(Introduction) : "There are many things that come with being a Marshall. Maintaining peace, catching murderers, but today I would find something unexpected."

With her Deputy, Dan McKay, out of town, Jetstream enjoys a peaceful morning.

(Thinking to herself): "Dan's outta town for a few days, so it's on me for a while. However, there's no crime at the moment, so maybe I can get some slee- no, I can't sleep now. I gotta protect the town. Let's go outside for a bit."

As she walks out of her office, she notices a little girl standing outside her door.

"Well, hi there, little lady. I'm known as Jetstream, but you can call me Barbara. What's yours?"

"Jane....."

"Well, Jane, do you live around here anywhere? Are you lost? Where are your parents?"

"Well....my mommy died in a house fire. That's why I came here."

"I'm sorry. What about your father?"

".........He went away when I was born."

"You poor thing. Well....... I'll have to figure something out. I'm certainly not gonna leave you alone."

"What are you going to do with me, Miss Barbara?"

"Hmmmmmm. I know. How about this. You can stay close to me in the meantime. Besides, Millennium City's not a overly dangerous town. You'll be safe with me, okay?"

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"Okay."

"Now, how about we get something to eat? You must be starving after that long ride here."

"Yes, ma,am".

Jetstream and Jane went to a nearby restaurant called "Dixie's".

"Stay close to me, sweetheart.

As they walked in, Jane observed the surroundings.

"Let's sit here, Jane."

"2 medium steak dinners, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, Jane, I hope you have an appetite."

After their meal, Jetstream then took Jane back to her office.

"We made it back, Jane. If you're tired, you're more than welcome to sleep in the bed over there. It's nowhere near the coziest, but it should do just fine."

"Thank you, Miss Barbara."

"No. Thank you, and sleep tight."

As the day goes by, Jetstream watches over Jane as she is sleeping peacefully.

"She's like an angel. Almost like a doll."

Jane wakes up in the evening and decided she wanted to go for a walk with Jetstream.

"Miss Barbara, would you like to take a walk with me?

"Sure, why don't we go for a nice little walk. I'll give you a tour of the town. How's that sound?"

"I'd like that very much, Miss Barbara."

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go."

Jetstream showed Jane around Millennium City.

"As you can see, Jane, this town is a pretty standard one. You got the bank, the restaurants, the boarding house, the general store and so on. How do you like it here?"

"It's very nice, Miss Barbara. I kinda wish I could live here with you, but I don't think I can."

"What makes you say that, Jane?"

As they were walking, Jane told Jetstream something that left her wondering.

"You know, Miss Barbara, you're a very nice lady. You remind me of my mother."

"Your mother?"

"Yeah. Her name was Jean. She was pretty like you, and she was really nice, too. I loved being with her."

"She sounds like a special lady."

"Oh, she is."

Jetstream and Jane then see a stagecoach make its way in. A woman got off, looking around.

"Miss Barbara. That lady looks like-"

"Jane! Is that you? Who is this?"

"Aunt Erika! Her name is Miss Barbara. She took care of me the entire time I was here."

"Is that so? Well, I'm indebted to you, Miss Barbara. Thank you for looking out for my niece. I heard about what happened to her, so I came to the nearby town. That's how I got here."

"Jane's a sweetheart. I enjoyed spending time with her. We had lots of fun, right, Jane?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm afraid we must go, Jane. Thank you again, Miss Barbara."

"Well, bye-bye, Jane. I'll be sure to come see you sometime, if it's okay with Aunt Erika."

"We'd be glad to have you, won't we, Jane?"

"Yes ma'am. Bye, Miss Barbara."

"Goodbye, Jane."

As she watched Jane leave, she thought to herself: "You know, I met a girl today. A very nice girl. As I spent time with her, I learned something valuable. I got an idea of what being a mother would be like. The way I figure it is that children can sometimes be better teachers than most adults."

(That is a story in the life of a female Marshall. Until next time, everyone!)