happened to Breanna while she was working with Dr. Gifford on the two surgeries, she told her friend how sorry she was. Then Breanna told her ofthe chief administrator’s job offer to her as his secretary, yet with the promise to also allow her to do some occasional nursing work. Annabeth expressed the joy she felt for Breanna.
The same joy was shared later at suppertime when John and the children heard the story. As the Brockman family was eating, Breanna smiled bravely at her husband and children. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed with the secretary job, because surgical work is my first love. But in His wisdom, the Lord does not want me in heavy surgical duty right now, and He has given me peace that one day He will allow me to return to it. But for now, He has another place in the medical field for me. As it says in Hebrews 13:5, I must be content with such things as I have.”
A proud smile flitted across John’s handsome face as he looked at his wife. “I know you can handle it, sweetheart. You’ll do great as Matt’s secretary and part-time nurse.”
“You sure will, Mama!” said Meggie.
Paul and Ginny quickly spoke their happy agreement.
On Wednesday morning, November 14, the Bank of the Rockies was robbed by four men. As they left the bank carrying bags of cash, they were suddenly faced with chief U.S. marshal John Brockman and five of his deputies, including deputy U.S. marshal Whip Langford.
One of Denver’s male citizens had seen the robbers enter the bank and whip out their guns, and he had run to the federal building a block away to alert Chief Brockman.
Stunned to be facing six stern-faced lawmen whose gunswere drawn, the four robbers dropped their weapons and the moneybags as commanded by Chief Brockman and put their hands above their heads.
Chief Brockman knew that the robbers were on the Wanted list in other parts of the West, and three days later they were sentenced in court by Judge Ralph Dexter to forty years at the Colorado State Penitentiary in Cañon City.
The next week, on Tuesday afternoon, a Wells Fargo stagecoach was held up by two men on its way to Denver from Cheyenne, Wyoming. The holdup took place just ten miles from Denver. The stage driver and his assistant found a telegraph office in a small town nearby and telegraphed the chief U.S. marshal’s office to report the robbery, giving a description of the robbers and their horses and saying that they were headed south at an angle toward the mountains.
By this time, it was snowing in the area, but Chief Brockman and Deputy Langford went after the robbers, taking Whip’s pet wolf, Timber, with them. They caught up to the robbers in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, northwest of Denver, and as had happened many times in the past, Timber was a great help in capturing the outlaws the chief and his deputy were chasing.
The outlaws were taken to Denver and stood trial, with the Wells Fargo stage driver and his assistant in attendance. Presiding over the trial was Judge Dexter, who sentenced the robbers to fifty years at Cañon City’s prison, keeping in mind their six-year record of bank and stagecoach robberies in the West.
Denver’s newspaper, the
Rocky Mountain News
, wrote up the story, and Whip Langford’s big gray timber wolf was named as a hero, as had been done many times before.
As the days and weeks continued to pass, Chief Brockman and his deputies, including Whip Langford, were kept busy dealing with outlaws, as were Sheriff Carter and his deputies. As the population of the West grew, there was more crime to deal with.
January 1889 soon came, and Paul Brockman enjoyed being on the boxing team at school, even more than he had enjoyed being on the rugby team. Already six feet one inch in height and weighing a muscular one-hundred-and-eighty-five pounds, he was one of the team’s heavyweights.
Because Paul had been expertly taught by his father how to box, he quickly showed Denver High School’s
The same joy was shared later at suppertime when John and the children heard the story. As the Brockman family was eating, Breanna smiled bravely at her husband and children. “I can’t say that I’m not disappointed with the secretary job, because surgical work is my first love. But in His wisdom, the Lord does not want me in heavy surgical duty right now, and He has given me peace that one day He will allow me to return to it. But for now, He has another place in the medical field for me. As it says in Hebrews 13:5, I must be content with such things as I have.”
A proud smile flitted across John’s handsome face as he looked at his wife. “I know you can handle it, sweetheart. You’ll do great as Matt’s secretary and part-time nurse.”
“You sure will, Mama!” said Meggie.
Paul and Ginny quickly spoke their happy agreement.
On Wednesday morning, November 14, the Bank of the Rockies was robbed by four men. As they left the bank carrying bags of cash, they were suddenly faced with chief U.S. marshal John Brockman and five of his deputies, including deputy U.S. marshal Whip Langford.
One of Denver’s male citizens had seen the robbers enter the bank and whip out their guns, and he had run to the federal building a block away to alert Chief Brockman.
Stunned to be facing six stern-faced lawmen whose gunswere drawn, the four robbers dropped their weapons and the moneybags as commanded by Chief Brockman and put their hands above their heads.
Chief Brockman knew that the robbers were on the Wanted list in other parts of the West, and three days later they were sentenced in court by Judge Ralph Dexter to forty years at the Colorado State Penitentiary in Cañon City.
The next week, on Tuesday afternoon, a Wells Fargo stagecoach was held up by two men on its way to Denver from Cheyenne, Wyoming. The holdup took place just ten miles from Denver. The stage driver and his assistant found a telegraph office in a small town nearby and telegraphed the chief U.S. marshal’s office to report the robbery, giving a description of the robbers and their horses and saying that they were headed south at an angle toward the mountains.
By this time, it was snowing in the area, but Chief Brockman and Deputy Langford went after the robbers, taking Whip’s pet wolf, Timber, with them. They caught up to the robbers in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, northwest of Denver, and as had happened many times in the past, Timber was a great help in capturing the outlaws the chief and his deputy were chasing.
The outlaws were taken to Denver and stood trial, with the Wells Fargo stage driver and his assistant in attendance. Presiding over the trial was Judge Dexter, who sentenced the robbers to fifty years at Cañon City’s prison, keeping in mind their six-year record of bank and stagecoach robberies in the West.
Denver’s newspaper, the
Rocky Mountain News
, wrote up the story, and Whip Langford’s big gray timber wolf was named as a hero, as had been done many times before.
As the days and weeks continued to pass, Chief Brockman and his deputies, including Whip Langford, were kept busy dealing with outlaws, as were Sheriff Carter and his deputies. As the population of the West grew, there was more crime to deal with.
January 1889 soon came, and Paul Brockman enjoyed being on the boxing team at school, even more than he had enjoyed being on the rugby team. Already six feet one inch in height and weighing a muscular one-hundred-and-eighty-five pounds, he was one of the team’s heavyweights.
Because Paul had been expertly taught by his father how to box, he quickly showed Denver High School’s
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