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The Wakefield Santa

By: Joannie Kay
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Joannie Kay
4 Chapters / 11,103 Words
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The Wakefield Santa is leaving poorly written poems on the town's bulletin board and Sheriff Hamilton Wakefield is bound and determined to protect the lovely Janie's reputation when Santa seems determined to shred her reputation to shreds. Just because he and Janie set sparks off of each other, it didn't mean that he wasn't aware of her as a woman, and his instincts were to keep her close to him so that she would be safe.

Ham threatens to jail Santa when he found him, but Santa seemed to know where he was and when he was sleeping. Janie doesn't mind Ham's attention and confesses to him that he really did matter to her, even when he put her directly over his knee for losing her temper in a physical way!

With the shocking revelation that Janie does love him, Ham is even more determined to reveal the identity of the Wakefield Santa and stop his mean-spirited poems.

Chapter One

Wakefield, Wyoming Territory

December 1871

“Did you hear, Sheriff? The Wakefield Santa struck again! This time it were Ollie Jones Santa singled out!”

“Not again!” Sheriff Ham Wakefield closed his eyes against the headache that had been plaguing him for over two weeks now, ever since Santa first started leaving his gifts and pointed notes, which exposed people’s faults for the entire town to read. Ham would love to find Santa and throw him or her into jail until after Christmas was over for the year.

“He got Ollie down good, too,” Maury tittered gleefully. There was no love lost between him and the owner of the other general store in town. Ollie could charge what he wanted to charge and folks had no choice but pay what he was asking if they wanted the item� That is, until Maury came to town. Maury offered better prices, and a friendly face on the other side of the counter. Ollie hated him for ruining his business, but folks were happy to trade with Maury. Ollie tried a time or two to put Maury out of business, but Ham stepped in each time and gave Ollie a choice of jail or practicing fair business practices. Each time Ollie gave in. Of course, Maury enjoyed seeing the man brought to his knees, and this business with the Wakefield Santa was tickling him to no end.

“Thanks for letting me know, Maury. I’ll have a look around and see what I can learn.” Whoever was playing Santa was having a lot of fun setting the town on its ear, and Ham was going to catch the person, whoever it was! Ham plopped his hat on his head and stepped outside and walked over to the community bulletin board. There was a crowd of men and women standing around, reading the neatly penned words and either laughing at Santa’s wit, or expressing strong disapproval.

“You, Sheriff.” Pearl Coddington crooked her index finger at Ham. “I thought you were going to discover who was doing this?’

“I am trying, ma’am,” Ham said politely.

“Not very hard, it would seem to me.” She raised one thin eyebrow.

“I am investigating.”

“Well, who do you suspect, then?” she asked pointedly.

“Mrs. Coddington, I assure you I am trying to find this person, but I am not about to name names until I am sure.”

“Well, I can assure you that I had better not see my name bandied about on this board as if I am some common cowboy! I shall have your badge should that happen.”

“Mrs. Coddington, there are times I would gladly gift wrap this badge and present it to you on a silver platter.”

“Do not get snippy with me, young man, or I shall have words with your mother.”

“Do what you have to do, ma’am,” he invited with an impudent grin. His sweet little Ma didn’t like the mouthy woman any better than he did, and he knew that Ma would take his side and defend him. A few of the more daring residents of Wakefield laughed outright, and Mrs. Coddington stomped off in a huff.

Finally, Ham was able to get close enough to read what amounted to a taunt:

There was a naughty store owner named Ollie,

No one could say he was one bit jolly,

His bitter downfall was near,

And none would shed a tear,

It was the result of his own folly!

The Wakefield Santa

A tiny redhead wiggled her way between him and the sign. “Am I in your way, Princess?” Ham asked sarcastically.

“You are always in my way, Hamilton Wakefield,” she replied smartly. “Step back; I want to read the sign for myself!”

“Did you ever hear of saying ‘excuse me’,” he asked.

“Just move your overgrown carcass,” she bossed, and when he stubbornly refused to move as ordered, she picked up one tiny foot and brought her pointed heel down on the toe of his right boot!

“Ahggghhhhh!” Ham hollered as he danced about on one foot. “You little brat! Why the hell didn’t your father teach you some manners when you were a kid?” he roared, barely restraining himself from kneeling on the sidewalk and giving her a spanking right there on the spot. God knows the little snipit deserved a sore bottom.

“He taught me plenty of manners; unfortunately they do not apply to misbegotten fools like you!” she retorted.

“I can see you got out of bed on the wrong side today.”

“At least I didn’t sleep in my clothes,” she remarked, green eyes flashing.

“And how would you know I slept in my clothes, Princess?” he demanded, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. It was enough to cause a couple of the old men lingering around the sign to chuckle appreciatively.

“Why you� you� you ass!” The little brat stomped off, muttering under her breath.

“Sheriff, you ought to marry that girl. You two fight like an old married couple.” And that set off the chuckles from anyone within hearing and it was Ham’s turn to stomp off, muttering under his breath.� He didn’t know what it was about the little redhead that got to him so, but she had never liked him. He could feel the animosity pouring fourth whenever he got within ten yards of her! His sister had been good friends with his nemesis for years, and whenever she came out to the ranch to stay for a few days, he always went hunting. It was safer that way� for both of them. His Pa would have no qualms about taking both of them to the woodshed for a tanning if they had one of their set-tos within his hearing. It was just best if he disappeared for a while.

He asked some questions of Ollie, but he merely clamped his lips tightly together and refused to say a word beyond accusing Maury of being the Wakefield Santa.� Ham didn’t think so, but then, he didn’t have one darn clue who it could be. More than likely he would discover it was one of the young teens around town who were always up to mischief of some sort, but until he found out who it was, he was going to keep a sharp eye. Some of the notes from Santa were a bit threatening in nature, and with Christmas coming closer, Ham just didn’t know what to expect.

If it wasn’t so damn cold at night he would sit outside right underneath the community bulletin board, and dare Santa to hang something new, but, it was too cold to be outside right now for longer than it took him to do his rounds of the town. He would do like he did last night and try to stay awake and watch out the window of the jail for anyone lingering about.

* * * * *

The door to the jail banged open and the redhead with the nastiest temper in town marched inside, wrapped her foot around the leg of his chair, and dumped him on his back on the floor! “You are the poorest excuse for a Sheriff I have ever seen! This Santa business is not funny! I demand you find this person and punish them!”

“What I would like to do is punish you!” he roared. “I’m sick and tired of you getting physical with me every damn time you get close to me. What happened to, ‘Good morning, Ham.’ For two cents, Princess, I would spank you soundly.”

“You just try it and I’ll�No!” she exclaimed, when he jumped up and snagged her wrist, pulling her down over his bent knee as he knelt on the floor of the Sheriff’s Office.

He whacked her behind. The slap was muffled by her heavy cloak and all of her clothing. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long and I will be damned if I’m going to let all of your clothing get in the way," Ham vowed.

He shoved the cloak aside, and then he pushed up her heavy woolen skirt, and all of the petticoats she was wearing against the cold. She wore heavy underwear, too, but he wasn’t about to pull them down and learn she wasn’t wearing regular drawers. His Ma would be after him with a shotgun if he actually bared the girl, but he’d taken as much as he could take, and this time he was going to make a stand. He started spanking her, hoping the spanks were hard enough to be felt through her heavy, warm drawers.

“Ow! Stop! Ouch! Stop, Hamilton, stop! Please! Ow! Ow! Oh, it hurts!” she cried out, but the terrible spanking continued.

“You need to stop pushing me, Princess!” he warned, punctuating his words with spanks meant to chastise.

“Oh! I hate you! I hate you!” she bawled, and continued to scissor her legs. It was obvious she wasn’t used to being disciplined, or she wouldn’t continue to berate him while lying across his knee. The more she chewed on him, the harder he spanked, until she was sobbing. “I’m sorry!” she finally whispered. “Please stop! I am sorry!”

“What are you sorry for?” he asked, wanting to make sure she understood that he would not be played for a fool.

“For knocking you to the floor and cursing you,” she immediately replied. “Please, Hamilton! Stop now! I’m sorry!”

Ham felt he had proven his point. He stopped spanking her backside and pulled down her skirts before standing her on her feet. “Now what is the problem?” he asked, but rather than answer him, she whirled and took off running, pushing through the crowd of people who were blocking the door opening of his office.

“Shut the damn door!” he yelled, and one of the old codgers grabbed the door and shut it. Ham righted the chair, then put on his heavy coat and hat and stomped outside. The crowd parted, and he marched to where people were standing in front of the bulletin board. There was a new Santa message:

There was a bonny sweet lass named Princess,

Who wished for only one thing for Christmas,

The love of a handsome man named Ham.

Who professed not to give a tinker’s damn,

What will happen to bring Santa success?

The Wakefield Santa

“This is not the least bit funny!” he roared. He ripped the Santa notes from the board and then stomped over to the hotel and into the dining room. He took a seat alone at his usual table in the corner.

Becky timidly approached him and he forced himself to calm down. “The usual, hon. Plenty of coffee, and fast.” He didn’t realize how angry he sounded, but he was angry. How dare someone say something like that? He didn’t care for himself, because he knew his not caring was a damned lie, but to hurt Janie like that. He was furious. The coffee arrived, and Becky poured him a cup. “Becky, do you have any idea at all who the Wakefield Santa is?” he asked in a somewhat calmer tone of voice.

“No, sir, I don’t! It wasn’t me; I swear!” He suddenly realized she was on the verge of tears. Her eyes were a shiny wet.

“I know it isn’t you, Becky,” he reassured her. “If you hear something, or even suspect someone, please come to me right away. Janie doesn’t deserve to be ridiculed like that,” he insisted.

“Some folks think as it is you, Ham,” she whispered, almost afraid to say the words. “I tell them it’s not!” she hurriedly added.

“Thanks, Becky. You are right; it is not me. I would never do that to Janie. Please keep your eyes and ears open. I trust you to let me know if you hear something worth checking out.”

She smiled at him then. “I will, Ham,” she promised, then hurried away to see if his big breakfast was ready.

Ham finished his food and then reluctantly headed across the street. He needed to see Janie and see if she had any idea of who could be behind it. He didn’t want to face her, but he needed to tell her the truth. He didn’t really hate her, and he didn’t know why she hated him. He got a firm grip on his temper and walked inside, and immediately felt out of place. The dress shop was designed for women. He was just plain too darn big to be in the store part. He knew that Janie sewed for a lot of women in town, and her work was considered exceptional by Pearl Coddington, and if that woman thought it well done, then Ham knew it was the best in the entire territory.

“I’ll be right there,” he heard her call in a sweet tone of voice, and then she walked out into the store from the back and saw it was him. “What do you want, Sheriff?” she asked, her voice full of hurt.

“Janie, I have something to say, and it would please me if you would turn off the daggers for a couple of minutes and let me speak my mind.”

“Very well,” she answered.

“That verse is not the truth. I do give a damn about you, and I always have. I don’t know what set us off on the wrong foot, but I wish I could take it back, whatever it was.” He saw the shocked look on her face and then the door opened and Mrs. Coddington walked right in.

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked with a sniff.

“No, of course not,” Janie answered. “If you go on back and take off your clothing, Mrs. Coddington, I’ll bring in your dress for the fitting as soon as I finish speaking to the Sheriff.”

“Very well,” she replied, giving Ham a frosty look as she walked past him.

“I did not write that, Janie, and I apologize for whoever did. I can see why you were so upset this morning.”

“I was rude this morning, Hamilton. I do apologize. Your sister would be so angry with me for acting like such a hellion.”

“She wouldn’t be happy with me, either, so let’s agree not to tell her,” he suggested, and she actually smiled. “You’d best get to Mrs. Coddington. I’ll try to find Santa,” he promised.

“Thank you, Hamilton.” She smiled sweetly, and his heart beat a little faster.� It was a shock to realize that the girl he’d fought with for so many years was in reality a grown up woman who was absolutely gorgeous. He found himself wanting to find Santa and lock him in jail for hurting her feelings this morning. But, where in hell did he start? Almost anyone in the entire town could be guilty.

Cindy on 05/27/2016 08:02am
Sweet and good. And nice interesting little mystery.
Cindy on 05/27/2016 08:02am
Sweet and good. And nice interesting little mystery.
Katy Beth McKee on 12/20/2014 02:55pm
A fun Christmas tell of a couple getting together with a little help from a prankster in town. Great to see two people go from ready to strangle each other to getting hitched.
Katy Beth McKee on 12/20/2014 02:55pm
A fun Christmas tell of a couple getting together with a little help from a prankster in town. Great to see two people go from ready to strangle each other to getting hitched.
Denise on 12/19/2014 05:25pm
This was a very sweet story, with a surprise ending. I liked all the characters and enjoyed their play throughout the story. I think another story could be added to make this a full story, not just a Christmas special.
Denise on 12/19/2014 05:25pm
This was a very sweet story, with a surprise ending. I liked all the characters and enjoyed their play throughout the story. I think another story could be added to make this a full story, not just a Christmas special.
Caroline on 12/18/2014 09:39pm
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Caroline on 12/18/2014 09:39pm
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Redrabbitt on 12/18/2014 01:09pm
Sometimes two stubborn people need an extra nudge to find love and happiness. Sheriff Hamilton "Ham" Wakefield and town seamstress Janie have been friends since childhood. For years they have each had feelings for the other but instead fought and argued. The town of Wakefield has been hit by a secret Santa leaving verses and the attack is now on Ham and Janie. Will it make them talk and admit their feelings to one another? How does Santa know that Ham has spanked Janie? Will Santa bring Ham and Janie together or will the notes become a riff between them?
Redrabbitt on 12/18/2014 01:09pm
"Sometimes two stubborn people need an extra nudge to find love and happiness. Sheriff Hamilton ""Ham"" Wakefield and town seamstress Janie have been friends since childhood. For years they have each had feelings for the other but instead fought and argued. The town of Wakefield has been hit by a secret Santa leaving verses and the attack is now on Ham and Janie. Will it make them talk and admit their feelings to one another? How does Santa know that Ham has spanked Janie? Will Santa bring Ham and Janie together or will the notes become a riff between them?"
Kate on 12/18/2014 01:04pm
Cute story. Very short.
Kate on 12/18/2014 01:04pm
Cute story. Very short.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.
Angie on 12/16/2014 08:46am
This was such a good short story. The poems ended up bringing two people together, but the Wakefield Santa was a surprise.

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