Sagehen Mesa - Season 2 - Episode 16 - Sam's World

 Howdy again. Sam here. I reckon it's time I updated y'all on the events of my life here in Sagehen Mesa. Last time I spoke, I told ya about my weddin' and the subsequent baby-making. I believe you're aware that Bobbi and me were expectin' a young'un. Bobbi's first pregnancy was a little rough on her. She complained of aches 'n' pains often. 

It was around this time that we discovered the new basketball court that Ms. Mahon made possible with her generous donation to the town. It really helped Bobbi work out those sore muscles. 

At first, she wasn't too sure about it, but she quickly saw the benefits. 

It wasn't long before Bobbi produced our firstborn. We named him Jarod after my own pa. 

About a year later, we had a second son and named him Larry, after Bobbi's pa. 

Our house sure is noisy with the young'uns bellerin' for this and bellerin' for that, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I can't wait until they get a little older and more interestin'. Maybe they can play in the sprinklers with me then. I'm been spendin' a lot more time gardenin' lately and it's great to wash off in the sprinklers before taking my stinky self to the house. (Apparently it was Bobbi who took the pictures of me and the sprinkler, and she hasn't developed them for me to share with you yet. Sorry about that.)

Bobbi still manages to spend some time with her friend Tess.

 They're thick as thieves.

Tess is a pretty adventurous sort. Always up for a challenge. 

Sagehen Mesa is a tight-knit community. Neighbors are always gettin' together and celebratin' and enjoyin' each other's company.  

That's not to say we don't have conflicts with one another, though. Bobbi and I have had a couple rude visitors to our house. That Bryon Whiting has some rough edges to 'im. 

He tends to make some rude comments from time to time and overstay his welcome, I try to find some common ground with him by talking about our kids. Bobbi just wishes he'd take a long trip. 

Dr. Ellen tends to show up at people's houses and stick her nose in everyone's business. She seem rather entitled to me. She showed up fairly late one night as we had just got the babies to bed wanting to talk with me. She told Bobbi she'd meet me in the barn. By the time I got to the barn, she had helped herself to the bar. 

"What did you need to see me about Dr. Ellen? Do you want some help with your book?

"I could share some insight with the criminal mind," I offered. "I come across all sorts in my line of work as a PI."

"Don't be silly," she retorted. "You are hardly the proper person to provide that kind of insight. I would definitely consult with the police as they are the real experts on such matters."

She had a lot of nerve commin' to a man's house and insulting him like that! I told her she needed to leave immediately. I never did find out what she wanted to see me about. 

We have some good neighbors too. For instance, Rae and I have patched things up since my blunder with trying to apprehend Dr. Baum. I guess I showed my cards with him too soon, and he skedaddled. But like I said, Rae has forgiven me. She and Clancy are wanting to start a family of their own, so I share my experiences as a parent. 

Kids are great. Maybe if they have some soon, our kids can play together and be friends. If we can get enough young'uns in this town, maybe we could form a basketball team. I'd be willing to coach them. I've seen a few kids on the court, but not many yet. 

It seems mostly the adults who take advantage of the court. The other day the preacher and Ms. Josie squared off in a friendly competition. Pastor Jasper heard that Ms. Josie was quite the basketball whiz in her younger days and challenged her to a shoot out. 

"Oh, shucks, I don't know," she demurred. "It's been so long since I've shot a basketball, I'm sure I'm pretty rusty."

But Pastor Jasper kept encouragin' her, and finally she gave in. 

Pastor Jasper thought he'd make short work of Ms. Josie, but he had another think commin'. 

Apparently, shootin' a basketball is a lot like ridin' a bike, you never forget how. Ms. Josie was on fire!

It was a close competition, but Ms. Josie bested Pastor Jasper. It was a sight to see!

Ms. Josie was declared the King (or rather the Queen) of the court. 

"Thanks for the game, Pastor, but it's time this old woman hit the hay."

The next evening, as I was running a stake out at the park, who should appear but Ms. Josie. 

What was she doing out this late at night? 

For a minute, I thought she spotted me, but I guess she was just memorized the gym across the street - the site of her recent victory. 

It seemed she was having a clandestine meetin' with the pastor. He admired her athletic prowess and said she must have played him. She was quite the basketball hustler. She just winked. 

"Well, fair is fair," he said as he slipped her an envelope. It seems the pastor and the church lady had a friendly wager goin' and didn't want the rest of the congregation knowin' they been a gamblin'. Well, their secret is safe with me. 

I love this little town!