Finnis McGinnis: Christmas Edition:Flame Series

Chapter 2

Finnis McGinnis

It emerged from the densely wooded area like a butterfly escaping its cocoon. Brilliant blues and swirls of color hugged the sides of the wooden delivery wagon. The name, 'F. I. McGinnis' was proudly splashed across both sides in big, bold letters. Pulling this kaleidoscope-on-wheels was—according to those who would know—the most stubborn mule on the planet.

His fur, as white as snow, would have been noticeable enough; but Bandit—as he was so aptly named—was also blessed with a streak of dark brown fur showcasing his big, brown eyes.

"Dodge City." Finnis announced to no one. "Has a nice ring to it. Don't you think so, Bandit?" The mule cast a somewhat sardonic look over his shoulder. Finnis had a hearty laugh, to match his slightly rotund body.

He reached back behind the seat for a blanket. Kansas could be quite cold this time of year, but he was used to traveling in all kinds of weather. To all kinds of places. Finnis had seen both oceans and all thirty-eight states. But his journeys were not confined only to this country.

During his many years, whose actual numbers had yet to be determined, he had met with Kings and Queens. Presidents and paupers. Finnis went wherever he was needed; and now…he was needed in Dodge City, Kansas.

On its best day, the clapboard buildings of grey and brown wood projected a dreary and dull skyline. Today, a thick, cold fog had wrapped itself around the town like a blanket, causing it to appear even more gloomy.

Finnis shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. He knew Bandit was tired and hungry and decided to try to cajole him into a better mood.

"There's a little man in Dodge City that is quite fond of mules." Finnis leaned forward in his seat to get a better look a Bandit's ears. When the animal was pleased, he would wiggle his oversized furry appendages. However, this comment had no apparent effect.

"Also, two adorable little children." Now the ears were moving! Bandit loved children. Along with the twitching, he would emit a loud, happy cry. It started off like a whinny, but morphed into a hee-hawing bray. When he was really happy, it just ended up a big long, 'Heehaaaawwww!' and that was his response now.

"I thought that would please you." Finnis gave the reins a little tug to move Bandit along, just a wee bit quicker.

TBC