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Another Chance
Chapter 24
Zac and Jim were excited. Vince had told them to make sure they brought their firearms with them this Saturday. They always brought them on Saturdays anyway, but this Saturday, he was going to supply fifty rounds of ammo for each weapon and let them practice shooting. He wanted to assess their abilities and see what was needed to help make them experts. Both boys agreed that they would let Joe fire 12 rounds from each weapon, so Joe was ecstatic as well.
After all the hay had been freshened and every horse was taken care of, Jim was preparing Gold for a ride. Zac looked at him. "Where you heading to, Partner?" Zac tried doing a southern drawl, but it just didn't come out right.
Jim laughed but responded, "Well Pilgrim, figured I'd mosey on over to the lake and see how Joe was doing with that mare." He tried to mimic John Wayne from some old westerns.
"Man, your southern drawl is worse than mine," Zac chuckled.
"I'm from Montana, what do you expect? You don't get much more northern unless you're Canadian," Jim said in his defense.
"I'll see you in a bit. Jackson wants me to go pick up a few things, but I'll be back before our shooting lesson."
"Where is Jackson, anyway? He with Ryan visiting the Browning Family again?" Jim asked.
"Yeah, he's thinking about bringing their son here to meet us. I'm not exactly sure what's going on. Well, I need to head out so I can get back in time," Zac said. Jim kissed Zac goodbye.
Jim met Joe as he was heading back to the stables. "How'd things go today?"
"They went well. Tomorrow, I'm going to try riding her. She's learning to trust me, I think," Joe said with a smile.
"Just be careful. If I can, I'd like to be around, but I have to make sure my work is done first," Jim said.
"If you can be around, that would be great. Hoping that nothing happens, but should it, I know you'll be there in a heartbeat," Joe replied.
The boys rode back to the stables together. They groomed their mounts and put the tack away. As they finished, Joe saw a car pulling in. "That's Buster's mom's car," Joe shouted with a hint of love in his voice.
Seeing that Buster was in the passenger seat, Joe ran to the other side. Buster rolled his window down. "Your mom said that you were here. We're heading to go visit my dad. Want to come? I would really like for you to meet him."
"We have shooting practice today. Any chance we can go another day?" Joe asked. Buster hung his head.
"Bro, we're done with the lessons so we'll just be shooting from now on. You'll get to shoot another day, so it won't be like you'll really be missing anything. If Mom approved, I think you should go," Jim advised.
"Should I call Mom just to be sure?" Joe asked.
"I don't think Mrs. Jones would have come here if she didn't. Go, and if I'm wrong, I'll tell Mom that it's my fault,"
"Thanks, Jim. I love you," Joe said as he got into the backseat.
"I love you, also, Joe." Jim said.
It took two hours for Mrs. Jones to drive to the prison. When they got there, they were told only two could go into the visitors room at a time. Mrs. Jones went first. Buster didn't want Joe to have to sit by himself, so he waited.
When it was Buster and Joe's turn, they walked into the room. Mr. Jones looked at Joe. "Who is this?" he asked with a welcoming smile.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend. His name is Joe Walker," Buster said proudly.
Mr. Jones started laughing. "What's so funny, sir?" Joe asked.
"Right before I transferred here, I was in a cell at County with a guy named Walker. Said he was in for smacking his faggot son around. I backhanded him so hard he flew across the cell. Wouldn't be your father would it?"
"It could be," Joe said and started describing Spermy to Mr. Jones.
"Yeah, that's the bastard. If it's any consolation, he's probably still wearing my hand print. He kind of predicted the two of you getting together, but not really in a good way."
"Wish you would have done more to him," Joe stated.
"So do I, but if I had, I could have added more time here. You should have been able to feel safe in his arms. Cornelius told me he was gay. Won't say that I approve, but he's my son and I love him. All that I ask is that he is happy."
"And I really love Joe, Dad." Buster said.
"Then welcome to the family Joe."
"Dad, I've got to ask you, I keep hearing different people say that you might get out in time to see me graduate. How? I thought that you were given ten years," Buster looked at his father hoping to get confirmation.
"Well, you know the judge gave me the maximum sentence for Aggravated Assault," Mr. Jones started.
"Did you aggravate the pepper, too?" Joe asked. Joe chuckled at his joke.
"Cute, I like you. Anyway, I guess someone had talked to a different law firm than the one that handled my case. A Mrs. Bolt works for that law firm and had been visiting me."
"She's my new mom." Joe said proudly.
"Good, I like her. She seems very caring." Joe smiled and nodded his head in agreement. "According to the person that came forward, I had been set up. While I did beat the guy and put him in the hospital, it had been planned. Only thing is, the person who planned it was hoping I'd kill the guy. I was set up."
"So what now?" Buster asked.
"I guess, Mrs. Bolt is a paralegal and the law firm that she works for had her and one of their partners talk with the D.A. and a different judge. The D.A. insisted that since I did beat the guy, I do time. He proposed two and a half years including time already served. The judge approved," Mr. Jones finished.
"Couldn't you appeal since you were set up?" Joe asked.
"I could, but then my fate would be in the hands of another jury. If they found me innocent, I'd be released right away, but if they still found me guilty, I'd have to do the full ten years. Since I did beat the guy, I thought my chances weren't that great, so I took the deal. It insured me being able to see my son graduate. Cornelius, I'll be out the April before you graduate," Mr. Jones said as he started to cry. Buster hugged his dad and started crying with him.
"I'm happy for you, Mr. Jones," Joe said as he walked over to hug both of them.
"I love you, Dad," Buster said.
"I'm proud of you, son. I will always love you and be proud of you."
About that time, a guard came and informed Buster and Joe that their time was up. Buster ran and hugged his mom. "Did you know?" he asked. Mrs. Jones smiled and nodded her head.
At the ranch, Vince asked about Joe so Jim explained where he was. Vince had set up targets about twenty-five yards away from where the boys were standing. He walked over and grabbed two ammo cans. Placing the ammo cans on a tree stump, Vince loaded both pistols with six rounds each. Jim and Zac each grabbed their pistols.
"This isn't a contest to see who can shoot their rounds the fastest. I don't want you to try anything you may have seen on TV. Grab you pistols by both hands and aim for the center of the target. Take time between shots. Fire when ready and see if you can hit the target all six times."
Both boys did exactly as they were told. Jim was a little surprised at how much kick the pistol has. Zac had fired a weapon before so he was expecting it some. After they had emptied the pistols, Vince told them to set the pistols done. They went to look at the targets. "Not bad Jim, you completely missed the first shot because you were surprised by the kick. After that, you managed to hit the target getting closer to the center with each shot."
"But I didn't hit the center," Jim said.
"First time firing a firearm, don't expect to hit the center right away. Go grab a clean target and next set, you'll see better results. I promise," Vince assured Jim.
"Zac, you did well, also. You were ready for the kick. You've fired a weapon before, I suppose?"
"I have fired a rifle with one of the ranch hands before. He figured that if I were going to take people out on the trails, I might want to know how to shoot a rattlesnake if we came across one. Still this pistol is way different than firing a rifle."
"That it is, but you have a nice cluster. This pistol doesn't have an adjustable sight, so if you remember where you were aiming, adjust that in regards to where you hit and let's see if you can hit center next time. Go get a clean target and I'll reload the weapons."
Both boys showed improvement as they continued shooting the targets. Vince had them fire all fifty of their rounds before they moved on to their rifles. First thing Jim noticed was his rifle didn't have as much kick, therefore; he didn't hit as high as he was expecting. Once he adjusted for the lesser kick, his next shot hit dead center of the target. He fired until the rifle was empty.
"How do you think you did?" Vince asked.
"I know my first shot was off, but I think I did awesome, myself," Jim started.
They walked down to the targets. "Yeap, there was your first shot, a little low. You were expecting more kick, weren't you?" Jim kind of grinned and nodded his head. "That's alright. That was the first time you fired this weapon. Once you were aware, you nailed that center. Your sights are spot on."
"I think the rifle was easier to aim and shoot," Jim stated.
"And almost everyone I know would agree with you on that." Vince stated. He walked over to Zac's target. Zac was looking down. "What's wrong?"
"Looks like I only hit the target once." Zac said.
"And you thought you hit more often?" Vince asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean, I aimed for the same spot every time," Zac claimed.
"Jim, can I see your target real quick?" Vince asked. Jim brought his target over and Vince placed it behind Zac's. He lined up Jim's first shot with Zac's hole. "See what I see?"
"I see a little of the edge of Jim's target," Zac replied.
"Which means, either you used slightly bigger rounds or more than one shot went through that hole. Kid, I wouldn't want to be on the other end of your rifle, and with practice, you'll only get better." Zac felt better once he knew that he didn't miss. "OK, we'll use up the ammo that I brought and then clean your weapons. You're both doing really good. We'll practice a few more weeks, and then I'll tell your moms that you are done. We can practice shooting every Saturday still, but that's just for your benefit and not so much for your learning."
"You coming to supper, Vince?" Zac asked as he was cleaning his pistol.
"Your mom trying to get me fat?" Vince countered. Jim chuckled.
"No, I think she really likes you." Zac replied.
"I really like her, too. She's pretty, intelligent, and has a great personality. I wouldn't mind dating her, but I won't. That is, unless you say that it's OK." Vince stated.
"I wouldn't have a problem with you dating her. You're already being more of a dad than I remember my real father being," Zac declared.
"Then, I'll definitely be there. I like your mom's cooking way better than my own," Vince chuckled.
Joe got home just before supper. He told Mrs. Bolt and Jim about Mr. Jones clobbering his dad in County. Then he walked over and hugged Mrs. Bolt. "What's this for? I mean you can hug me whenever you want, but what brought it on?"
"Just to say thank you for helping Buster's dad. He really likes you and said that he's glad you're my mom, now. I love you and am glad you're my mom, too."
"I love you, also," Mrs. Bolt told Joe returning his hug. "As for helping Mr. Jones, I am glad that I was able. He really loves his family and when I was able to tell him that he'll be out before Cornelius, errr, I mean Buster graduates, he was so happy. And I'm glad that you got to meet him. When Buster stopped here, I didn't hesitate even a second to give permission"
Sunday morning, Joe was still walking on clouds as the boys headed to the ranch. In the last two days, he made a boyfriend and went to see the boy's father. He also found out that the boy's father had clobbered his stinking, motherfucking, low-life, douche bag, scum of the earth, good for nothing, piece of shit, worthless, slime bag, bastard sperm donor. That in itself made the trip enjoyable.
When Joe got out of the truck, he headed for the mare. Jim and Zac started doing their usual work. Winter was almost over and the ranch would start having guests coming wanting to go riding. The ranch is also about to celebrate being in business for a year. Jackson is planning a week long anniversary celebration during Spring Break.
The Rescue Ranch should be running at that time as well. Construction is complete and the paperwork has been filed with the Humane Society and ASPCA. Jackson was hoping that there weren't too many horses neglected or abused. He's hoping that most of the horses he gets will come from people who willingly give them up because they no longer have the resources to take care of them. Of course, those people usually sell them instead of giving them up.
Joe had saddled the mare and was leading her to the arena. "Be careful!" Jim hollered at Joe.
"You want to watch him, we can take a quick break," Zac offered.
Jim thanked Zac and followed Joe to the arena. Jackson was getting antsy about the mare. He had owned her for two months and she still wasn't broke. He knew it wouldn't be immediately and Joe had school. His main concern was that he would like for her to be rideable before anyone started showing up to ride, and especially before the Anniversary Ceremony.
Joe put a blindfold over the mare's eyes. He took her to the center of the arena and put his left foot in the stirrup. As Joe put weight on the stirrup, the horse started to move. Joe shortened the reins a little to get her to stop. "Careful Joe," Jim said just barely audible.
Joe had his full weight in the saddle. He held both reins in his right hand while he reached with his left to remove the blindfold. Once the mare could see, she started bucking trying to throw her rider. Joe was holding on as best he could. Jim was standing by the gate holding his breath.
After about a minute, the mare reared up and came down hard on her front legs. At the same time, her back legs went up. Joe lost his balance and went flying. Landing on his left leg, Jim saw it bend sideways and had dialed 911 before he even got to Joe. Zac went for the mare to make sure she didn't trample Joe. Joe had screamed loud enough that several ranch hands came running.
Jackson had just gotten to the ranch and had a young man with him. He ran to see what had happened. Jim was beside Joe and Joe started trying and get up. "No, Joe, just stay laying down. Way your leg is bent, you broke it, I'm sure of that," Jim said with tears running down his face.
"It hurts really bad, Jim," Joe cried.
"I know, Bro. I already called for an ambulance. Are you hurting anywhere else?" Jim was deeply concerned. Biting his lip, Joe shook his head.
Jackson knelt down beside Joe. "I'm so sorry, Buddy. I never wanted this to happen. I'm getting rid of that mare."
"No, this is the risk you take breaking a horse. It's not her fault." Joe begged.
"I don't know who'll break her. You won't be able to ride her until your leg heals." Jackson stated.
"I can ride her, Uncle Jack. This kid has done most of the work. I can do it. You and Uncle Ryan know what my dad used to do," the young man with him stated.
"No, absolutely not. No way in hell am I letting you get on that horse, Colt. Your mother would skin me alive if you got hurt." Jackson said.
"You have anyone else to do it? You know that I can, and it would really do me some good as well," Colt debated.
Ambulance pulled up and paramedics rushed over to Joe. They confirmed what Jim already suspected. They got Joe's vitals and then carefully put him on a gurney. Joe was loaded into the ambulance. They let Jim ride with them since he was the only family member there. Jim had called his mom and she would meet them at the hospital.
Zac looked at Jackson, "You know, as much as I care about Joe, he's right. You break horses, this is a risk you take. I don't know if your nephew can do this or not, but I'll try to break her. She may not be able to throw me as easily."
"Actually, he's not really a nephew, Ryan and I are just really close to his family. You think you can break the mare?" Jackson started asking, but he heard a commotion behind him. The mare was rearing and bucking. Jackson looked and Colton "Colt" Browning was on the mare. Jackson was getting ready to say something, but Zac stopped him.
Once the mare calmed down, Colt rode over to Jackson. He slid off the horse and hugged the man he called uncle. "I know that I shouldn't have done it Uncle Jack, but please don't hate me. I'm sorry, I just had to prove that I can do something," Colt said crying.
"I could never hate you. I'm proud of you. Yes, I was worried, but you did a real good job," Jackson said hugging the boy.
Colt looked up. "You seriously don't hate me? I know you didn't want me to get on the mare, but I knew I could do it. I had to prove that to myself as well as everybody," Colt said wiping his tears.
"Where's this coming from? I would bet that you can do anything you set your mind to do. You are a bright young man and I could never hate you. Let's go in the house and get a Coke. We can talk there," Jackson offered.
Jim was in the emergency room while doctors looked over Joe. Joe was laying there with an IV and Jim was crying, hugging Joe's modified boot. A nurse removed Joe's boots and handed them to Jim, now he was hugging all three boots while he watched as best he could. Mrs. Bolt came to the ER as soon as she got there. She saw Jim crying so she gave him real quick hug. A doctor told her that once she had a chance to see Joe, he needed to speak to her.
Mrs. Bolt placed both hands on either side of Joe's face. She kissed him and asked how he was feeling. "They gave me something for the pain, but I think I hurt my pride, too."
"Well, once your leg is better, I won't stop you from going back to working at the ranch, but I would totally understand if you decided not to go," Mrs. Bolt told Joe.
"You know what they say. I need to get back on a horse as soon as I can," Joe stated.
"Yeah, and I'm proud of you. You are very brave," Mrs. Bolt said as she kissed Joe again.
The doctor came in and motioned Mrs. Bolt to step outside. Jim moved beside Joe. "I'm so sorry. I wish I were Superman so I could have flown to catch you before you hit the ground," Jim was sobbing.
"It's not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sure your dad had been thrown a few times. It's part of the nature of breaking horses. Just my luck to land on my leg like I did," Joe said as he stroke Jim's hair with his left hand.
"As you are obviously aware, Joe broke his leg. We'll be taking him into surgery to set it soon. While looking Joe over, we noticed that the broken leg is short than the other. Was he born that way?" the doctor asked Mrs. Bolt.
"I suppose, but he's my adopted son, so I don't know much about what happened there."
"Well, the reason I asked, we can't stretch his leg THAT much, but we can stretch it about an eighth to a quarter of an inch. New bone will grow to fill the small gaps left. With a series of surgeries, Joe's leg can be made to grow the two inches. It's just a thought. I would highly recommend waiting until he's done growing, though, before really considering it. Also it won't be cheap and I'm not sure how much insurance would cover."
"It's something to think about, but I would leave that decision entirely up to him. Do what you can for now."
"We will. Couple more things to consider if he does decide to go through the surgery, it will also be very painful and it takes time, roughly eight to ten weeks, to heal between breaks."
After Joe had his surgery, he spent the next three days in the hospital. Since he shared all but one class with Jim, Jim was able to get his homework and they worked on it together. Buster stopped by every day, too.
When Joe finally got home, Mrs. Bolt made up a bed on the couch so he wouldn't have to go up the stairs with his cast. Joe was told to stay off his leg as much as possible until his first doctor's visit. Mrs. Bolt took vacation time so Joe wouldn't be home alone. Jim sat Joe's humongous teddy bear beside the couch so Joe could cuddle it when he wanted. Buster smiled when he first came to the house and saw it beside Joe.
Joe never felt so much attention as he was getting laying on the couch. If he would ask for something to drink, Jim and Buster hurried to see who could get it first. When he had to go to the bathroom, Jim and Buster carried him to the bathroom. Joe wondered if they would fight to wipe his butt if he needed it. He kinda chuckled on that thought.
After two weeks of being on the couch, Joe was getting antsy wanting to do anything. He was thankful when he finally got to go see the doctor. After x-rays were taken, the doctor showed Joe where the fractures were. He told Joe that his leg was healing nicely, and he could start going to school using crutches. Joe was excited.
That afternoon, Mr. Walker was released from county. First thing he did was take the money out of Joe's college fund and buy a new truck. He drove it to the cul-de-sac where the Bolts live and parked blocking the entrance. He started walking towards the house.
From where Joe was on the couch, he had a perfect view out the picture window. He started noticeably trembling and Buster asked him what was wrong. "M-m-m-my dad," Joe stammered pointing out the window, "He's heading this way."
Jim grabbed his rifle. It didn't have any ammo in it, but he hoped it would be enough to scare Mr. Walker. As he was heading out the door, Mrs. Bolt told him to stay inside that she was calling the police. Jim didn't listen. "You need to turn around, get in your truck and never come back here," Jim demanded.
"That faggot son of mine had me in jail. I'm going to teach him a lesson that he'll never forget," Mr. Walker explained. By this time, Joe and Buster were on the porch behind Jim. Jim cocked the rifle hoping to make Mr. Walker leave. "You're not going to shoot me. You would go to juvie if you did," Mr. Walker advised.
Jim handed the rifle to Joe. "You might be right, but you step on this property, I will throw you off. And if Joe shoots you, it would be self-defense as he's fearing for his life. This is your last warning to leave," Jim stated.
About that time, Jim heard the rifle click behind him. He cringed a little knowing that Joe just gave away the fact it wasn't loaded. "Ha, it wasn't loaded, now what are you going to do?" Mr. Walker asked as he started towards Joe.
Jim struck Mr. Walker in the chest causing him to stumble a couple feet backwards. "Why you little shit, I'll take care of your pansy ass and then take care of my son." Mr. Walker took a swing at Jim. Jim was thankful that he did continue his martial art training. He was able to avoid or block most of the attacks.
Seeing the commotion outside, Zac came running out of his house. He didn't know a thing about martial arts, but he was ready to help Jim in a heartbeat. He watched waiting to see if Jim needed him as he didn't want to get in Jim's way.
Several times, Jim had knocked Mr. Walker to the ground, but Mr. Walker kept getting up. The last time he saw Mr. Walker go down, he thought he would stay down. Jim started walking towards Joe. He saw the look on Joe's face and Jim jumped doing a round house kick that would have made Chuck Norris proud. When his foot connected, Jim heard bone crack. He landed facing Mr. Walker as he watched the man flying through the air. Everyone was cheering him. "Now, stay down." Jim shouted while remembering Chuck Norris telling a criminal that exact same thing in "Walker, Texas Ranger". He also thought that to be a bit ironic. "You ever come back here again, I will defend Joe!" Jim yelled, but he really didn't think Mr. Walker could hear him. He said it more for Joe's benefit.
Joe used his crutches and walked over to the lump of flesh laying on the ground. He lifted his right foot up and brought the heel of his boot down hard on his dad's testicles. Every guy there saw it and cringed. Buster ran to Joe and hugged him. Zac ran to Jim and told him how amazing he was.
The police were running up the street. All they saw was the body lying there in the Bolt's lawn and called for an ambulance. They started taking statements about what had happened. When they were done, they assured Jim and Joe that Mr. Walker wouldn't be back for a long time, if ever.
Back in the house, Mrs. Bolt looked at Jim. "I told you not to go outside, but I'm glad you did. Who knows what he might have done before the police got here. I'm so proud of you, Honey," she said giving Jim a hug. Jim's adrenalin level started coming down and he started to shake.
"All I could think of the whole time was protecting Joe," Jim cried. "Joe, you mean the world to me."
"I know, Bro. You mean the world to me, also. And you make me feel safer," Joe smiled at Jim. He limped over and gave Jim a hug.
"I hope that I never ever make you mad at me," Buster said laughing.
"Then you better treat my bro. right." Jim said with a smile. He winked at Joe.
The next morning, Joe went to school. All of his classmates wanted to sign his cast. His teachers welcomed him back and helped him catch up on anything he was lacking from being out. Joe really felt like he was missed. Buster and Jim helped carry Joe's books. Jim let Buster take care of Joe's tray during lunch. Cornelius, or Buster as he prefers, was a welcome addition to Jim's group of friends.
They got back to the house and Joe thought, "Uh oh," When he saw he case workers car in the driveway. He knew that she was there because of the fight. He was worried that she was going to take him away.
Jim and Joe walked into the house. Zac said that he'd be over in a few minutes. Joe went and sat beside Mrs. Bolt. "I heard that you broke your leg. I'm sorry to hear that. Can I sign your cast?" the case worker asked. Joe wasn't sure if she was being nice before lowering the boom or just being nice. He handed her a Sharpie.
"Reason I'm here," she started, "I was informed about the fight yesterday. I wanted to let you know that the judge has totally revoked Mr. Walker's parental rights. Mrs. Walker can still change her mind, but as far as Mr. Walker goes, he is legally no longer your father. And you will be eighteen before he even thinks about getting out of prison."
"So, what happens if my biological mom changes her mind?" Joe asked.
"Well, you can never go live in that house even though he won't be there. Only way you will leave this family would be for your mother to divorce that monster." The case worker turned to Jim. "I guess you did a number on him. Broke his jaw to where it needed wired shut. He won't be talking for a long time and will need a straw for his meals. He has several cracked or broken ribs. And his, shall we say man parts, were crushed."
"I can't take credit for the last one. Joe did it," Jim said.
"Well, he will never father another child."
"Good, way he was with me, he doesn't deserve to have a child. He was never really a father to begin with," Joe stated flatly.
"I couldn't agree with you more. I just wanted to make this my monthly visit and ease your minds if you had any worries what this would do concerning the adoption. I'll probably be back sometime this month. It's supposed to be a surprise visit, but then, this could be my surprise visit and I can call you before I come out."
"No worries either way," Mrs. Bolt said. She got up to escort the social worker to the door. Jim set his and Joe's books on the table so they could do their homework. Joe walked over to the table.
"Looks like you're stuck with us, Bro," Jim said smiling.
"No way, it's the other way around, you're stuck with me."
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Mrs. Bolt said as she came over and sat at the table. She grabbed Jim and Joe's hands.
Zac walked in and asked how the visit went.
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