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EJ

 

 

The Boy In The Man

 

 

(In memory of James Stacy the man who brought Johnny Madrid Lancer to life. We miss you.)

Murdoch leaned back in his desk chair and stared out the large window. Lost in thought about his younger son, and relishing those times Johnny let the boy out to play.

Last month Johnny had slid down the banister and nearly knocked Maria off her feet. He chuckled remembering how Maria had boxed his son’s ears and scolded him in rapid fire Spanish. It brought back memories of a two-year old receiving the same scolding after trying to climb up on the banister. 

Murdoch stood and headed for the drinks cart, he poured his favorite scotch, took a sip, and ambled back to his desk. He stood at the window watching his sons work in the corral. He knew if he watched long enough he would see Johnny morph into little brother ready to torment his big brother. 

Last week Scott announced he was going into town alone, and refused to say why. Johnny naturally couldn’t let it go and transformed into little brother-the pest. He trailed Scott to the bath house, but came back pouting he had been locked out. While Scott was trying to dress Johnny was pacing the room and grabbing at the clothes. Finally a large bang then stomping down the stairs announced that Scott had thrown little brother out of the room. 

Yesterday he had to referee a fight between Teresa and Johnny when he was caught sneaking the cookies she had baked for the orphanage picnic. Johnny had managed to decimated a whole sheet of the treat before being caught. Unfortunately for his son, the thief had failed to remove the evidence of his crime. Cookie crumbs clung to his cheeks and the milk mustache he sported sealed his fate. When Maria heard the commotion she ran in from the garden and that night - his son sat on a pillow during supper.

Murdoch grinned when he saw Scott wrestle Johnny into a head lock and drag the squirming boy from the corral. He pulled his chair closer to the window, and sat down for the show. 

Murdoch wasn’t going to miss any of the next ‘big brother vs little brother’ escapade.

 

~ end ~
September 2016

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