Short Stories

Finally Justice

March 22, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

In fifty years of law practice Ben Reach had seen every manifestation of human nature, good and bad, in family relations. But this one topped them all for pure villainy in Ben’s estimation. And he had seen it more than once, always between brothers, one weak, the other treacherous. The circumstances had always been some variation of these. Read more

Trust but Verify

March 12, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Once again Ben Reach found himself a judge for an end-of-season field trial as substitute for a no-show. He was comfortable with his fellow judge, what mattered most to Ben, until he arrived at the grounds to discover that that advertised Judge was also a no-show to be replaced by another man Ben had vowed never again to judge with. Read more

A Mule Trade Got Even

March 6, 2019 | Short Stories | Comments

Truth is often stranger than fiction. This story is absolutely true, according to one participant, Richard Spain, and a witness with no motive to tell it false, The Honorable Elmon T. Gray, friend of both participants. Elmon was a long-serving Virginia State Senator, leader of a family timber company that successfully transitioned to apartments, and perhaps best remembered as a philanthropist. It happened right after World War Two. Read more

The Sacrifice

February 23, 2019 | Short Stories | Comments

It was Thursday noon, and the staff of Short Pine Plantation were gathered at the horse barn to plan for the week-end quail hunt. By tradition, shooting guests arrived Thursday afternoon at the Big House for an all-day hunt Friday, followed by a half-day hunt Saturday. (The schedule was repeated for Monday-half-day Tuesday hunts, giving the staff Sunday and Wednesday off). The staff consisted of manager Sam Slade, dog trainer Bill Ray, wagon driver Booty Blevins, long-timers on Short Pine, and a half dozen younger and newer hands whose jobs varied with the need. Read more

A Better Way – Part 2

February 15, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

The Option Agreement between Dry River Plantation’s owner and Bill Gaps was signed, the option money was paid and Bill Gaps took possession under the lease. Bud Earp was hired by Bill Gaps as dog man and hunt manager. The Dry River stock, including horses, mules, pointing dogs and retrievers, were also bought by Bill Gaps. Bud Earp moved to a cottage near the kennels and barns and met with the Plantation’s manager to discuss plans for future operations. It was March 1. The prescribed burn was scheduled to begin tomorrow and would keep all hands, including Bud, busy fourteen hours a day for three weeks. Bud was put in charge because the manager, now seventy, knew Bud had sufficient experience and license credentials. Read more

A Better Way – Part I

February 12, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Bud Earp had made an appointment to see Ben at Four on Friday by calling Joanne. Ben knew what he wanted because his dad Walter Earp had come to see Ben a week before to warn him. Since then Ben had been maneuvering. Walter was manager and head dog man on Pinion Pine Plantation outside Thomasville, a quail plantation with a hundred-twenty-year history of Yankee ownership since a Cleveland banker bought it from a Georgia cracker-turpentiner. Walter had come to Ben’s office to warn him of Bud’s intentions. Bud was dead set on striking out on his own as an over-the-road bird dog trainer/field trial handler. Walter wanted Ben to talk Bud out of his dream. The risks were too great, the odds too long, Walter figured, and Ben had to agree. Read more

Tempted Judge

February 8, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Ben Reach did not judge trials much anymore. He was judging now as stand-in for a last-minute no-show. It was an amateur all-age stake. This was the last brace. Performances had been mediocre. But in this brace the two pointers were getting something done. Sinkin’ Creek Sam, handled by Bob Blair of Tallahassee, had scored two good finds at the front and run enough. Melina, a first-year setter handled by Billy Camp, a newcomer to the sport, had scored one and was running a better, wider race than Sam. There were minutes left in this last heat. These would Iikely be judged first and second if they finished under judgment. Read more

Solving a Moral Dilemma

January 21, 2019 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

Jim and Ann White (not their real names) were two of Ben’s oldest clients and friends . When Ann called Joanne for an appointment, Joanne could tell from her voice that she was under great stress. She set the appointment for ten next morning and called Ben on his cell phone to let him know despite the fact she knew he was sitting in a jon boat on a pond with Sam fly casting for bream. “I am worried about Ann White. Set an appointment for you to see her tomorrow here at ten. She said not to tell Jim. Wanted you to know so you and Dr. Sam would not schedule something else.” The something else she feared was another pond fishing date. It was March and they were bedding. Ann arrived fifteen minutes early, driven by Fred Blevins, Mossy Swamp’s butler and all around inside man (bar tender, chauffeur, grocery shopper, guardian of the very old or very young visitors whenever needed—he had been a Pullman Porter in his long ago youth and enjoyed the natural dignity of an ambassador). Read more

The Hole

January 4, 2019 | Fiction, Short Stories | Comments

Ike Brown had a derby to sell. The derby, Fast ‘N Furious, had made a reputation by scoring three firsts in prairie trials. It was January first now, and Ike decided it was the time to sell F&F. The ideal buyer was a person intent on winning the Continental Derby Championship, set to begin the third Monday of the month. F&F appeared to be an ideal candidate. And he was, almost. But he had one hole, and a big one. So far, only Ike and his scout, Booty Blevins, knew of the hole. Read more

The Ring

December 26, 2018 | Ben Reach, Short Stories | Comments

The two daughters of one of Ben’s favorite clients had called for an appointment to see him together as soon as possible. Joanne had set it for two days later because she knew Ben and Sam had a bream fishing outing scheduled tomorrow. Ben was grateful for that for two reasons: first, because it had been hard to get an open time on the pond, and second because the daughters were oil and vinegar, and when they wanted to see him it was usually about a disagreement over the care of their mother, one of Ben’s dearest friends and oldest clients, or about the management of the family’s assets, for which Ben had Trust Protector status. Ben was hopeful the two days had been enough time for the sisters to think their disagreement through and settle it themselves. That proved to be wishful thinking. Read more