Sabrina
Sabrina grabbed her nap-sack from the
floor and swung it over her shoulder as she stood up from her desk.
She closed her books as she picked them up off the desk and cradled them
in her arms. She caught up to her
friend, Dreama as she was about to exit the classroom.
"That was the most interesting
history class all year. I think it
would be cool to live in the Old West."
Sabrina confided to Dreama.
Dreama saw the excitement on her blonde
friend's face and agreed that the old west sounded like it would be fun.
The tall dark skinny witch smiled as she gave a tug on her left ear lobe.
All of a sudden the school disappeared to be replaced by the dusty
streets of a town in the Old West.
"Dreama, what did you do?"
Sabrina demanded as she looked around and saw dusty streets; horse pulled
wagons and men walking around wearing guns.
"Well you said you thought the Old
West would be cool. So I wished us
back in time." Dreama answered
innocently.
"We don't have time for this, we
have to get to math." Sabrina
said as she wiggled her finger in an attempted to send them back to their own
time, but nothing happened.
"Oh great!
You put a lock on your spell. You
will have to do it." The
blonde witch ordered her friend
"Okay, I am sorry. I will have us back home in sec." Dreama apologized as she pulled her ear.
But instead of finding themselves back at school they found themselves
still on the dusty streets with Dreama holding a banana that had magically
appeared. "Oh!
That wasn't suppose to happen."
She whined.
"Great, just great. You send us back to the Old West. You put a lock on your spell so I can't get us home and you
can't remember how to reverse your spell. Now
we are going to miss math." Sabrina
yelled at the tall dark witch.
"I'm sorry." Dream whined and shrugged her shoulders as she apologized
again. "At this rate I am
never going to get her witches license."
She thought
"Yeah! Yeah, I know you are.
But that doesn't change the fact that we are stuck in the past with no
money."
"We could just conjure up some
money." Dreama suggested as
she reached to pull her ear. Sabrina
grabbed the dark witches arm and stopped her.
"Using magic to make money is
against the witches council. Do you
want to be turned into a cat like Salem."
The pretty blonde witch warned her friend.
"What?"
Came a sleepy voice from Sabrina's nap-sack said.
"Salem what are you doing in my
nap-sack? You know you are not
suppose to come to school with me." Sabrina
demanded of the black cat.
"You said that it was fish day at
school. Hey what happened to the
paved streets and cars." The
black cat asked when he noticed the dusty streets of Stockton.
"Dreama, sent us back to the Old
West and now she can't remember how to get us home."
Sabrina explained
"NO!
Don't tell me we are stuck in the Old West. I hated this time period.
All this dust makes my fur hard to clean."
The cat whined
"Fine, I won't tell you.
Dreama we need to find a job so we can afford to live in this place until
you can remember how to get us home. And
you better be thinking real hard on how to do that."
Sabrina said as she glared at her tall dark friend.
"How about that store?
It has help wanted sign in the Window."
Dreama suggested as she pointed at the general store.
Sabrina shoved Salem back in the nap-sack
as the two girls entered the store and walked up to the counter.
"Excuse me ma'am. We
are here about the job." Sabrina
asked the Store clerk.
The store clerk looked up from the paper
she was reading to see two young girls. The
blonde girl wore a dress with very thin straps that ran across her shoulders,
the neckline was extremely low cut and the hemline ended just above the knees.
The darker girl wore what looked like very short pants.
This girl's shirt did not even cover her belly button.
Aghast the store clerk replied. "I
will not have your kind working her. Try
the saloon down the street. Now get
out."
Shocked by the rude behavior of the store
clerk the two teenagers left. "How
did she know we are witches?" Dreama
asked. "You don't think she is
a witch hunter do you?"
"I don't know how she could know we
are witches, but if she was a witch hunter she would have said, "You are
witches" and we would be a couple of mice right now.
Anyway she did say that we might get a job at the saloon so lets go
see." Sabrina suggested.
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Heath walked into the saloon, ordered a
drink and found a table in the corner of the bar to sit. The blond man had been living at the ranch for about
three months and this was the first time Nick suggested that they go have a
night on the town together. Heath
had been a little surprised by the suggestion, since his older brother had made
it perfectly clear that he did not welcome having a new brother.
On more than one occasions over the past three months the blond cowboy
and the tall older cowboy would disagree about something and solved their
difference of opinion with their fists. During
the last few weeks however Nick started to accept the fact that Heath was there
to stay and began being a little more civil toward the younger brother, but he
still treated the blond as if he was nothing more than a hired hand.
Then today Nick suggested that Heath accompany him to town where they
would meet Jarrod and have a brother's night out.
The blond cowboy believed that Jarrod had something to do with the
suggestion, but he accepted the offer anyway.
When they arrived in town Nick informed his blond brother that he had
some business to discuss with Jarrod and that they would all meet at the saloon.
So Heath went to the saloon to await his two older brothers.
Heath had just sat down at the table when
two pretty young girls, who couldn't have been more than seventeen, walked in
the bar. He watched as the
two made their way to the counter. He
noticed the blonde girl do a gesture with her hand as she wiggled and pointed
her finger at a man that became a little too frisky with the dark girl.
All of a sudden the man started jumping around and ripping at his
clothes.
"What is wrong?"
Heath heard the bartender ask
"I don't know. It feels like ants inside my clothes."
The man screamed as he raced out of the saloon to jump in the nearest
water trough. That was strange
Heath thought as he watched the two girls laugh at the man's predicament.
Then the two girls approached the bartender.
"We were told that you might have a
job." The blonde girl asked.
"If you are looking I am hiring.
You can start by seeing if those boys over there need anything."
The bartender said as he pointed to a group of men sitting at a table
across the room from where Heath sat.
The two girls walked over to the table.
"Can we get you anything?"
The dark girl asked
"Yeah!
You have everything we want." One
of the men leered as he grabbed the dark girl's left arm and pulled her onto his
lap. As the blonde girl raised her
right hand another man grabbed it and pulled her onto his lap.
Both girls where unable to use their magic to defend themselves.
"Let us go." The two girls yelled at the same time as they struggled to
free themselves. When Heath saw the
terror in the young girls' faces he realized that even though these girls were
dressed like saloon girls they did not belong in here and that they were way
over their heads. He got up from
his table and walked over to the table with the men.
"Okay you had your fun let the
ladies go." Heath ordered.
"Only your kind would call these
women ladies. Now why don't you run
along and mind your own business, boy."
Sneered the man who was holding Sabrina.
"Because I am making this my
business." Heath said as he
threw a punch that slammed into the man's jaw causing him to loosen his grip on
Sabrina. Sabrina took the
opportunity to free herself.
The man that had Dreama pushed her from
his lap and launched himself at Heath.
The blond cowboy saw him coming and duck out of the way and the man went
crashing into a table. Then another
man came up behind at Heath with a chair raised over his head. Just as the man was about to bring the chair crashing down
against the blond unprotected back it vanished. The confused attacker stood staring at his empty hands as the
blond Barkley turned and knocked him out with a right hook.
Another man launched himself at Heath
with a broken bottle of whiskey, but before he reached the blond Barkley he
screamed out in pain and dropped the broken bottle as it turned into a hot iron.
The activity of the room stopped as everyone stared in disbelief at the
hot iron on the floor where the man had dropped it.
Heath took this opportunity to grab the arms of the two girls and propel
them out the door and dragged them into the back alley by the Saloon.
"What the hell did you kids think
you were doing in there." Heath
hissed at the two teenaged girls.
"We just trying to earn some money.
We are broke and have no place to go."
Dreama pouted. The incident
in the saloon had shaken her up and she was almost in tears.
"Don't you have any family?"
Heath asked
"Yes, but we got separated.
We are trying find our way back, but we needed some money to live on
until we do." Sabrina explained. She
too was pretty shaken up with what had happen.
Heath understood only too well how
desperation could drive one to do things that they normally would not think of
doing. There were many times before
he found his way to the Barkleys that he came close to doing things that he was
not proud of. If it had not been
for some kind people taking pity on him and giving him a helping hand he might
have done those things in order to survive.
"That place is no place for young
girls like you." He said,
"If you need a job I'll hire you.
My family owns a ranch I am sure we can find something for you to
do."
"Woo-ho! Dreama
did you hear that we get to work on a real cattle ranch."
Sabrina shouted with joy. "Thanks
mister."
"Barkley.
Heath Barkley." He
introduced himself as he extended his hand.
"I am Sabrina Spellman and this is
my friend Dreama." Sabrina
said
"That man in there said only your
kind would call us ladies, does that mean you are like us?" Dreama asked as Heath shook her hand. She remembered what the man in the saloon said to this blond
man and she wondered if he too was a witch.
"In a way I suppose I once was.
I was alone with no place to go and desperate for money.
But I found my way home and so will you."
Heath answered the dark girl's question.
"No, I mean are you a wi?"
Dreama started to ask, but Sabrina grabbed her arm and twisted it.
"OW! Hey that
hurts."
"Well the first thing we have to do
is get you something a little more respectable to wear.
I can't take you home dressed like that." Heath stated ignoring the exchange between the two girls as
he waved his hand at them.
"What's wrong with what we are
wearing?" Dreama demanded as
Sabrina took a close look at what they both were wearing and remembered that
respectable ladies of this era did not wear these kind of clothes.
She grabbed Dreama by the arm and whispered in her ear.
Dreama's eyes grew wide with horror as what Sabrina told her sunk in.
"They thought we were whor. Whor."
The dark girl stammered, but could not say the word. Heath stood watching as the two girls' faces turned beet red
and he realized that these girls had not known what they had been about to do.
"We gotta to go. Just wait for us right here okay? Sabrina said as she pulled Dreama further down the alley.
Once they were out of sight of the tall blond cowboy both witches
magically changed into more appropriate clothing.
They then went back to where their new boss waited for them.
"Hey where did you get the clothes
and how did you change so fast." The
confused blond man asked.
"Oh they were in my bag and we are
just fast at changing." Sabrina
lied.
Heath looked at the small bag the blonde
girl carried and whistled. "It's
amazing you could fit two dresses in that bag and they are not even wrinkled.
Maybe you can teach my sister a few things about changing clothes
quickly. She takes forever."
**************
Nick and Jarrod entered the Saloon to
join Heath and found the bar in a total mess.
Tables were over turned, chairs and bottles broken.
There definitely had been a fight in here.
"Hey Mike!
Have you seen Heath." Jarrod
asked the barkeeper with concern in his voice.
"Yeah that no account brother of
yours was in here. He started this
fight then split with the two new girls I just hired.
I knew he would be trouble his kind always are." The angry barkeeper snapped.
"You be careful what you say about
him." Nick warned as he
clenched his fists. The barkeeper
backed away.
"We better go look for him,
Nick." Jarrod said as he
grabbed his brother's arm and turned him toward the door before another fight
broke out. When they stepped
outside the saloon they saw their blond brother exit the alley with a couple of
young girls and head toward the livery stable.
"Heath, wait up."
Jarrod yelled after his blond brother.
Heath turned to face his two older
brothers. Jarrod looked his young
blond brother over and was amazed to find that there wasn't even a scratch on
him. The way the bar looked he had
expected to find Heath covered in blood.
"Hi, Jarrod.
Hi, Nick." Heath
cheerfully greeted his two older brothers.
"Don't hi us." Nick grumbled "What this about you starting a fight and
taking off with two saloon girls. Where
are the bimbos anyway." Nick
said looking around, but all he saw was two very pretty innocent young ladies.
They sure did not look like saloon girls.
"What saloon girls Nick?
I just met these two young ladies looking for work, so I hired them.
I would like both of you to meet Sabrina and Dreama."
Heath said introducing the two teenagers to his brothers.
"Dreama, What kind of ridiculous
name is that." Nick laughed.
The words the tall cowboy said hurt Dreama's feelings and before Sabrina
could stop her the dark witch pulled on her ear and a gust of wind blew Nick
into a near by watering tough.
Heath had noticed the dark girl pull her
ear just before Nick went tumbling into the trough.
That is strange, he thought. He
remembered the incident in the saloon when the blonde girl wiggled her finger
and seconds after the man started screaming that he had ants in his pants.
Could the girls have caused these incidents somehow?
No that was ridiculous.
"Boy Howdy, Nick you really should
be more careful. You know horses
have to drink out of there." The
blond cowboy laughed as Jarrod helped Nick out of the trough.
An angry Nick grabbed at his younger
brother to dunk him in the trough. As
soon as his hand touched Heath's arm the tall cowboy yelped out in pain and
withdrew his hand as if he had been burnt.
Just before Nick yelped out in pain Heath had noticed the blonde girl out
of the corner of his eye wiggle her finger and point it at Nick.
This is weird Heath thought. Every
time he saw one of the girls wiggle her finger or pull her ear something strange
happened. He could not shake the
uneasy feeling that these girls somehow caused these things to happen.
"Who let that cat in here?"
They all heard the bartender yell as he threw a black cat into the
streets of Stockton.
"Salem." The blonde girl yelled as the cat landed hard on the ground
and lay motionless. "Are you
okay, speak to me. I'll give you as
much fish, as you want. Just wake
up and speak to me." She
pleaded as she knelt down by her black cat.
"You want a cat to talk to
you." Nick asked the blonde
girl kneeling and cradling the black cat in her arms.
Just then the cat awoke. "Did you get the number of that bus that hit me?
Salem asked
"That, that c.c.cat t.t.talked."
Nick stammered as the other two Barkley brothers stared in shocked
silence.
"Oh no!
A cat talk, don't be silly. Dreama
just threw her voice. She is always
pulling practical jokes on people." Sabrina said as she picked up the cat and whispered in his
ear. "Be quiet."
"I remember." Dreama yelled as she smiled and tugged at her ear.
The two girls and black cat disappeared from the streets of Stockton.
Leaving three very confused brothers standing there with their mouths
open.
"I had too much to drink.
What is your excuse?" Heath
asked his two older brothers
"I did not see two girls just
disappear into thin air." Jarrod
answered
" I did not hear a cat talk."
Nick added.
" We speak of this to no one."
All three brothers said at the same time.
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"Dreama, you should have waited
until there were no mortals around before you made us vanished."
Sabrina rebuked her friend when they reappeared in the halls of their
high school.
"Oh!
I never do anything right. I
am never going to get my witches' license.
Dreama whined.
Just then Mr. Krats walked up behind
them. "You girls just missed
three of your classes. It is
detention for you for the rest of the week."
He announced gleefully. The
principal of the school enjoyed it when he could make the students suffer.
"Great Just Great."
Sabrina said as she stomped her foot, glared at the dark witch and
stalked off.
"I'm sorry." Dreama called after her.
****THE END*****