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Chapter #1 : The New Law
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New Circuit Court Judge Orrin Travis stepped off the stage in the small frontier town of Four Corners. The town looked the same as the last five towns the Judge had passed through. As the new Judge of the area, he felt the need to visit all of the towns in his jurisdiction. This town held a couple of good reasons to stop for a longer visit though. The first being his daughter-in-law, Mary, who was the newspaper editor of the small local paper, The Clarion. The Judge was looking forward to seeing her. His second reason revolved around The Magnificent Seven Ranch.

When the Judge took this job, the clerk had handed him a rather thick file on The Magnificent Seven Ranch. When he began to go through the information, what he found intrigued him. He found that all of the men and boys were brothers with the same father, Lincoln Larabee, but they all had different mothers. The information didn’t give specifics, but all of the ‘mothers’ were dead. All with the exception of one Maude Standish. The file didn’t say why she wasn’t raising her son, especially after Lincoln’s death last year. The Judge figured he would talk to Mary and find out what she knew.

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School was out!! Young Vin Tanner was grateful. It wasn’t that he hated learning, it was that he hated the other kids, the confinement of the classroom and the fact that his reading wasn’t as good as other boys his age. At 8 years old, most kids were reading quite well. The teacher just assumed that Vin had no formal training while he was with his mother’s people. The truth of the matter was that Vin couldn’t keep the letters from moving all over the paper when he read. When he was living with his mama and the Indians, he didn’t need to know English. It wasn’t until his mama died and he was sent to live with his pa and white people that the problems arose.

"Vin!"

Vin turned to see Jake Peterson approach. Ut-oh.

"Hey half breed. Where you going? Don’t you have special dummy lessons to do with Miss Jones?"

"Leave me 'lone Peterson." Vin sneered as he tried to walk away. Ezra noticed the trouble brewing and intervened.

"Gentlemen and I use the term lightly, my brother asked you to leave."

"What’s the matter half breed? Can’t you fight your own battles? Big brother gotta help you?"

Ezra could see that Vin was about to explode so he looked around and noticed Nathan approaching. He nodded to Nate and turned back to the bully and smiled. "I do believe that master JD could beat you. However since our baby brother isn’t in school yet, I fear you are going to have to wait for that thrashing. Good day." Ezra took Vin’s arm and moved toward Nathan. The bully retreated when he saw he was out numbered.

"You know Ezra. One of these days yer silver tongue isn’t gonna get you out of trouble."

"That is why I have brothers. When that happens, I trust you will back me up."

"Hurrumph. More like get my own self beat up and then is yer silver tongue gonna save ya from Chris?"

"Our esteemed older brother seems immune to my charms."

Ezra heard Vin giggle. "Something funny?"

"Just you Ez. Chris is immune to all our charms. He never believes a single thing we tell him when ya get us in trouble." Vin smirked.

"Me? Have you forgotten who lead us into that abandoned mine to explore? And do you recall that same person starting a campfire that nearly suffocated us?"

"Hey how was I suppose to know that a bird had built a nest on the vent hole."

"You’re the Indian tracker Junior." All three boys turned around.

"Buck! How long you been standing there?" Vin asked.

"Long enough to see Ezra and Nate save you from Chris and his wrath."

"Weren’t my fault." Vin pouted.

"Doesn’t matter. I would have stopped it had Ezra and Nate not already done it. You know Chris doesn’t want you fighting, especially in school."

"Ain’t in school. We done got out already." Vin crossed his arms across his chest.

"I know. I came by to pick ya’ll up."

"Where’s Chris? He usually picks us up."

Buck squatted in front of Vin and smiled. "Chris is in town and we are going to go meet him. I thought you boys would like to go to the general store and get some candy for after supper. Is that okay with you Junior?"

"Yeah!" Vin took one leap and he was in the wagon.

Buck stood up with a groan. "Boy I wish I had your energy."

"At least yer not as old as Chris." Vin giggled again.

"Keep it up boy. One of these days that old man is gonna have enough of your teasing."

"I ain’t teasing Buck. Twenty-five is old."

"Maybe to a small fry like you."

"I ain’t small!" Vin yelled.

"Anything you say Junior." Buck drove into town and headed for the general store.

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Chapter #2 : Trouble
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Chris Larabee was tired. Running a ranch as large as the M7 Ranch was challenging at best, but what exhausted him was the small five year old whose hand he held tightly. Chris was counting the days to when his youngest brother would go to school with his other brothers. Let Miss Jones deal with his endless energy. They were headed to the general store to meet Buck and the others. The whole time JD was bouncing along the boardwalk.

"JD. Please stop bouncing."

"I’s skippin’ Chris. Not bouncin’."

"Well whatever you call it, quit." Chris said more sternly then he intended.

JD stopped and looked at his brother. Yup. That vein is throbbing again. "Okay." JD whispered and walked with his head down.

Chris looked at him and immediately felt guilty. "I’m sorry JD. I’m just tired. I want to get to the wagon and go home. Don’t you want to get home so you can play?"

"Yeah." JD still didn’t look up. Chris stopped and squatted in front of JD.

"JD. I’m sorry I snapped at ya. Will ya forgive me?"

JD smiled and hugged Chris around the neck. "Okay."

Chris picked JD up and held him. "Why don’t we go see what kind of trouble those brother’s of ours are getting into?"

"Okay." Chris set JD back onto his feet and took his hand. As they were about to cross the street, Chris saw Mary wave and approach with an elderly gentleman.

"Chris." Mary hugged him.

"Mary. How are you today?"

"Fine. I’m great actually. I want you to meet my father-in-law." Mary turned to the Judge. "Chris this is Orrin Travis. Orrin this is Chris Larabee."

"Well, Mr. Larabee. It’s good to meet you." He looked at JD who was hiding behind Chris’ legs. "And who is this young man?"

"Oh Judge, this is JD Dunne. Chris’ baby brother."

The Judge put his hand out to shake, but JD shied away.

"JD. Don’t be rude." Chris said as he drew JD from behind him. "The Judge isn’t going to hurt you."

JD stuck his hand out and said, "Hi. My name’s JD."

"Well, JD. You can call me Judge Travis." They shook hands then the Judge stood up to face Chris.

"Judge of what?" Chris asked.

"I’m sorry. I’m the new circuit court Judge for this area."

"What happened to Judge Blackwell?"

"He had some health problems so he retired."

"If you’re the new Judge then we probably should sit down and talk."

"Well, Mr. Larabee that was exactly why I wanted Mary to introduce me. I have heard of the arrangement your father had with Mr. Blackwell."

"I hope there won’t be any problems with keeping it the same. I was concerned when Pa died last year." Chris felt JD stir when there father’s death was mentioned. "However, I would prefer to talk in private. The younger boys are still having a tough time with Pa’s passing."

The Judge noticed JD’s discomfort also. "In private then. How about sometime tomorrow."

"Tomorrow would be fine if you can come out to the ranch. I don’t have anyone to watch the boys over the weekend."

"That’s fine. I’m sure Mary can bring me out."

"Good. Then I will see you tomorrow, for lunch, then we’ll talk."

"Perfect." He shook Chris’ hand and JD’s again.

"Until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Chris smiled and walked across the street with JD.

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Ezra and Vin were sitting in the wagon waiting for Buck and Nathan to finish up. As Nathan walked out of the store, Jake Peterson appeared and pushed him down. Vin was immediately out of the wagon helping Nathan sit up.

"You okay Nate?"

"Yeah. Stupid fool just pushed me." Nathan stood up and found himself grabbed in a headlock.

"Peterson. Let him go and I won’t have to kill ya."

"Big talk half breed. You can’t hurt me. Not while I have your brother."

Ezra decided to join Vin to help Nathan. He had his derringer in his sleeve if it was needed. His mother had given it to him at his father’s funeral. Told him that he was a man now and that he should learn to protect himself. However, Chris didn’t agree. He had caught him practicing and the gun was taken away and locked up. Chris claimed he was too young at twelve to use a gun. That derringer was still locked up in Chris’s desk. Ezra’s mother had given him another on her last visit, for his birthday. Chris didn’t know about this one yet and Ezra was fairly certain he could talk himself out of any trouble he found himself in with Chris, if he did find out.

"Makes you wonder what kind of man has so many sons. If it ain’t bad enough he mated with a darky, he even mixed with injuns. Such a waste. What’s wrong with yer Pa? He don’t like white woman?"

Vin had had enough. While Jake was distracted, Vin lunged at him. Nathan was forgotten as Vin swung at Jake. He was so enraged, that he never heard Buck and Chris tell him to stop. He came back to his senses when he was pulled off Jake by Chris, who shook him to get his attention.

"I said Stop it!" Chris yelled.

Vin looked at Chris and then down at Jake who was holding a cloth to his bloody nose. Then he looked into the angry face of Chris Larabee.

"Aw hell." Vin hung his head.

"That all you have to say? How many times do I have to tell you to control your temper?"

"Obviously not enough." Ezra said under his breath.

Chris turned toward Ezra and glared. "And you." Chris took Vin by the arm and walked the two steps to Ezra. He put his free hand out, palm up. "Give me that peashooter." Ezra sighed and handed Chris the derringer. "We will discuss this at home." Chris put the derringer in his pocket and said, "I want everyone, except Buck in the wagon. I want you all to sit there quietly and wait until Buck is finished in the store."

Buck spoke. "What about you pard?"

"Vin and I are going to have a little talk in the jail. We’ll be back in a few minutes and you all better be sitting right where you are when I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Was heard from three frightened boys.

"Good." Chris stalked off dragging Vin with him.

When they saw them enter the jailhouse, Buck whistled. "That boy sure does know how to push Chris over the edge."

"What's Chris gonna do Buck?"

"JD my boy. All I can say is you better leave a space for Vin to stand and hold onto a seat. He’s not gonna want to sit." Buck walked into the store to finish getting the supplies.

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Chris entered the jailhouse and smiled at John Franklin. John saw him dragging Vin and knew what was wanted.

"I’ll give you two some privacy."

"Thanks John. We’ll only be a minute."

After the sheriff left, Chris released Vin’s arm. "Would you like to explain to me why I came down the street and found you beating Jake Peterson to a pulp?" Vin didn’t answer right away. "What did he say this time? He insult you being part Indian? Or was it something else?" Chris was still angry. He had been trying to teach Vin how to control his temper and to stay out of unnecessary fights. "Well, I’m waiting."

"He had Nate."

"Okay so you were defending Nate. Why go completely nuts and beat him like you did?"

"He’s talking trash about Pa and my mama and Nate’s ma."

"He insulted Pa and your mothers? Correct?" Chris said more calmly.

"Yes."

"Vin. Those aren’t good enough reasons to do what you did. You used your Indian training against a defenseless boy."

"He weren’t that defenseless after school and I didn’t fight him then."

"He was bothering you at school too?"

"Yeah. Ez and Nate helped keep me from beatin’ him then."

"Vin you need to learn to control that hot head of yours. If you don’t you’re gonna end up in trouble with the law in the future." Chris stood and began to pace. "Vin I would hate to have you get in trouble later because I wasn’t able to help curb that temper." Chris returned to stand in front of Vin. "Do you understand me?"

"Yeah." Vin wiped at a stray tear and sniffed. "You gonna spank me?"

"Yes, Vin I am. I told you what to expect if you kept getting into fights."

"I’m sorry though. Please." Vin was softly crying now as he pleaded with Chris.

Chris was tempted to give into his sad little brother, but he also knew that it was going to take something drastic to get Vin to think before he reacted. "I’m sorry too Vin, but I promised." Chris took Vin by the arm and led him to a chair. Chris sat down and drew Vin across his knees. Chris brought his hand down firmly on Vin’s backside five times. He stood Vin up and hugged him close. "I love you Vin and I just want you to learn some self control. I want you to remember this spanking the next time you consider fighting. Okay?"

Vin nodded his head against Chris’ shoulder. Chris heard him whisper, "I’m sorry." Chris rubbed his back until the sobs quieted.

"I know. And I forgive you." Chris looked at Vin and took a clean hanky and wiped away the tears. "Let’s go make sure those brother’s of yours are still with us."

"They’s not gonna leave that wagon with you as mad as you was." Vin smiled.

"Don’t reckon they would at that. Let’s go and have supper."

Chris took Vin’s hand and they both walked back to the wagon.

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Chapter #3 : The M7 Ranch
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Josiah rode into the yard slowly. He was tired and dirty from pulling stubborn cattle out of mud holes. He slowly dismounted and arched his back to get out the kinks. He was about to take care of his horse when he heard the wagon approached. His smile brightened when he saw the rest of his family. Buck was driving with Chris next to him. Josiah noticed how Vin was standing, not sitting, while the rest of the boys were sitting in the back. Wonder what kind of trouble there was today. Vin was the first to jump from the wagon even before it was completely stopped. He ran to Josiah, who swept him up and spun him around before he rested him back onto his feet. Vin started to tell him about his day when Chris stopped him.

"Young man. You shouldn’t jump from the wagon when it’s still moving. You could have been hurt."

Vin hung his head. "I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell Josiah about school and stuff."

Chris sighed. "I know. Just be careful, please."

"Okay."

"Vin go get washed up for supper and you best hope Miss Nettie doesn’t see you before hand, or your bound to add a few more swats to your backside."

"Okay." Vin ran ahead of Buck and JD, who were putting away the supplies.

Josiah looked at Chris. "Long day?"

"Josiah. I would rather spend my day doing what you were doing, then corralling those kids."

"Ha. I’ve spent all day dragging dumb cattle out of mud. I’m as tired as I am dirty."

"I hope not too tired because I need you to have a little talk with Ezra." Chris handed the derringer to Josiah.

"This isn’t the gun you locked up I hope." Chris could see the storm clouds forming.

"I don’t know Josiah. Either way, I told him he was too young to carry a gun and he just ignores me. I’m at the end of my rope with him. He does nothing but sass me and argue with everything I say. I know he obeys you. I’m handing him to you and don’t be soft on him. He thinks he rules this roost because you let him get away with too much. Even before Pa died, you always let him talk his way out of trouble, even with Pa."

"It’s hard Chris."

"I know Josiah. It’s much easier to give in then to correct any of them." They both watched JD run around Buck and Ezra as they unloaded the wagon. "I spanked Vin today. I almost caved when he pleaded with me and started to cry. It nearly broke my heart, but it would hurt me more if his temper got him into trouble later in life."

"Another fight?"

Chris nodded. "Another fight."

"Okay. I’ll deal with Ezra."

"Thanks Josiah." Chris started toward the door, and then turned back to him. "By the way. There’s a new Judge in the area. Blackwell retired. He’s coming by for lunch tomorrow. If you have any work to do, see if you can get the hands to do it for you. I really need you here after lunch while JD takes his nap."

"That boy won’t take a nap on a Saturday."

"Well he is tomorrow. The judge may want to talk about Pa and JD is still having a hard time understanding about death and why his Pa isn’t coming back."

"Understood. I’ll be here."

"Thanks Josiah. Let’s get washed up before Nettie has our heads.

"I’ll be right behind you after I take care of my horse."

"Okay."

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"Send Ezra to his room. I’ll be along to have that talk."

"Will do Josiah."

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Chapter #4 : Day of Reckoning
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Ezra knew he was in trouble. Chris had sent him to his room, but told him that Josiah would be dealing with his disobedience. Ezra wished Chris would deal with him. He knew he was in for a spanking, but he didn’t want to think about it from Josiah. Although, sometimes Josiah was a softer touch, he wasn’t sure what Chris had told him. Ezra jumped at the knock on his door.

"Come in." Ezra was surprised to see Vin.

"How ya doing Ez?"

"I’m fine now, but I wish it was Chris I was going to have this discussion with."

"I don’t know about that Ez." Vin rubbed his sore backside. "Chris ain’t easy ta take either."

"True."

"Besides, Ez. Yer always talkin’ ‘bout how Josiah’s a soft touch and all ya have to do is turn on them tears and he feels bad."

"This is also true. Maybe I can still talk my way out of this."

Just then the door opened. "I wouldn’t bet on that one young man."

Ezra gulped as Josiah entered with a scowl on his face. Vin made a quick escape.

"I was simply trying to make Vin feel better."

"By making me sound like a softy?"

"Put that way it isn’t flattering is it?"

"Forget it Ezra." Josiah reached into his pocket and retrieved the derringer. "I want to know where you got this. We checked the desk thinking you may have taken it back, but that gun is still there."

"I wouldn’t have broken into Chris’ desk. I’m not suicidal."

"Watch your tone. You obviously have some kind of death wish. Your 13, Ezra, not old enough to have a gun much less shoot it, but you already know that now don’t you? Where did you get this gun?"

"Mother gave it to me." Ezra looked at the floor.

"Maude? She gave this to you, can I assume, after your birthday."

"Yes. She was shocked that Chris took my other one and when I told her I wouldn’t steal it back, she bought this one."

"Chris said he took it from you this afternoon after school. Did you have it at school?"

"Yes."

"Of all the stupid…you could have hurt someone, including yourself."

"But I didn’t." Ezra defended.

"I won’t argue this point with you Ezra. You knew we didn’t want you using a gun, yet you chose to disobey both Chris and myself. Then I find out today that you think I’m the soft touch in the family and that if you start crying I’ll cave in. Well, let me tell you something young man. Things are gonna change. I want you to give me that arm holster that fits this gun. You will not get another from your mother. Chris will be having a talk with her about this when she visits again. You are grounded for two weeks and I will find you some extra chores to keep you busy. Starting now, I expect you to show Chris some respect. If he tells me you have been sassing or back talking him, I will spank you. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." Ezra thought he was getting off pretty easily until he looked up and saw Josiah removing his belt.

"Josiah, please. I’m sorry. I’ll behave better." He started to cry.

"I’m sorry too Ezra, but you have forced my hand. Come here."

Josiah made it quick but it wasn’t painless. When he finished putting his belt back on, he gathered Ezra into a hug. Ezra cried and Josiah comforted him. When his sobs ceased, Josiah spoke.

"I truly hope we don’t need to do this again anytime soon. Respect Chris. I know you have better manners than that. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you Ezra." He hugged Ezra again and heard Ezra reply, "I love you too."

"Let’s go get something to eat. I’m starved. Okay."

"Okay." Ezra wiped the remaining tears away and managed a small smile. Ezra left his room and before he followed, Josiah grabbed a pillow for Ezra’s chair. I really am a softy.

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Supper was  lively as usual. Chris let the younger boys have their candy and then they washed up and were tucked into bed. Buck settled and read to JD, while Chris did the same for Vin. Normally, Ezra simply went to sleep, but Josiah decided to tuck Ezra in tonight.

An hour later, Nathan joined them, while Josiah, Chris, and Buck unwound with coffee.

"God, it’s been a long day."

"Amen brother Chris."

"Well, gentlemen, I have a date in town so I’m going to wash up. See ya in the morning." Buck headed upstairs to dress and left.

"One of these days he’s gonna want to rest on a Friday night."

"I wouldn’t take that bet Chris."

"How did your talk with Ezra go?"

"I am a softy."

Chris laughed. "I told you."

"That boy has had my number for the entire three years he’s been here. Even Pa went easier on him."

"A lot of that was because Pa wasn’t sure what was bad behavior and what was Maude’s training. He didn’t want to punish Ezra for behaving like his ma taught him."

"Well, he needs to adjust. I told him things were going to be different from here on out. If he’s disrespectful to you Chris I want to know about it. We are going to take care of that quick."

"Sounds like a plan. Can you stick to it?"

"With your help, Maybe." Josiah chuckled. "I’m tired so I’m gonna check the boys and head to bed. Good night Chris."

"Night Josiah. Don’t forget tomorrow we’re meeting with Judge Travis."

"Travis? Any relation to the lovely Mary that you are sweet on?"

Chris blushed. "Her father-in-law actually, Mr. Nosey."

Laughter was his response as Josiah went upstairs.

Chris sat and enjoyed the quiet. It never lasted too long in this house.

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Chapter #5 : Morning Repast
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Chris was having the same dream. They were stuck in the house and he couldn’t reach them. The flames were too hot to even make an attempt. No one was going in, and no one was coming out. He was about to scream when he was knocked down onto the ground and had the wind knocked out of him. He was dazed for a fraction of a second until he realized he was awake. There was a small amount of pressure on his chest and for a minute he thought maybe he was having a heart attack. He opened his eyes and had to smile at what he saw.

"Hey Chris. Ya ever gonna wake up huh?"

"JD. What are you doing up so early on a Saturday?’

"I had a bad dream. I went to find Buck but he’s not in his bed." Chris thought, I could just guess where Buck is. "I looked everywheres and he’s not in da house. You think he went where mama and papa went?" I’m gonna have to have a talk with Buck I see.

"JD. He didn’t go to heaven. He went into town last night after you went to sleep. It probably got late and he decided to stay in town. I’m sure he will be home for breakfast."

"If Buck is commin’ back, how come papa ain’t?"

"JD. Papa is in heaven. He’s there with our ma’s. They can’t come back from heaven, but Buck can come back from town. We did it just yesterday."

"Is Sarah and the baby with papa and our mama’s?"

Chris paled slightly. He didn’t like to think about his family that was lost a year before he lost his father. "Yes JD. They’re all in heaven." Chris wanted to change the subject. "Why don’t you get off of my chest and go start getting dressed. I’ll get up and meet you in there to help you finish. Okay?"

JD smiled. "Okay." JD scrambled off of Chris and ran to his room. He heard Nettie tell him to stop running and his soft reply of ‘yes ma’am’ as he went to his room. Chris rolled over and sighed. He silently prayed for strength to continue without his wife, son, and father.

Chris got dressed and went to help JD. Normally, Buck helped JD get up and ready for school, but on the weekends it fell to Chris or Josiah because Buck seldom ever came home until the next morning from one of his dates. Chris could here Nathan and Josiah downstairs as he headed to get JD. He walked into JD’s room and frowned.

"JD. Didn’t I tell you to clean this pig sty?"

"Ain’t no pigs in here Chris." JD looked puzzled.

"Are you sure about that? They could be hidden anywhere in this mess." Chris smiled as JD started looking for hidden pigs. I must remember that 5 year olds don’t grasp sarcasm. "Never mind JD. After breakfast I want you to pick up this mess."

"But Buck was gonna give me another ridin’ lesson."

"You can do that afterwards. This room gets picked up first or no riding lesson. Understood?"

"Yeah." JD sadly replied.

"Come on. Let’s go eat breakfast." Chris picked up JD’s boots and headed downstairs. Once downstairs, Chris helped JD with his boots and headed to the table.

"Morning boys. Are Vin and Ezra up yet?"

"I didn’t check. After yesterday it wouldn’t surprise me none if they try to stay in bed." Josiah laughed.

"Ezra, maybe, but I can’t see Vin staying in all day. It would drive him stir crazy."

"True." Nettie came in with breakfast.

"Where are double troubles?" Nettie laughed.

Nettie Wells was a small but sturdy elderly woman who had lost her husband about five years back. Lincoln Larabee offered her a place as his cook and housekeeper when she needed to feel useful. Now she pretty much ran the house. All of the boys, even Chris and Josiah cowered when she lectured them. She didn’t like little boys tracking dirt through the house and she expected proper table manners at all time. She had become the glue that held this family together when Lincoln died last year.

Chris had been so full of grief and anger from the tragic death of his wife and son, that when his father passed, it almost killed him. Nettie had pulled everyone together to support Chris and to do what needed to be done to keep the family together. Nettie had to smile when she thought about what had brought Chris out of his drunken state. JD had wondered off looking for his papa and had become lost.

Chris searched like a man possessed. He knew that his pa wouldn’t want him to crawl into a bottle and forget his family. Chris found 4 year old JD crying for his papa and brothers about 10 miles from the house. Chris embraced his lost brother and swore right then that he wouldn’t lose sight of what was important again and he vowed to take care of his brothers.

"I think they’re still upstairs." Josiah answered.

Just then Buck walked in. "You guys sent those two boys out awful early didn’t ya?"

"Ezra and Vin are outside?" Chris looked shocked.

"Yep. I don’t know what they were doing, but I passed them on the way in to wash up. They’re right behind me." Buck sat down and ruffled JD’s hair. "Hey little brother. I see you got dressed by yourself."

"How’d you know Buck?"

"Just a lucky guess." JD had on a tan pair of pants with a light purple t-shirt on.

"I had a bad dream Buck and you wasn’t here. Why didn’t you come home last night?"

Buck almost choked on his coffee. He looked up to see smiles on everyone’s faces but JD’s. "It was too late last night to ride in the dark. Remember what I told you about how dangerous it is to ride at night?"

"Yeah. You said the pony could get his foot hurt. Right?"

"Exactly." JD seemed satisfied and finished eating.

"Nice save stud." Chris said as Ezra and Vin entered and sat down. Chris looked at them both and knew something was up. Any amount of trouble could happen when these two put their ‘talents’ together. "Morning boys. How come your up so early?"

Vin just shrugged his shoulders. Ezra didn’t respond at all. "Vin?"

"Nothin’ Chris. We was just talking."

"About what? Ezra?"

He was tired and hadn’t slept well, and it made him irritable. "None of your business." It was out of his mouth before he thought. Ezra looked up when he heard Josiah’s chair being pushed back. He was removed from his chair when Josiah took his arm and directed him into the spare bedroom. The door closed behind them and everyone at the table was silent. The silence was only broken by several smacking sounds coming from the spare bedroom, then silence again. The door opened to revel Ezra wiping at his eyes and rubbing his backside.

He walked over to Chris and quietly said, "I apologize for being rude."

Chris smiled and said, "Forgiven. How about we eat and get on with the day."

Ezra simply nodded and looked at Josiah. When he nodded, Ezra returned to his chair and began his breakfast.

They talked about what they were planning for the day. Nathan asked and received permission to go fishing with friends. JD was reminded to clean his room then Buck would give him a riding lesson. Josiah agreed to get JD’s pony ready for when he finished cleaning his room. Ezra had a list of chores to keep him busy and Vin had the woodpile to work on. When everyone was headed for their tasks, Chris stopped Buck.

"Buck. We need to talk about you being out all night."

"What? Chris, I’m an adult. You really can’t be tellin’…"

"That’s not what I’m saying. You’re right. You are 19 and you can stay out all night if you want, but I’m asking you to think about what staying out all night does to JD."

"JD?" Buck was puzzled.

"Yes Buck. When he couldn’t find you this morning he thought you had gone to heaven with pa and his ma. It scared him more than that bad dream."

Buck sat down with a defeated sigh. "I thought he was doing better. It’s  been almost a year Chris. I just don’t know what to say to him to make him understand."

"Buck. I think he does understand about pa and his ma, but you have always had a special connection with him from the day he was born. You are the big brother he looks to when he’s scare or happy."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I’m not asking you to give up your ladies. Hell, that would be like Josiah giving up God." Both brothers laughed. "Just try to come home either that night or before JD wakes up. He doesn’t even need to know you’re gone, but he needs the reassurance that you will be here if needed."

"I’ll try pard."

"That’s all I can ask. Judge Travis will be here for lunch, I’d like you to help get JD to take a nap and then sit in on the discussion."

"Count on me Chris. I’m gonna go hurry that youngun' along."

"Thanks Buck."

"Anytime pard."

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Chapter #6 : Hi Ho Hi Ho …
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Ezra hated mucking out the horse stalls. His mother had taught him that gentlemen don’t debase themselves with menial labor, however his father believed good hard work made the man. Ezra tended to believe his father. The labor part wasn’t very fun, but it did make him feel good. How his mother would be disappointed.

His thoughts were interrupted when JD barreled into him. "JD watch where you’re going. Go play somewhere else." Ezra yelled as he brushed his self off.

JD’s bottom lip quivered. "I..I’m sorry Ez. I…just needed…" he ran from the barn crying.

Josiah entered the barn to find out what was wrong. "Why is JD crying?"

"I don’t know. I’m the one who he knocked down."

"So you yelled at him?" Josiah had his fists on his hips.

"Yes, I did. I didn’t mean to though. I’ll go apologize." Ezra headed out into the yard and found JD crying on Buck’s shoulder. "Hey JD?"

JD looked at Ezra and scrubbed at his eyes. "What!"

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you."

"No you shouldn’t have." JD responded.

"JD, you’re supposed to except Ezra’s apology, not try to make him feel bad."

"Okay Buck." JD turned to Ezra and saw how sad he looked. He crawled off Buck’s lap and hugged Ezra.

"Thank you JD. I needed that." Ezra smiled and so did JD.

"I’m gonna ride my pony Ez. You wanna watch?"

"I would love to JD, but I have a lot of chores to get done before lunch. Thanks anyway. Maybe in a couple of weeks we can go for a ride together."

"Really? That would be great." JD hugged Ezra again and ran off to find Josiah.

"Sure made his day Ez." Buck put his hand on Ezra’s shoulder.

"How does he do it Buck?"

"Do what?"

"Change from being sad to happy so quickly."

"I guess it’s just a gift." Buck noticed how sad Ezra looked. "You okay pard?"

"I’m okay." Ezra blushed when he realized he was rubbing his sore backside. "Well, at least I will be."

Buck smiled as Ezra headed back to the barn. Josiah and JD came out with JD in the saddle.

"Josiah? You gonna make that boy muck out stalls for the next two weeks?"

"Nah. I wasn’t gonna have him do it at all until he gave Chris attitude this morning. He’s fallen back on ‘my mother made me’ too many times."

Buck laughed. "Ha. It always worked with pa."

"Yeah I know and the few times he probably was gonna do something about his attitude, I talked him out of it."

"Well Josiah. All of us have a soft spot for one or more of our brothers that lets them get away with a little more."

"Me and Ezra and Nate?"

"Yep. Then there’s Chris and Vin and Me and JD." They were interrupted by a small giggle. Both turned and saw JD leaning over his pony’s neck while the pony munched on some of Nettie’s flowers.

"JD!!" Buck and Josiah pulled the pony’s head away from the flowers. "JD. Nettie’s gonna have our hides. You can’t let your pony eat the flowers."

"But Buck. I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t move. Maybe I need spurs jest like Chris."

"You do not need spurs for this pony. If I ever see you using spurs on this pony I will paddle your britches. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir Buck. Was jest and idear."

"Well, it was a bad idea JD. Chris uses spurs because that black devil he rides needs it, this pony is gentle and don’t need them. Spurs would hurt him."

"Okay buck."

"Have you come up with a good name yet?"

"I like Spot." JD proclaimed.

"Spot? Why Spot?"

"Cause he’s got spots silly."

"Pardon me. Let’s finish this ride." Buck lead JD down a quiet path that went around the ranch house for about a mile.

Josiah watched them go and headed for the house. He stopped when he heard a horse approach. He waited for the visitor to dismount and then they shook hands.

"Josiah."

"Reverend. What brings you out here this lovely day?"

"Well, I need a favor. My sister had an accident yesterday and I need to go pick her up in Eagle Bend and bring her back. I would like to leave early tomorrow so I can get back by dark."

"If you do that, you need someone to preach for you."

"Exactly. I know it’s short notice and if you can’t do it, then I will just stay in Eagle Bend over night and come back Monday."

"I can do it for you. No problem. I’m sure I can come up with something profound."

"Great. I owe you one Josiah. Thanks."

"No problem Reverend. It will be my pleasure."

"Good. Then I will see you sometime next week. Thanks again Josiah."

The Reverend mounted and rode off. Josiah turned into the house. Okay Lord. What do I do now?

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Vin liked the sound of the axe swinging and connecting with the wood. It was hard work for an 8 year old but he had done harder work while living in the Indian village with his ma. Vin paused to rest and thought about his ma.

They visited his pa many times before his ma actually got sick. Sometimes he found it hard to think he went from no brothers to having six. He had been here for two years when his pa died. Some days it was hard to ponder on, but his brothers helped when he was reminded of his pa.

"And what pray tell are you thinking so hard about?"

Vin was startled. "Hey Ez. Oh nothing. Just thinking about my ma."

"You can have mine." Ezra half joked. "She just gets me into trouble."

"No thanks Ez. I seem to attract trouble without help. I still don’t know what happened yesterday."

"You lost your control dear brother."

"I know that Ezra. Jeesh. I was talking about how Peterson seems to know exactly what to say to make me mad."

"I think part of it is you have to except some of the teasing."

"No I don’t!" Vin replied indignant.

"Yes you do. Peterson insulted your mother. Was what he said the truth?"

"No!"

"No? Did pa love your mother?"

"Yes. What’s that…"

"Was she an Indian?"

"Yes."

"Then it could be said that pa loved, how did he put it, injuns?"

Vin thought for a minute. "So when he said pa loved ‘darky’s’ he was sayin’ true cause pa loved Nate’s mama. Right?"

"Exactly."

"But why did it hurt when he said them things if they were the truth?"

"Well, Peterson wanted them to hurt. That was his whole point. But you have to listen to what he says and if what he says has some kind of truth, then agree with him. If there is no truth in what he says, ignore it. You know better than anyone what your mother was like. Lies don’t matter."

"Yer saying don’t let him git under my skin."

"Brother Vin I do believe you have got it. It won’t be easy, but I’ll help when I can."

"With or without yer peashooter Ez?"

"Without. That gun has caused me more pain than I want to discuss. I actually can’t wait to see my mother’s face when Chris has that little talk with her."

"She’ll probably try convincin’ ya to live with her."

"Doesn’t matter. I like it here. I like having a stable family life, away from my mother’s cons."

"That’s good Ez, cause I got a few more caves to explore."

"Dear Lord. Could you let my bruised backside heal before you get it into any more trouble."

"I kin wait a couple weeks til ya git… paroled?"

"Yes that would be a good word here. Speaking of child labor, I must complete the ‘mucking’ before lunch."

"Good thing Nettie left already. She wouldn’t let you in the house stinkin’ like you do."

"Ha ha little brother." Ezra leaned in and sniffed Vin. "You don’t smell much better."

"Guess not." Vin welded his axe and Ezra finished pushing the wheel barrel to the manure pile.

Chris smiled from his spot at the window, where he watched Vin and Ezra talk then head back to work.

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Chapter #7 : Here Come Da Judge
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Ezra was in the bathhouse getting the stink off when Josiah entered.

"That’s long enough Ezra. I don’t want you turning into a prune. Get dried and dressed then you can help me set out lunch."

"Okay Josiah." Ezra got dressed and entered the kitchen when he heard a buggy. That must be this Judge Chris was talking about. Ezra was peeking out the window when he heard Josiah enter.

"Ezra. Will you get the milk out of the pantry, please. Put some in a pitcher and put it on the table."

"Sure Josiah. Hey Josiah? Is that the Judge that Chris was talking about?"

"Yep. I want you on your best behavior. Just because the Judge is here doesn’t mean I won’t remove you if you’re rude. Understood?"

"Yes sir. I’ll behave."

"Good. Let’s get this finished then we can meet Judge Travis."

"Travis?" Josiah laughed.

"What’s so funny?"

"That was my exact reaction. To answer your unspoken question, he is Mary Travis’ father-in-law."

"That should help."

"I would imagine it might."

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Lunch went quickly. Judge Travis met all the boys with the exception of Nathan who was off fishing. The Judge was able to observe how Chris handled JD's tantrum when his nap was announced. Buck agreed to read to him, which put him right to sleep.

Ezra behaved like the perfect gentleman and even excused himself to finish some chores. Vin was sent back to the woodpile.

"Isn’t chopping wood a little hard for a boy so young."

The Judge, Chris and Josiah were sitting in the living room having coffee. "It probably would be for any normal boy, but Vin was raised by one of the local tribes until he was five. That’s when he came to live with us."

"So Vin? Is that his real name?"

Chris smiled. "No. His real name is Kevin. He hates it and pa told me once that he ‘requested’ that everyone call him Vin. I’m the only one who calls him Kevin and that’s only to get his attention when I’m upset."

"Do you get upset with him often?"

"I wouldn’t say often. Not any more than a normal family would. The first few years he was here were hard on all of us. He grew up in a different culture. He had to adjust to the white people’s way of things. He has maintained some Indian ways and has adjusted well."

"That’s good to hear. He is a very likable young man."

"He seems happy. You can talk to him yourself if you’re worried he’s not happy here."

"That’s not what I meant. I can see he’s happy. I can see that they are all happy. Of course I haven’t met Nathan yet."

"Nathan’s off fishing with his friends." Josiah offered.

"Now Nathan is…how old?" The Judge shifted some papers.

"Fifteen. Pa met his ma about the same time he met Maude."

"That’s Ezra’s mother. Now she’s still alive. How come she isn’t raising Ezra?"

"Pa got custody after he found out Maude was using Ezra in a con. He was only 7 at the time. Maude was quick to give Ezra away, because she said he was too much of a burden. She still visits although the last couple of times she was here she bought Ezra a gun. I have them both locked in my desk."

"Certainly she must know he’s too young." The Judge said.

"You would think so." Josiah answered. "I tried to explain to him that thirteen year old boys don’t carry guns."

"He understands now Josiah. I heard him tell Vin earlier that he is through letting his mother get him in trouble." Chris laughed.

"Glad to hear it." Josiah sighed.

"Now Nathan’s mother was a slave. From what pa told me, she was sold away right before she died. It wasn’t until a year ago when pa started telling me some things. He said that her master had raped Nathan’s ma and she had actually killed herself. The other slaves told him she had been sold. I guess it was easier to take."

"How did Nathan end up here?"

"Pa had heard about Mrs. Jackson and decided to bring both Nathan and Ezra home at the same time. He ended up having to pay for Nathan and strangely enough, he had to pay for Ezra too. Maude insisted on a settlement. Pa was happy to pay them both off."

Buck coming down the stairs interrupted them. "I thought that boy would never go to sleep." He jointed the men and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"The files say that JD has been here since shortly after he was born."

"Yep. I young man stole my heart that day. I thought I knew it all and JD just smiled and I realized I didn’t know anything." Buck mused.

"Of course we tried to tell him he didn’t know everything, but he wouldn’t listen to his more experienced older brothers." Josiah joked.

"JD’s ma was the last woman pa loved. She refused to marry him because she knew she was dying. She passed away a few weeks after JD was born. He’s five now. He’s still having a hard time with pa dying." Chris said.

"What about you Mr. Wilmington?"

"What about me?" Buck was confused.

"Well, your…what age now?" The Judge asked.

"I’m nineteen. I will inherit my share of the M7 ranch on my 21^st birthday. My ma was a saint and she loved pa, she just didn’t want him to be disgraced."

"That’s not true Buck." Chris said. "Yes pa loved your ma, but he was never ashamed of her or their love. And he was certainly never ashamed of you."

"I noticed that Lincoln left all custody of minor children to you Josiah." The Judge changed the subject. "While he left all operational control to Chris. Why did he do that?"

"Chris at the time was acting foreman anyway. I never wanted the responsibility of overseeing everything. I’m good with the boys and I preach occasionally at the local church. I have never desired to run this ranch. I support Chris anyway I can, and the best way I do that is by keeping herd over the boys." Josiah smiled at Chris who nodded his thanks.

"There’s more though isn’t there?" The Judge looked at all three brothers and noticed some hesitation.

"Truth of the matter is Judge. Pa gave Chris the power because Chris had a family. He is the only son of Lincoln Larabee who bares his name. Pa wanted Chris to be able to support his wife and son. Unfortunately he lost his family a year before pa died. By then pa was too sick to change his wishes."

"That’s not completely true Buck." Chris said again. "Pa chose to leave it because he knew if I was in charge of his dream, I wouldn’t drown myself in a bottle for very long. He was right too. I couldn’t just forget about this ranch and my brothers. It scared me to death when JD wandered off after pa’s death. Sobered me real quick and I vowed then and there to never take my brothers or this ranch for granted."

"So Josiah is the oldest at…?"

Buck laughed at Josiah’s expression. "He doesn’t like people to know he’s over 30. 31 to be exact."

The Judge smiled. "So Josiah watches the kids, Chris runs the ranch, Buck…"

"Chases the ladies." Chris added.

"Nathan is still in school at 15."

"Wants to study to be a doctor." Josiah added.

"Ezra is learning how to unlearn his mother’s training, Vin is adjusting to white man’s ways, and JD is a happy kid of 5. Did I get everything?"

"That’s everyone except Miss Nettie. She’s our housekeeper and cook. She stands in as mother where needed also." Buck added.

"Well gentleman I am happy to say, I have no problem with the arrangements your father made. It was well thought out. I will also say that if you have any difficulties that I can help with, don’t hesitate to let me know."

"I’ll keep that in mind Judge since Ezra’s mother is going to get a lecture on gun control the next time we see her. She always threatens to fight for custody when we ask her to stop corrupting him. The only thing that has protected us up until now was pa and the fact that Ezra doesn’t want to leave."

"Well, as long as I’m around I will help fight if that ever happens. Well gentlemen it is getting late and I have dinner waiting for me. I hope to see you all again the next time I visit."

"You’ll always be welcome here Judge. Just drop on in. It will give Miss Nettie someone else to fuss over for a change."

"I’ll remember that. Good day gentlemen."

"Bye Judge." Chris, Josiah, and Buck said.

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Chapter #8 – Fishing Fiasco
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Nathan had a bad feeling about this. He had arrived at the lake and met his friends for a day of fishing, when a group of older boys showed up. At first Nathan thought they would move on when they got bored of taunting, but things were getting out of hand.

"Come on Nate. They’ll think yer a coward iffin’ you don’t do it." Bobby said.

Nathan, his three friends, and the older boys lead by Myron Peterson (Jake’s big brother) were standing behind farmer Thompson’s old abandoned barn. The older boys were smoking and had convinced all of the younger boys to try it; all but Nathan.

"I don’t care if they call me a coward. I don’t like that stuff. Chris smokes them awful cheroots and they stink." Nathan stood firm. If his dumb friends wanted to smoke so be it, but he wasn’t.

"What’s wrong little boy, yer big brother don’t want you to smoke." Myron taunted.

"Shut up Myron." Nathan decided it was time to leave. "If you guys don’t want to fish anymore, I’m going home." Nathan started to walk away when he heard Myron yell.

"Tommy, you dumb idiot we gotta put that fire out." Nathan saw the younger boys try to put out the flames that were rapidly consuming the backside of the barn. The older boys were running away laughing. Nathan ran back to his friends to get them away from the flames. The barn was too involved with flames for four teens to stop.

"Get back. The whole thing is gonna come down." All four boys moved away and saw old man Thompson running toward them. They panicked and scattered. When Nathan saw Mr. Thompson, he looked around and found he was alone. He thought about running but he could hear Chris saying ‘you have to face trouble, don’t run from it’, so he stayed put. //Chris was gonna be furious.//

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Chris and Josiah returned toward the house after saying their good byes to the Judge, when they heard a group of horses approach the yard. Chris looked up and saw the sheriff and his deputy leading a very dirty and sad looking Nathan behind them. Chris frowned. //Has the whole world gone mad?//

The sheriff approached and dismounted. Chris shook his hand.

"What happened John?"

"Well Chris. Young Nathan was caught near an act of vandalism. Mr. Thompson’s barn was burned down."

Chris glared at Nathan who still hadn’t looked up. He walked over to Nathan’s horse and firmly put his hand on his knee.

"That the truth?"

"Yeah." Nathan dared to look at Chris and immediately put his head back down. Chris turned to John.

"What’s the story John?"

"Well, Nathan claims that he and his friends got talked into going behind the barn for a smoke." Chris glared at Nathan again.

"You were smoking?" He squeezed Nathan’s knee.

"No sir. I wasn’t and I didn’t burn the barn down either." Nathan was looking at Chris now and Chris recognized the truth. He smiled at Nathan and patted his leg.

"I believe ya. Why don’t you get down and go get washed up."

"Really? Thanks Chris." Nathan moved quickly into the bathhouse.

"John, come on in. You can tell me what happened and what we need to do."

"Sounds good." He turned to his deputy. "Come on Virgil."

"Chris I’m gonna take care of Nate’s horse."

"Thanks Josiah. Gentleman?" The sheriff and Virgil followed Chris into the house.

Twenty minutes later, they were leaving. Josiah had finished with the horse and sent Ezra out back to help Vin with the woodpile. Nathan joined Chris in front of the large fireplace in the living room.

"How did you ever get tangled in this mess Nate?" Chris asked.

"It happened so fast. I was actually leaving to come home when the barn caught. Then Peterson and his buddies ran off and then the fire got too big to fight. I really am sorry."

"Peterson. That name keeps coming into conversations around here lately. Maybe it’s time I had a talk with Mr. Peterson."

"I doubt it will do anything except make it worse Chris. Jake will just take it out on Vin and Myron doesn’t like me none." Nathan sat with a sigh. "All I can say is it’s a good thing Mr. Thompson believed me, because I can’t afford a barn on my allowance."

Chris and Josiah laughed.

"You makin’ a pitch for a raise young man?" Chris smirked.

"No. But if you’re feelin’ generous, there are some more medical books in the general store, I been wantin’."

"Nate. You’re the only one who would want books instead of candy." Josiah said.

"Now Nate, if I give ya a raise now, you’ll have to wait an extra year for me to raise enough money for that medical school tuition." Chris teased.

Nathan looked like Chris just slapped him. Chris couldn’t keep a straight face and Nathan joined the laughter after he realized they were teasing him.

"Laugh it up brothers. Someday you’ll come to me for your healin’ and I might just charge ya’ll twice." Nathan got up and walked upstairs.

"He’d do it too." Josiah said.

"I believe it."

Josiah and Chris both laughed. One day Nathan would be a very good doctor, and Chris vowed that money would not be a problem. The Magnificent Seven Ranch will prosper well and send Nathan to fulfill his dream of being a doctor.

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Chapter #9 – The Return of Black Bart
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JD was too old for naps! He still couldn’t believe that he had actually fallen asleep. He didn’t know how long for but he wasn’t staying in his bed when the day was wasting away. He was hoping to practice his riding again.

JD threw the blankets aside and opened his door. He could hear voices downstairs. He recognized Chris and Josiah and Nate, but he didn’t know who the others were until Chris said good-bye to the sheriff. JD went back to his room and changed. He put on a black pair of pants and a black shirt. The buttons were a little hard, but he managed to only missed a couple. He dug out an old pair of Chris’ boots that Chris had ‘misplaced’. They were too small for Chris now, but he had wanted to remove the spurs first. JD had found them and wore them once in a while. He loved to dress like Chris. It made his feel scary.

JD pulled the way too big boots on and found an old black hat that he had ‘borrowed’. To complete the ensemble he dug out an old empty holster that use to be Bucks when he first got a gun. It went around JD twice and he tied it with a piece of leather he found in the barn. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He practiced his ‘fast draw’ and then headed out down the back stairs. He just missed Nathan as Nate came upstairs.

JD walked to the barn and found it empty. He could hear Buck out back helping Vin and Ezra. He figured that Chris, Josiah and Nate were still in the house. He thought he would surprise everyone and show them how grown up he was by saddling his horse.

It took him longer without Buck’s help. He couldn’t understand why the saddle was heavier now when it wasn’t very heavy when he did it in front of Buck. Of course he didn’t know that Buck carried most of the weight. The saddle was on and JD led Spot out into the yard. Forgetting that his boots had spurs on them, he mounted his pony. When he gripped the pony with his feet and legs the spurs went into his gentle steed, causing the pony to scream and rear it’s head.

The scream brought six men and boys out of hiding, and they watched in horror as JD’s pony reared, JD’s saddle slipped, and JD tumbled to the ground with a sickening thud and snap. JD had the wind knocked out of him and after he recovered his breath, he grabbed his left arm and screamed.

Chris and Buck were by his side immediately. Josiah moved the scared pony, while Vin and Ezra watched.

"Easy JD. Don’t move." Chris soothed. Chris looked at Buck and nodded. They knew JD’s arm was broken. Nathan suddenly appeared.

"I sent Hank to fetch the Doc. How is he?"

Buck was quickly checking for any other injuries. When they were both satisfied that JD wasn’t hurt beyond his arm, Buck gathered him into his arms to comfort him.

JD was softly crying when Chris noticed Vin and Ezra giggling. He was in no mood for those two and their sick sense of humor. He glared at them and put his hands on his hips. "You boys want to tell me what in God’s name you find so funny?"

Vin tried to breath. He pointed to JD and finally said. "Look what he’s wearin’. He looks just like Black Bart."

Ezra joined in. "No Vin. He looks like Chris. Tiny Chris." Both boys were laughing so hard they didn’t see Chris approach until they felt his grip on their arms. "Make yourselves useful, and bring some firewood up to JD’s room. Then you both can tend to his pony. I don’t want to see either of you until you get some sense." Chris propelled them toward the back. Vin and Ezra did as asked.

"You know pard. If they can’t come back until they get some sense, it could be years before we see them again." Buck chuckled.

"Funny. How is he doing?" JD was still crying but not as hard.

"He’s quieting down, but the pain is pretty bad."

Chris sat opposite from Buck and rubbed JD’s back. "Hey Sprout? You want to tell me what happened?"

JD turned to look at Chris. "I…was…gonna…surprise you by…saddlin’ Spot…by myself. I don’t know why he done it."

Chris looked at JD’s outfit. Under normal circumstances he would have thought it was cute, but then he noticed his old boots with the spurs. "JD? Spot reared because of the spurs on those boots."

"Spurs! Young man I told you never to use spurs on that pony."

"I forgot they’s there, honest." JD started to cry again and mumbled something into Buck’s chest.

"No JD. I’m not gonna paddle ya. I’m sure you have learned your lesson about spurs."

JD nodded his head. Chris smiled at Buck and said, "Do I really look like that?" He pointed to JD’s outfit.

"Only when yer tryin’ to scare people."

Chris was about to respond when the doctor rode into the yard. They carried JD up to his room and got him washed up and into bed. JD protested having to go to bed but Chris was accepting no complaints. The doc set and splinted his arm and gave him something to ease the pain and let him sleep. The doc said the splint would have to be on for a few days and when the swelling went down they would put a cast on for about 6 weeks.

With JD sleeping, Chris and Buck walked the doc out. Supper was served and one by one everyone took a bath for church the next morning. Vin and Ezra apologized for laughing earlier and Chris agreed that it was funny and he apologized for getting angry. Everyone headed up to bed for an early night. Chris checked on JD and made sure his room was warm and then went to bed.

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Chapter #10 - Early To Bed, Early To Rise
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It felt like only minutes ago that he closed his eyes, but something woke him up. Seeing it was still dark, Chris started to roll over to go back to sleep when he heard crying coming from JD’s room. He sat up and checked his timepiece. //1:00 AM. It’s too early for this.//

Chris entered JD’s room to find him sitting up, holding his broken arm, and rocking while he cried.

"Hey, Sprout. Your arm bothering you?" JD nodded as Chris sat down on the bed. It was then that he noticed JD’s bedding was wet. //Probably had trouble moving around with the splint.// Chris smiled at JD’s obvious embarrassment. "Why don’t we get you dry and warm so we can get some more sleep. Okay?"

JD nodded. Chris retrieved a clean nightshirt and a blanket. He wrapped JD in the blanket, being careful of his arm, and carried him downstairs to the warm kitchen. Once there, Chris set JD on the counter and poured some warm water from the kettle that was always on the stove. Using some soap and the water, Chris cleaned JD up and put the clean nightshirt on him. JD’s crying had almost stopped as Chris poured some warm water over the pain powder the doctor left. He gathered JD into the blanket and carried him to the living room. He set JD down in a soft chair and stirred the fire. He retrieved the cup for JD and settled his baby brother on his lap as JD drank the medicine.

"Yuck!"

Chris laughed. "I know it tastes awful, but it will make the pain go away and let you sleep. You feeling warm enough now?"

"Yeah. I’ sorry I peed the bed."

"Don’t worry about it Sprout. We all have accidents." They both sat quietly until all the medicine was gone and JD started to drift off to sleep. "Let’s go to bed, Sprout." Chris carried him upstairs to the master bedroom. Chris settled JD into the other side of his bed and crawled in next to him.

JD looked around the room. "This is your room Chris."

"Your bed is wet JD. You sleep right there and if you need me again before morning you can just wake me up. Okay?"

"’Kay. Night." JD snuggled down into the mattress and blankets. Chris helped him put his splinted arm on top of a pillow, out of the way.

"Good night JD. Love ya." Chris kissed JD on the forehead and pulled the covers up, instantly falling back to sleep.

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Chapter #11 – While The Cat’s Away
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Chris slowly woke up when he heard Josiah’s baritone whisper. He looked toward the light coming from the window and realized it was late morning. He quickly turned and saw JD still sleeping. He got up and checked the time. //NOON!// Chris got dressed and headed downstairs. What he saw made him smile.

Josiah had Vin, Ezra, Nathan, and Buck all sitting on the couch, and was lecturing them about proper behavior in church. "Just because Chris wasn’t there didn’t mean you block heads could act like fools. I should have come down and knocked some heads together and next time I will."

Chris was intrigued. He came down the stairs and said, "What happened Josiah?"

"Happened? What didn’t happen! I think my first mistake was letting Buck be in charge. Should have let Nate be in charge, he’s got more sense."

"Hey! I was the oldest." Buck complained.

"Oldest yes. Most responsible no." Josiah sighed as he sat down.

"Have a good sleep Chris?" Buck tried to change the subject.

"Yes. I did." He turned back to Josiah and sat down. "What else happened?"

"With Buck in charge, Buck let Ezra and Vin sit next to each other. They giggled and horsed around the whole time. Nathan ended up between them, but not before their actions upset plenty of others. When the service was over, Buck got distracted with Miss Molly and Vin and Ezra got in a small scuffle with that Peterson boy."

Chris turned sharply to Vin and Ezra. "Another fight? In church?"

"No. It weren’t no fight." Vin protested. "Jake started in with his mean remarks and I was followin’ Ez’s advice. I agreed with a lot of what Jake said. It made him mad and when Ez and me walked away he knocked me down. I pushed him off and walked away again. But 'fore he could tackle me again, Ez found Nate and Buck and the scuffle was between Buck and Mr. Peterson."

Buck broke in. "I told him that we were tired of Myron and Jake starting fights with the boys and if it didn’t stop, then you were gonna pay him a visit."

Chris groaned.

"Then Mr. Peterson turned a wonderful shade of white and stammered about how he would set his youngsters straight and that there would be no more problems." Ezra added.

"About that time Josiah showed up and ordered us all into the buggy. I thought he was gonna kill us then and there."

Chris smiled. Josiah was a gentle man unless riled and then he got very ‘old testament’ on you. "So I interrupted your lecture huh."

"Yes. My lecture. Of all the hair brained, hard headed,…"

"Okay Josiah. I get the point. Boys go get out of your Sunday clothes and into work clothes. Don’t wake JD either or I may have to reconsider my decision to let today slide and thrash you all. Now git."

Everyone but Josiah rose and walked upstairs to get changed. Josiah started up and Chris stopped him. "Josiah. Why don’t you, JD and me go fishing this afternoon? We’ll leave the boys to Miss Nettie when she gets back."

"Sounds like the perfect punishment for those boys." Josiah turned to go up the stairs and noticed JD rubbing his eyes as he stood at the top of the stairs. "How you feelin’ JD?"

"’Kay ‘Siah." He turned sad eyes to Chris. "Chris? My arm hurts and I gotta pee."

Chris smiled and went to JD. He picked him up and carried him to his room where he could use the pot and get dressed. Once done, they headed for the kitchen and some medicine. Chris settled JD with his cup by the fire and made breakfast. When it was finished, the living room was alive with the chatter and giggles of his whole family. He smiled and thought about how lucky he was. It still hurt to think about his lost family, but his brothers made his life worth living. The weekend was almost over and with the return of Miss Nettie, things would get back to normal.

"ALRIGHT! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FLOWER BED?"

Well, maybe not.