TALES FROM JAXON

CHAPTER I: THE TALE OF JAXON

JAXON, MISSISSIPPI - 1865

Tom steers the stagecoach steadily through the tranquil Mississippi countryside, the golden hues of the late summer evening casting a warm glow over the landscape. Susan Jane, a young lady of grace and elegance, sits in the back, her eyes taking in the scenic beauty around her. 'Tell me more about Jaxon,' she requests, her curiosity piqued by the mention of the town's name.

Tom, with a twinkle in his eye, begins to narrate the tale of Jaxon, painting a vivid picture of its origins and the role the mighty Mississippi River played in shaping its history. 'The town of Jaxon emerged from the banks of the river, a bustling hub of activity and commerce,' he explains, his words carrying a hint of nostalgia. As they approach the town, bathed in the soft evening sunlight, Susan Jane listens intently, enchanted by the stories of days gone by.

Amidst the serene backdrop of the setting sun, Tom and Susan Jane engage in lively conversation, the rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves providing a soothing soundtrack to their journey. 'Jaxon is a town steeped in rich heritage and tradition,' Tom remarks, his voice filled with pride. Susan Jane smiles, her heart swelling with anticipation at the prospect of exploring this new and intriguing destination.

Tom guided Susan Jane out of the carriage in the charming town of Jaxon, painting a picture with his words about the town's origins. 'Jaxon was founded along the banks of the mighty Mississippi River,' he explains, pointing towards the glistening waters. 'The steamboats you see gracefully gliding by have been part of this town's history for generations.'

As Susan Jane steps onto the cobblestone street, she is enveloped in the melodies drifting from the nearby shops. The music adds a lively soundtrack to the picturesque scene unfolding before her. Tom gestures towards the bustling river, 'The steamboats bring life to these waters, just as the music brings joy to this town.'

Taking in a deep breath of the crisp river air, Susan Jane's eyes sparkle with delight. 'It's like stepping into a bygone era,' she muses, admiring the blend of history and modern charm in Jaxon. Tom nods in agreement, a smile playing on his lips as they continue their leisurely stroll through the vibrant town.

Tom, a kind and attractive gentleman with tousled black hair neatly tucked under his elegant top hat, dons a sleek black suit paired with a crisp white shirt," Susan Jane observes, admiring his classic style against the backdrop of the historical town of Jaxon. As they amble along the bustling streets, Tom's eyes, a striking shade of blue, exude warmth as he speaks fondly about Mr. J.J. Jaxon, the town's esteemed founder.

Just as Tom delves into the captivating history of Jaxon, a sudden rumble of thunder pierces the air, casting a shadow over the once sunlit sky. The wind whips around them, signaling an impending change in the weather. Nearby bystanders exchange concerned glances as an eerie howl echoes from across the river, sending shivers through their bodies. Susan Jane's eyes widen in alarm, her gaze shifting between Tom and the mysterious sound, a sense of foreboding settling in the air.

"What was that?" Susan Jane's voice quivers, her hand instinctively seeking Tom's for reassurance. The atmosphere around them grows tense, the usual tranquility of the town disrupted by the unsettling noise. Tom's expression turns serious, a furrow appearing on his brow as he scans the horizon, a deep sense of unease settling in his heart. As the first raindrops begin to fall, a palpable sense of urgency grips them.

Tom, trying to maintain a facade of normalcy, carried on with the conversation, inquiring about Susan Jane's origins despite the intensifying rain. He pulled out a umbrella to shield the two of them from the rain. She revealed her hometown as St. Louis, Missouri, prompting Tom to share about an upcoming Carnival in Jaxon. 'You should come along,' he suggested, to which she enthusiastically agreed.