Once upon a time in a small Kansas town named Jericho, bombs fell. The spirit of community and caring for one’s fellow man brought hopes of survival. What the town lacked in numbers they made up for in passion. Passion to survive, to live, and passion to save Jericho.

Jericho became the little town that could. It became a town that inspired, nurtured dreams, and fed spirits.

What will be Jericho’s fate?

Will Margie and Edna know?

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Margie: Edna, you know Mr. Hawkins gave us this phone when he went to Cheyenne because he was afraid something would happen to him. He wanted us to be the ones to tell Darcy.

Edna: Margie, don’t you talk like that. Let’s hope that we won’t have to give any bad news to Darcy. Besides, you know you love having that phone because you think you’ll get some inside information with it.

Margie: Well, Edna, I don’t want bad inside information. You know it was bad enough that Stanley had to wait four days to bury Bonnie.

Edna: Oh, I know, wasn’t that just horrible? With everything else going on in town, and all the hiding-out they had to do, I’m glad he finally got to take her out to the Richmond farm where she belongs.

Margie: Oh, mercy, Edna, it’s the phone! It’s Mr. Hawkins. What? Who shot you?
Edna: Margie, don’t you hog that phone! What’s he saying? Who shot who? Is he dead???

Margie: Oh, Lordy, Edna. He says John Smith shot him. Wait! Jake shot Smith. Oh, Edna, Hawkins is hurt bad!

Edna: Who’s John Smith?? My lands Margie, you’re not even making sense! You tell Jake to get Mr. Hawkins to a doctor, and fast!

Margie: Oh, Edna, get my salts! I’m about to faint. He’s not on the phone anymore. I lost him!

Edna: Margie, are they still in Cheyenne? I’ve been so worried ever since they left to go get that awful bomb back. I’ll be so glad when all of this is over, but I’m worried it won’t ever be! So many awful things have happened in town lately, my nerves are on edge.

Margie: One of the worst things, Edna, is that awful Beck locking Heather in the slammer.

Edna: Oh my lands, don’t even get me started, Margie. I don’t know what he was thinking, locking up a nice girl like Heather. Someone ought to horse-whip him. What has this town come to?

Margie: They’re all idiots, Edna. Phone! Oh my stars! Hello? Mr. Hawkins, are you alive? Edna, they’re in Texas. Hawkins saw a doctor.

Edna: Texas?? What are they doing in Texas, Margie?

Margie: Edna, they’re at the Texas Embassy.

Edna: In Cheyenne? Well mercy, that was a good idea, are they getting some help there, since Texas isn’t part of the new government yet?

Margie: Mercy sakes, Edna, you do rattle on. The Governor is helping them. They have the bomb.

Edna: Now you listen to me Margie, you’re the one with the phone and all the information, so you can excuse me a little rattling on. This is all very confusing! They have the bomb? What are they going to do now?

Margie: What, Mr. Hawkins? The Governor gave you a plane? Do you need me to come fly it?

Edna: Margie, has anyone ever told you that it’s rude to carry on two conversations at once? Mr. Hawkins, if you can hear me, don’t you let Margie fly that plane! She crashed our Model T, you know. Besides, Jake’s a pilot, he knows what he’s doing.

Margie: Edna, why did you grab the phone like that? What’s he saying?

Edna: Oh dear, we lost him again. I think I pressed a button or something Margie, these phones today are so small.

Margie: Edna, maybe it’s that your small mind can’t grasp new-fangled things like mine can.

Edna: Well grasp this Margie, our town is going to H-E-L-L in a handbasket, and right quick too. Little Heather is in jail, poor Stanley’s out burying his sister, and I heard Eric Green is going to strike a deal with that awful Constantino to fight back against the military. My lands, what next??

Margie: I heard they may take my house, Edna. They may even shoot you on sight.

Edna: Your house? You mean our house, you ninny. And they can try and shoot me, but I’ll run them through with my sword. I don’t care if they do call us insurgents, or some such nonsense, they can’t just run us out of our homes. We still have the Constitution, you know.

Margie: Edna, don’t you know they want to have their own Constitution? Where do you think Gray went?

Edna: I’m not an idiot, Margie, I know where Gray went. He’d better do the town right while he’s in Cheyenne. I want to be able to keep my right to bear arms.

Margie: I’ve got my sidearm right here and I’ll blow their heads off. Bring it on, Beck!

Edna: Margie, you always were a hot-head when it came to your pistol. You just calm yourself, we need to think clearly about what’s going on here. I heard that they’re going to send a group of soldiers out to the Richmond farm to arrest poor Stanley!

Margie: Edna, that’s one of the craziest things you ever said. That boy killed that old Goetz in self-defense.

Edna: It wasn’t self-defense, Margie, when he shot him, although I don’t really blame him for doing what he did. Poor Stanley must have been out of his mind with grief. But still, you know that Beck is taking orders from Cheyenne, and he means to keep order in Jericho no matter what. Besides, my information is reliable, even if I’m not getting “secret” phone calls from a spy.

Margie: Reliable? You don’t know what the word means. My source told me that Beck has Hawkins’ laptop.

Edna: Well, I heard the same thing, so I guess your source isn’t so choosy, are they? Did your source also tell you that he looked at it and was mighty surprised at what he saw?

Margie: I know that, Edna. I also know he may be changing his mind about all this.

Edna: Well, my source told me that he let Heather out of jail, how do you like them apples?

Margie: Edna, my source is… Who is yours?

Edna: Margie, I’m not telling you who my source is, you can’t fool me. Just know that they’re reliable. And out of jail…oops.

Margie: Well, did your source tell you that Beck is letting Stanley go?

Edna: My source did tell me that! My source also said that Beck told Cheyenne he’s not taking orders from them anymore. Margie, let’s cut the nonsense, you know we have the same source.

Margie: Maybe we do, Edna, but I can’t say. I’m sworn to secrecy.

Edna: Margie, did your source tell you what Eric decided to do about Constantino?

Margie: I wish he’d killed him.

Edna: Margie! Hush your mouth, you don’t mean that. Eric knows better than to stoop to Constantino’s level, he has more humanity than that.

Margie: I know. Eric is like his daddy. He realized he had to walk away from that evil man.

Edna: You’re so right. Speaking of walks, what do you say that you and I take one? Now that we’re not getting tossed out of our homes, I think we can take a little time to get some fresh air.

Margie: That would be lovely, Edna. I do enjoy a nice stroll. I’ll take this phone too.

Edna: Yes, don’t forget that, we don’t want to miss a call from Mr. Hawkins. Margie look, Gray Anderson is back in town. What’s he doing there with the flagpole?

Margie: Edna, what does that flag say?

Edna: Margie, that looks like Mayor Green’s old “Don’t Tread on Me” flag. My lands, it sure does look nice up there in the breeze, doesn’t it?

Margie: I love that flag, Edna. It means something and it makes me proud of Jericho.

Edna: Me too, Margie. And it’s so much better than that awful Cheyenne flag. This flag means that we won’t go down without a fight, which is what I’ve always loved about the good folks in Jericho.

Margie: Phone! Hello? Mr. Hawkins? What? Oh, say that again. Thank you, Mr. Hawkins.

Edna: Margie, what’s he saying??

Margie: Edna, I’m prouder than a goose. Mr. Hawkins says all is well and we have made history.

Edna: Oh, Margie, do you mean it? Did he really say that? They got themselves and the bomb to Texas safely?

Margie: They’re safe and the bomb is safe.

Edna: Oh thank heavens, that’s the best news I’ve heard in ages. But I still can’t help feeling like things are still up in the air. Do you have that feeling, too?

Margie: Edna, I only have one word for you: NUTS!

Afterword, by Amy:

When I first asked folks I’d never met to do guest blog recaps on Jericho for Remote Access, I was a bit nervous. What if not everyone followed through? What if they were a mess and really poorly written?

It soon became apparent that neither was a rational fear. Several folks did multiple recaps for us and the style, panache and sheer creativity shown has blown my mind on more than one occasion.

Want to thank all who’ve contributed recaps to us and hope there could, somehow, some way be a third season for which you all can continue recapping for us. But for now, I thank you all. I’m not going to name names, because you all know who you are and I don’t want to inadvertently leave anyone out. I think all (or most, at least) of the recaps can be accessed through this link; they definitely are available through this link, to lots more Jericho stuff is on the second one.

Edna & Margie image by Beth/LisiBee; all photos courtesy of CBS.