Musing

Knoteach

 

Ezra sat quietly eating his sandwich as he considered the next name he had.

Buck Wilmington had been a friend of Chris Larabee’s since they had been in High School.  Since then they had served in the Navy together and become partners on the Denver PD.  Wilmington had stayed with Larabee all through the conflagration surrounding the deaths of Larabee’s wife and son.  After Larabee had stopped drinking and it had become obvious that he would not be coming back to the police force, Wilmington had transferred to the bomb squad where he could put more of his Naval training to use.

Professionally, Wilmington was one of the best demolition men west of the Mississippi.  His reputation with explosives was stellar, but his personal reputation wasn’t quite so spotless.  He had an eye for the ladies and a bit of a short fuse at times when his men were threatened.  That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it had gotten him into trouble a few times.  All in all, though, he was reputed to be a more accepting man than Larabee, so there was a slight chance he wouldn’t have written Ezra off before he had even met him. 

Ezra held no delusions that he had any hope of being accepted in anyway by the man that had next joined the team, Nathan Jackson.

Jackson had been born and raised in a small town in Alabama.  The son of the local mechanic, everyone had told the boy exactly what he could not do, especially after his mother had committed suicide, but he had proved them all wrong when he had won scholarships to college and completed a pre-med degree with flying colors.  However, his dream of becoming a doctor had stopped right there when he could not get the finances he needed to enter medical school.  Instead he had completed an EMT course and entered the Police Department as an officer and a certified field medic. 

Jackson was a good cop, Ezra would give him that, and an excellent medic.  He had saved many lives with his knowledge of medicine when paramedics could not get to the wounded.

However, for all his good qualities, Jackson was known for being judgmental and self-righteous.  And while he might frequently be right, his caustic manner of pointing out peoples faults and sins was more likely to cause more problems than correct the ones present.

Sighing, Ezra got up and walked over to the refrigerator.  Pulling out the carton of milk, Ezra also retrieved a glass and poured himself some.  After putting the milk away, Ezra returned to the table and his contemplations, making a mental note to himself to stay as far away from Jackson as possible, for as long as he might be here.

 

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