Liquid Confessions

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From the Wagon Train Diaires


The wagon train’s stopover near Valley Poet Junction had a strong Mormon influence, and the number of places that served alcoholic beverages was few. In fact there were only three of them and the Wagon Master and his scout White Deer stopped in each of them, twice.

Later that evening, Porter Hurst arrived at the chapel wagon in a state of great agitation and told Father Mason Richards he absolutely had to make a confession immediately. Hurst sat down in one of two chairs that were positioned inside the wagon train’s tent walls. A small table separated the chairs, and an old dirty cloth had been hung over the table to separate priest from parishioner.

“Anytime you’re ready, my son.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Hurst said. His voice was high pitched and his words became erratic. He was a man with something heavy on his soul and the priest knew it.

“Calm down, my son.”

The wagon train’s new cook Linh Hi Lee was getting water and overheard the confession. She heard Porter Hurst talking about killing a man over a woman with oversized breasts during their brief stopover at Valley Poet Junction. He made it clear that he thought the man was hurting that woman and he wanted to come to her aide. It was a set-up, they were working together to rob him and they had almost succeeded. He told the priest that he was tossed to the ground in a back room and kicked several times. He then reached for his gun and fired several shots with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes he saw the woman with the oversized breast standing over the man shouting, you killed him!

Lee knew that she had to tell Alastar Brown what she heard. She never understood the concept between priest and parishioner and confessions. All she understood was murder and death. This had to be reported to the Wagon Master.

When Hurst left the church wagon he looked around and saw a commotion down the line near Alastar’s wagon. He didn’t understand what was going on, but the Wagon Master was doing a great deal of shouting.

The passengers from the second wagon in were upset that Lee told Alastar everything she heard during the confession. They were trying to tell the Wagon Master that Hurst was cleansing his soul of sin and that was a private matter.

Father Richards came storming down when he got wind of what was happening to join the argument. The Wagon Master had no idea what to say. He just stared at the holy man and grimaced.

White Deer moved closer to Alastar Brown and told him to stand tall. There was a murder committed in a town on there trail and he had to make sure it got looked into.

“I know the confession was supposed to be a private thing father…”

“You’re damn right,” Shouted the priest. “I can’t do my job if I only offer liquid confessions. Who in God’s name would want to confess their sins?”

“There was a man killed over in Valley Poet Junction,” White Deer added. “The only thing you offer is a lousy ten Hail Marys! We need to go back there and clear the matter up. The wagon train’s reputation is at stake.”

There was a long pause, and Alastar could almost hear swear words coming from the holy man’s breath. “I can’t have your cook listening in on my confessions Alastar. I just won’t stand for it.”

Again a pause, then Porter Hurst pushed his way through with an admission in a voice tinged with fear and desperation. “I agree with the wagon master, I killed a man and I must own up to that fact.”

“Then it’s settled, we must go back and clear this thing up.”

“That’s Mormon country Alastar,” shouted the priest. “He won’t have a chance with them.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary Alastar,” said White Deer as he pointed to eight men on horses coming their way. “The sheriff from Valley Poet Junction is riding in.”

The sheriff hopped off his horse quickly and stood in front of the Wagon Master. He carried in his left hand a Bible and a hymnal. He also had a very intense stare.

“We were just going back to your town, sheriff.”

“We want Porter Hurst,” he demanded. “He is guilty of murder and must be judged in the eyes of the law.”

Father Richards and White Deer moved forward simultaneously. “He killed in self preservation.”

The sheriff removed his hat and placed the Bible in it. “The Lord has given us the wisdom to establish just laws. He will be judged by those laws and in His eyes.”

“What does that mean?” Linh Hi Lee asked as confusion attacked her tiny face.

“He will hang so that God will be the one judging.”

“That’s murder!” shouted the priest.

“It’s the law of our land,” said the sheriff as he looked down at the holy man. “Our God is the one and only true God.”

“You’re nuts,” said Alastar Brown.

The Mormon sheriff was obviously demented and to pursue his method of law only encourage him to give vent to his madness. “We come here solely to do out job. Find Porter Hurst and take him away.”

“This has gone far enough,” said the Wagon Master. “If you touch him, I’ll put a hole in you.”

The sheriff smiled for the first time. “A sinner amongst sinners; your threats will be heard by God.”

“God will also hear your body fall to the ground if you don’t get back on your horse and head for home,” threatened the Wagon Master. “Trust me; you’ll be dead amongst the dead.”

The sheriff’s eyebrows went up, and he moved closer to Alastar Brown. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“White Deer,” Alastar said as he didn’t back down. “Count to ten, and if the sheriff and his deputies are not riding back to Valley Poet Junction, start shooting. I want to see and hear bodies falling and hitting the ground.”

“My pleasure,” White Deer replied.

“That’s murder,” shouted the sheriff.

“No, it’s our law,” said Alastar. “And I follow it to the letter!”

“One, two…”

The scout raised his rifle along with over ten other passengers as the count continued. The sheriff bit his lower lip and ordered his men back onto the horses. He looked at Father Richards with disgust for permitting such an act, and then he turned his attention to Alastar Brown. “You have not seen the last of me!”

“Know this,” Alastar continued. “The next time we meet, I’m going to put you in a pine box.”

The Mormon sheriff gulped as he jumped onto his horse and rode off.

The holy man stood closer to the Wagon Master and whispered. “My son, would you have killed those men?”

“No, it was an empty threat.”

“But White Deer had reached eight.”

“Oh,” Linh Hi Lee chuckled. “White Deer can’t count as high as eight.”

Alastar nodded.

“My son, you need to confess your sins,” said the priest.

“Liquid confessions,” said Lee. “Because I got to know all his dark little secrets.”

“Yeah me too,” White Deer added.

“No more liquid confessions!” Shouted the priest as he grimaced and stormed off.







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© 2013 Frank Atanacio

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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

I've been reading other short stories. None fit the details together as well as your do, nor manage to hold my attention. Consistently good!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you MsDora that is very kind of you to say :) Frank


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wayne barrett 3 years ago from Clearwater Florida

Great work, Frank. The way you worked your dialogue made the story easy to follow and held my attention. Up!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Wayne Barrett that was nice to say :)


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xstatic 3 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

An excellent addition, Frank!


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks X-Man I'm glad you stopped by the wagon train :)


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Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

Very good story, with a load of detail. You are beginning to get a reputation for that. Well done.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Becky I really want to thank you for visiting my three Wagon Train shorts..I appreciate that :)


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Becky Katz 3 years ago from Hereford, AZ

I appreciate the stories too. I love a good story.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

bless you


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Hi Frank,

I have been just loving your Wagon Train Diaries here of late! How interesting and clever.

Keep these coming.

Voted up ++ and sharing

God bless, Faith Reaper


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Faith for keeping the wagon train going :) bless you


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lcbenefield 3 years ago from Georgia

This is so awesome. I told my husband reading the wagon train diaries makes me feel like I am watching a miniseries on TV.


Valleypoet 3 years ago

I had to give it a great deal of thought before I decided to choose a profile identity that was named after a place with such a bloody history! Lol....this series is just getting better and better my friend....I think that could be the last time that sheriff is going to mess with Alistair Brown...some great dialogue here Frank....loved it:-))


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Icbenefield thank you so much that was very kind of you :)


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

Valley Poet Junction does have a nice ring to it huh Valley? LOL thanks for being a sport :)


Valleypoet 3 years ago

Frank...it does, and I feel very proud and priviliged to have found myself written into the Wagon Train Diaires..thanks buddy:-))


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

No I thank you :)


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Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

Great and interesting hold. I hear there are more, I must catch up! ^


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Rosemay50 3 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Yet another good story in this wagon train series of yours. Loved it.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Rosemay and Jackie for stopping by the train :)


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and interesting. Fascinating story as always. Passing this on.


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Really interesting and gripping story. How do you do it, time and again?

Amazing.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Gypsy and Blossoms for checking out the wagon train :)


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Highland Terrier 3 years ago from Dublin, Ireland

Nice one as they say. Keep them coming.


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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Highland


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Vinaya Ghimire 3 years ago from Nepal

Frank, your dialogues remind me of Hemingway, very crisp, but powerful.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Vin for visiting my wagon train diaries :)


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FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

Fantastic, Frank. You had my attention until the very last word. Up +++ and sharing.


Jane Arden 2 years ago

Really enjoyed it. I was there with them. You told this story so well. Reading is so much better than watching a film for me. Thanks Frank.


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PegCole17 2 years ago from Dallas, Texas

The dialogue and language of your story brings back those cowboy loving days when Wagon Train was on the television. We all loved the characters on the show. Here, you've managed to create memorable folks whose adventures will continue to hold interest. Nicely done, Frank.


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Flourish, Jane Arden, and Pegcole for reading my Wagon Train.. thanks to the folks here on Huppages.. this little series has reached over 10,000 views.. I couldn't ask for a better response to any of my series.. bless you guys


Valleypoet 2 years ago

Wanted to read this again, and not just because of........you know, that place!....I don't think I fully appreciated the quality of the dialogue enough after the first read..it really is top notch writing...congratulations on the success of the series Frank, it is well deserved!:-))


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Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you Valley.. I would love to see other hubbers create an adventure using these characters.. you should try it... kick the ball off so to speak :)

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