Return to the Bender Inn
March 27, 1873
The Bender Inn
I write this down before I will chose to forget it.
The last leg of our journey and the final one began with nasty weather and ended with worse.
Upon arising at the Grand Hotel in Cherryvale we had breakfast, met the Sheriff, a man whose man I have forgotten more easily, and inquired about one Samuel, Simon or Saul, something like that, Tully. He was not hard to find as he was working nearby. However we had no sooner began to introduce ourselves when no one other than Katie Bender appeared, no sooner had we mentioned the good Doctor York or the Loncore family than she had bambulzued him of with her to her domicile for their typical pleasures.
We collected the sheriff, informed him of our concerns and gave chase.
Upon arrival at the Bender Inn, oh, had mentioned it was sleeting, misty and nasty weather all around. Made being stealthy easier at least. Jimmy the Wolf and Mumple decided to sneak up to the house while Sister Marie, who is apparently quite a good shot with a rifle covered the entrance.
Somewhere along the line a shot rang out, Jimmy yelled from around back and we charged to his aid.
Upon arrival near the back door we saw Jimmy, wounded by a blow from the hammer that Father Frank was wielding engaged in melee while further on Junior and Mumple were at odds and a dead Sirius Tully, oh what was his name who had his head caved in with a suspicious large hammer shaped blow to his cranium?
It seemed that the time for stealth and conversation had ended.
I drew my cavalry saber, aka, the Artist’s sword and neatly sliced off the head of the murderous blacksmith Father Frank. Meanwhile Herb and Mumple had dispatched Junior and we moved to the door.
I had picked up the hammer, in case we needed it for the door, but that was unneeded as it was unlocked and easily thrown open, which I did and then my companions rushed inside.
When they had cleared and I entered the room Herb and Henry had rushed ahead while Jimmy was attempting to scalp Old Lady Bender as she sat in her rocker his tomahawk stuck in the wall behind her. I am unsure of his reasoning but decided to knock her out so we could question her later. She aptly dodged my blow and then pulled out a knife and stabbed Jimmy in the side! Apparently she had poisoned her blade as Jimmy doubled up in agony and I decided that mercy had come to an end and swung the hammer with enough force to smash knock out a cougar right onto her head.
She did not flinch.
She laughed maniacally and rocked more in her chair. It was damned eerie.
Anyway I took a few steps back, to get out of knife range, dropped the hammer and pulled out my Colt Paterson 45 and shot three times. I found out later that Herb, upon exiting the other room he had rushed into also shot her a couple times as well. Finally after taking enough damage to down a bison I got off a lucky shot right between her eyes and splattered her brains on the back wall.
In the meanwhile Sister Marie had arrived and pulled Jimmy outside, or maybe it was Mumple, I am not sure. Anyway, the said that Katie was dead had taken the sheriff, who had been rendered unconscious for some reason outside as well.
I went outside while Herb stopped to look for some reason at the wall behind the now dead Old Lady Bender’s head for some reason.
The entire time of the fight I was beginning to have hallucinations of that terrible conflict again, blood and gore, violence and pain and despair. It was settling, I wanted nothing more to do with the house. I was all I could do to keep my mind focused on the task at hand.
Upon leaving the house I bent down to help out Sister Marie with Jimmy, who she had been helping with his wounds.
And then, for some reason I cannot fathom, after picking up Jimmy, I decided to return to the house.
Apparently I decided to go get his knife I saw lying on the floor, a treasured gift from his father I sought it out.
I re-entered the house.
Immediately Images of blood and violence flew before my eyes, the words bleed, bleed, bleed kept calling to me, perhaps it was the gore of the scene or memories of the war, I do not know and shall not dwell upon it.
Which is when the accident happened. Clumsily I slipped on the blood and cut a rather nasty gash in my arm with the very knife I was trying to obtain. I grabbed it and ran from the house, the pain shocking me back to my senses! We mounted up and headed back to Cherryvale and just in time. As we arrived so did the nastiest storm of the season!
For four days the winds blew, the snow came down and the land was as dark and as cold as the worst weather I have seen. We only ventured out of the hotel to cross the street for food, drink and what little social life exists in Cherryvale during a blizzard. Fortunately we managed to stay warm, heal up and regain our senses somewhat.
During this time Mumple and the others decided that we needed to return to the house and see what evidence and clues we could find. With the Benders dead, it should have been a simple task. Rejoining the Sheriff we returned to the Bender Inn.
I had already decided that I would not be entering the Bender’s Inn. My experiences with Old Lady Bender and the knife had opened memories I have long kept buried. I would not risk what semblance of normalcy I have left by entering that place. No, I feared that I might seek to hurt myself once again.
So I helped to recover the body of Silas Tully and proceeded to the barn, where I found several sheep, a couple cows and a puny looking horse that had not been fed or watered for days. I took care of them and then proceeded to check out in the Orchards in the direction of where the Benders had been carrying Silas’ corpse, figuring they might have a grave pit or pile out there. And, in fact, after digging through some snow I discovered a pile what seemed somewhat out of sorts with the landscape. However the ground was also frozen. I am sure they will find the body of the Good Doctor York here, along with many others when the Thaw comes. I was glad it had not come yet.
I returned to the horses only to find out that Jimmy and Sister Mary had subdued Herb and had him tied up on a horse! Meanwhile Henry was tracking Jimmy around the house, apparently with his gun drawn. I threw a quick snowball at Henry, which distracted him enough so that Jimmy was able to avoid being shot and knocked Henry unconscious!
Jimmy returned to us, with the unconscious Mumple, requested that we tie him up and onto a horse. We did so as he recovered the dynamite we had and a fuse. He told us that he was going inside and that if he did not return we should ride to Cherryvale and summon reinforcements.
Being our senior in the agency by far I saw wisdom in his plan as did Sister Marie.
Jimmy re-entered the house and returned few seconds later signalling for us to go for cover, which we did, just in time for a tremendous boom to blow the house to smithereens!
Finally!
Evidence be damned. Live to fight another day is most assuredly the number one rule in the Hennessy Handbook.
We took our leave of the place and returned to Cherryvale.
In my report I advocated that the entire place be burned, what was left of it, and then buried, The site should be removed from our history and forgotten, the Trace would soon be replaced with the Rail and the horrors of the place should be lost to history. When the thaw came I was sure that bodies would be discovered in the Orchard but the guilt of the Bender’s was beyond doubt. Let that be the end of it. Col. York wanted more absolute proof, as all we had was circumstantial evidence, which it was, but sometimes that is all you get.
Upon my return, the drinking of numerous shots of whiskey and a nice bath I overheard Henry talking with Col. York, he was speaking of strange things, of a mysterious stone abattoir. Of hearing voices, mind control even! Pfft. Henry was having his own form of hallucinations from the war. Well, certainly things had occurred at the Bender Inn, and before that at the Witches House and even at the Devil’s Rockpile that I cannot explain. The world is weirder than I have previously imagined, true. But beyond that I cannot say.
The Bender’s are dead. Their story is done, as is the Case of the Missing Doctor. Hmmm, this would make a good tall tale for my Weird West series. Perhaps I shall call it “The Curious Case of the Blood-Cult of Kansas” I am sure I can spin that into a decent Penny Dreadful. I shall have to change it enough to met the needs of my readers and run it by Rupert’s lawyers but I am sure I can weave a grim but fair tale out of this series of macabre events! Mumple's wild ramblings aside I am looking forward to taking the train out of here and off to Chicago, it will be a welcome change.
April 1, 1873
Cody Caldwell's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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An Interesting Journal I found in the Chicago Library
08 Aug 2019 12:04:56
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The Story Begins! The Case of the Missing Doctor
March 16, 1873
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The Case of the Missing Doctor-Part 2, A Mysterious Death and the Devil's Rockpile
March 17, 1873
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The Case of the Missing Doctor-Part 3, Bears, Otters and Bisons oh my!
March 21, 1873
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Contacts for Cody Caldwell
March 23, 1873
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The Many Fathers of Cody Caldwell
March 23, 1873
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The Final Journal Entry of Samuel Caldwell Colt
2018 11 12
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Confessions, not that I need any.
March 23, 1873
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Parsons was a cold, miserable mess of a town. Walnut was worse.
March 24, 1873
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From Parsons to Ladore and then Cherryvale
March 26, 1873
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Return to the Bender Inn
March 27-April 1, 1873
08 Aug 2019 12:04:56
March 16, 1873
March 17, 1873
March 21, 1873
March 23, 1873
March 23, 1873
2018 11 12
March 23, 1873
March 24, 1873
March 26, 1873
March 27-April 1, 1873
The major events and journals in Cody Caldwell's history, from the beginning to today.
An Interesting Journal I found in the Chicago Library
The Diary of Father Deigo de La Cucan (Preface: I left my notes with Chris so all the names here are probably wrong, I will correct them later.) Praise the Holy Father that my words ring true. The date was June 15th, 1583 and we had repaired our boa...
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Social
Birthplace
New York City
Current Residence
Kansas City, Kansas
Contacts & Relations
His adopted father Samuel Colt. his carnival teacher Maskelyne the Magnificent, his detective mentor Kate Warne, his war time boss Ulysses S. Grant and ally Harriet Tubman, his personal hero Walt Whitman, his nemesis Col. Wilber Smithers AKA the outlaw “Reb Greyson.”
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Lt. Carlton James (C.J.) Colt of the United States Army, honorable discharged.
Wealth & Financial state
Cody appears to be of average wealth and resources but he is in reality quite wealthy and is able to afford the finer things in life. He can spend $150 daily and up to $25 on specific items and has assests of $12500 in various stocks, bonds, bank accounts and deposits.
Family Ties
The Colt Family of Hartford Conneticut.
Religious Views
Agnostic.
Social Aptitude
Depends on the situation, Cody tries to fit in with the local crowd and not appear to be too different. Being different gets you killed.
Hobbies & Pets
Artwork and storytelling. He sells his stories and drawings as Penny Dreadfull "news" to Eastern Newspapers. And they lap it up.
Speech
Cody affects a Western/Southern style accent but his normal speech is very Eastern and proper when he is speaking normally.