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Saloon Girl At Ten Paces	By : SisterWine Category: M through R > Magnificent Seven Views: 897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Mirisch Corp. own The Magnificent Seven(1998). Rio Bravo (1959) was written by Jules Furthman, Leigh Brackett & B. H. McCampbell, directed by Howard Hawks. I make no moneys from or claim to Rio Bravo (film) or Magnificent Seven (TV show).

Chapter List
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- 4-Four
- 5-Five
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- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Nine
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The door to the jail opened and a dusty young man stepped in, sighing and brushing the dust off of his brown, fringed coat. When he finally looked up at the man sitting behind the desk, to the right of the door, his slow, tired voice made the older man sit up and lean in to hear him. "You the Sheriff?" His young face and relaxed expression hid his contempt for the prisoner he and his senior deputy escorted. He was clean-shaven and his hair was well-trimmed, from under his hat. After riding such a ways and keeping a hard eye on the slippery prisoner he and his companion escorted, he was ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep, even if that meant the hot water was from the trough outside and the lodgings was the empty cell next to the prisoner's.
Buck sat in the chair, bracing his elbows on the desk and eyed the young man. "We don't have a sheriff here, son. We just sorta 'watch over' it." Buck grinned as the young man slowly took hold of the wording and nodded. His eye caught sight of the shiny object on the young man's left shirt pocket and Buck began to wonder how old the young man was. He mentally compared the man to about JD's age but carried himself much more like Chris's. He stood up as two men approached the door, one in wrist cuffs and the other holding the shackled man by the right arm. He eyed the two men that stood in the doorway and noted the cuffs on the haggered looking man wearing a dusty serape and a brown straw hat. "Somethin' I can do for you?" Buck looked over at the older deputy in the blue shirt and black hat and then glanced back to the younger man in the brown fringe jacket.
"Yea, we need a room for the night. Taking this one to Yuma, tomorrow." The older man spoke with a deep tenor voice. "My young friend here and I hauled him all the way from Rio Bravo, Texas." Nodding over to the younger man, he reached into his shirt pocket, with his free hand and removed a folded paper with traveling orders written by Sheriff John T. Chance. He waited for Buck to take the offered paper and make sure everything was in order before nodding and waving both the deputy and prisoner over to an empty cell. "Is there a place around here to get cleaned up and have a hot meal?"
Buck slammed the cell door shut behind the man that walked with a limp and removed the shackles before turning to hand them back to the younger of the two deputies. "Yea, there's The Standish Hotel, up yonder and the bath house, down by the telegraph office." Buck eyed the younger man's cool demeanour and then turned to look at the other man. "Livery's down around the bend."
The younger of the two nodded a "thanks" and casually strode behind his partner back out to the street. He sighed and paused on the walk to roll a cigarette and light it before looking up and down the street for the two buildings Buck had offered them. After a long drag, he removed the smoke from his mouth and turned to acknowledge his partner, climbing into his saddle. "I'll get the rooms, Dude. If you wanna take the horses...?" Stepping off the walk and gathering his saddlebags from his Appaloosa, he then stepped back up, onto the walk to clear from the horse's way.
"Yea, I'll take 'em." Dude sighed as he glanced back at Colorado leaning against the post. He wanted a beer and the lack thereof was getting to him. He grabbed the reins of the horse next to his and turned both mounts to face the Livery, at the end of the street. He took two steps and stopped to turn back to his partner. "Oh, wire Chance and tell him where we are." Nudging his own horse into a walk, he and Colorado's horse made their way over to the stables.
After another drag of his cigarette, Colorado made his way down to the Standish Hotel and stepped into the front room. Panning the room from right to left, he made his way over to the reception desk, placing his saddlebags at his feet. "Two rooms, please." Colorado knew a bustling town such as this might not wait for Dude to show up before he got a room and the one thing he didn't want was to share one. A cramped jail office was one thing but a hotel room was not something he wanted to get around, if he could avoid it.
Ezra stood at the desk looked around the young man for the other patron. "Someone else joining you?" He noted the cadge on the young man's shirt but made no assumptions as of yet. The pair of guns on the young man's hips and casual tone spoke for themselves on whether or not he was a threat. Ezra thought not but kept his guard, just in case.
Colorado blinked calmly. "My partner and I are just passing through. He's putting up the horses, in the Livery. Be here in a minute." He reached into his pocket and removed two shiny dollars from his money pouch and placed them on the desk. He waited for Ezra to take the two dollars and turn the book around so that he could sign them in before picking up the pen and signing his name on the line. When he had finished, his attention was caught by a woman's voice calling his name.
Making her way down the stairs in a brand new dress and clean white shirt, Feathers' gaze fell on a familiar brown fringed jacket. "Colorado!" She smiled and hurried down the rest of the stairs and over to give the young man a hug. Embracing him, she glanced around for his mentioned partner. "Dude with you?"
"He's comin'." A slow, shy smile. "How long you been in town?"
"A couple of days. I came to see my cousin." Feathers' smile broadened as she glanced over at Ezra and back to Colorado. "How's John T.?"
"Coming along. Buried Stumpy a week ago."
Feathers' expression dimmed. "I'm sorry. He was a sweet man."
Nodding, Colorado thought it best to get settled before wiring Chance where they had stopped for the night. "I have a few things to do but, it was good seeing you, again." Scooping up the key Ezra placed on the countre, he nodded to Feathers and told Ezra "thanks" before making his way to the stairs with his bags. As he reached the stairs, Dude walked into the saloon and Colorado stopped and turned around. Motioning over to the desk, the two men shared a silent conversation.
With his saddlebags slung over his right shoulder and a tired expression on his face, Dude strode up to the desk where Ezra and Feathers still stood. "Need a room."
Again, Ezra noted the badge on the man's shirt. "I assume your compatriot is a young man with a pair of guns and a casual tone...?"
"Yea, that's him."
Reluctantly, Ezra sighed and placed the second key on the countre and eyed Feathers before turning his attention back to Dude. "Enjoy your stay, Mister --?"
"Dude. Just Dude." Greeting the beautiful brunette woman and signing the book, he accepted the key and smiled at the lady before chatting with her for a bit. He eventually made his way up the stairs and into his own room, sighing and looking at the semi-elegant furniture placed smartly around the room, he dropped his saddlebags into a red velvet cushioned chair, by the window and made his way back out and down the steps, only pausing to have a beer before continuing to the bath house.
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Dude eyed the other patrons of the saloon as he sipped his beer, not finding the face of the man in the poster Chance had handed him, he sighed and turned to stare at his slowly emptying glass. His attention was brought to his left as Colorado, now clean from a hot bath, stood beside him and ordered a drink. "Figure we leave after breakfast and make it down to Yuma in a day or so. Keep a sharp look out for the other man and bring him back with us." Dude kept his voice to a low murmur, just loud enough for Colorado to understand him, before draining the last long swallow of beer and setting the glass down on the countre.
Nodding in understanding, Colorado was silent. Reaching for the tall glass of beer just placed in front of him, he glanced over at his partner as Dude paid for his beer and turned to head to the baths. The first sip tasted of Heaven. Cool and wet. He turned around, resting his elbows on the bar and surveyed the room. The town was different from Denver but not so much from Rio Bravo. Gathering his drink and an ashtray, Colorado made his way over to the far corner of the room and sat down at a corner table, with the window to his left and the wall at his back. Rolling a cigarette and only glancing up to catch the eye of the beautiful Mexican waitress coming towards him, he placed one end of the smoke in his mouth and patted the pockets of his brown vest for his matches, finding none.
Inez stopped just before the table and caught Colorado's eye. "Would you like something to eat? Perhaps, a refill?" She had tried not to stare but had been captivated by his boyish face and quiet charm as he smiled shyly up at her. She had been on her feet all day, dealing with rude, drunken customers and one persistent Buck Wilmington so, she found it a nice change that this stranger hadn't come on to her or proved himself to be boorish, in any way.
"Sure. House special, ma'am." Colorado removed the cigarette from his mouth to speak. He smiled up at her as she blushed and walked back to the bar. Panning the room, again, he paused momentarily on each face only to stop on one, a man dressed in all black. Looking the man up and down, his attention was briefly called away as Inez placed the plate of food in front of him and then set down the fresh beer. "Thanks, ma'am." He offered her another shy smile as she turned and started to walk away, stopping her in the turn.
Blushing and smiling back at him, she curtsied. "If you need anything else, my name is Inez Rocios."
"This should be fine, ma'am. Got a match?" Colorado held up the unlit cigarette and blinked at her.
Inez had been too swept up in his smile and deep blue eyes to have heard the majority of his question but nodded and excused herself to grab a small cup of matches sitting on the far corner of the liquor rack, behind the bar. When she returned and handed him the small cup of matches, their hands touched and her breath caught shortly. "You uh, just come into town, yes?" She blinked coyly and sat down across from him, on a chair. She watched as he lit his cigarette and fanned out the match, taking a drag in the process.
"Yes, ma'am. Only staying for the night, though."
Inez shook her head slowly. "That's a shame."
Colorado smiled, again.
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Nathan opened the door to the small room he kept for his practices. Slipping in and quietly closing it behind him, as not to disturb the young lady sleeping in the chair, beside the bed Jesse still occupied, he turned to carefully move to check Jesse's vitals before checking on Lyla.
Reclining in the high-backed rocker, with her head turned to the side and her hands in her lap, Lyla slept.
Making his way over to the small wooden trunk and opened the lid. He pulled out a hand-sewn blanket and walked back over to drape the open blanket over her, tucking it just under her chin. Hearing a low moan, Nathan turned to find where it came from. Kneeling down, between the bed and the chair, he checked Jesse's pulse and felt for fever. "That's a boy. You're coming the right direction now. You're safe now." Reaching for the bowl of water with the clean cloth draped over the side, Nathan dipped in the corner and began patting Jesse's forehead and neck, cooling the sweat that started.
"Lyla...?" Jesse's voice just above a whisper as he hadn't opened his eyes yet.
Nathan continued to rinse the cloth and cool Jesse's forehead as he answered. "She's fine. Restin', now. You'll be just fine, Jesse."
With slitted eyes, Jesse peeked at who was speaking to him. Barely recognising Nathan, he swallowed and nodded shortly. "Water, please." His dry tongue poked out to run along his cracked lips as he heard Nathan move quietly away from him and return a moment later to lift his head and give him a sip of water from a glass. Swallowing several small sips, Jesse sighed and rest his head back on the pillow. "Where am I?" The sweat and water from the cloth had slicked back his hair and gave his skin a soft sheen as he lie in bed, unable to move by himself.
"Yer still in town. Judge Travis gave you a pardon. Just rest, now, Jesse. You'll be fine, in the morning." Nathan placed the half full glass on the table, beside the basin and moved to cover Jesse back up as the covers had been in disarray. Glancing over to make sure they hadn't disturbed Lyla, he quietly slipped back out of the room to give Chris the update on the young man's health.
Hurrying down the stairs and over to the saloon, Nathan spotted Chris and Buck at the bar and made his way through the thick smoke and crowd of regulars to stand at Chris's right. "Jesse's awake but resting. Fever's coming down so, it looks like he might be fully awake tomorrow or the next day. He'll be alright." Nodding to the bartender for a drink, he gave a sigh of relief as Chris listened and nodded at the good news.
Chris finished his shot of whisky and poured himself another. "Good. The judge oughtta be here tomorrow and can give Jesse the news, if he feels up to it. How's Lyla doing?"
"Resting. Finally. I didn't want to wake her when they both needed rest. I reckon they'll be rested by the morning."
Again, Chris nodded and took a drink. "Good. I think we can all get some rest, now." Pushing off from the bar as he swallowed his last mouthful, he told them good night and headed up to his room for the night.

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