By Aussie Lass


DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. "The Magnificent Seven" belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’d be a happy woman if Vin belonged to me.....but no such luck. I have not made any profit out of writing this, so please don’t sue me. It would not be worth your while.

AUTHOR NOTE:
1. This story is based on the characters from the television series, "The Magnificent Seven".

2. I have no medical knowledge and know little about fire arms or American history, so there are likely to be inaccuracies. I invite you to enjoy my story for what it is... a rumble about six hunks and one drop dead gorgeous, handsome, strong, cute guy - you pick which of the seven fits that description! (g)

3.This story is a fantasy! If you are looking for a realistic story that is based on facts, this is not it. I have made everything up.

4. I am not a professional writer - I'm just someone who loves the boys. My beta readers are volunteers who have willingly given their time to help me and I will always be in their debt. Any errors are mine alone. There are a number of spelling, grammar and punctuation differences between Australia and the USA... please forgive me for writing with an accent. (g)

5. Yes, I love feedback! Drop me a note so we can chat about the boys. I love to hear others views and it means a lot to me when friends (new and old) take the time to send feedback, encouragement and constructive criticism. Please don't bother to send flames. I've lived that hell once and I won't be allowing it to affect me again.

Author Comment: This is a little piece I scrawled on the back of work memo while waiting for my meeting to start. It isn’t meant to have a story line... it’s just... I’m not really sure what it is. Kind of a 'Sienfeld' piece, if you get my meaning. Please excuse the spelling, punctuation, and grammar mistakes. I don’t claim any literary knowledge. I hope you enjoy this little bit of nothing. If you have any comments please let me know. I would love the feedback. By the way, I want to thank all of the other Magnificent Seven writers whose work inspired me to create my own. But particularly Linda. Your comments and feedback were greatly appreciated.




A man in a buckskin coat entered the saloon and paused gauging the inhabitants with practised eyes. After the initial sweep of the room, he nodded briefly to a coloured man seated at a table with a gentleman shuffling a deck of cards with the skill of a surgeon. Then the newcomer made his way to the corner and plonked himself down at a table to join a man dressed completely in black.

"Vin."

"Chris."

"Who?"    Who did you send to greet the stage, Vin?

"Terrible twins."    Asked Buck and J.D. to do it.

"Okay?"     Were they comfortable with that?

"Date."    Buck was howling like a stuck pig. Reckons he had an important date.

"Which?"    So which of the saloon girls has he charmed today?

"Red."    That nice little red head that arrived in town on Tuesday.

"Time?"    What time do you think they’ll be back?

"Three or four. Dance?"    Probably between three and four o’clock. You going to go to the barn dance this afternoon?

"Might. You?    I was thinking about it. Mary wants to go. What about you?

"Netties.    Naw. I promised Nettie that I would go out and do some repairs to her barn door.

"She’s not?"    Oh. So she’s not going to the dance herself?

"Will"    No she’ll go. She loves them dances.

You!... Crazy."     And you think she’ll let you get out of it! You’re crazy.

Ezra glanced at Nathan and lifted his left eyebrow.

"Who?" Ezra asked Nathan sarcastically.

"Terrible Twins." Nathan replied.

"Okay?"

"Date."

"Which?"

"Red."

"Time?"

"Three or Four. Dance?"

"Might. You?"

"Netties."

"She’s not?"

"Will."

"You!....Crazy." And then Nathan burst out laughing. Ezra shook his head with mock disgust and eyed the two men who had turned to stare at him.

"And people have the audacity to suggest that I am difficult to comprehend!"

Chris Larabee’s cold face hardened. Vin Tanner’s blue eyes narrowed.

"Insult?" Chris grilled.    I reckon he’s trying to insult us.

"Reckon."    I reckon you’re right.

"Lesson."    I think perhaps he needs to be taught a lesson.

"Hold’im."    I’ll hold him down.....

"Shoot."    And I’ll shoot him.

For once, Ezra was sure he understood every one of the unsaid words.

"If you’ll excuse me, Mr Jackson. I believe I need to be elsewhere." With that, the well dressed Southern gambler stood, politely tipped his hat in the direction of Chris and Vin, and then vacated the saloon. His hasty exit was accompanied by the uproarious laughter of a certain dark skinned healer and the soft amused chuckles of two men of few words.





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© April 2000 Aussie Lass. : This relates only to the creative property in this story. The distinctive way the story unfolds, the specific dialogue and unique situations are mine. I acknowledge that some of the characters and settings belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment and thank them sincerely for turning a blind eye so I can borrow them. (g) No infrigement of copyright was intended and no profit has been made from this story... so, please don't sue me. It wouldn't be worth your while.


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