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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
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Chapter Nine
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Colorado leaned back against the high back and closed his eyes. The hot water felt wonderful. Just perfect for his aching muscles. He was lucky the hotel had their own private bath as he didn't really want to walk down to the bathhouse. Picking up the soap from the small tray, on the stool, next to the tub, along with the wash cloth and dunked them before he lathered the cloth. Colorado washed himself before using the cloth to wring water over his head and wash his hair with the bar of soap. He massaged his scalp and lathered his hair before, again, wringing his washcloth over his head, letting the soapy luke warm water run down his over him. With one last handful of water, he scrubbed the remaining dust and sweat from his face and stood up to reach for his towel.
As he grabbed the corner of the white towel, there was a small knock on the door before it opened and Inez peered inside. Colorado quickly placed the still folded towel over his manhood before she could see anything. He blushed. He found himself frozen in place as he realised he forgot to lock the door and hang the "Occupied" sign on the knob. He smiled shyly, his blue eyes catching her soft brown ones.
Inez turned away after catching a glimpse of his naked chest and the towel in front of him. "I'm sorry. My mistake." Closing her eyes, she held on to the image of his soapy, wet form as he stood there. Exiting and closing the door, she grabbed the sign from the inside knob and placed it on the outside knob before returning to her room to cool down from the brief but embarrassing encountre. She fanned herself and sat down on the end of her bed, trying to be patient for her turn in the bath.
Colorado dried himself and sat down on the small bench, adjacent to the door, he dressed himself and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it as best he could and then reached for the doorknob. He opened the door and grabbed his hat from the hook on the back of the door before stepping out, into the hallway and making his way to his room. As he rounded the corner, he ran smack into Inez, who had just come out of her room, knocking them both back into Inez's room. "Excuse me, ma'am." Colorado blushed and averted his gaze as he pressed against her, holding her between him and the door. "Are you alright?"
Inez smiled up at him. "Si, I'm alright." She noted his damp hair and clean scent from the bath. He smelled clean. "Are you alright?"
Swallowing nervously, Colorado backed up and stepped out of the room before answering. "Uh, yes, ma'am." He smiled a cool smile as he flashed his blue eyes her way, noting the way she stared at him as if running into an angel.
Buck stepped out of his room and witnessed the exchange. He stood, horrified, as Inez was clearly taken by the young deputy.
Dude made his way up the stairs and carried the ring of keys. "Hey, it's your turn to watch him. I'm sackin' out." He held the ring up for Colorado, breaking up the small interlude between them. As Colorado tipped his hat to Inez and took the keys, brushing past Buck on his way down the stairs, he wished Dude a good night's sleep.
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Jesse helped Lyla down from the buckboard and held onto to her closely, until she was safely down from the wagon, his arm around her back while his other was braced in front of her, giving her something to hold onto as she stepped down. "You're almost there, darlin. The step is just a few inches under your foot." He watched her foot reach for the board of the walkway, next to the General Store. "There you go. Almost there. Yer on the walk, now." With his arms around her, he didn't notice Mary coming up, on the other side of Lyla and waiting until Lyla had gained her footing before she spoke.
"Good morning, Mrs. Travis." Lyla smiled but didn't turn her head in Mary's direction.
Mary smiled back and nodded over to Jesse, who acknowledged her. "Good morning, Lyla, Jesse. How did you know I was here?" Mary had come from the printing room and still wore her black sleeves and black apron to protect her dress from straying ink smudges.
Lyla giggled and explained. "Your lilac perfume has a small scent of ink mixed in." She let go of Jesse once she was safely on the walk and listened to him walk around to the back of the wagon to grab a small crate of broken saddlery tools he needed fixed. She heard the clinking of tools as he walked back up to where she and Mary still stood.
Shifting the crate in his hands, to better hold it, Jesse kissed her cheek. "I'll be right over at the Smith. I've gotta get these tools fixed before tomorrow. Will you be alright, here?"
Nodding and smiling as she felt his kiss on her cheek, Lyla felt confident that she remembered her way around town. "Yes. I want to pick up some linen for the baby."
"Would you mind some company, Lyla? I need to order some ink." Mary offered and caught a glimpse of Jesse's relief as the young mother-to-be accepted the company.
Jesse gave Mary a nod and a glance back at Lyla before making his way over to the Blacksmith with the crate in his arms. He had tried to talk her out of coming and knew she needed her rest but she resisted and told him she needed her exercise as well.
Guiding Lyla down the walk and into the store, Mary struck up a conversation of how Lyla was feeling. "How have you been feeling? Any more pain?" She let Lyla hold onto her right arm as she led her over to where the bundles of soft baby materials were displayed, in the far corner, on a long table of assorted wares. She watched as Lyla gingerly placed her hands on the reams of linens and felt each, individual ream of coloured linen and smiled as she remembered doing the same for Billy, before he was born.
"I'm fine. Really. I just wanted to get out of the house. I love Jesse but he was making me nervous with his hovering, just like Charlie." Lyla bit her lip as she felt each piece of linen. Rubbing a corner of material between her forefinger and thumb, she held it up and asked what colour it was.
Mary smiled and felt acknowledged material. "It's a light green. Is there a particular colour you're interested in?"
Lyla smiled as her fingers absently rubbed at the cloth. "It's soft."
"Yes."
"Jesse likes blue and yellow. Are there either of those here?" Lyla let go of the corner and ran her hand over the rest of the reams, on the table. She stopped at one that felt strange to her; soft but almost furry. Jerking her hand back and rubbing her fingertips together, she was unsure of the texture.
Mary reached across the table and ran her fingers along the material Lyla had pulled away from. "That is red felt." Picking up a corner of the material next to it, she guided Lyla's hand over to it. "This is lace trim with small flowers, in case you have a girl."
Lyla's expression changed from uncertain to strange to interested to hopeful. "Feels nice. But, it will have to wait."
"Of course." Mary glanced over the rest of the assortment before again guiding Lyla's hand over to where she was looking. "This is a nice baby blue."
Lyla gasped as she felt the soft and thick material. "I remember that colour. The colour of the sky. It feels nice and warm and Jesse says winter will be here, shortly. Perhaps, I could have some winter clothes made for the baby. I should need a few yards for that."
Mary nodded and waved Mrs. Potter over to assist them with Lyla's order. Placing another corner of material in front of Lyla, she get the young woman decide for herself. "This is a creme colour that's light enough for sleeping but thick enough to keep them warm in the day. And this... is a pretty yellow cotton." Holding up another piece of material, she gave Lyla a moment to feel for herself which cloth to choose.
Picking the three colours and softest materials, Lyla turned to let Mary know which ones she wanted and ask Mrs. Potter how much for them.
Mrs. Potter stepped forward and took the materials from Lyla to ring them up at the countre. "They will make lovely baby clothes and maybe a new dress, for the missus?" She eyed the young mother as Lyla and Mary made their way over to the register.
Shaking her head and smiling shyly, Lyla placed her hands on the countre and waited. "Just baby clothes, for now."
"Of course." Mrs. Potter smiled and noted the young woman, with her hand on her stomach, rubbing absently at the bump. "I know of a wonderful seamstress, here in town, if you need any help, Lyla." Packaging the cloths in brown paper and string, she took the offered money and carefully counted out the change, in Lyla's hand.
Lyla placed the change in her pocket and reached for the package that Mrs. Potter now handed to her. "Thank you. I would like some help, please. I don't have much to pay her with but, if she is willing to work for food or jam, I would love the help."
Mrs. Potter patted Lyla's hand as she handed the package over to her. "I'm sure she'd enjoy those wonderful apricot jams I'm told you make." She had one friend in mind, for the job, and knew Mrs. Simmons would work for free, if the conditions applied. Mrs. Potter had trusted the woman to make her own children's clothes for years and loved the woman's dedication and artistic design on materials.
"I just made some yesterday. I'll see if Jesse will part with any jars." Lyla's smile faded as she listened to the sound outside. "The stage is coming."
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The coach pulled up to the stop and came to a halt. The door opened and Judge Travis stepped out, brushing the dust off of the sleeves of his jacket. He greeted the two women who came to meet him, embracing Mary and taking Lyla's hand before patting it gently as he said hello.
Colorado stood at the window and watched the exchange. "Looks like the judge is here." Holding the cup of coffee in his hand, he raised it to his lips as Chris came out of the saloon to greet the elder man. He took a sip and then turned to see Vin, standing at the bars, staring at him.
"Been tryin' to tell ya, Eli Joe is dead. Takin' me back to Texas won't solve anything." Vin leaned against the bars, placing his forearms through and resting them there. He found Colorado at least willing to chat with him and was amased that the young man had kept an open mind at the situation; unlike his travel companion, Dude.
Colorado gave a short nod in understanding. "We'll see." He turned back to watch Chris and the judge chat as they walked over to the hotel, to check the judge in to his room, before making his way over to the jail to discuss terms with Colorado and Dude. "You know this man?" He asked as he continued to watch the two men walk to the hotel.
Vin nodded. "Yea, he's pretty fair. Been a judge a lotta years, too."
Colorado hmmed. A flutter of colour caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head to see Lyla walking with Mary, over to Lyla and Jesse's waiting wagon. Turning to set his cup down on the desk, Colorado turned again to open the door and step outside, catching Jesse on the walk back to his wagon. "Mornin', Jess." He smiled at his friend as they greeted one another. "You know this judge?" He asked as he pulled his friend away from the door.
Nodding and glancing over to the wagon, where Lyla and Mary stood chatting, Jesse looked back to the young deputy. "Yea, I know him. Almost sent me to Yuma but Lyla's brother confessed to killin' my pa. Tried to kill her, too, but I took the bullet instead. These seven men saved my life."
"Well," Colorado rubbed the side of his nose, in thought. "Texas is a sovreign state, Jess. This judge may not be enough to fight this, especially since he's a territory judge."
Jesse cupped a hand over his mouth as he thought. Removing it and placing his hands in his pockets, he turned around to see Judge Travis make his way over to them. "He's pretty tough but, he's fair.Not to mention, this town'll back all seven. Even a Texas court could appreciate the turnaround." Jesse cleared his throat as he heard the judge's footsteps, and turned to greet the man. "Mornin, Judge." He smiled and shook the man's hand before stepping aside to introduce his friend, Colorado. "This is one of the deputies from Texas."
Reaching his hand out to greet the judge, he silenced Jesse and introduced himself. "Deputy Colorado, sir."
"Judge Oren Travis." The judge shook the man's hand and eyed him carefully. "I assume your Sheriff Chance will await my verdict, before you and your companion," he paused as he caught sight of Dude hurrying across the street to greet them, "attempt to take Mister Tanner back to Texas?"
Dude came to a stop next to Colorado and eyed the judge and Chris, who stood over the judge's left shoulder. "Your Honour, on behalf of Sheriff John T. Chance, my partner and I ask for a swift outcome to this delay." Dude was clean and dressed in his black pants and fresh blue button up shirt. His hat low over his eyes to keep out the morning sun.
"Yes." Judge Travis turned his attention to the man behind the bars, inside the jail. Without another word, he stepped inside and over to where Vin stood. "Mister Tanner, these men are here to escort you back to Texas for murder. Seeing as how you and the rest of the men have done so much to keep this town safe, I would like to escort you and these deputies back to Texas and settle this matter, once and for all."
Vin sighed. "Thanks, Judge. But, Eli Joe's dead. There's no way to prove that I didn't do the murder he framed me for."
"No, that's true. However, there might be leniency if a judge is there as a character witness thus removing the bounty on your head. It may not be my jurisdiction but I am prepared to offer up any facts stating your contributions to this town." The judge turned to extend a hand to Chris. "I'm sure Chris and the other men will also join."
Chris nodded shortly. "Count on it."
Dude and Colorado shared a glance before looking back at the judge. "We leave in an hour."

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