The Last Santa Fa Newise

 Chapter 1

 By: DxInsider

"President's daughter gets kidnapped by mother, being force to married a cow, photos inside!"

I was at my selling spot, a block away from Tibby's, busy yelling out fake headlines; just sold my 61 pape, it was a good day. That's when Boots came running up to me.

"Hey Boots, sold all your papes?"

"Riggs, you have to come with me to Tibby's; NOW!"

"I was just on my way there." I don't think he heard me. Boots grabbed my arm and dragged me to Tibby's. In the back of my mind I was thinking, what the hell happen? "Did someone get soaked by the Dalancey Brothers?" Boots dragged me into Tibby's, never answering my question. All the newises were there, looking worried and eating lunch; Racetrack was sitting by the door, so I asked him. "Hey Race," I whisper, "what happened?"

He looked up at me, lighting his cigar. "Sarah dumped Jack."

"What?!" Looking over to table at the far end. Jack Kelly sat at his table, his tuna fish and ketchup sandwich, looks like he was on his 3rd drink with his forehead resting on the table. Dave and his little brother Les was trying to cheer him up, but it wasn't working.

"Hey guys."

"Hey Riggs, my sis left Jack. I hate her now."

"Les, don't hate your sister now, even if she is a dirty, trash bag ho. Now let good old Riggs handle Jack."

Dave and Les both got up letting me sit next to the Cowboy. Before anyone could say anything, my head slammed down hard on the table, now I was sitting like Jack; he looked so sad. His gold eyes were a little red and he wasn't smiling, just kept staring at the floor. [I think it's time for some of my cheering up magic.]

"Wow Jack, what a view! This the greatest thing I have ever seen!" Jack started to smile. "Everyone will pay a lot of money just to come here and look at this great view. Jack, we'll be rich; richer then Pulitzer! We can buy Manhattan and kick out the Dalancey Brothers! What do you say, Cowboy?"

Lifting my head up, looking at him with a big smile on my face. He looked up at me and started to laugh. The newises smiled, happy to see their leader was ok. "I don't think we'll get rich, Riggs," gives me a hard pat on the back. "But thanks for cheering me up."

"Hey no problem, just come with me after lunch to sell papes at the park." With a smile, Jack agrees to it. He bit into his tuna fish and ketchup sandwich, I joined him; we both eat the same sandwich ever day since I became a newise here. We sat there eating, listening to the guys, talking about papes, girls and listening to Racetrack talk about a horse he knew was a winner.

[Yeah right, Race. You wish that's a good horse.] And right on clue, Jack said what I was just thinking. "Yeah right, Race. You wish that's a good horse." Jack and me had a way of reading each other's minds. "It is! I'm going to hit it big, Cowboy!"

"Lets go, Riggs." Cowboy got up, paying for both our lunches and going out the door; making me run to catch up.

You're thinking of Sarah, right?" We have been selling papes for a few hours and he hadn't said a word. There was no one around, so I made him sit down on a bench. "Talk to me, Francis." Jack looked up at me, giving that look again; the 'if-you-ever-call-me-that-your-dead' look. But I knew he wouldn't. I was one of the very, very few that knew who Jack Kelly really was; for example Medda Larkson of Irving Hall is his aunt on his mother side. So he could talk to me about anything and I wouldn't judge.

"**sighs** I love her, Riggs. She's beautiful, smart, she's, she's…"

"Was your one and only?"

"Yeah, I wanted to marry her. I took my ma's wedding ring from Medda today to give it to her; see?" My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw the ring. It was solid gold band with a diamond shape like a rose with two emerald shape leafs on both sides. "Its beautiful. Jack, trust me on this. Sarah wasn't your type anyways."

"Oh really? Then what is my type?"

"Well um…" I got up and started to pace, something that I do when I am thinking. "Well, she has to be strong to soak anyone that may try to hurt her, she would have to be a good listener; if you do marry she would not force you to stop being a newise. She would have to know all your dreams, your pain, the real Jack Kelly, and never judge you." Looks at Jack, "that is the girl for you."

"Well Riggs," stands up, smiling at me. "If you were a girl, you'll be prefect for me." I could feel my face growing red and hot. "I'm a boy Jack, don't forget it."

"I won't. **laughing** I'll see you later, got to give back the ring to Medda."

"Bye Jack." When I knew he was gone, I started to breath really fast. [Oh Jack, if you only knew.] With a sigh, I picked up my last pape.

"Hey, kid."

[Oh good, I can sell my last pape.] "Buy my last pape, S…"

[OH GOD!]