Mar
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Our Lady of the High Plains

Our Lady of the High Plains

Copyright 2017 David P. Rundle

Our Lady, Mother of our Lord, pray for these plains,

Windswept, open, fertile

Home of the coyote, Quayle and cottonwood

Where grain grows and Gelbviegs graze on grass

Bless all these plants and creatures of beauty and bounty

And pray for the people who are their stewards

Farmers, ranchers others

From the native tribes on reserve rations

To the descendants of European pioneers and ex-slaves,

Cowboys and sod busters

To the new immigrants who pack meat in Garden City, Kansas,

Some of whom pray in Arabic but honor you

Dear Mother, pray for our water to be pure and plenty

Our ground be not ablaze with wildfire

Nor our skies ever again be blackened by dust

We need your prayers that our children not completely forsake this land,

That those on the coasts respect us and not see us as backwards bigots

Who love guns more than God and neighbor

May we know peace, fellowship and faith all our lives

May you pray for us and this land always

Praise the Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Amen

Mar
0

Out Lady of the High Plains

Out Lady of the High Plains

those

By David P. Rundle

Copyright 2017 David P. Rundle

Our Lady, Mother of our Lord, pray for these plains,

Windswept, open, fertile

Home of the coyote, Quayle and cottonwood

Where grain grows and Gelbviegs graze on grass

Bless all these plants and creatures of beauty and bounty

And pray for the people who are their stewards

Farmers, ranchers others

From the native tribes on reserve rations

To the descendants of European pioneers and ex-slaves,

Cowboys and sod busters

To the new immigrants who pack meat in Garden City, Kansas,

Some of whom pray in Arabic but honor you

Dear Mother, pray for our water to be pure and plenty

Our ground be not ablaze with wildfire

Nor our skies ever again be blackened by dust

We need your prayers that our children not completely forsake this land,

That those on the coasts respect us and not see us as backwards bigots

Who love guns more than God and neighbor

May we know peace, fellowship and faith all our lives

May you pray for us and this land always

Praise the Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit

Amen

Nov
0

Coming Soon!

Coming Soon!

Chapter Twenty-Four of The Sky Horse. I regret the delay.

 

Jul
0

On My Way of Life

On My Way of Life

On My Way of Life

By David P. Rundle

Many of my words have been penned for couples

As they begin wedded life

Verses are my gift

from me to them,

From God to me

For without God,

I lack any insight to the wedded vocation

For I am a chaste celibate virgin’

I am a chaste celibate virgin

It is my way of way.

My path

And my cross

I embrace its mystery and pain

Knowing the yoke of of matrimony

Has its own mystery and pain

I write on marriage

Knowing

Naught of it

I debate not its laws or rights

There is a freedom in that

But a greater freedom

In loving all,

Men and women as friends,

As brothers and sisters

And just as my sisters’ partners com first,

So do my female friends’

Hence, I have freedom

From jealousy,

From expectations

From disappointments

From the merchandising of love

What does the celibate need to buy?

Nothing?

What laws and accommodations do I need?

None

So my vocation is a cheap

And free from debate

Some may call me unnatural

But who am I hurting?

No one

Saint Benedict said

Work, study and pray,

Glorifying God by each act

I work by writing

By serving

I study many things

I pray at fixed times

And through the other two tasks

If I dwell on what a lack or want,

I become sad and bitter

I f I dwell on God,

I know peace and joy
For God is my Father,

My Mother,

My Brother,

My Sister,

My Friend and’

My Lover

God completes me

God is All

Chasity, celibacy and virginity

Are gifts

God’s to me,

Mine to Him,

Gifts daily given and

received

A bond of Love

My Way of Life

Amen

Jul
0

The Sky Horse Chapter Twenty-three

The Sky Horse Chapter Twenty-three

‘he Sky Horse Chapter Twenty-three

Pizza for Breakfast

Cole’s supper was well-received, he noticed. He also realized Mrs. Cunningham-Marsh and he had wasted time rehashing the Civil War. He realized this as the Chief and Bridget Fine reviewed how a pedophile groomed his victims. She mentioned how pedophiles often lured victims by making their homes or places of businesses attractive to kids,

“One man, a doctor, built an elaborate playground including a tree house,” Bridget said.

He never knew why but when the psychologist said, Cole looked at Eudora, She was looking at him and nodding as if to say “We know something; speak up.” He did.

:?troy /Underwood,” Cole said. Eudora nodded again.

“Say who, son?” Harlan asked.

“Troy Undgerwood, around my age, stands about five-eight, weighs one-forty. He has, short curly blond hair and brown, no blue, eyes and wire-r9mmed glasses, He has no visible scars or tattoos.”

Cole could never say tattoo with becoming self-conscious. He hung his head down for awhile so Eudora spoke.

“Mr. Underwood teaches a second grade glass in Pikesville. He came here about the same time Deputy Petty did. He’s from Meade and went KU. Several women set their caps for him but he doesn’t date.”

“Cole and I don’t date, either,” Harlan said.

Eudora looked at him sharply and said “I know why you said that, cousin, and I intend to talk to you about that late. Deputy Petty is not germane and he has dated twice that I know of.”

“That you know of?” Cole asked. “Are you spying?”

Eudora sighed. “This is Orrin and people talk/ I run the paper so I let them gossip to me because it often leads to a story. And your love life hasn’t. The point is we know you like women and I know Sharon Shaw likes you.”

“The tall red head? Really?” Cole asked.

Harlan loudly cleared his throat. “I’d liked to hear more about Underwood. Seen him around but we’ve not spoken.”

Cole resumed his professionalism. “Underwood not only doesn’t date but he babysits. I haw tried to hang out with him but he he has always rebuffed me in a curt manner. I frailly don’t like him.”

“Yes, that’s normal, Harlan said but it is not grounds for suspecting him.”

“The kid never said it was,” Eudora said. “The point is, if a single man teaches seven-year-old all day, you would not expect him to want to babysit every dang weekend like he does, would you? It’s hardly natural. But what got my and Cole’s attention was the bit about the tree house. This April, Underwood hired Stinky Frazier to help him build a tree house in that big oak he rents from Ruthie Marsh, my sister-in-law. I have never seen the like.”

“I’d like to see it, Bridget said. “May I tomorrow?”
“We could all drive by it tomorrow,” Cole suggested.

“You ain’t including Dory, are you, son?” Harlan asked.

“Yes, Chief,” Cole said.

“Why? She’s not a cop. In fact, we shouldn’t ween be discussing any case like this inn front of the ,idea.”

Cole laughed and then blushed when Harlan glared at him. “I know dory is my cousin but this is a sensitive case and I don’t want it leaked.”

“You saw Thurber today?” Eudora asked.

“Yeah So?” Harlan said.

“Dick Cooper won’t run again for sheriff next time. We all know that except Dr. Fine the question is who gets the Republican nod, you or Thurber.”

“I’m not running. Who said I was?”

“I do. I used to help you blow your nose, remember? You’ve been thinking about this awhile. And if I screw this up for you, you’re cooked, assuming you think Underwood is your man.”

“I don’t know that he is; that’s the point of our meeting him. I fail to see why the kid, I mean Cole, wants you there, Dory.”

“I want to double-team Underwood. It’s the old good cop/ bad cop act. Mrs. Marsh can be a the good cop,” Cole said.

“Why can’t I be?” Harlan asked.

“Let me get more coffee. Anyone else want some?” No one did.

When he returned, Cole answered Harlan. /;As Chief, you can’t ever been seen as a softies. It might get out, saying nothing of any future plans you may have, sir,”

“I see you have my back, son,” Harlan had to grin.

“A subordinate always should for a good superior. Now, sir, at some point, Dr. Fine needs to meet him, Underwood, but not now. I’m ad lobbing this but do you think you two should sit in a car by in a car and I’ll try to have a call to you without the guy noticing. That’s my plan, sir.”

“I like it, son,” Harlan said. “What time?”

“Say three,” Bridget said. “I’m booked till then.”

“I’ll pick you up,” Harlan said. “Say, I bet you’re tired I’ll take you home.”

:Thank you,” Bridget said to him. To Cole and Edora, she said, “it was so nice to meet you. I’m glad we’ll see mire of each other,: She left with Harlan

As the door closed, Cole ask Eudora, “that last remark wasn’t directed at us was it ma’am?’

“Not by a long shot, Johnny Reb. We we were—what’s the term?–collateral damage.”

“Forgive me, but it justness

“What do you care? I won’t be having rug rats call you ‘cousin’ in your ninth decade; I night, Who knows? You can take me home but don’t think you’re getting to fist baas,”

“I’m only a water boy, ma’am.” They both laughed.

The next miring, Cole arrived at the officer before Harlan. The previous night, no cat, dog or teenager had disrupted Orrin’s sleep and thus the deputy had had a very restful nights. He wore blue jeans and a VMI T-shirt, standard gr for him as the city or Orrin had never mandated uniform for its cops.

Cole put pot of a coffee on for his boss and made himself on= vanilla latte, with his personal cappuccino machine, a purchase he had never regretted. He checked his social media. No thin. He checked his email. Again, nothing nothing, He was about to checked his news sites when the chief cane in in his Grey suit and blue tie.

“Who died?” Cole asked since the only time he’d seen him in a suit was when thee was a funeral, a wedding or on Sundays. It was Sunday or Saturday, the day for weddings, so Cole deduced someone, a Legion member or Methodist, had gone to their eternal reward, It had to be a Methodist since he would have been told about any post member’s death.

“Nobody, son,” Harlan said.. “When I took her home, Bidgey,, Dr. Fine, thought since I might run for sheriff, a more professional appearance might help, especially since our current case involves a celebrity couple.”

Harlan said “current case” as if there had been and would be others, which Cole didn’t buy. The case, it seemed to him,involved a kid, first and foremost. The sheriff bit was another thing. But Cole knew he had better make himself scarce before he,made a stupid comment to his boss

“I need to see about something, sir. May I leave, Chief?”

“Carry on.”

“Yes, sir,” he crisply said. He walked out erect like a good enlisted man,

Outside, Cole looked back and took the Lord’s name in vain. Officers could go bonkers and Cole thought Harlan had. Then he though about Dr. Fine.

“Ah, hell,” he said. “I’d put on a suit too.”

“If I owned one,” he added;. He went into the pool hall.

Dusty Callahan, the fat bald owner of the joint, was behind the bar.

“What Methodist died?” Callahan asked.

“None that I know of,” Cole said.

“Well, if a Legion member died, no one told me.” He sounded irked.

“You think I’d dress like this for a funeral?”

“You usually don’t, Petty. Is the service later?”

“Can I get breakfast around here?”

“You can get however many slices of microwave pepperoni pizza you want and a Mountain Dew.”

“How about a riot beer?”

“What vintage?” As he made the wisecrack, Callahan slapped his forehead “I gotta order that wine,”

“You don’t serve wine,” Cole said.

“Liquor store, Callahan said.

“You own that?”

“Yep,” Callahan said.

“But Marilyn Lynch runs it,” Cole said.

“Cousin. Mike Lynch always handled the ordering and other crap so when he died last year, she took me as a partner. We was always close; only cousin either had and neither of us had sub;imps. Natural fit, our partnership.”

“And you sell wine? Cooking wine?”

“I can order it, Petty. Want some?”

Cole named a brand; Callahan gave a price. They haggled ND Cole ended up ordering a case.

“I have a question, Cole said.

“You haven’t answered mine about Harlan’s suit.”F

“I noticed that too,, sir. But what and why my superior wears is not our concern, sir.”

Callahan sighed. “I don’t get you, Petty. You’re polite. Almost courtly, yet you look, pardon me, like a circus freak. You confuse us. OK, what your question?”

“I should tell you I’m asking as a cop, not a gossip.”

“Fair enough since I seal booze and boose creates problems for cops. It is alcohol-related.”

“Who buys it, wine?”

“The Laws, of course, Marsha Lyons, who has a problem with it and Troy Underwood.”

“Underwood? He has no social life, does he?”

“Don’t ask him.”

“Or hear stuff.? I know you hear crap about me; don’t deny it. You just people talk about my damn tattoo.. They have to talk about Underwood and that tree house.””

“It’s weird. He teaches all day and babysits whenever he can.”

“Know anything more?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Mr. Callahan, I am checking out a very sensitive matter under the Chief’s direction. I cannot divulge more than that,”

“You’re a good cop. Sorry. I’m on en sorrier we need a good cop just now. I’ll tell you what I know. He creeps Marilyn out. He uses phrases like…like ‘children need fewer restraints’ or ‘our asexually repressed youth.’”

“Does the school board know he says those things?”

“I’m on the board so I asked him about it—you don’t write that f=down, OK?’”

“OK. So what did he say, off the record.]”

“In executive session, which is never made public, he sad his personal views expressed away from his students were none of the board’s concern.”

“He’s right by law.”

“I know, Petty. I know But Here’s your pizza and pop.”

“thanks. You’re very helpful. Oh, it’s because of a hum younger ow,man and political ambition.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”\

“Harlan’s suit. He wants to be sheriff and a woman half his age is throng herself at him.”

Callahan was speechless,

C ate several slices of pizza, walked his KIA, got in, radioed the Chief he’d be cruising Orrin till three and hit the mean streets of Orrin, Kansas. Sure, it was dangerous but somebody had to do it,

To be continued