Little Richie: Chapter one.

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Richie was ten years old today, 1863. It was at this age when he started work on his family ranch. When he was grown, he moved out and started a happy life. All this changed one day as disaster struck. After the tragic death of his parents, he will stop at nothing to find the man who took everything from him.

Submitted: September 17, 2010

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Submitted: September 17, 2010



“Richie! Wake up!” Richie heard his father yell. It was Richie’s 10th birthday today. He was named after his father, Richard. Richie was born in 1853, but as of today, January 16, 1863, he was 10. 10 years old was when Richie started work on his parents’ ranch. He didn’t feel the need to complain because most of the children he knew from school started when they were only 6 years old.
“Clara! You wake up too! Richie could use some help on his first day!” His father exclaimed. Clara was Richie’s sister, born in 1849. Come october 12th, she would be 14. Richie stumbled out of bed, and got on his new work clothes. The shirt was a little faded, and somewhat torn at the bottom. His pants were even worse. Black patches covered up tears in the cotton. Richie ran downstairs, he was so excited to finally start work on the fields.
He rushed outside, Clara followed behind, slowly. She looked rather annoyed. Richie’s father sniffed the morning air, and exhaled with satisfaction. “It’s a good morning in Nebraska, son.” He told Richie.
“What do we do first, Pa?” He asked, very eager to start.
“Not, we son, you. I can’t help you at all, I can only tell you what to do. First, you herd the cattle out to the pasture, by the river. Get some water by that river too, with this.” Richie’s father handed him a raccoon skin water sack. “After that, you’ll have to feed the chickens and the pigs, can you do all that for me son?”
“Sure Pa, I’ll be done before dinner time!” Richie said, confidently.
“Good son, I’ll be inside with your mother if you need me. Richie got on his family’s horse, Bonnie. Richie had done enough horse riding training 2 years ago, so he was ready to go. He was about to herd the cattle when he heard his sister calling.
“Richie! Richie!” I’ll cut you a deal, I’ll feed them animals while you herd them cattle and get some fresh water. Does that sound like a deal?
“Deal!” He said. “Come on girl!” Richie said to Bonnie, while using his spurs. They were off. The Nebraska sunrise was beautiful. Bonnie’s brown complexion was shining in the sunrise. Richie approached the cattle herd. “Left, and right. Left, and right.” He said to himself, and thats just what he did. He started riding left to right behind the herd to keep them centered. The river was now in sight. Instead of the grass being dead and faded grayish and yellowish, the grass near the river was vibrant green. Richie stopped once they had reached the pasture.
The cattle began to graze happily. Richie got off of bonnie. “Don’t you go nowhere now girl.” He told her. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and walked to the river. He kneeled down on one knee. Richie scooped the water with the water sack until he was sure it was full. Satisfied by all he had done so far, Richie put the cap on the water sack, got back on Bonnie, and left the cattle to graze. “Alright girl, let’s get back home.” He said to Bonnie.
Richie returned to the family ranch to see Clara feeding the pigs. He saw that she had not fed the chickens yet. After Richie had hitched Bonnie at the post, he ran over to Clara. “After you’re done with the pigs, you can go inside, I’ll feed them chickens.” He said.
“Thanks Richie.” Clara responded. Richie got a big bag of chicken feed, and put it in its container. He got a metal triangle and a metal stick, and rang the triangle. That 2
was all the chickens needed to hear. In mere seconds, they flocked the eating area. He then looked up at the sky. He could tell by the sun that it was high noon.

“Hey Richie! Come in here for a minute!” Richie’s father yelled from the back door. He ran to the back door.
“What do you need Pa?”
“Son, I need some items for the well that we are going to build, do you think you can go into town with the ol’ pack mule?
“Really? All by my self, Pa?” Richie asked.
“Sure, you’re a man now. The mule’s right over there.” Richie’s father pointed to the chicken coop. “Now, here’s a list, and 120 dollars. Don’t go loosing it, Son. He took the list and the money and walked over to the pack mule.
“Let’s see, Pa needs, some wood, two shovels, and a lot of nails. You think you can carry all that Boy?” Richie stroked the mules neck. “Come on boy!” He grabbed the leash attached to the mule, and headed into town. “In to town, all by myself!” He said to himself. Richie approached the town’s sign. It read, Young Fella’s rest welcomes you. He started to look around for the general store. As he was looking, he bumped into someone. As Richie looked up, he saw the face of an old grizzly man.
“Watch where the hell you’re going, kid!” He said, bluntly. The man kept on walking. Richie got up and dusted himself off. With another glance around, he saw the general store.
“Ah! There it is!” He trotted along to the store, and hitched the mule on the post outside. “Wait out here boy, I’ll be right back.” He said to the mule before opening the door and walking in. He approached the counter. “Excuse me sir, I’d like to make a purchase.” He said.
“Huh? What? Who’s there?” The store clerk said; he couldn’t see Richie over the counter. The clerk walked around the corner, and Richie saw him. He was very tall, and tan, with grayish hair and glasses. He was wearing overalls, and black shoes, with just a hint of shine to them. “Oh, ‘allo there little fella!” He said. “What can I do for ye at dis fine hour?” It was hard for Richie to understand his accent at first.
“I need all the items on this list, good sir.” He said, confidently. Richie handed the clerk the list.
“Ah, lets see here,” the clerk said, “Yes, yes, just a minute, little fella.” The clerk bent down behind the counter, opened some cabinets, and came back up with all of the materials that Richie’s father had asked for. He put them on the counter. That’ll be 120 dollars, little fella.”
“Here you go mister.” Riche handed him the money.
“Now are ye sure ye can carry this all by yourself fella?” The clerk asked.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a pack mule outside.”
“Then why don’t I help ya out with this load, eh?”
“Gee, thanks mister! I’m much obliged!” Richie said, thanking the man. The clerk carried the shovels and the nails, and Richie carried the wood. The sun was going down, the town wasn’t filled with as much life anymore. They placed the items in the large bag on the pack mule’s back. “Thanks again mister!” Richie said.

“I’m glad I could help, now ye best be gettin’ home now, little fella!” With that, the clerk walked back in his store, and Richie unhitched the pack mule and headed home.
“Wasn’t that fun, boy?” Richie asked the mule. The mule let out a snort. When they got home, Riche went to the chicken coop, and hitched the mule. “Ma! Pa! I’m home!” He shouted out in excitement.
“Hey son, dinner’s ready, why don’t you take a seat?” His father greeted him. As Richie sat down, his Mother started asking questions.
“So how was your first day working on the fields, dear?”  Richie’s mother always asked questions; but Richie new this would happen. Richie didn’t care however, he loved dinner conversations with his family.
“It was great. Ma! I even got to go into town all by myself!” He responded while looking at the meat. “What’s for dinner this time, Pa?” He asked.
“Tonight, it’s rabbit meat.” He responded.
“Oh boy!” Richie burst out in excitement. Rabbits were barely ever spotted near their ranch. He began to happily dig in to the lightly salted meat. “ Now Son, do you think you’ll be able to help me start building that well tomorrow?” His father asked.
“I’ll do it, Pa, first thing in the morning!” Richie said, overwhelmed with excitement. These past few hours had been the most exciting time the boy has had in a while. By bed time, Richie could barely get to sleep. By the time he had, he started dreaming. He dreamt he was a grown man. Another grown man was standing 10 paces away from him. They both had their right arms to their sides, reaching for their gun sockets.
The man exclaimed, “Draw!” They both got out their revolvers, pointed at each other. Just a millisecond before Richie pulled the trigger back all the way, the man shot him, right through the stomach. He screamed, and fell to his knees, holding his wound. He was panting heavily. The man, and the crowd watched slowly, as he fell to the ground, motionless. A tall woman pushed through the crowd. She began to shake him.
“Come on, get up Richie! Get up! You can’t leave me like this! You must get up!” She said, trying to get Richie up. It was no use, there was already a puddle of blood on the ground. The woman put her head on Richie’s chest, and began to cry. Richie was awakened by his father.
“Come on Richie! You’ve got to get up! He said. “It’s time we build that well.”
“Let’s get to it, Pa!” He responded. On the walk outside, Richie was still thinking about his dream. He was always a vivid dreamer, but never had he dreamed of something this strange-or violent for that matter. As they got outside, Richie’s father looked in the sky. There were dark clouds looming in the distance.
“There’s a storm coming, Son. Four or five hours at best. Let’s get to work. So Richie and his father began digging a hole, which took just over one hour. It was a nice size hole. Richie wiped sweat from his forehead and said,
“That was hard, Pa!” The dark clouds were closer now, and the wind started picking up. 20-30 miles at best.
“If this storm gets any stronger, it’ll destroy whatever part of the well we begin to build, we should go inside.” His father explained.
“Agreed.” Richie responded. They ran inside.

“Harriet! There’s going to be one hell of a storm!” Richie’s father said to his wife.
“What do we do Richard?” She responded.
“I’m going to get them animals out to the pasture, and get all them chickens in the coop.
“But the storm is almost here! You’ll never do it in time!” She protested.
“Not if I have someone with me”, he said. “Richie, this is your first real test, ride with me, we’ve got to get them cattle out to the pasture.”
“I’ll do it, Pa.” He responded. And with that, Richie and his father ran outside. 
“Alrighty Richie, you take Bessie, she’s not much, but she’ll manage. Richard took Bonnie, and Richie took Bessie. They got behind the cattle. The sun was completely blotted out now, and the first drops of rain were falling. “Left and right son, like I showed ya.” Richard explained. They began easily down the now soggy dirt trail.
“But Pa, won’t the cattle be worried in this kind of weather?”
“Not unless it starts thundering Son.” Thunder roared overhead, the cattle went into a panic. “Damn!” Richard shouted to the sky. “Richie! You take the left side, and I’ll take the right!” He shouted over the sound of now pouring rain. Richie’s heart began to race as he rode to the left side of the frantic herd.
Clara was sitting on her father’s chair, and Harriet was sitting on hers. “Ma, are Richie and Pa going to be alright?”
“Of course, dear.” Harriet responded, with a hint of hesitation in her voice. The living room was now dark, except for the candles that harriet had lit for the room.
“Come on Son! The pasture’s visible from here!” Richard and Richie were just a few meters away. Another lighting bolt flashed across the dark sky, and the bellowing thunder sound followed. The horses flinched a little at the sound.
“Alright Pa, this is it!” They managed to get all the cattle inside, and they closed the gate. The man and the boy quickly re-mounted their horses to return home. The trail was very wet now. As they were riding, Richard couldn’t help but think he forgot something.
“Damn!” He shouted again. “The chickens! The pigs! We forgot to put them into there shelters!” They rode twice as fast. The rain was nearly blinding at their speed, but they managed. Upon returning home, Richard rushed for the chicken coop. Richie rushed inside.
“Oh, Richie! Thank the lord! Where’s your father?” Harriet asked.
“He’s just getting them chickens and them pigs to safety.” Richie was soaking wet, and shaking a little bit also. Richie and the others were greeted by the sight of Richard. He ran inside, and closed the door.
“Like I said, it’s a hell of a storm out there!”
“What do we do now, Pa?” Clara asked.
“Well, lets all grab a book, because this storm is gonna take a while. Richie loved to read, it was all he had done in his spare time. However, his spare time seemed less and less now because of the work he had to do on the ranch. He grabbed, “The Battle At High Noon Part 3: The Final Stand.” This was Richie’s favorite series, he loved action. It was about two of three hours or so before the storm started to subside; and it was at that time when Richie was reading the last sentence to his book: Never show
fear in the eyes of the devil. “Everyone, look outside.” Richard said. The sun was high in the sky, and all traces of the dark storm clouds were gone now. “It looks like we can continue working on the well now, Son.”
“Alright Pa, lets go now.” The man and the boy went outside. The ground was still very wet, and the air was filled with that after-the-rain smell. They began hammering on the nails to the wood. After three more hours of labor intensive work, they were finished. It was dark now. Richie’s arm muscles were aching badly.
“ Now Richie, you can go off to bed, I’ll make the bucket system.” Richard offered.
“ Alright, Pa, I’m going to sleep now.” The boy walked inside, and headed to bed, prepared to start another day of work tomorrow.

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