…..Racing near a mounted officer; shots, bullets tore into him, knocking the officer from the saddle. Ally stands there, as the van’s door shot closed, yet, he saw others inside ….. children. He looks at the bleeding mother, the down cop, the cop’s horse, standing by nostrils flaring. Suddenly, the horse prances toward Ally, whinnies, and rears….. as the van’s tires burned rubber, fleeing….. Ally sees a name-tag, ‘ Hank ‘,on the horse’s bridle, as Hank hoof stomps the ground wanting to go….. Ally runs for the weapon on the cop’s side, not knowing if the man in blue is alive or dead. He jams the gun in his waistband and in three bounds is atop Hank. Newly released convict and horse become one…..The horse as if trained, focuses on the departing van and bolts, bolts with all the speed with such an animal can muster. All Ally knows, believes, is those children have to be saved…..Ooh, how horse and rider pursue!…. He sees a park and jumps the stone wall to cut the van off. Hank’s speed is closing the distance. “More, just a little more boy…..” Ally pats his neck and Hank picks up the pace.
As rider and steed come upon them, a burst of gun fire comes from the van’s window. Ally is hit in the shoulder; Hank slows as Ally hits the turf. He gets to his knees spotting the van getting away, out of sight. He moans, “the children, oh God, the children”. He raises his bloody arms to the heavens for strength; then bows his head in silent defeat.
Hank hears the sounds first….. sees the Hallowed glow…..Ally looks up, it is Heaven sent ? A golden light bearing strength from God penetrates into him !…. Coming to his feet ,in one jump Ally is again mounted, Hank is racing….. Then, tender voices, children’s voices are telling horse and man the right way to go. Suddenly,they are moving onto and across a barren beltway, Ally sees the van, he has them !….. “No”! Horse and man suddenly halt…..There before them, evil is placed, a wide, deep fissure and far below it lies debris and spear-like iron rods sticking up….. Tears come to Ally’s eyes, no horse can make such a jump,no horse…..Then more of the strange children’s voices come,along with the Hallowed glow are once again upon horse and rider. Ally looks up at the sky, then around him, thinking, where are the helping people of this world, where, where….. !?
As Ally struggles in thought, Hank is backing up on his own with in the glow and the voices rising, surrounding horse and rider….. Hank keeps backing, backing, readying for the charge,…..the leap. Then, Ally understands , believes, truly believes with all his heart and soul.
“For God…..!” He screams and Hank bolts….. running as no other horse on earth has ever ran…..When they reach the edge of the evil chasm; Hank whinnies and sails…..then Ally actually sees them, children, child Angels. Their small hands and beautiful faces, some even smiling so, holding Hank aloft…..When Hanks hooves meet concrete, horse and rider are off again to save…..
Ally keeps the van in sight….. “this way boy “. And Hank jumps a guard-rail, thundering down the high, grass bank. Ally has them now…..”One more jump boy.” Hank leaps onto another barren beltway, an exit-ramp where the van is now approaching.
Ally pulls Hank to a stop, the van does the same; facing each other only fifty yards apart. Ally quickly removes the saddle, then moves Hank to a safe spot; leaving the steed with an affectionate pat, “they’ll not pass here boy.”
He then goes to the center of the exit -ramp, stands with the saddle draped in front him as a shield, the gun in hand…. more of his blood runs ,yet he stares straight at the van….. The child Angel’s singing, urging him on, singing a warriors beat for God’s soldier, Ally. Then ,Ally begins to walk first towards the van… they runs at it ….. The van moves ,picks up speed. coming to run him over , more bullets fly from a side window…..When the van is upon him, ready to smash him, Ally dives, crashing through the front windshield, saddle first. Once in among the fiends and the poor, bound children, Ally’s hurt,yet manages to fire the gun, guided by a child Angel’s hands, making each shot find its’ mark, right into the three kidnappers; not a child harm though…..Slowly the van rolls to a stop, halts with the…..’ cry of babes ‘ .
All is a cloud, a mist…..As Ally’s eyes open, focusing, he sees white walls, he see he’s in a hospital bed, he then feels the bite of a leg -iron on his ankle and one of his wrist is secure too, he is chained to the bed ; a prisoner again…… He was just released from prison and on parole too and worst has killed.
The door is just closing, someone leaves. Then ,voices many voices….. mothers and children push their way in, shoving the guarding police aside.
“My father is a Senator. You’re not going back to jail, this I swear , we all swear.” Ally hears this looking around. The one who spoke was the blonde mother also holding her babe. He recognizes the children from the van, now reunited with their love-ones…..
“Out, out, everybody out. This man is a prisoner, a violent parole violator!” shouts one officer….. “Don’t you shove me. Look at these children. Do you know what those sick-o’s, those monsters wanted to do to them…..!”, the blonde mother points to the children. Then another mother holding her child moves in front of Ally’s bed protecting, ” you ‘re not taking him , you’re not ,you hear me. Take those damn chains off him !”
“I want to see him, I want to see him !,” the lovely red headed, four-year-old leaves her mother’s side….. Ally reaches down with his one free arm, helps her climb up. The beautiful, red headed child begins to stroke Ally’s hair, begins to sing….. the room falls silent, guards stand down. The song is soft and lovely, a sound of sweetness coming from a child’s heart. The words…..about God’s warrior sent to save the children……As she sings, tears run down the faces of the adults, even one guard, all except Ally…..For his face has a bright smile as the young ones about him…..
By: George Martorano