Through Mark’s Eyes
Written by
Matthew XXXXXX
Dedicated to
Margie/Cowgirl
You’re the Best!
The Legend will live on!
Often, when I am feeding the chickens in the morning or sitting by the stream listening to the sounds of the water trickling by. I catch myself daydreaming. Wondering what it would be like to be Mark McCain back in the olden days. How challenging his life was on the “Rifleman” but, how secure he was with it. The only thing I ever noticed that Mark wasn’t secure with on the “Rifleman” was girls!
This is what I imagine Through Mark’s Eyes…
My Pa, he reads his Bible and sucks on his pipe every night after the sun goes down. I sure do love him! I feel so safe whenever he is near. Why, I need him just as much as he needs me. Pa’s so strong from working sun up to sun down. Not a man around can take him with or without his rifle. He may not understand geometry or know much about Shakespeare but, he sure is the smartest man I know.
I sure wish I knew Ma as well as I know Pa. Sometimes I think I remember her but, it’s just ‘cause Pa talks about her so much. He sure does miss her so. Pa has known plenty of women folk but, I think he only has enough room for Ma in his heart. I had a vision of her once when I was ill. I didn’t want to leave her. Everything around her was so calming and beautiful but, I heard Pa’s voice. I could tell he needed me and Ma wanted me to go to him. I think she knew he needed me too.
I wonder if Ma would have liked the Ranch? There’s no other Ranch like it. Why, it’s home for me and Pa. We worked hard to make it that way. I plan on staying till its my time to be with Ma. I remember riding up on the Ranch not looking back. Pa, well he had a smile across his face as big as The New Mexico Territory. Seems people were frowning down at us even know we were both so happy and the Ranch was rightfully ours. Some folks tried to make it as hard on us as they could. Matter of fact our first Ranch was burnt down but, Pa made sure things were made right and them bad folks built us a new one.
Pa has helped many folks good and bad ones. The bad folk he either runs them out of town or helps them think good again. The good folks Pa risks his life for. Pa’s good friend Micah might of drunk himself to death if it wasn’t for Pa. Now Micah is Marshall of North Fork and a good one at that. Micah is the next best thing to Pa after me. Whichever way Micah has his shotgun drawn is the way my Pa has his Rifle drawn. And, whenever my Pa is in a pinch, Micah is just on step from him.
Some folks call us sodbusters, we just use what God gave us. There’s not to much harm in that. God gave us each other, the land and this here Ranch; The McCain Ranch.
My Pa, Lucas McCain is going to live on as a Legend; I tell You! I think people will know his name a hundred years from now!
Well shucks, Pa‘s riding up and I haven’t washed the dishes yet! If it wasn’t for having to wash those darn dishes I wouldn’t have gone on this long.! I better go before Pa finds out!
Thank you Matthew, I truly am honored!
