by P. J. Lowry
“Yes they are.” Mags said with a smile.
Roderick smiled back. “Can I grab a few and take them to the hearings?”
“Of course you can, Ben.” Mags said as she went back to grab a few fresh biscuits for him. She tossed them into a paper bag and rolled the top of the bag up so the steam wouldn’t escape. She happily handed the bag over to the commander.
“Thanks Mags.” Roderick said as he took the bag from her. For a moment he felt like a small kid that was being handed his lunch before taking off for school. He left the saloon and started to stroll down the street towards the courthouse where he would preside over local disputes that couldn’t be resolved by the local magistrate. The Rocket Patrol agreed to do this as the people trusted them to be an honest, unbiased judge on the matters. While Roderick found the process to be boring, he understood it was necessary process to keep the piece in this small but very productive off world colony. While walking towards the courthouse, Roderick almost bumped into someone who was running out from around the corner. It was Emma, the little girl he had saved from the Sabre Lion the night before. “Whao there, little one.” Roderick said as he grabbed her arm. “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah.” Emma replied. “I’m just going to a friends place to play.”
“All right.” Roderick said as he looked down at her. Seeing her in direct daylight, Emma looked different from the previous night. She looked under nourished. He held up the small bag that Mags gave her. “Biscuit? Mags just made’em.”
Emma looked in the bag and grabbed a biscuit. As she took a deep bite, Roderick could see the stream rising from it. “Thank you.” She said to him after finishing the first bite.
Roderick shook the bag again. “Take one for your friend too.” He watched as she happily took another. He knew they would both be eaten before she even got to her friend’s house if she was going there at all. “I’ll be at the courthouse all day and after that I’ll be at Jethro’s Saloon. Drop by if you need anything. All right?”
“Yes sir.” Emma answered before finally running off.
When Roderick finally arrived to the courthouse, he could tell it was going to be a long day as there were close to a hundred people standing outside. They were lined up and ready to plead their case. Roderick was well aware that not everyone was going to like the decisions he was going to make that day, but his goal was to be fair and consistent. His goal was to make unbiased decisions to keep the peace and settle disputes, never showing favorites and recusing himself whenever there was a conflicts of interests. He made it clear to Mags to never bring up a case because he would never hear it so she was not to ever put him in that position. She had no problem respecting that request. There was no way Roderick was going to be able to hear everyone’s case today, but he would try to do as many as possible. It usually took three or four days to hear everyone’s case, which is why his visits usually lasted a week. Today’s crowd looked a little bigger than usual, but people were eager to be first. Usually the line would shorten when people realized they wouldn’t he heard today or if one case lasted a while and took up a good chunk of Roderick’s time.
Whenever Roderick felt an urge to say something witty or harsh, he silenced himself by taking a small bit out of Mag’s biscuits. He kept his cool and breezed through the first several cases with ease, and then things got sticky. The Millers came in with another complaint about cattle grazing on their land. Turns out their neighbours, the Jones family, didn’t keep their cows fenced in on their own property, letting them graze into the Miller’s yard, eating their grass and leaving spots of manure everywhere. The last time Roderick heard this case, he had ordered the Jones family to build a new fence and keep their cows on their own land but it turns out that never happened. After listening to the two men scream at one another, Roderick finally stepped in. “All right, settle down people. From what I gather, that fence I asked wasn’t made yet?”
“No Sir.” Mr. Miller replied.
“Mr. Jones.” Roderick started. “From what I was told, your crops and meat crops were so good last year that you didn’t have enough room to store it all. Is that true?”
“Yes Sir.” Mr. Jones answered.
“And how are they looking season?” Roderick asked.
“Just as good, maybe better.” Mr. Jones answered.
“Now be honest with me.” Roderick started. “You like it when the cows graze into the Miller’s yard. From what I gathered, he takes good care of his property and the cows enjoy eating there.”
Jones paused for a moment. “Yes Sir.”
“And because Mr. Miller doesn’t use any chemicals,” Roderick continued. “When you slaughter your cattle the meat is of a higher quality… is it not?”
“Yes Sir.” Mr. Jones replied.
“So would it seem unreasonable to compensate Mr. Miller for helping you create a product of higher quality?” Roderick asked.
“No Sir.” Mr. Jones answered.
“What percent of your crops do you think would be fair?” Roderick asked. “This would also save you from having to give away overstock at discounted prices. Give us a number.”
Jones paused for a moment as he pondered the request. “Five percent.”
“Mr. Miller.” Roderick said as he turned to face the other man. “Mr. Jones is offering you what I think is reasonable compensation for allowing his cows to graze on your property. Do you think five percent is reasonable?”
“I believe so.” Mr. Miller answered.
Roderick sighed as it looked like this matter would finally be resolved. “Mr. Jones, failure to abide by the terms we just agreed to will result in a fine and possible jail time at a lunar prison facility. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir.” Mr. Jones said as he nodded.
“Excellent.” Roderick said as he signed off on a ledger and softly pounded a small gavel onto the table before him. “I consider this matter to be resolved.”
Roderick was about to hear the next matter when suddenly a voice went off in his head. “Commander, we have a situation.”
Roderick stood up. “I require a recess. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.” He pounded the gavel into the table again and walked out of the room and into the bathroom, pretending he wanted to pee. Once in the stall, he locked the door. “Report.”
“An unmarked vessel has landed two miles south of the town.”
“How many life forms?”
“Censors detect two life forms but there could be more inside their vessel. They are walking towards town.”
“Are they armed?”
“Affirmative.”
“Dammit.” Roderick said as he walked out of the bathroom and left the courthouse. Located next to the courthouse was the Sheriff’s office, which was convenient if he need the Sheriff’s help to break apart a fight should one break out during the hearings. “Sheriff, we need to talk.”
“What’s up Ben?” the Sheriff asked.
“We have two armed me coming walking towards town from the south.” Roderick answered.
“How do you know this?” the sheriff asked.
No one was aware of the implant Roderick had that allowed him to stay in constant contact with his vessel. “I just do. We need to meet these men and disarm them before they come into town.”
“Why?” the sheriff asked. “My deputies can handle them.”
“No they can’t.” Roderick responded. “They’re off worlders.”
The Sheriff sat up and grabbed the gun off his desk. “Let’s go.”
Roderick and the Sheriff walked towards the part of town where his ship informed him the two intruders would enter. It was easy to notice the two men as they approached the town, as their high tech designer clothes and the space pistols by their sides were dead giveaways. “How do you want to handle this, Jerry?” Roderick called out to the Sheriff as they approached the two men.
“I’ll lead on this one.” Jerry answered. “I appreciate the back up.”
“That’s not
a problem.” Roderick answered as he stood by his friend’s side.
Jerry was a good Sheriff, but one who was well aware of the kind of trouble that came to town whenever someone off world strolled in unannounced. The town didn’t like people introducing new technology to the town folk as they preferred to use a little as possible and many swindlers tried to prey on the people with new gadgets in an attempt to temp them into giving them a good profit for items that are dirt cheap to produce. They had no idea what the two men were coming to town for, but Roderick had a feeling it wasn’t for anything legal.
When they were within twenty feet of the two men, Jerry was the first to speak up. “Put you your hands, no guns in town.”
“I’m not giving up anything.” The taller of the two called back. “What gives you the right to ask for anything?”
“This township is tech free.” The Sheriff called out. “No walking in with phasers or disruptors of any kind.”
“We’re not here for any trouble.” The second man called out.
“Your unmarked vessel would suggest otherwise.” Roderick snapped back at him.
“And who the hell are you?” the second man then asked.
Roderick grinned. He forgot that most people were not used to seeing him in his dress uniform, which was much different from the standard patrol garb. “My name is Commander Benjamin Roderick, Rocket Patrol.”
“Commander, their blood pressure is spiking…”
Whenever Roderick was confronting someone, his vessel would always monitor their heart rates and that allowed him to know when the shit was going to hit the fan. A spike in blood pressure meant only one thing: they were about to draw on him and the Sheriff. Roderick grabbed his laser pistol and drew with lightning quick speed, firing a single shot which blew the shorter man clean off his feet. Roderick’s weapon was set to stun, so the short man was still alive and lying on the ground with the wind completely knocked out of him. Roderick pointed the laser at the other man who hadn’t been quick enough to draw his own weapon. “Use your left hand and slowly put it on the ground.”
The taller of the two did as he was told, using his left hand to unholster his weapon and slowly place it on the ground.
Jerry was a little stunned by what had just transpired. “What the hell? Ben, why did you draw on them?”
“Cause they were about to draw on me.” Roderick answered.
“And you know this how?” Jerry asked. He had been watching them both and couldn’t tell and he considered himself a professional.
“I don’t think you really want to know how.” Roderick answered as he approached the big man and picked his gun off the ground. “There’s a nice cozy cell waiting for you and your friend. Pick him up off the ground and let’s get going.”
The taller man did what he was told and they all walked back to the Sheriff’s office. Once they returned there, Roderick locked them both up after searching them for more weapons or electronic devices that could help them escape. Roderick then took a small device out of his pocket and placed it on the desk. It was about the side of a baseball and the Sheriff watched as Roderick pressed a button on it and a green light came on and the small device started to buzz.
“What the hell is that?” the Sheriff asked.
“Something that blocks other devices from working.” Roderick said as he grinned as his prisoners. “That means you can’t call anyone left at your ship for help nor can they attempt to teleport you back to their location.”
The sheriff didn’t like using tech in his town, but considering this one was preventing off world trouble makers from getting out and causing more trouble… he was willing to make an exception. Besides, the Rocket Patrol needed whatever tech they could to protect the town like theirs from people like the two thugs that now dwelled within his cell. “Can you put it somewhere else where it won’t attract much attention?” he politely asked.
“Of course.” Roderick said as he picked up the small device and then placed it on the mantle behind his desk. There was a picture frame of his wife and kids, so Roderick hit the device behind that frame so no one else could see it. Once the device was stashed away, Roderick turned his attention towards the two men rotting in the Sheriff’s cell. “Now, you care to tell me what you have against the Rocket Patrol?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The tall man answered.
“Your blood pressure went through the roof the moment I identified myself.” Roderick continued. “So much so that I’m pretty sure you guys were on your way to drawing your weapons when I beat you to it. So what do you have against the Rocket Patrol?”
“I’m not telling you nothing!” the shorter one finally managed to spit out. He was still wheezing from being fired at earlier.
“You were going to fire on me, I want to know why.” Roderick asked. He wasn’t going anywhere until someone answered him.
The two men said nothing. Roderick finally had enough and gestured to the Sheriff. “Watch these two, I’m going back to ….” He paused for a moment and then walked outside. “Roderick to Red Five.”
“What can I do for you, Commander.” The ship replied.
“Has there been any further activity around the unmarked spaceship?” Roderick quickly asked as he walked back to the courthouse.
“There are three more life signs. Two of them are traveling further south, away from the town. They are not an immediate threat. One is remaining with the unmarked vessel.”
Roderick stopped and thought about it for a moment. “Keep watching the two men who are heading south. When they stop where they’re going, I want you to do a deep rock scan of their surrounding area. I want to know exactly what they’re looking for.”
“Understood, Commander.”
When Roderick returned to court, he immediately started to sift through his papers and look for specific disputes. He then came across a few he thought were very interesting, land disputes over mining rights to certain territories that more than one party is trying to stake as their own. Roderick grabbed the two files and marched back into the courtroom. “I apologize for the delay, but I had pressing Rocket Patrol business. Now, I need address a specific case. I am looking for Wilbur Tennant. Is Mr. Tennant here?”
A man stood up from the crowd. “I’m Wilbur Tennant.”
“Mr. Tennant.” Roderick started as he opened the file. “The land in question detailed in your dispute; where is it located?”
“It’s located about ten miles north of town.” Wilbur answered.
“Thank you.” Roderick said as he tossed the file back onto the table. “Please come back tomorrow and we’ll settle your dispute then. I need to do some research before hearing your case.”
Wilbur was a little confused but he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Roderick open the other file he found in the docket. “Is there a Mrs. Annabelle Wilson present?”
He looked around and finally a woman only a few years younger then himself stood up. Roderick recognized her almost immediately. It was the same women who answered the door when he returned Emma to the town the night before. Roderick took a deep breath, and continued. “Hello Ma’am. Can you tell me where the land you’re claiming is located?”
“Yes, Commander.” Annabelle replied. “It’s located, twenty miles south of here. My husband claimed it five years ago and after his death, ownership of that land should have fallen to me.”
“Commander, the two men who have left the unmarked vessel have stopped walking. They are standing in the exact spot she claims is her territory.”
“Start a deep rock scan.” Roderick whispered.
“Scan started.”
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
“No, I was just thinking out loud.” Roderick looked at the docket again. “And there is a Mr. Montgomery who claims that the land is his. Mr. Montgomery, are you here?”
A man on the other side of the courtroom stood up. He was wearing a very expensive suit, had a w
alking stick and other accessories that told Roderick all he needed to know about this fellow. “I’m here as well, Commander.” He answered with a smile. “Will you need some time to research this case as well?”
“No, I will not.” Roderick said as he tossed down the file. “I rule in favour of Mrs. Wilson. The land and everything on and under it is hers and hers alone.”
“On what grounds!” Mr. Montgomery roared when as he had no idea what was going on.
“On the grounds that I doubt Mrs. Wilson can’t afford the hired workers that are currently on her land, trying to steal its resources.” Roderick answered. “Nor do I think she hired the two thugs to come into town to raise some trouble. It’s clear that their job was to distract me long enough for you pillage Mrs. Wilson’s land before I had a chance to make a decision regarding your case.”
“This is outrageous!” the old man roared, veins popping out of his head.
“No, it’s criminal.” Roderick pulled out his laser pistol and fired it in the courtroom, hitting Mr. Montgomery pretty much in the exact same place where he hit the shorter fellow on the outskirts of town. The beam which was still set to stun knocked the well dressed man clean off his feet and he landed hard on the wooden floor with a loud thud. Roderick then approached a man and picked him up off the floor. “You’re under arrest.”
“On what charge?” the old man asked through the pain.
“Let’s start with mischief, which is what those two men you sent into town were doing.” Roderick answered. “Trying to delay these hearings also counts as obstruction of my duties as well as the most important charges which are wasting my time and pissing me off!” Roderick bound Mr. Montgomery’s hands behind his back and then turned to face the rest of the people who where there to settle their own disputes. “There will be no more hearings today. I will remain in town an extra day to make sure everyone’s case is heard. The Rocket Patrol thanks you for your patience.”