Betty Rogers, Vancouver Medical Examiner. Bloom Roger R. A classic Oldsmobile pulls up at a taped-off crime scene. A tall blonde emerges slowly from the car and draws herself to full height with a slight toss of the head. She moves through the crowd that has gathered, watched by everyone, with the air of a casually dressed film star returning home and discovering the crime.
Then a uniformed cop greets her and identifies her as Detective Flynn. It was a nice introduction of the character. These characters make you want to look at them and listen to them. Their faces and voices are beautiful, complex, distinctive, and engaging. The important stuff was learning about Detective Flynn and Dr. Not much has been revealed thus far about Vega, but I am assuming there will be more about him in later episodes.
A teen's TV gang role became all too real
Two scenes were quite illustrative about Flynn. Is there something I can do for you? Will you go and help them? If it was, he has gone.
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He dressed quickly. Gurney Brown and his wife, Lucy, awakened and in- quired what was wrong. Eph quickly related the urgent request for his help for the stricken handcart people. The Browns assisted him and, putting a sack of flour and warm clothing into his wagon, bade him goodbye. A messenger dispatched by President Brigham Young met him with the urgent request from the Prophet that he go immediately to the rescue of the distraught handcart company.
The Prophet was pleasantly surprised to know Eph was in the city. Delivering the wagon load of fish to the market and driving home to bid his beloved Harriet and children goodbye, the intrepid Eph drove out and up the canyon with a light wagon filled with supplies. Eph was alone. The violent snowstorm, blowing fiercely from the east which had brought so much suffering and loss of life to the handcart people, enveloped Eph near the South Pass.
The heavy snow impaired his progress. The horses no longer could pull the wagon. Eph unhitched his team. Putting the supplies on the back of the roan and saddling the bay horse, he was prepared for any eventuality. He rode along the ridges which were blown clear of the snow. Just before dark Eph camped for the night in a deep narrow gorge. He had scarcely ended his prayer when he looked around and spotted a buffalo bull within fifty yards of where he stood.
Surprised beyond expression, he soon calmed his feelings and, with his first shot, brought down the big buffalo. He spread the hide on the snow and placed his blanket upon it. He ate the tongue and other choice parts of the animal. The next morning he cut up the meat in long strips and loaded them onto his horses. He struggled all day through the storm. The sun was setting when in the distance ahead Eph saw a black streak in the snow. Getting nearer, he observed that it moved. He had at last arrived at the ill-fated Martin Handcart Company. The pitiful sight that caught his gaze as he entered the camp Eph could never erase from his memory.
Shivering in the snow, several hundred starved figures with haggard countenances trudged slowly about trying to prepare a scanty evening meal. The handcart pioneers were snowed in on the Sweetwater River, unable to move. They had almost no food and were hundreds of miles from any source of supplies. Death was frequent. The survivors were too weak to dig graves to bury the dead.
Among the suffering handcart people were George Read and his wife, Elizabeth, who were converted to the restored gospel in London, England. They were the parents of two daughters, Alicia and Thisbe, and one son, Walter. A few days before the handcart company had arrived at Omaha, Nebraska, eight-year-old Walter had strayed from the encampment.
A thorough search was undertaken, but he could not be found. The suffering of the stranded Saints had become so intense that many doubted if help could reach them before they would all be dead. Then came the joyful afternoon when, before dusk, they saw a dark spot moving toward them. Thisbe Read, as did all the other suffering handcart people, thanked the Lord for the strong man who had brought them fresh hope and meat to eat. As Eph rode in among them, they flocked around him with expressions of thanks and praise to their God.
The people in the camp were soon busily cooking and eating with grateful hearts. The snowstorm had overtaken these brave suffering handcart Saints as they reached the Sweetwater River. There they had settled down in the freezing blizzard to await help or die, being unable to go any farther. It was here in this utter extremity that the courageous Eph came with the first relief, as the man in the gray tweeds had invited him to do. He rose in his saddle and spoke cheering and comforting words to them. He assured them that they should all have the privilege of riding into the Salt Lake Valley as more teams were on their way to them.
Eph was a unique character, observed one of the handcart men. He was lithe as an Indian and clad in buckskin from his head to his feet. On his head he wore, pushed back, a broad-brimmed hat; and below the rim strands of his light hair extended. His ruddy face, reddened by exposure to the wind and frost, and his easy manners made him a picture all eyes riveted on. That evening around a blazing fire, Eph joined the group, dragging the bushy buffalo tail of the bison he had slaughtered and brought to the starving people.
He picked up a small limb. Facing the interested group, he pulled out his pocketknife and commenced whittling off the twigs from the bough. If I can only get my cayuse under shelter, I kin roll up in a buffalo skin and sleep snug enough. A strip of jerked beef will do me fer days. He had whittled a sharp ended stick and with it he poked the fire until he pierced the tail. Bringing it out smoking hot, the hair burned off, he held it on the stick until it cooled enough to handle.
He held the roasted tail at both ends and tore off bits of the meat with his teeth with a relish which caused all the onlookers, who had just had their fill, to smile broadly. They forgot their sadness, and the sunlight of hope lighted their tired and weary souls.
After dark that evening, a woman, crying aloud, passed the fire before which sat Eph. She implored Daniel Tyler to come and administer to her husband who was nigh unto death. Tyler, tired, weak, and weary had just retired for the night. Reluctantly, he arose and followed the woman to the tent in which he found what appeared to him to be the lifeless form of her husband.
After Tyler returned to his resting place, Eph walked back to the campfire around which four of the brethren were sitting. They warmed water over the fire and together washed the body of the dying man. Eph anointed his body with consecrated oil.
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Together the men laid their hands upon his head, and Eph commanded him in the name of Jesus Christ to breathe and live. The effect was instantaneous. The man, who was dead to all outward appearances, began to breathe. He sat up in bed and sang a hymn. Praised be the name of God. The man who brought the buffalo meat has healed him!
Many drooping spirits took fresh courage. Many of their lives were saved by the power of God. One evening he was requested by a woman to administer to her son, Thomas.
eraninstucex.tk He had been sick for a number of days and was not expected to live. On the hard ground bed where he lay, he was moaning pitifully, too weak to turn his body. Eph felt the power of God resting mightily upon him. He got up from his bed, dressed himself, and danced a hornpipe on the end board of a wagon.