When the River Runs Dry

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Beasley's Backstory

Reagan’s mind was whirling just knowing the things of which Paul was capable. The one thing he knew for sure. He was the one person in town who wasn’t the least bit afraid of Paul Barnes and that scared him. Reagan was concerned for Micah and Charlotte. They were family. He loved them like his own child. He had lead Charlotte to the Lord. He had been through so much with Micah and Katie. He had cried the day Micah gave his life to Christ and when Katie came to the altar and took Micah’s hand he was the only one who knew what was happening. He felt a tremendous burden had been lifted when he took down Vaughn Johnson. That had freed Katie from her bondage, set Micah free from prison, and reunited the Pierce family.


Reagan rose from the table with Tinker's announcement still whirling in his head. What to do? He could always use his special forces skills to seek out the enemy as he had done so often in Afghanistan and then turn his reconnaissance information over to Sheriff Reynolds. That wouldn't betray the oath he’d taken at RBJ’s birth, would it? Yet, there was a part of him that wondered if he could stop himself from badly hurting the pure essence of evil that Paul Barnes represented.


He pushed back his chair, rose, and moved around the table shaking hands and hugging the New Hope staff. He looked to Beasley’s bed, but Beasley was already at the door sitting and looking up at the doorknob as if to say, “If only I was taller I could do this myself.”


Beasley was a rescue from the Parkersburg Humane Society. Interesting story. Reagan had a cocker spaniel as a child. His mom got him the dog after his dad left and his mom thought a dog would make a great companion for a little boy with no male role model.


He never told Prudy about his childhood friend until they moved to Glencoe. It was her suggestion he gets another cocker. He had walked into the Humane Society and said, “I'm looking for a tan cocker spaniel. Do you have one?”


The girl on the desk replied, “Mister, I've been here six years. In all that time we have never had a cocker spaniel turned in for adoption. I'm sorry.”


Needless to say, Reagan's hopes were dashed. He turned to walk out and paused. “All these dogs needed a forever home. It won't hurt to look.”


“Miss, can you take me through the kennel just to see what you have?”


They opened the door to the kennel and the loud barking of nervous and frightened dogs began. None could understand what they had done wrong and why they were there. Reagan wanted to give every one of them a home, but that might be pushing his luck with Prudy.


As he approached the next to the last kennel the Adoption Counselor said, “That’s Axil. I'm sorry, but he is the last dog in here.”


For some reason, Reagan walked to the last kennel and peered in. There in the back, huddled on a mat, lay the most pathetic little dog he had ever seen. Most would hardly recognize this little runt of a dog for what he was... a tan cocker spaniel! Tears came to Reagan's eyes as he gazed at the little dog uncontrollable shaking as he lay on the mat. He had found him!


“I'll take him.”


“You mean Axil?”


“As much as I'd like to I came here to adopt a cocker spaniel and that's what I'm going to do.”


“Mister, we don't have a cocker spaniel.”


He walked back, took her by the hand, and led her to the last kennel. Pointing to the back of the kennel he asked:” What's that?”


Her chin dropped to her knees as she gazed to the back of the kennel aghast at what she was seeing. ”Mister, I'm the only one that does the intake of dogs and cats that are being given up. I can assure that when I left last night that dog was not here.”


”Maybe not, but he is now and I'd like to adopt him.” Reagan didn't understand the significance of what was happening at the time.


Nobody at the Humane Society could figure out where he came from or how he got there. It was only later that Reagan thought he might know and now after five years, he was sure there was something special about Beasley. But he never shared those thoughts with anyone, including Prudy.


Everyone who knew Beasley thought he was adorable, but almost everyone felt he was quite deaf and not particularly bright.


Beasley was ten years old and that makes him over 70 in human years. So he was a little old man dog. He was losing his hearing, but he had what women refer to in their husbands as selective hearing. Beasley heard what he wanted and he comprehended much more than anyone thought. Today, in that room, he heard everything.


Beasley was becoming a little stubborn in his old age. On occasion, Reagan would speak to Beasley and he wouldn't budge. He assumed Beasley was becoming deafer and he spoke louder. Still, Beasley would ignore him. Beasley had heard him. He was just ignoring him because he didn't want to do it and he knew at his age he didn't have to. Plus he was so stinkin’ cute.


So you see, when you understand a little more about Beasley you begin to see how intelligent he really is. If he's dumb, he's dumb like the proverbial fox.