as long as  new stories about him and Mr. Curry were being written, which is why she is so happy to have friends like these!  She also wishes to mention that Kid is cuter and someday intends to collect a kiss from him for every story she’s written about him.) Editor's note: Drena also forgot to mention that she keeps magic and imagination and fun in her friends' lives and this world would be a much less interesting and darker place without her in it.

CANVAS


Beth Hinkle

(Beth is from Southern California, a Heyes fan and able to use both sides of her brain being a computer genius and the most creative miniature artist in the world.  We’ve only been able to get this one story out of her, but it conjures up such a wonderfully imaginative ‘what if’ that it instantly convinces us it really is a ‘could have been’!) 

TRIP OF A LIFE TIME


Kellie Ingle
Kellie was a fierce Texan and a devoted Kid fan who lost a hard-fought battle with cancer in July 2003 - we, her friends, loved her and miss her very much

NIGHT OF THE WOLF
CHANGE OF HEART

KINDNESS OF STRANGERS
LUCKY CHARM
THE BET


Sharon Kennison
skenn59@yahoo.com
(Sharon is a Missouri Heyes fan who is a clever seamstress and amazing nurse.  With eloquent, disarming simplicity she crafts tales of tenderness and compassion and sometimes heart aching memories.)

BROKEN PROMISES, BROKEN HEART
CHILDHOOD DREAMS AND WISHES

PAST NOT FORGOTTEN
RETURN OF THE MAGIC
RIGHTING HISTORY
WILD HORSE ADVENTURE
RETURN TO DEVILS HOLE
JOURNALS
THE LONG RIDE
 


Denise Meyers
Pathsearcher1@yahoo.com
(Denise is a New York State Heyes fan, ex marine, and the most intrepid scout leader on the eastern seaboard!  Denise’s stories have heart and hope and firmly capture the pulse of the old west).
 

BELIEVE
KID CURRY AT THE BLUE MAGNOLIA BORDELLO
 


Susan Moore
Bmoore1703@aol.com
(Susan is a Heyes fan out of Missouri who runs her own business with Parker the wonder dog (oh her family helps too).  Susan specializes in evoking the sights and sounds of the old west with magic, heart, humor and we suspect the slightest trace of pixie dust! )

 
FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

MORIAH (Another Time)
PETE GOES TO TOWN
  BETTER SIDE OF THE COIN
THE TICKET
 


Mick Pinkerton
michellepinkerton@hotmail.com
(Mick is from Texas, a Heyes fan and a nurse.  Her stories sometimes cast a long shadow.  They awaken remembrances and stir longings we thought we had forgotten as she helps Heyes and Curry find their way back home.)

A BANNER OF LOYALTY
AND I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY

CHEATING THE DEVIL
PREACHER
TEXAS TWIST IN TIME

 


Ann Stolfa
Annstolfa@yahoo.com
(Ann is a Heyes fan who hails from Oklahoma.  In her spare time she is a super hero called El Smacko who fights injustice as only the Sicilians can.  She has a wonderful wistful imagination and enormous warmth of feeling that draws the reader in and makes them experience the adventure right along with Heyes and Curry.)

COMING HOME
FINDING A WAY HOME
FOR BETTER OR WORSE
OH BABY
PERCHANCE TO DREAM
REINDEER GAMES
RETRIBUTION AND REDEMPTION
STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES
THE ANNOYANCE IN BOXCAR #3
YOU’RE NO BUNNY TILL SOME BUNNY LOVES YOU

 


Terri Sutro
terrias@comcast.net
(Terri is a Heyes fan from Southern California, heads the United Way (all right she helps head it, but she does all the work) and is the only person we know who has the right shoes to watch each ASJ episode.  Terri doesn’t write stories she creates word paintings, weaving passionate tantalizing tales from the places she visits and objects she touches.)


EVER
THE LUCK OF THE IRISH
LADY OF THE LIGHT
MISS ADDIE'S BOYS

MY COUSIN THE DEPUTY
ONE NIGHT IN NOWHERE
THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT
THE HAIRCUT
THE SAFE
TOPPER WAS RIGHT
 


Kara "Bob" Wilson
kararumac@yahoo.com
(Kara is a Texas ninja and a Kid fan who when she isn’t standing in for Bart in Rock Ridge helps Jack when Urgo gets unruly.  Kara, Bob to her friends who can never say her name right, has a delightfully wicked unpredictable way with words that leads the reader not only back through time, but down the occasional rabbit hole as well!)

PARTNERS
RETRIBUTION

TORTURE

 

 

 

 

 

Kid and Heyes try to start a literary society at Devil's Hole, with mixed success...

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