A Victim No More

Sheriff Derek Hurley stood over the dead body of Mayor Ellison. Derek had seen a lot while town Sheriff, but nothing like this. The mayor lay murdered behind a dilapidated, abandoned farmhouse. His pants were around his ankles. His neck punctured by some sort of tool. A pitchfork, or possibly a screwdriver. The device had stabbed his carotid artery. Derek worked to keep down his morning coffee. Blood had soaked into the dirt beneath the mayor. His suit and body lay covered in coagulated blood.

“Derek!” Deputy Harris ran towards the Sheriff. “We found her. We found the killer.” Harris stopped short and tried to catch his breath.

Derek turned around. “Easy, John, slow down. How do you know you have the killer?”

Harris regained his breath. “Follow me, this is something you have to see. It’s Betty, Mia’s and Ron’s daughter.  She’s in the barn.”

“Okay, John. Let’s walk over.”

Outside the faded, gray barn doors Deputies Sean Conover and Ruth Beaty stood guard. John led the way inside. Derek stopped short, and Deputy Beaty bumped into him. Derek turned around annoyed. “I think you can wait outside Deputy.”

Ruth held her ground. “I’m sorry boss. I’m the only woman here, I believe you are going to need me.”

Derek turned back praying he had seen the scene wrong when he walked in, but he had not. Betty sat against the far barn wall with a pitchfork in her hand. Partially dried blood ran down the far-left tine. A snippet of flesh still clung to the sharp tip. Her torn dress  hung down to her waist, and she covered her exposed breasts with her free hand. Betty’s right eye was black and swollen almost completely shut. A panicked look still found a way to express itself beyond the wound. Her underwear hung on one ankle. A fist size bruise, already black and yellow, showed on her inner thigh. Blood  streaked across her body and head.

John stood just four feet away with his gun drawn. “Sheriff, she’s crazy and armed! Drop that pitchfork or I promise you I will shoot.” Before Derek could respond Ruth walked quickly passed him and inserted herself between Deputy Harris and Betty. Derek swallowed hard. Ruth was within easy striking distance of Betty’s pitchfork. “Get out of my way Ruth! She’s dangerous!” John tried to move Deputy Beaty out of his way with his hand, but Ruth would not budge.

Ruth looked John coldly in the eye. “You need to leave.” She looked past John. “Sheriff, I think you should both leave. I’ll be okay.”

John turned to protest, but Derek held up his hand. “Save it, John. I think Ruth has things under control for now.” John shoved his gun in his holster in disgust and stomped out.

The Sheriff looked Ruth in the eye. “Deputy Beaty, you better know what you’re doing.” He turned on his heel and walked out the barn door.

Ruth walked away from Betty to the door. She looked out at everyone. “Don’t try to come in until I tell you.” She slid the door shut, took off her gun belt and wrapped it through the door handles.

Ruth turned around and took off her badge. She laid it on a bale of hay, walked within five feet of Betty and sat on the dusty floor. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve locked them out. My badge is off. We’re just two women in here. Please tell me, honey, what happened.”

Betty held the pitchfork tighter. Her legs pulled in tightly under her body, and she bent over until her body touched her thighs. “He attacked me. I told him to stop. I pushed him away, and he punched me.” Betty looked up at Ruth with her tear-filled eyes.

Ruth did not move and simply nodded her head in understanding. “Okay, Betty. You’re doing good. Can you tell me what happened next?”

Betty dropped the pitchfork and wrapped her arms around her legs. “I fell on the ground. He grabbed at my underwear, and I kicked him. He hit me in my leg. I kicked at him harder, and he got off me, I thought he was going to stop. He told me I knew better than to say no.”

Ruth leaned forward. “Do you mean he’s done this to you before?”

Betty slowly nodded her head. “He and Deputy Harris caught me smoking a joint once out in the woods near the school. They said they would arrest me unless I did things. Nasty things.”

Ruth slid closer to Betty but stopped when Betty grabbed the pitchfork back up. “Betty, Deputy Harris was with the Mayor near the school?” Beaty nodded. Ruth pushed ahead. “Do you know why they were there?”

Betty’s black eye had now swollen shut and she could only look at Ruth through her other eye. “I don’t know why they were there. They were always around the high school. I guess they were looking for somebody.”

I think they found who they were looking for. “How did Mayor Ellison find you today?”

“I don’t know. I always cut through by the old Thomas place when I come home from Lisa’s house. It’s usually safe. People think the house is haunted, so nobody comes around. I don’t know why the Mayor was here. He told me to get in the barn because we needed to talk about what had happened near the school.” Betty started crying.

Ruth reached into her pocket, grabbed a handkerchief and handed it to Betty. “You’re doing good. I know this is tough. How did you get the pitchfork?”

“I saw the pitchfork on the ground next to me after he got off. I grabbed it and told him to stay away. Mayor Ellison just laughed at me, dropped his pants and tried to get back on top. I stabbed at him with the pitchfork. It poked his neck, and the mayor jumped back. Blood just started to squirt everywhere. He grabbed his neck and stumbled out the door.”

Ruth looked down at the ground and saw the unnoticed blood trail they had all trampled through. Bloody footprints went in several directions. She sighed and shook her head.  “Betty, I’m going to pull out my cell phone and call the FBI, okay?”

Betty sniffed, “Why would the FBI care about me?”

Ruth slowly pulled her phone out of her pocket. “They have a special team of people who help children. Betty, you are the victim, do you understand that?” Betty shrugged her shoulders. Ruth dialed the FBI office thirty miles away and explained their situation and hung up. “Beaty, they will be here shortly, but I need you to trust me. Do you think you can trust me?” Beaty nodded her head. “Good, I need you to throw that pitchfork over there away from both of us. That’s all I want you to do.”

Betty slid the pitchfork across the floor. “Can I get something to cover up?”

“You can, dear. Can I have the Sheriff bring it in? I need to tell him some of what you have told me.”

“He’s never hurt me,” whispered Betty. Ruth walked over to the barn door and hollered to Sheriff Hurley.

“Boss! I need a jacket for Betty, and I need you to come inside!”

“Let’s lock her up!” yelled John.

“No! Only the Sheriff can come in.”

“What’s going on Beaty!?” Ruth could tell Derek was losing patience.

“I promise to explain everything when you come in.”

“You’d better, the ice under you is so thin a bird could break through it.”

Ruth put her gun belt and badge back on and opened the door. Derek walked in, and Ruth shut the door behind him. He handed her the jacket, and she covered Betty’s bare shoulders. Betty covered herself and curled up against the wall. Ruth told Derek about the Mayor and John. Derek nodded and frowned when she mentioned the FBI.

“So, the FBI is on the way?”

“Yes, boss. I’m sorry I went over your head, but I don’t know who I can trust, and I didn’t want John to hear.”

Derek’s face relaxed. “You did the right thing Deputy. Betty, you stay where you are. Consider yourself in protective custody, Ruth will keep you safe.”

“There is something else, Boss. John is the one who called this into us. I have a feeling Betty, and Mayor Ellison, were not alone.”

The Sheriff leaned against a couple of moldy stacked hay bales. “I never thought something like this could happen in our happy small community.” Derek checked his watch. “The FBI will be here in the next couple of minutes. I’m sure John is wondering what I know. Betty, don’t say a word, not a peep. I’m going to open these doors and buy us a minute.”

Derek turned, and Ruth helped Betty get up and fix her clothes. Deputy Beaty gave him the all clear, and he opened the door.

“Are we takin’ her Sheriff?” John inquired. “She murdered the mayor.”

Derek looked back at Ruth. She discretely pulled Betty close.  Derek turned back to John. “Well, John. I do think we need to take somebody in for this.” In the distance, sirens could be heard quickly approaching down the country road. Derek continued. “This is a serious crime, so I thought I ought to ask for some help. After all, Betty and her family are respected members of the community”

John chuckled.

Derek pulled out his pistol and leveled it at John as the black cars and blue lights came into view. “John, I suggest you to put your hands behind your head and don’t breathe. I would love to have you join the mayor.”

John fell to his knees and spit a wad of chewing tobacco at the ground by the Sheriff’s shoe. “I was just the driver.”

Derek removed John’s weapon, and the FBI agent took over.


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