Only on page 121 after 13 years, the shiny black & gold cover and, especially, the title of Jacquelyn Mitchard’s novel still speaks to me. So to keep the love idea alive, sometimes I’ll set ‘The Most Wanted’ on my nightstand, or beside my reading chair.
Distilled down to its purest essence, the following excerpt from my nonfiction book, ‘The Universal Casting’ studio exemplifies the above. No rehearsals, the story features a cast of real people running down the dream. From Casting to Theatrics midway down a dimly lit corridor, to the Gathering Hall famous for Relationship Seminars facilitated by legend Jim Morrison, the music plays on...
Sudden commotion in the hallway diverts attention, and as Jim returns to the office, so does Anna, making for the darkened corridor. Stopping abruptly in the doorway, she looks, and looks, and looks again at the scary bunch of men tromping past Theatrics! Some wear loaded gun belts, some shoulder hefty burlap sacks, of money, no doubt, and spinning around, she simply blares, “Who are those people?”
Jim stands back, laughing!
O, he knows she’s waiting for an answer so he says, “Some of our best players.”
“Best? Those guys look like outlaws!”
And just as Anna turns toward the door for another look, she collides with some guy carrying a shotgun. As if nearing the hour, he stops, gives her the once over then rumbles, “Jim here?”
“Yes.”
“Pardon me,” he says, edging around her.
In your dreams, Jim thinks, notes the funny look on her face and really wants to laugh. Instead, he greets his old friend. “Hey man, what’s up?”
Langley shoulders the gun. “Been ridin’ all night in search of my dog.”
“Again?”
“Why not?”
Absolutely speechless, Anna just stands there picking some of his gooey pine needles off of the sleeves of her hooded sweatshirt, and he’s got them stuck all over his clothes, hair, too! Backing up, half-in and half-out that door, she hears him mumbling, “So, I finally packed it in, tethered Rip, and crashed against a tree.”
Suddenly aware of the way he defines himself, she only sees the rugged image. Not bad, she muses, eyes him up one side & down the other. Black leather jacket, belts, buckles, chains, filthy black T-shirt, Levis, and old riding boots. And hair! Wild hair hanging over the collar of his jacket. Why, for all she knows, he’s one of those Hell’s Angels!
Sensing scrutiny, he darkens. “I’m going,” he says to Jim.
“See you in a few.”
“Naw, I’m going back out. Joey’s here.”
“Good God! He still rounding up those kids?”
“For the benefit, yeah.”
Still saddened by the news, Jim asks. “How many?”
"119,000, heard it on the radio.”
“Good grief.”
Rising, shotgun in hand, the outlaw stretches an arm toward the ceiling. If he doesn’t watch out, she shudders, he’ll bust a light bulb! And following his every move, she notes that not only are there no light bulbs, there aren’t even any light fixtures!
At the door, he hesitates, takes something out of an inside pocket. It’s a yellow tennis ball. As if playing catch with himself, he tosses it straight up, and it lands smack in the palm of his empty hand.
Once out of earshot, Anna turns to Jim. “Why are these guys here?”
Jim dumps the ashtray, sets it on F. “Same reason you are, unfinished business.”
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Cowboy hats, boots & guns. “But I don’t rob banks, or trains!”
“Who said they do?”
“Well, look at them, and who was that gunslinger that just left?”
“Actually,” Jim grins, “he’s a contractor, and a writer, too.”
“Of what? Books on how to become a thief?”
In which hour… “No.”
“Well,” she counters. “One of those creepy guys was carrying a WANTED poster, with snapshots. I saw it.”
Jim loves this part. “Your photo on it?”
“I’m not wanted!”
Startled awake, Anna Lee glances at the clock.
Midnight.
Snuggling back down, she grabs the dream symbol, a Jacquelyn Mitchard paperback which she’s never finished reading. In her mind’s eye she sees the shiny black cover, the title printed in gold, 'The Most Wanted.' Sensing stirrings, her dog jumps down off the bed and retrieves the castoff teddy. Jumping back up, the four-legged jars the sleeper walking down the hall with the gunslinger. And pushing through the swinging doors, Anna marvels at the grandeur of the Gathering Hall.