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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
The next morning, Chris poured a cup of coffee and walked over to the bars, between the two cells and crouched down. "Mornin', Jess. Have a good night?" Holding the cup of coffee through the bars, he waited for the prisoner to wake up and acknowledge the cup. He had half-expected to see a smile plastered on the young prisoner's face but the expression that was on Jesse's face was on that puzzled him. The only smile Jesse wore was a sad one and even then, it didn't last long. He paused. It had been so uncharacteristic of him to be so affectionate to a prisoner, especially one who killed his own kin, but in meeting Lyla, Jesse had earned the kindness by not taking advantage of the younger, more fragile blind woman, when he really could have. Any other young buck would have.
Chris had often wondered what the face of his young son would have expressed, when he was in love. He wondered if Adam would have worn the same exasperated, lovesick expression Buck constantly wore, or if JD's simple and shy smile would adorn Adam's face. Or, would it be the sweet and sad heartbreak that Jesse relayed without saying a word?
Laying on his back with his right arm over his eyes, Jesse stirred from his sleep. Inhaling the scent of fresh, hot coffee, he opened his eyes and sat up. He took a moment for the lethargy to fade before moving around and getting his berrings of where he was. "Spose it was your idea for me an' Lyla--?" Reaching over to accept the cup, he glanced over at the man in black, squinting as the sun was in his eyes.
Chris gave a small smile, remembering how it felt to be young and freshly married to his lovely bride. "More or less."
"Thank you."
Chris shrugged. "Vin's the one for the thankin'."
Nodding, Jesse blew on and then sipped his coffee. "You'll probably have to thank him for me, later." It had been a long while since he had a fresh cup of coffee. His eyes closed as he inhaled the aroma, hoping it would wash away the memory of the dream he'd had the night before. When he opened them again, he was more aware of his surroundings and company. He had only wished that Lyla was by his side, instead of a cold brick wall to one side and bars of the jail, on the other.
"Probably. The judge should be here in a few hours. If you're hungry, we can see about gettin' you some breakfast?" Chris stood from his crouched position and walked out fo the cell beside Jesse's.
"Ain't hungry. How's Lyla?" Jesse stood up and walked over to the door to his cell. He leaned against the bars, draping his arms over the crossbar.
Chris weighed his answer to Jesse. The younger man was obviously more worried about his blind wife than he was for his own safety. "She's fine. The sheriff was havin' breakfast with her, earlier."
"Mister Larabee," waiting for Chris to turn around and look at him, Jesse took a deep breath, "the sheriff may be a good man but, Charlie'll go crazy iffin' he hears about me and her, last night. You ain't gonna tell him, are ya?" He had wanted to be able to trust the man in black.
Chris poured himself a cup of coffee and then turned back to the prisoner. "Ain't no reason to tell him. Is there? Two adults want to get married and start a new life, there's not much Charlie Drake can do about it."
Jesse's tone went flat. "If it don't come out durin' the trial, it might just come out some time after I'm gone. I don't mind Charlie bein' mad at me but, Lyla don't need to hear him all hot-headed and flustered, at her. Maybe after my hangin', it won't matter but, she-- she just don't need it, is all." After being faced with death, the first time, he was forced to take into account not only his own actions but the actions of those around him. Now, he had focused his attention on solely protecting Lyla, as best he could, under the circumstances.
Asking point blank, Chris had an itch that needed answering before the trial. He had wanted to possibly speak up for the young man, after witnessing and listening to the horror stories Jesse had shown and Lyla had spoken of. After having his own demons to face, Chris saw himself, all too often, in the young McCall. The only difference was that he had gotten several more chances to change himself but, Jesse wouldn't be so lucky. That is, if no one had taken the time to get to the bottom of the puzzle Jesse had set up as a defense in a cold world. "What in that town are you scared of, Jesse? You've been beatin' around the bush all this time. Sloan McCall is dead, Jesse, and--" Chris had raised his cup to his lips but spoke before he could drink.
Taking a deep breath, Jesse finished the statement, "and if I go back there, I'll be hung for sure. There ain't no love in that town for me. There never was. Judge Travis can't undo what's been done. Carson ain't gonna let that happen." Jesse raised the cup of coffee, in his hand, to his lips and took a sip.
"Then, I'd say Lyla married a real winner. You've already given up, hung and put yerself in the ground." Chris sipped his coffee and came to stand between the two desks but leaned on the edge of the closest one. He paused when JD opened the door and walked in. "As a matter of fact, I think Lyla's better off without you." Chris ducked but didn't move from the corner he sat on as Jesse had thrown the cup of half full coffee at him, in retort. The cup had hit the wall, somewhere behind him but he hadn't bothered to watch where it landed, or pick it up.
JD started forward to Jesse's cell, a hand on the gun at his right hip. "Hey, that's the last thing you'll upset, boy." He had wanted to move forward even further but Chris's hand on his left arm stopped him. Glancing back at Chris, JD glared over at Jesse and was not surprised to find the young man behind the bars doing the same to him. The staring contest continued until Chris mentioned JD's name and asked why he had come in. "Oh, uh, Mrs. Travis said that the judge should be here before noon and that she got another wire from the judge in Echo. It seems he won't let Judge Travis take over the case unless there's proof his findings aren't sound. And even then, he says he wants to see the proof for himself." Breaking the icy glare to the prisoner, JD turned to look back at Chris before speaking.
"He's an old man that gets a little scattered in the head, more times than not. He oughtta been retired, long ago. Even before my trial. He's about as hard-headed as they come and don't care about justice, just about the wrong person doing wrong to a 'right' person. More importantly, a child shouldn't kill his father, no matter what the story." Jesse spoke up, still standing at the bars. Letting his arms balance him, he leaned against the bars, his head tilted to one side, his face expressionless.
JD turned back to Jesse and sneered. "At least he had the sense enough to give you your dues, first."
"JD." Chris waited until the younger man looked back at him before shaking his head. "Is that why he didn't ask you your side, Jesse?" Chris's question was genuine yet, he wanted to see if Jesse had been prejudice to the elder judge.
Jesse pushed off of the bars and went back to sit on his cot. "He and Papa were good friends. He was old when I met him, after Beth died. Papa said he was too old for the war but, um, he was old enough to remember that mess in '36. First time we shook hands, he told me I was nothin' but trouble and someday, he'd see me stand before him, if I didn't start earnin' my keep." Jesse bowed his head. His mother had taught him to be respectful of his elders and his father, before deciding the drink was a better teacher, had taught him the difference of right and wrong. Jesse had tried to live up to what his mother and father had taught him but found it was harder to do as his father's temper from the drink, set in.
Chris stared at Jesse, in his cell. Every so often, his head would tilt and he would shift, searching the young man for worth. "Would you be willin' to provide proof and tell the court just how your pa treated you, if Judge Carson came to the trial?" He was taking a big leap of faith that Jesse would say yes with no questions asked, or shyness to show the proof on his back.
"Two judges to tell him he's guilty of murder?" JD's jaw dropped at Chris's suggestion.
Jesse scoffed at JD's response. "Hope you ain't on the jury. You already have me pegged as guilty." Narrowing his eyes at the dark-haired and eager upstart of the seven, Jesse was beginning to enjoy the playful rivalry, even if JD didn't think it was too playful, or friendly. He smiled as JD's mixed emotions and flurry of expressions as he thought of something to say in return.
JD smirked. "Maybe if yer pa hadda taught you some manners, we wouldn't be havin' this discussion." He seemed pleased with himself as Jesse's smile faded and averted his eyes from the two men.
Chris gave a scolding look to JD but said nothing. Finishing his coffee, he stood up and walked to the door, opening it to go back to the Telegraph station and wire Judge Carson to come. As he took his first step out of the jail, Jesse called to him, causing him to stop and turn around.
"Mister Larabee! Could I send a wire out to my Ma? Or, a letter, maybe?" Jesse stood up and rushed back to the bars, anxious to catch Chris before he was left alone with JD. A nervous hand raked through shaggy blond hair. A million thoughts came to his head of what he should say to the new judge, as well as the old one, yet he could only think of wiring his mother to tell her that she would lose both of her children.
Chris said nothing but nodded his answer and attempted to leave the jail, once again.
~~~~~
With help from Charlie, Lyla walked from the hotel room she was in, to the church, where Josiah had been replacing a loose board on floor. "I will be fine, Charlie. I wish to be alone, for awhile." Ezra had been kind enough to help Mary pick out a few new dresses for her, from the General Store. Eventhough, she couldn't see colours or what they looked like, she felt the material and pictured it in her mind. Trying her hardest to remember the named colours she had been told of, Lyla wondered if she really looked silly or mismatched in their choices. But, two separate compliments of "You look lovely, miss," reassured her. Her brown hair had once again been pulled back but Mary had been kind enough to braid it for her and clasp it together with a flowery clip she had given to Lyla.
Lyla was helped to a pew and sat down, facing the pulpit. She waited for Charlie's retreating footsteps and the door closing before taking a deep breath and clasping her hands together in silent prayer. She could hear Josiah working the new board into place, not too far from where she sat. "Mister... Sanchez? Do you think, if I prayed, it would help Jesse's chances?"
Stopping in his movements with the flooring, Josiah reclined on his haunches and glanced up at her, sitting there. Her profile had been outlined by the morning sunlight coming in through the stained glass. "Well, I think a time comes in every man's life when a little prayer is good for the soul."
"Even a condemned one?"
"Well," Josiah laid down the hammer he had picked up and moved to sit in the pew, in front of her, "the sins against this young man's life shouldn't have defined his spirit. Yet, I believe he has a good heart and spirit, to care for a lovely young woman, such as yourself." The words alone had touched his company and he watched as she smiled and wiped a tear from her eye.
Lyla bowed her head and wiped more tears away as they fell. "Jesse mentioned the judge is the same one who married us. We just want to be left alone. He is a good man, Mister Sanchez. His father was mean and berated Jesse, every chance he had. But, Jesse never once spoke unkindly to me or anyone else. Mister Larabee and you all have been very nice to me but, I wonder. What do you think of Jesse? Does he stand a chance with this judge?"
Josiah leaned against the back of the pew he sat on and sighed in thought. "I reckon if Jesse's truthful and sincere, well, I reckon he might have a positive outcome."
Lyla was quiet for a long time. In her thoughts, she prayed for Jesse's trial to be smooth and have a good outcome. She had tried not to doubt herself but eventually lost her confidence to the sound of people outside, laughing and carrying on about a completely different subject. "What if it's not positive?" For a second, her expression changed to panic. "I don't want to live without my husband, Mister Sanchez." Her heart fluttered as she could hear Charlie's footsteps on the stairs, outside.
Josiah smiled. "Mrs. McCall, don't you worry. With an Angel, like you on his side, that young man'll have a whole line of prayers on standin' up there with him." He looked up from watching her hands fidget, in her lap, and saw Sheriff Drake walk through the double doors and announce that the stage carrying the judge had arrived. Nodding, Josiah took his leave of the pew he sat in and stepped outside, to give brother and sister some privacy.
Lyla's breath caught but she didn't move from her seat. "Would you come for me when the trial begins, Charlie? I want to sit here awhile." Bowing her head, once again, and wiping tears away as they rolled down her ashen cheeks, Lyla listened to her brother's sputters. She held her breath and closed her eyes as he came forward and knelt down beside her to speak to her. She cleared her throat and forced herself to breathe with controlled calmness.
"A trial ain't no place for a lady to be, if she doesn't need to be there. A bastard like Jesse's just gonna hurt anyone and everyone he can, 'fore the judge hands down his sentence." Sincerity in his voice as Charlie stared up at his little sister's tear-stained face. He wondered why she had been crying and what she and Josiah had been talking about. Charlie, for the most part, had been kept out of certain conversations out of fear of recourse to Jesse. He had taken his job seriously and had wanted nothing but the best for his sister, even though she revolted against him and fell in with Jesse.
"I wish to be there and support my-- friend. Regardless of what he's done in Echo, Charlie, Jesse deserves a fair trial. Besides, I was there when he saved me from those men. I think I deserve to have my side of the story told, as well." Lyla sat straight and smiled a little, hopeful of the pending trial, with the inspiration Josiah had given her.
Charlie's brow furrowed. "Your side? Lyla, I'm only thinkin' of your well-bein'. You don't need that jury laughin' at you."
"Why would they laugh at me, Charlie? Are you ashamed of me?" She wanted to look at him but only turned her head in his direction. Held back by her affliction, she would have given anything to see his expression and what he wasn't telling her about the trial, or Jesse, for that matter.
Charlie was silent and only stared at his sister with curiosity. He hadn't wanted Lyla to be there, at the trial, as to spare her the added stress she hadn't needed. She was a naive young woman but could also be strong, within her own parameters but this was a stress she hadn't needed. "Lyla, listen to me. Alot's happened since he took you from home. He's probably done who knows what to ya. He's been turnin' you against family, ever since he laid eyes on ya. He's been puttin' too much pressure on you and right now, you don't need it. I'm lettin' you tell your side but then I'm sendin' you out on the stage." He reached a hand up to cup her cheek but pulled back when she flinched away.
"No. I will stay, here, Charlie. You've been telling me, he's nothing but a cold-blooded killer. He isn't, Charlie. You don't know him, like I do." Lyla's anger was beginning to mount.
Growling under his breath, Charlie stood up and stared down at his sister, who hadn't moved from her seat. "You're goin' home, after you say your piece. That's final. You will listen to me, Lyla. I'm your brother, not Jesse. I know what's best for you. Not Jesse!"
"He's my husband, Charlie!" It had taken a full minute of utter silence, in the church, before either of them realised what she had said. By then, she had called after him, turning to find his footsteps as he stormed out of the church and ran into Josiah, on the steps. "Charlie?!" With her hands out in front of her, Lyla slowly made her way over to where she thought the door had been but tripped and was sent sprawling to the floor, over a misplaced chair Josiah had moved out of the way but somehow found it's way into her path.
~~~~~
Judge Oren Travis stepped into the jail office and sighed, exhaustedly. "Well, JD, has everything been prepared?" Brushing the dust off of his coatsleeves, he glanced over to the cell where his main trial prisoner sat.
JD stood up from sitting in his chair and reading the morning edition and nervously nodded. "Oh, yes sir. The prisoner's been waitin' for you." Waving a nonchalant hand over to Jesse, he kept his eyes on the elder Travis and declined the glare he got from Jesse, upon receipt of his comment.
"Mister McCall, I take no pleasure in meeting you again, in settings like this. Had I have known about your previous background, I might have declined your marriage request to the young lady. Let's have no more surprises, shall we?" With his docket still in his hands, Judge Travis turned back to JD and finished his briefing. "JD, I'll be visiting with Chris and Mary and getting brought up to speed on the other matters. After that, I will be resting at the hotel. If I'm needed then, please send for me." He nodded to the young lawman and stepped over to the door, exiting the building and walking down the boardwalk to Mary's office.
Jesse felt his hope drop.
Standing with his hands on his hips, JD took a moment to look over at Jesse, who had turned away from him. Deciding on not to add to the insult, he sat back down and went back to his paper. He looked up again to see the door open, again, but this time the anxious and hot-tempered sheriff entered.
"I wanna see my prisoner!" Charlie announced. His eyes never broke from the frightless expression on Jesse's face. When JD stood up to advise against the statement, he was hushed as Charlie aimed his revolver at the young lawman.
Jesse's mouth opened and his eyes widened but quickly replaced his composure as he watched the scene play out. Swallowing the lump in his throat and holding back his panic, his eyes followed as Charlie grabbed the keys to the cell, from the hook, and came closer to unlock the door and step inside. Steeling himself and standing up, his expression went calm, as it had before. Jesse nonchalantly and absently put himself between Charlie and JD, just in case the sheriff became violent. "You don't wanna do this, Sheriff. I'm already gonna stand trial, you don't need ta be next." He had taken a step backwards, looked back to JD long enough to slightly shake his head in warning and nonchalantly, waved a hand for JD to go get help. Holding his hands up, in front of him, Jesse looked about the small cell, for possible ways of protection without getting himself or the sheriff hurt.
Snarling loudly, Charlie stepped forward and shoved his prisoner into the cell bars, behind him. "You forced my sister inta marryin' you? Did you touch her, too? Huh?" Slamming the young man into the wall again, Charlie heard JD step up and draw his gun. Aiming his revolver back at the dark haired lawman, he hissed a warning, "you don't want none of this, boy. Stay out of it. This is between me and my prisoner." He watched and waited for JD to back off before turning his attention back to the outlaw, now sitting dazed on the floor of the cell.
Jesse regained enough of his wits to wait for Charlie to be directly over him before shoving himself to his feet and pushing the sheriff back, onto the cot. Getting out several right hooks to the jaw before the sheriff crossed, aiming his own fist at the younger man's jaw and taking a swing, knocking Jesse off of him and back down to the floor.
"Did you touch my sister, you little shit? I see you still ain't learned yer manners, boy! Well, I'll be happy to teach 'em to ya!" Grabbing Jesse by the arm and raising his own, with the gun in hand, Charlie brought the grip of the revolver down, slapping Jesse across the face with it. By the third time he raised his hand to bring the handle down again, he had been grabbed at the wrist by Buck and separated from Jesse by Vin, fashioning his own sawed-off Winchester on the enraged sheriff.
Buck had whirled Charlie around and shoved him out of Jesse's cell and into the one next to it, locking the door behind him. "Cool off, now." Turning back to find Jesse, still sitting on the floor, with Vin and, now, Nathan looming over him, he walked back into the cell and knelt down, in between the two men. "You alright, son?" It had taken both he and Vin to remove Charlie from the younger man and once they had, Buck had finally saw what Chris and Vin had been suspicious of, from the start.
Jesse flinched up at Buck and turned away, mumbling a "fine, papa" under his breath. Reminding himself of what he had said and who he had said it to, Jesse nodded as Buck glanced over at him with a confused look on his face.
Within minutes, they were joined by Chris, Mary and Judge Travis. JD had apprised them of the situation and had even come to Jesse's defense, stating the prisoner hadn't antagonised anything but instead kept the focus of the sheriff's rage, on him.
"You alright, Jesse?" Chris called from across the room. His focus remained on the jailed sheriff, pacing angrilly in the cell Buck placed him in to cool off. Glancing over at the young man, he caught glimpses of what had been done.
"Fine. Don't worry. I'll live to be hung." Jesse's off-handed comment had caught Buck's attention, causing the gunfighter to furrow his brow at the young man, on the floor.
Chris walked over to the cell door that kept the sheriff at bay and glared at him. "What was that for?"
Charlie snarled and glared right back at Chris. "The little bastard needed to be taught some more manners. His pa never taught him to keep his hands to himself. So, I taught him, proper-like." An evil smile adorned the sheriff's face, as he leaned against the far wall.
Judge Travis stepped forward and assessed the setting. "Your trial isn't set until tomorrow, young man. Would you like to press charges against Sheriff Drake?" The judge's eyes steeled against the Sheriff, fuming in the other cell. It was too early in the day to settle petty arguments, especially from a lawman who was to know better than the prisoner. Yet, he waited for Jesse to give his answer before carrying on with his schedule of events.
Jesse looked from the judge to Charlie. A shiver raced through him as he recalled the last time he dared to speak against the other man. "No sir." Turning his head away, Jesse inhaled and exhaled calmly. His pride had been hurt and he had been a little afraid to have as many people as such looming over him, namely, Buck. He stared at the edge of his own cot and tried to focus but the pounding in his head, from getting hit twice, made his vision swim and his stomach turn.
Mary had run to Nathan's office to bring a cloth and anticeptic to clean the wound on Jesse's temple, which had started to bleed and run down his left temple and jawline. When she returned, she poured some water into the basin and carried them both over to Nathan, getting a full view of the punishment Charlie had given Jesse moments before. "Will he be alright, Nathan?" She asked quietly. Her eyes soaked in all of the redness and bruising Nathan had paid close attention to. She felt sorry for him but wondered what Jesse had done to anger the Sheriff to incur that much rage.
Nathan paused at what he was doing and rinsed off his cloth that he used. "Yea, he'll be alright. Just knocked silly, though." Nathan checked the dilation of Jesse's eyes and gave him a few simple tests before determining his conclusion. "I don't recommend movin' too fast, for awhile."
Jesse nodded.
"I tried to stop him, Chris, but he aimed that revolver at me and was on Jesse before I could stop him. When Jesse backed away from him, I thought I had time but, I ran out to find Buck and Vin." JD offered his piece of what happened, before Chris could ask.
Vin, who had remained silent in the setting, after taking away the sheriff's gun as Buck physically escorted him out of one cell and into the other, shifted. "Seems to me, a couple more hits of the sheriff's gun and Jesse would've had his lights out, permanently."
"The brat shoulda had his lights out, years ago." Charlie laughed.
Choking on the statement the others heard, Jesse offered no response. He felt ashamed that his actions had gathered so much attention. Worse yet, his actions and very breath hindered the well-being of his lovely and innocent bride. Something he had never wanted to happen.
Oren Travis listened to Charlie's statment but watched Jesse's reaction and lack of response. Remaining unbiased, he took a deep breath and removed himself from the situation. "Mister McCall's trial will be tomorrow morning, when I have had contact with Judge Carson. Until then, Sheriff Drake, you are not to be with or around Mister McCall, or Lyla McCall, without proper escort from Chris Larabee or Buck Wilmington. Is that clear?" He hadn't expected an answer from the still fuming sheriff but accepted the brief nod, in it's place, before leaving. "Should another harmful incident arise, before such time of the trial, I'll be resting in my room, at the hotel." Turning but stopping as he caught sight of JD, standing next to Vin, he added, "JD, you did the right thing, in seeking assistance. Both of you could have been seriously injured, if Mister Wilmington and Mister Tanner hadn't have stepped in."
JD nodded to the judge but glanced back at Jesse as the young man had looked up to stare at him while Nathan cleaned his wound.
"I'll take over, JD." Vin shifted again, looking at the bloodied handle of the sheriff's gun, in his right hand. "He gonna be alright, Nathan?" Eyes still focused on the gun in his hand.
Managing to clean the wound, in between Jesse flinching away, Nathan glanced back at Vin and nodded. "Yea, he'll be alright. A little wobbly for awhile, but fine." Nathan looked back at Jesse and leaned in close to whisper, "you in your head, boy?" When Jesse nodded, nonchalantly, he sat back and watched Jesse's eyes for any signs of impairment from the beating. Going back to cleaning the wound at Jesse's left temple, stopping himself from constantly apologising everytime the prisoner jumped from pain.
Before the Judge left the room, he turned to look back at the jailed sheriff and then over to Chris. "See that he calms down, before he is released. Exclude the revolver."
Chris nodded in agreement.

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JD stood at the bar and tossed back his third shot of whisky. Slamming the small glass down on the bar, he poured himself another and talked himself down from replaying over and over the scene that hadn't gotten any worse than it already had. He had been scared and terrified but hadn't fully understood what could have happened, if Jesse hadn't have shooed him away. With another slam of his whisky, JD took a deep breath and moved away from the bar. Walking outside, he headed back to his room, at the hotel but paused as he heard a familiar voice running to catch up to him.
"Hey, JD! Where ya been? Thought you were at the jail but, Mister Tanner said he took over for ya." Casey Wells bounded up beside him, a big smile plastered on her face. Her smile faded as she saw the frozen determination in his expression. "JD? Are you alright? JD?" Her hair had been pulled back into low pigtails and her clothes had been her favourite pair of overalls and loose, yellow with black flowers shirt.
JD stopped and grabbed her arm, retracting immediately when he realised what he had done. "Casey, just go home, now. Leave me alone." Continuing on his way over to the hotel, he grumbled, under his breath, as she continued to follow him.
Casey had followed him into the lobby of the hotel, where JD stopped, turned around and held up his hand in notification not to follow anymore. "Worried about ya, JD. What's going on?" Her expression was more hurt than worry but, she had come to fall in love with the young upstart of the seven men.
"It's just... nevermind! Go home!" JD turned again and quickly ran up the stairs with Casey following closely behind him. He grew annoyed as he heard and felt her presence behind him, even as he made it to his room door. Unlocking and opening the door, he turned once again but this time, wasn't allowed to turn her away.
Getting up the courage, Casey shoved JD inside his room and kicked the door closed behind them. "What the heck is goin on, JD?" She had been a tomboy since before she arrived in town. Yet, something in her sparked when she saw the handsome JD Dunne. "Ever since you got back from Willow Ridge, you've been just so distant! Clearly, somethin' is wrong, JD. What is it?" Pushing him to sit down on the bed, she stood in front of him and crossed her arms.
"Casey, I really ain't in the mood, right now." JD huffed, annoyedly but didn't make eye contact. They had a little over a week before they exchanged vows but both were feeling the strain of the wait.
"When JD?" Casey's tone matched his annoyance and she shifted from foot to foot. "Who was that girl you were with last night?" Jealousy had struck a chord and burned her deeply when she noticed JD on one side of Lyla and Vin on the other.
Standing up and forcing Casey to step back, JD removed his jacket, in attempt to change the subject or at least the climate in the room. "It wasn't like that. She belongs to--"
Casey pouted and folded her arms in front of her. "Who? Huh? Your tracker friend?" She had admitted to herself that Vin was very attractive and was positive he had women in several towns he's been to. She had never known to have seen what sort of woman Vin desired, though. "Or, maybe Mister Wilmington?"
JD was becoming more and more anxious to be left alone. It took a full minute for his ears to register what she was talking about. He sighed, annoyed at who she named off. "No! Look, she's married! Alright!? She's married to the prisoner we brought back. We were givin' them--" he lowered his voice so that only Casey could hear the rest of the statement, "some courtin' time."
"Courtin' time? You mean like makin'--" Casey was hushed by his hand over her mouth.
JD nodded. "Yea, like makin' love. Chris and Vin caught them while they were doin'-- Why am I tellin' you?! Go home, Casey!" He removed his hand and turned away from her. When he turned back, he hadn't been surprised that she had stayed where she was and was still staring at him.
Casey smiled. "I heard he was pretty damn fast. And handsome. Can I see him?" She knew she was getting under his skin and was readily waiting for his outburst. She loved it when he got angry. The way his mouth would press in a tight line, as if holding back a string of curse words. The way his brown eyes would narrow at mention of certain names and things. His mannerisms and emotions set her blood on fire.
"What? No! And, he ain't that fast!"
Smiling and then laughing, Casey couldn't help herself. "You're jealous. Ain'tcha?"
JD fumed. "How can I--? I ain't jealous. He's a two-bit outlaw that's gonna hang, tomorrow!" As soon as he said it, JD was overcome with grief as his mind replayed how Jesse stepped between he and the sheriff's gun. JD's pride had taken a direct hit as the younger gunfighter shooed him away like a child from a saloon show. However, he had been thankful that he was shooed away instead of getting into something he might not have been able to handle by himself. Jesse might have been able to take the sheriff out and then aim for JD, on his way out of the jail. He had learned his lesson twice before about handling things by himself.
"If he's gonna hang, why'd you let him see his wife?" Casey watched as JD sputtered in his answer. Growing more and more impatient, she shook her head and stepped closer. "JD, shut up." Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned up, into a kiss that had taken a long moment for him to understand and reciprocate back.
His hands moved up her arms and he moaned, slightly, as her tongue pried open his mouth and searched inside for his own tongue. "Casey--"
"Shh. The problem is, you're gettin' too tense over that outlaw that you ain't seein' the bigger picture." Casey smirked and stepped back, undoing the bib portion of her overalls and letting it fall away from the front of her shirt. Her hands moved to her shirt and started to button it. She bit her bottom lip and eyed him coyly.
JD's eyes had been glued to her hands as she unbuttoned her shirt. At her last button, JD swallowed, dryly. His eyes wandered upward and met with hers. A smile slowly spread on his face and he was pushed backwards to sit down on the bed. As Casey sat down on his lap, they kissed again before his mouth moved down her neck and chest to settle on a pert, pink nipple. Sucking on it and letting it roll around on his tongue, between his teeth, JD's arms wrapped around her waist. Every moan and gasp from her sent him into chasms of pleasure, wanting and needing more. Standing up, still holding her close and kissing her collarbone, JD turned them so that she was now lying on the bed and he loomed over her.
Casey giggled and fisted her fingers in his hair. She gasped and panted as she felt his hands unbuttoning and slipping off her overalls at the waist. She lie there, vulnerable and smiling. She had been trying her best for more than a year now, to get JD to ask for her hand. A month earlier, her wish came true. Her aunt, Netty, had told her not to rush into anything but the 19-year-old wasn't willing to wait too much longer. Gasping as he made his way down, kissing spots on her neck, collarbone and stomach, his hands sliding her overalls further down until he could shove them off of her ankles.
Sitting back and admiring his bride to be, JD began to unbutton his shirt and peel it off of him before moving to his pants. He had been waiting for their wedding day but with the mounting pressures from Sheriff Drake, JD needed some release. His eyes never left Casey's. As his movements hastened, he began to pant and inadvertantly lower himself back down to where she was, on the bed and kiss her. Adjusting his position, he laid himself down, next to her, continuing his kissing along her throat and collarbone, feeling her hands in his hair.
Casey laughed as he tickled her left breast with his tongue.
Shifting his position, JD rolled himself ontop of her and smiled as she gasped as he entered her and slowly slid all the way in. A slow rhythm started as JD resumed his kissing. Both had started to moan and giggle as the pace increased, but slightly. The next push in and JD closed his eyes to listen to her moan and gasp. He could feel her hands clawing at his back and after a few more thrusts, he could have sworn she drew blood. Cringing in pain from the feel of her sharp nails, he felt himself come just a little. His breath caught.
Casey gasped loudly. "JD!" Her breathy voice in his ear gave them both a jolt; him hearing her say his name and her being completely turned on by his unabashed lovemaking. She giggled as another low moan escaped her. Her cheeks felt hot as she blushed; his pace quickened and she could tell he wasn't the only one holding back from release. Shifting her left leg and allowing him better access also gave her the courage to kiss his shoulders and neck before connecting their mouths, again, tangling their tongues together.
JD could feel himself straining, pressure building as two more thrusts completed his movements. His face flushed as he came into her. A small shiver ran through him followed by a gulp of air and a spasm as he felt her come, as well. "Casey," he panted "I love you." A fine layer of sweat covered their bodies, glistening as their eyes met. One last kiss as he lowered himself down to her, separating them and resting next to her, on the bed.
Casey shifted again, moving so that he could lie flat for her to rest her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow from a rapid pace to normal. "Wow." She panted but tried to control her breathing. Closing her eyes, she rest there, hoping he wouldn't make an excuse and spoil the moment by leaving. She felt his arms around her and heard his soft breathing, indicating that he was now sleeping. She snuggled closer to him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his chest before drifting off to sleep.

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