Notes: According to writer Carlton Cuse, had the series been renewed for a second season, the main plot line would have centered around Brisco County Jr. eventually settling down, marrying Dixie Cousins, and becoming a sheriff to a town populated by all sorts of characters. Some of them would be the same seen in season one (such as Peter Hutter and Wickwire and Aaron Viva, to name a few). I am keeping Brisco a bounty hunter and making Dixie one also. She will travel with him. I think Brisco makes a much better bounty hunter than he would a sheriff. I really wish this has done at least three seasons, preferable as many as five! Bruce Campbell is King! I also liked John Pyper-Ferguson (who still makes guest appearances in many TV shows and co-stars in movies) and Julius Carry (may he rest in peace). My stories are my additional seasons to the show. I refer to Hutter as Peter rather than Pete. The word "peat" is pronounced the exact same way. Peat is a highly organic material found in marshy or damp regions, composed of partially decayed vegetable and/or plant matter. Gross. Last; the Jennyfer Cassady here is me. My real name is Jennifer, but I like to spell it Jennyfer for fun (I am thinking of legally changing to that). The name Cassady is just a name I thought was a cool last name.
And now, My Story! Enjoy!
Little Rock, Arkansas; Summer; 2015
"Talk about an antique store," Jennyfer Cassady said as she walked through the shop and looked at all the old things that were on display. "I always had a reason for avoiding antique furniture." She looked at her friend and asked, "What exactly are you looking for?"
"I want an antique dining take with chairs," Melissa Walker said as she looked around.
"I'm gonna go look at these old books," Jennyfer said. "I'll meet you by the car."
"OK," Melissa said.
Jennyfer looked through some small books.
"What are these?," Savannah Grayson asked.
"They were called dime novels," Jennyfer replied. "They were real popular in the eighteen-hundreds. Some were stories of real people with fiction added in, like many modern TV movies."
"That's true," Savannah agreed.
Jennyfer looked at the titles. "Look at this one," she said as she showed it to Savannah. "Brisco County Junior." Jennyfer looked through the stack and found several more of the books about Brisco. "I'm gonna buy these," she smiled. "I wanna see what's so great about these little books."
"That's an interesting name," Savannah said. "Brisco County."
"I wonder if this one was a real guy or fictional character," Jennyfer asked.
Jennyfer bought the books. At home, she opened her laptop, logged onto the internet, and looked up the name "Brisco County Jr." on Wikipedia.
"Here it is," Jennyfer said. "He was real. Born in 1858 and died at age ninety-seven in 1955. He sure lived a long life. Attended Harvard, then became a bounty-hunter. Father was a lawman, killed in the line of duty. Junior eventually got justice for his father. He later became a sheriff, married a woman named Dixie Cousins, had five kids, and died of natural causes. Brisco's partner was a guy named Lord Bowler, whose real name was James Lonefeather, half black and half Cherokee. He spent some time in the army and then retired. He became a bounty hunter, worked with Brisco, never married, no kids, and died at age eighty-eight. He was three years older than Brisco. It says also that Brisco owned a chestnut Quarter Horse named Comet, who was called a wonder horse. The horse was fiercely loyal, did not like anyone else riding him, and came whenever Brisco called him."
Over the next two days, Jennyfer read the dime novels. She kept the stack in the small barn in the back of her property, often reading the books while a farrier or vet was working with one of her three horses.
One afternoon, it was too hot to ride. Jennyfer brought in the horses in the early afternoon, made sure they were cared for, and went into the stable's small office. She stacked up the dime novels and left them on the desktop. She then made sure the files pertaining to the horses and other expenses were filed away. She then left the office and went into her home.
Jennyfer spent the rest of the day, relaxing and watching television and playing video games. That night, she went to bed late and slept soundly.
In the barn, the horses were unusually restless. In the first of the eight stalls, Rain was stomping and jerking her head around as she snorted. The dapple gray Australian Stock Horse mare seemed to be seeing something that was not in front of her. The mare's mane and tail were black with a few streaks of gray in them.
A bright line shone from the stable. In her bedroom, Jennyfer was awakened by the daylight-bright light. She jumped up and looked outside. The bright light did not allow her to see.
"The barn is on fire!," Jennyfer shrieked out to herself. She grabbed her cell-phone and ran towards the barn as she dialed. As Jennyfer got near the barn, she realized that it was not on fire. She turned off the phone. As she stood there, trying to figure out what was going on, she saw four silhouettes. Each was a figure of a man on a horse.
"Who are you?," Jennyfer cried as she picked up a nearby baseball bat. "What do you want?"
The lead rider soon came into view. He was a handsome man, appearing to be around age thirty-five. The horse was a beautiful chestnut and looked like a quarter horse. The rider stopped the horse and dismounted. Holding the rein, he approached Jennyfer.
"Don't be afraid," the rider said. "We're just as surprised as you are and we have no idea where we are."
Jennyfer stood there, staring at the man. "Who are you?," she asked him, somewhat calmer.
"My name is Brisco County Jr.," Brisco said. "And these gentlemen are with me. We don't know where we are and we're not going to hurt you in any way."
Jennyfer tossed the bat down. She nodded. "My name is Jennyfer," she told the men. "This is my home. You're in the city of Little Rock, Arkansas. It is summer of the year 2015."
Brisco could not believe the final statement. "One-hundred twenty-two years," he said. "We're from 1893."
"So, you're the real Brisco County Jr.?," Jennyfer asked. "Am I dreaming?"
"Not unless you and I are having the same dream," Brisco replied.
By then, the others had dismounted their own horses.
"Jennyfer, these men are my friends," Brisco said. "Lord Bowler, Peter Hutter, and Whip Morgan. Do you have any idea of how to help us get home and back to our time?"
"Not at the moment," Jennyfer replied. "That doesn't mean we can't find that out. Why don't you put those horses in my barn here? There's plenty of room."
Jennyfer allowed the men to settle their horses in. Whip was amazed by the Friesian stallion, which was owned mostly by Savannah. Jennyfer owned only forty percent of him. In their time, this breed was so seldom seen, except for being owned by wealthy people.
"He's a show horse," Jennyfer said. "Today, horses are not necessary for transportation. They're pets or they're a livelihood."
"What's your transport now?," Bowler asked. "Bicycles?"
"No," Jennyfer replied. "Bicycles are for sport and leisure now. We have motorized vehicles now. Only the Amish use horses now."
In the house, Brisco began to look through some of her books. Some were non-fiction history books. He looked through the history books and realized just what all these "coming things" he had always looked forward to were here and more were still always coming. Whip walked by the computer, stopped, and looked at the screen. The research on Brisco was still onscreen.
"He's gonna live for ninety-seven years?," Whip asked himself. "Now that's cool."
"Who's gonna live that long?," Peter asked.
"Brisco," Whip said. "Look at this. It's an encyclopedia. Brisco lives for ninety-seven years."
Peter looked. "What about me?," he asked.
"No mention," Whip said.
Jennyfer walked by and shut the laptop. "I should not have let you see that," she said. "I don't want to change history."
"How long do I live?," Whip asked.
Jennyfer sighed. She opened the computer and typed. "Looks like eighty-six years. Peter, you make it to ninety-one years. And Dixie lives to ninety-nine."
"Thanks," Whip said.
"Don't tell anyone when you get back home," Jennyfer said. "It could cause trouble for all of you. People will want to change it."
Whip nodded. "Yeah, they will wanna prove me wrong if I tell them this," he agreed.
"What's up with Peter?," Jennyfer asked. "He doesn't seem like the rest of you."
"Well, he used to be an outlaw," Whip said. "He used to rob banks and trains and stagecoaches. He never killed anyone, though. It seems that he had a big enough heart to let the people live. Brisco chased him down and brought him a few times, but he kept escaping. Then, when he was in jail once, we needed his help and got him out. He still helps us with the condition that we don't send him back to the law. But, he hasn't made too much effort to change much. He doesn't hurt anyone anymore, but he keeps stealing and robbing."
"He's cute," Jennyfer said.
"He's dangerous," Whip retorted. "Ain't I cuter?"
"You're OK," Jennyfer said. "He's really cute."
"Well, you're separated by almost one-hundred twenty years," Whip said. "So, once we're home, he's gone. So, you'll be safe from his activities."
"What if I go back with you?," Jennyfer asked. "To be truthful, I used to tell my friends that I think I was born one-hundred years too late. This world has become so complicated. There's too much noise, too much greed, terrorism, and people doing horrible things to one another. I know your time is not perfect either. But I know you didn't have people flying airplanes into buildings."
In the other room, Brisco was reading about the 9-11 Attacks and he was shocked. What was becoming of the world? He had long looked forward to the "Coming Things" and hoped that there would be great and wonderful inventions even after his own death. But, he surely never expected anything so horrible to happen.
"Pretty distressing, isn't it?," Jennyfer asked as she found Brisco in the easy chair and reading the book. "Things came a long way in the last two centuries, both good and bad."
"And horrible," Brisco added as he closed the book. He set the book down onto the coffee table and looked at Jennyfer. "How do you live in these times?"
"I just keep hoping for a better tomorrow," Jennyfer said as she sat down by Brisco. "I have always felt like I should have lived in your times, actually. I used to read books about things like the Pony Express and wish I had been there."
"But you won't have all these things," Brisco said, meaning the cars and television and other technical items.
"You got along great without them," Jennyfer pointed out. "And you make it to almost aged one-hundred. There was less crime. Your justice system is better than today's system."
"How's that?," Brisco asked.
"Where you're from, you hang people for stealing a horse," Jennyfer said. "Here, a person can kill several people and serve only ten years and then go home like nothing happened." She sighed and went on, "I am jealous of your system. I would rather live there."
"You really want to go back one-hundred years?," Brisco asked, still surprised. "You cannot be serious. Look at what you have."
"There's more to life than material items, Brisco," Jennyfer said. "Whip said you've always talked about the 'Coming Thing' and how you were looking forward to them. But, you need to see that friends and family are so much more important. These materials have no feelings and they cannot love you. Animals can also love you, but not the same way that people can."
"They told me that you care about people and that you've often gone out of your way to help people," Jennyfer said. "That's a great thing and you should always be proud of that. People will remember you for that and not for the possessions that you own."
Brisco knew Jennyfer was right. He had spent so much energy thinking about the future and the "Coming Things" that he had missed on some of the people in his life; the people who loved him and cared about him and made him happy.