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Magnificent... 8?	By : SisterWine Category: M through R > Magnificent Seven Views: 1621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: MGM Home Entertainment and Mirisch Corp. own the Magnificent Seven. I make no claim to the series or characters. The other characters in the story, are mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Magnificent... 8?
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Part Four
- 5-Part Five
- 6-Part Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter 8
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
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The town they strolled into was a sleepy one. People on either side of the wide street, either sweeping dirt from their walks or enjoying the evening breeze, finished their business and quickly ran inside. Very few businesses had been open, at this time of night and it was becoming obvious that it was not only a one-horse town but a clean, low-key town at that. Although, the townspeople had their church and other Christian fineries, the one constant in both their town and Willow Ridge had been a staple in nearly every town they stopped in; a saloon.
A hard day's ride north of town left the eight men and horses hot and dusty and in need of cooling off.
Charlie, Buck and Vin tied their horses to the post, in front of the hotel while Ezra, Josiah and Nathan went further on into town and stopped in front of the saloon, leaving Chris and JD to scout the livery and Kent's General Store. Buck had taken to charming the saloon ladies while Vin and Charlie asked questions to the bartender and other patrons, none answered with anything informative. Ezra, Nathan and Josiah had even less luck. However, it seemed Chris was able to observe a young man, standing at the counter of the general store, waiting to pay for his provisions.
Chris edged into the store from the front door and moved to the long display table, in the middle of the room, pretending to rummage through some books that had just arrived the day before, from Denver. His eyes only glancing down once or twice but focusing on the storekeeper and customer at the counter. Tapping JD on the arm and pointing for him to go to the right of the young man while he went to the left, Chris made his way slowly up to the counter and stood next to the man believed to be the outlaw they hunted. With a nod of his head, he motioned for the shopkeeper to make himself scarce as he continued to step slowly towards the counter. He waited for the shopkeeper to step to the side and exit through the front door before making his move to conversation.
JD looped his thumbs around his beltbuckle and followed Chris's example of approach. In making it to the counter before Chris, he hadn't noticed the young man's left hand reach across and grab JD's left holstered gun, cock it and aim it at JD as he came to a stop.
Chris had observed slight movement from the man at the counter and looked down enough to see the gun aimed at JD. Quickly thinking of how not to get he or his friend shot, Chris decided to take things simple and talk the outlaw into giving up willingly. "Oh, I wouldn't do that, Jesse." Chris kept his voice calm and low and fashioned his own gun's aim on the man in the middle. Staring at him from underneath his hat, he saw himself at 24; young, brave and very impetuous.
"Must be some mistake. The name's Burdett." Grabbing his own gun out of it's holster, on his right hip, he crossed himself and aimed it at the man on his left. Looking slowly from JD to Chris, he elaborated, "Matthew Burdett." Blue eyes blinked up at the man who was nearly four inches taller, never straying from the calmness he had shown the three men who attacked him earlier.
Chris smiled disarmingly and cocked his gun. "I got a handbill that says otherwise, Jesse." Staring into the blue eyes, he had almsot lost himself and reminded him of where he was, currently. "I'd advise you to give him back the gun. Now." He dared the younger man into a duel of confidence. He knew Jesse wouldn't pull the trigger and find himself with a bullet, if he or JD should acquire one. A glint in Jesse's eyes told Chris to back off. It was the same look he had carried when courting Sarah, his wife. Love.
JD had been preoccupied watching the exchange between Chris and Jesse to pay any mind to his own guns, until he moved his hands to where both handles should have been. Looking down and seeing his own six-shooter aimed at him, JD gasped. "How'd you--?" He never got a response and part of him was glad for it. He only half-believed the story Sheriff Charlie had told him, on the long trip but, recent events had changed his mind.
Releasing the hammer and sliding JD's gun back, into its holster and winking at the shocked man in the bolar hat, Jesse reached a steady hand up to the counter and grabbed the brown paper package he had tried to pay for. Still aiming his Colt at Chris, he took a step back, carefully, and gained distance from the two men that had found him. He wasn't sure who these strangers were but could guess they were hired bounty hunters for the sheriff of Echo. His suspicions were confirmed as he heard a familiar voice call to him from the doorway.
"McCall!"
Heart pounding in his chest as Jesse looked over and saw Charlie holding the very same Henry on him. As the sheriff raised the rifle to aim, Jesse shot out a glass jar of candy, on a table in the middle of the room, sending the colourful gumdrops everywhere, turned around and shoved JD into the man in black before whipping his head around to find an exit. He found it in a rear-facing window and quickly ran and jumped through it, glass shattering in an explosion of matter passing through it, bullets from the Henry followed but were silenced by Chris and Buck as they reminded the sheriff that Lyla might have been outside, waiting for Jesse.
Charlie and Vin had come through the door and hurried to the window, Vin taking aim but losing his target in the blackness of the desert night. The rest of the gang had followed close behind the sheriff and the tracker. Shoving Chris in anger, Charlie yelled at the man in black for not apprehending the prisoner when they had the chance. "Dammit! That boy knows where my sister is and if he's hurt her, so help me-- I'll skin his hide until there ain't nothin' left o' him!"
Grabbing the man from behind, Buck held back the sheriff's punches he had wanted to take at Chris for letting the blond haired outlaw escape. He knew Chris must have had a reason not to pursue the outlaw further, until daylight, and decided to let it go. If the girl was still alive, they wouldn't find her in the dark. As good of a tracker as Vin was, without proper light, they would have been walking in circles and only delaying their rescue more. "Firin' at him, through a window, at night, might just get her killed from your own stupidity." Buck growled over the sheriff's right shoulder, defending his friend's halted actions.
Nathan and Ezra went around the back of the building, guns drawn, in case the younger gunfighter remained behind and hidden.
Ezra's foot had kicked something that didn't feel like a rock or log, at all. "Mister Jackson, I do believe the boy has disappeared in the night. Shall we reconvine with the others?" Reaching down and picking up the package, he holstered his gun and used his best judgement of what the package could have been. He knew from his mother's expensive tastes that it must have been some sort of garment yet, had it been for Jesse, he would have worn it out of the store, instead of having it wrapped so carefully.
Seeing only minor movement in the distant darkness, Nathan had moved a few steps further from Ezra and stared into the night's landscape. "Yea. He's quick." Nathan turned back from where he stood and saw Vin and Josiah making their way over to them with a small lantern they had borrowed from the store clerk.
"Indeed." Ezra agreed and held up the sizable item. "However, he was quite without what he came for."
Vin traced the steps where the glass from the window had been broke out and where Jesse had landed, using only the light from the small lantern he held. Finding a small foot trail, he could follow where the footprints went but only for so far before losing them again. Crouching low, at the end of the second trail, he dipped his fingers into a wetness that painted the leaves of a tuft of weeds. "Blood."
"Human or animal?" Chris stood behind him and looked out into the nightscape.
Vin shook his head. "Can't tell. Too dark out here. But, I think, by first light, I might be able to find where he went. Might still be in town, I reckon." Standing up, he looked about them, where the light landed, looked one direction and then the other, but only had theories. "If this kid is as quick as you say, we're gonna need to do this before Drake finds out. Gettin' him runnin' in there after Jesse, just might get her killed.
"That won't make Drake too happy." Chris agreed but had his doubts of a smooth capture. "Something tells me he isn't tellin' us the whole story.
Turning to look at Chris, Vin raised an eyebrow. "Somethin' happen between you two?"
"Can't put my finger on it. When we had him cornered, he coulda shot JD, me, Drake, you.... anyone. Instead, he aimed for that candy jar and took off through the window. Then there's that package he left behind..." Chris's mind thought of the two dead men and the last dying man that spoke of a "lightning quick" kid with golden hair and the pretty girl he rode with that robbed them and shot he and his two mining buddies.
"So..?"
"We wait." Walking back up to the street, they found the others at the saloon. Chris had wanted to question the eager sheriff about how he came to know Jesse McCall so well and why considered him an outlaw. The biggest thing on Chris's mind was the look of shear terror in Jesse's eyes as he met Chris's.
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Doubling back to a small schoolhouse, on the far edge of town, Jesse ducked in through the back door. Delby, he had tied to a tree, not too far from where they were and covered the resting Lyla with his bedroll. Quietly, he made his way over to where she had laid down, panting and wincing in pain at the gash on his left arm. One of the Henry's bullets had knicked him in the forearm and made it bleed a little more than a scratch.
Hearing the movement and footsteps, Lyla opened her eyes and sat up. "Jesse?" Her voice above a whisper but still quiet.
"I'm here." Groaning quietly in pain, Jesse came to sit down beside her. She had taken a place under the coathooks, in the small, one-room schoolhouse. "We- we have to leave, here, sweetheart. There's another town, just up a ways. We can stop there for the night but, we have to be real quiet, alright?"
Lyla shook her head and placed her hands on his forearms, resting her head on his left shoulder. Her right hand squeezed the gash on his arm, making him flinch and groan in pain. "You're hurt? What happened?" Sitting back up, Lyla moved her hand to her already torn skirt, lifting it to get to the cleaner underskirt.
"It's nothing. I'll be fine." He watched as she deftly tore at the garment, ripping off a single strip and felt his arm for the wound, once again.
"Nonsense. I want to take care of you, just like you take care of me. Hold still." Feeling for the wound, she felt his soft touch guiding her to where to tie the turniquet. She asked him several times if she was tying it to tightly but each time he replied with a "no."
Jesse breathed in and released it before kissing her, softly on the lips.
Lyla smiled, knowing he would see it and smile as well. "Did you get something to eat?"
"Uh, no. Don't worry about me. I'll be alright."
Trying her best not to be too harsh in her scolding, Lyla shook her head. "Jesse, you haven't eaten in two days. You'll get sick."
Jesse blushed, embarrassed at being caught. "How'd you know?"
A soft laugh and a pretty smile. "You said we only had food for a few days. The last was three days ago."
"We should go."
Again, Lyla shook her head. "No, Jesse. I want to stay here, for tonight. I don't want to sleep out there, again. The noises scare me." Wrapping her arms around him, she pleaded with him. "Please?" She loved the way his heartbeat sounded in her ears. In all honesty, she hadn't cared where they were. She felt completely safe when he was around.
Jesse had been reluctant to admit to himself that even he had been exhausted from running, for days, and not have a well-deserved night's rest. They had been kept in darkness, with only the light of the moon coming in from the windows, to light his way to her. "Alright." Straightening out the bedroll, and removing his duster, Jesse laid down on his back, letting her rest her head on his chest. He tucked his colt between them and threw the duster over for covers. His head rest on the seat of his saddle and his eyes quickly slid shut. His mouth opened, involuntarily, for a silent yawn and as he settled down, Jesse was able to lose himself in his dreams.
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In the predawn hours, Vin, Chris and Buck armed themselves and slipped out of the hotel to track down the elusive young outlaw and the kidnapped woman. Vin had started back, behind the General Store, and came across where he had found the trace of blood, the night before. Fleeting footprints and close to nothing for broken twigs kept him searching for quite the distance. Finally, Vin spotted a piece of material that looked like the gray shirt Jesse had been wearing, the night before. It blew from a dead twig that had been broken off a bush and now lay on the ground.
They walked for a quarter mile before Vin was able to pick up horse tracks. "Been carryin' two people, since yesterday. Didn't Drake say they had a flat bed wagon?"
"Yea. They musta ditched it between here and the three men he killed." Buck chimed in, in almost a whisper as he bent down to where Vin knelt and pointed over to a smaller trail that lead to the empty schoolhouse, where the day old hoofprints lead. Tall desert plants had grown over, hiding the schoolhouse from steps back but, uncovered it as they grew closer to the small hill.
Looking to where Buck pointed, Vin stood and walked over to one clear print. With the sun coming up and the morning starting with a red and blue hue, he took a closer look. "These have been here for about a day. The footprints beside it are from last night. He's been through here." As the sun rose higher, the ground glistened in spots where the pieces of glass had fallen after being shaken from Jesse's clothes. "Might be hiding out in the schoolhouse."
"You two, be careful." Chris stood tall, right hand holding the stock to his rifle while resting the long, black barrel on his right shoulder. "Just because we got lucky last night, don't mean he's in a better mood this mornin'." Following Vin up the small hill and down the trail, they paused briefly and found the open window where Jesse had snuck in, after escaping Sheriff Drake. Whispering to Buck to stay outside and next to the window, he told Vin to make his way around back and come in through the back door while he came in through the front. Placing a finger over his lips to indicate silence, Chris moved, looking for the horse Jesse had tied to a tree.
Silently, he opened the door and stepped inside. It was dark, still, yet he managed to listen for the sounds of breathing. Hearing low moans and quiet gasps, he spotted Vin at the other end of the room. Both had heard the breathing and gingerly stepped over towards the sound.
Jesse lay atop Lyla, facing her and moving in a slow and pained rhythm. Neither had heard the two lawmen come in and sneak up to them. They lie there, making love, under the empty coat rack, on the floor. Both had been clothed but certain parts had been moved aside or lowered for easy access. Lyla moaned at his slow ministrations as he kissed her neck and then moved to her collarbone. He had completely let go of the Colt he gripped all during the night and closed his own eyes in extacy.
Lowering himself to one knee beside them, Chris placed the barrel of the rifle against Jesse's adam's apple, halting the young man in his movements. Calmly and quietly, Chris spoke, "pull out, get dressed, move away from her, Jesse." Chris reached down and quickly moved the Colt out of Jesse's arm range before standing up, again.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jesse did as instructed, glancing around to see the man in black and the tracker that had been with Sheriff Drake, the night before. Without a word, Jesse eyed Vin, holding the sawed off shotgun on him, and then turned back to Chris. He hadn't recognised the rifle and thought they had been acting on their own. "Who are you?" Once again, his voice was calm as not to scare Lyla.
Lyla, sensing something was wrong when Jesse stopped in his movements, sat up as he removed himself from her. "Jess-?"
"It's alright, darlin. Stay calm, now." Jesse steadied his gaze on Chris but hadn't lost count of Vin, who was making his way around to where Lyla was, walking behind Chris. "Mister, you better stop right there. I'm warnin' you. Don't you touch her." For a split second, he took his eyes off of Chris and glared daringly at Vin. On a half-step forward, he paused as the rifle barrel end poked him under the chin.
"I was nice, last night. I won't hesitate to pull this trigger, Jesse." Chris warned.
Lyla must have heard Jesse gasp because as soon as Vin made it within arm's length, she screamed and lunged for the young outlaw. Her efforts were dashed as Vin caught her by the waist and spun her away from the other two men. Kicking and screaming and thrashing against the tracker that held her tightly, she called out for Jesse but heard no response. "NO! Let me go!"
Watching in horror as Lyla became more and more upset, he continually tried to step forward but was repeatedly poked in the throat by the end of the shotgun. "Stop! Stop, please. Yer scarin' her! Lyla, please, calm down! Lyla! Let 'er go! Take yer hands offa her!"
Before another word could be spoken, Buck ran in through the back door and threw his arms around Jesse, pinning him from doing anything in retaliation. "Calm down, boy.
Charlie and the remaining gang had heard the commotion and hurriedly made their way down to the schoolhouse, at the edge of town, past a few evergreens, standing in the way. Crashing through the door, Charlie spotted where Vin held Lyla in a chair, across the room, and then back to where Buck and now Ezra were holding Jesse by either arms. Smirking and sauntering up to the youth, he sneered as he stopped two feet from him. "Seems I owe you a 'thank you', McCall." Taking his Henry and using the stock to strike Jesse across the jaw, knocking him out, he finished, "thanks."

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