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Billy and The Policeman


Darren Ramon

Table Of Content

Table of content




The Glass eye and Grandpa

The Dream


The Apache

Officer High Water

The Search

The Waiting



The Morning

It was a Saturday morning when young Billy had an amazing idea. Boys his age were usually outside, playing and running in their little kingdoms of wonderment. Yet, all Billy could think about was being with his grandparents at their neighborhood store on the east side of town. Billy turned to his mom as she prepared a breakfast of chorizo and eggs with nice, warm flour tortillas.


"Mom, can I spend the night at Grandma’s?" asked Billy.


"Of course you can," she replied.


As soon as she said that, Billy was full of joy as he looked forward to spending the weekend with them. It was at their home where he could smell and taste the essence of the candy store, making it possible to satisfy the cravings of his sweet tooth which he was currently experiencing.


"Mom, I don’t have to have any breakfast since I can get some candy when I get to the store,” Billy told his mom.


"No, you will not! Sit down now and enjoy a good meal. Candies are not good for you and they ruin your teeth. You’ll have plenty of time to get candy, anyway.”

It was not long before Billy was on his bike as he madly rode through the desert on his way to his grandparents. Billy avoided the gopher holes, the mesquite bushes, the petrified rocks of the Permian Basin, and even the snakes. He tried not to pay attention to the big stadium which was the home of the first rodeo on a large complex that included horse stalls and businesses. It was at this location that the traveling carnival would appear including other fantastic events. As he rode on the dusty trail, he wondered how much longer it would take before he got to their house. Their house and store were located on Gomez Street, just opposite of the junior high school.



Billy rode with the best bike any boy could imagine ever having. It had been a gift from his parents and one that he treasured like a dear friend. He imagined that he could fly as if he was a bird while on Barroom. It also had a hidden compartment where he hid his sling shot in case he needed it. He had used it once to chase some boys that were visiting the babysitter at his home. Billy’s bike looked like a small motorcycle; equipped with a fake gas tank, slash storage compartment, and a key to start an imaginary engine that made a nice motorcycle sound. The bike would forever change Billy years later. Kids in the neighboorhood said that he was passing gas but to Billy they were just jealous.


His grandma always had something special for him to do, from putting prices on cans of food to making snow cones in the ice making section of the store. The snow cones were special, and Billy was always the sampler of any new flavors or whatever combinations he and his sister could think of. They mixed the flavors and combined the solutions into amazing concoctions of grape apple, pineapple orange, coconut rootbeer and many others. Their only problem was running out of ice. It was usually because Billy and his sister ate the snow cones. Grandma was happy anyway.

Billy’s Barroom Bike


The Store

When Billy finally got to the store, when the sun was at high noon, his grandma was ready for him. "Are you hungry, Billy?" she asked.


"I sure am!  Can I have a Babe Ruth, Grandma?" Billy replied.


"I don’t think so, how about a bowl of pinto beans and corn bread?"


"Wow, that sounds great!" exclaimed Billy.


Billy set at the table while Grandma prepared lunch. The store was closed for lunch. Grandpa was working out of town and would be home soon. Grandma was proud of her kitchen with all the latest gadgets and the nicley flowered cabinets grandpa had made for her. Grandpa was mason by trade and worked with the State of Texas Highway department building rest areas out of rock, stone and metal frames.

His grandfather would also have Billy help with other chores that required painting or plumbing. He never said no to work because it usually meant getting paid. A few dollars in the pocket meant going to Woolworth for some nice things. As the sun was setting, Grandpa finally made it to the store.  There, at the seat next to the cash register, was Billy carefully listening to baseball game on the radio. Billy couldn’t always figure out what they were saying because the radio was old and static sounding, but it kept him entertained, anyway.

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