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Magnificent... 8?	By : SisterWine Category: M through R > Magnificent Seven Views: 1620 -:- 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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- 2
Disclaimer: The Magnificent Seven is owned by MGM Home Entertainment, distributed by Fox and a product of the Mirisch Corporation. I make no claim to them or the name, Magnificent Seven. This is strictly for entertainment and fictional reading. Sheriff Charlie Drake, Jesse McCall/Matthew Burdett and Lyla Drake are the sole property of myself. I do NOT buy, sell, trade or plagerise my fiction to or for anyone. sisterwine75@hotmail.com. I've made no profit for this story except for the satisfaction of writing it. No harm intended to the series or companies.

Echo, Utah Territory
Two figures made their way down the dark trail of her brother's ranch. They headed towards the stable, where his horse, Delby, waited with a small wagon and spare saddle strapped to her. Cautiously, they stepped over branches and weeds and wildflowers. A breeze blew up dust and ruffled the skirt of her dress while he held her hand and lead the way. Carefully and easily, he guided her down the trail.
"I'm going to fall, Jesse." Her head bent and free hand outstretched as if grasping for an invisible rail, forsaking the gentle hand that held her other. Long brown hair whipped in the wind, around her face, startling her even more. "Jesse," she whispered shakily. Her blue skirt snagged shortly on a stray twig and she stopped to yank it out of its grasp.
The young man paused and turned back to look at her. "I've got you. You won't fall. Stay with me, Lyla. We're almost there." Stripping himself of his tan duster, he placed it around her shoulders and calmly guided her the remaining few yards to the stables. Shaggy blond hair blew into his eyes but never let him lose his way in the darkness. They had almost reached the building when he stopped her from moving. A lantern had been lit and waited for them, hanging on a nail by the door. A tall man stood just outside of the glow, shotgun poised to apprehend his prisoners. Staring down the long double barrells of the Sheriff's Henry, Jesse stepped in front of Lyla and did his best to hide her from the pursuer. The hammer cocked and Jesse swallowed nervously. "You don't wanna do this, Sheriff. Just let us go." Jesse reached a shaky hand in the direction of his colt, that rested on his right hip.
"Don't tell me what to do, boy. You lay that six-shooter on the ground and back away from her." Holding the rifle to eye level and aiming it between Jesse's big blue eyes. Sheriff Charles Drake cocked his head and looked around the younger man standing between he and his younger sister. "Lyla, you alright?"
Lyla heard the familiar voice and placed her hands on Jesse's shoulders. "Charlie?" Cursing the darkness in her eyes, Lyla struggled to move around her older lover but Jesse was not letting it happen. "Charlie, go away. I'm a grown woman, now. I want to leave with him. I love him, Charlie." She had been healthy for only a few years, her blindness being the only residual effect she had of her bout with meningitis.
The sheriff didn't move to release them from his aim. He sneered at the handsome young man that stood in his path. He knew what and whom the boy was and was not about to let his only little sister be taken advantage of by such an outlaw. "Lyla, he's no good for you. He'll take you for a simp, use your blindness against ya."
"No!" Jesse declared. "Lyla, I love you. You know that. I want us to spend our lives together, have babies and grow old; just you and me." His arms reached back and guided her to one side, eyes never leaving the Henry's barrells. Stepping slowly around, with the Sheriff meeting each move, he whistled sharply for Delby to head toward them.
Charlie cocked the rifle to drive his point of resistance. "I ain't lettin' you take my sister, boy. Lyla, let's go back up to the house, now. We'll talk about this."
The horse whinnied behind him, throwing Charlie off-balance, giving Jesse the chance to order Lyla to make her way to the wagon and crawl in just before he seized the opportunity to lunge and wrestle the shotgun away from the sheriff. The two men rolled around on the ground, throwing punch after punch, each taking a hard beating but ultimately having Jesse the victor. Rolling ontop of Charlie and punching him in the jaw, knocking the older man to a daze. Quickly, he made it to his feet and turned to see Lyla struggling to climb up, into the wagon. Jesse came up behind her and called to her, letting her know it was him, before helping her up into the wagon. "YAH!" Jesse held onto Lyla as the wagon jerked and Delby started a gallop.
Charlie lay there in the dirt and lantern light. His head spun from the blows. Upon hearing Jesse yell and the wagon roar to life, he rolled and shoved himself to his feet, grabbing for the shotgun that Jesse had knocked out of his grasp. Firing a shot in the air as a warning, he panted and wiped at the trickle of blood coming from his lower lip, knowing he was powerless to stop a running wagon by foot, alone. "LYLA!" Panting, Charlie brushed himself off and stumbled into the stable, heading for his saddle and bridle.
Delby roared into the darkness, wagon rumbling behind it. Jesse and Lyla stayed low after hearing the shot. Jesse huddled her close and reached for the reins that had been tied to the seat of the wagon and steered the horse towards the border.
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Northern Arizona Territory
Chris leaned back in his chair, legs outstretched in front of him and resting on the right bootheel, crossed at the ankles and his back to the bar. Vin sat to his right with Buck sitting on the empty bar, behind both of them. A long night of drinking, gambling and carousing had given them equal reason to appreciate their cups of hot coffee. The morning had turned out to be a bit overcast but sunny and pleasant. The three of them sat in a dark corner, relieving their headaches before another round of festivities began.
It had been early in the morning, early enough before the breakfast crowd wandered in, that the few saviours of the town could have a moment's peace while Inez opened for business, officially. Within minutes, they had been joined by the Preacher, Josiah, and town makeshift doctor, Nathan.
As the morning wore on and folk filtered in, the level of noise had greatly increased, forcing Buck to wince at certain sounds and join Chris and Vin in a chair, at the table.
"Partied too hard, last night, Buck?" Chris spoke softly but loud enough for his friend to hear and grimace at the suggestion. Chris smiled and laughed at the small joke before having his attention called to the man standing in the doorway with JD. Sizing the stranger up and noticing the silver star on the man's left lapel, Chris nodded over to the youngest member of the group. "New sheriff, JD?" His question budded concern from the other men at the table as JD joined them.
The young man took a deep breath and let it out slowly, keeping his voice low, he leaned in and had been ready to share the details when the sheriff spoke up to all in the room.
"I need some good men for a posse."
JD turned back for glancing over his shoulder and reiterated for group. "He's Sheriff Charles Drake from Echo, huntin' an outlaw who kidnapped his sister, Lyla. He was tellin' me on the way over here. This kid, Jesse McCall, is said to be faster than you, Chris."
The man in black smirked. "Is that so? Where's the kid headed? Does he know?" Chris Larabee had fancied himself as many things but overconfident was not one of them. The story had caught his attention, not from the kid who was said to be faster than the great Chris Larabee but, the story about an outlaw that kidnapped a man's sister and was now on the run from the law. His attention was soon driven from JD to the visitor that strode to the table, boots thumping purposefully on the wooden flooring.
Charlie stared down at the six men, eyes slowly moving over each of them. "This young man tells me you, men, are willing to track down this outlaw. Jesse is a crafty devil so, I need men who know this land better than he does." His clothes had been dusty from the four-day trek across the state. He hadn't had a bath or shave since he left his town and started chasing the kidnapper who would soon be his prisoner.
"If that's what you need. What makes you think they're headed here?" Chris looked up from his sip of coffee to see the man looming over him. His gunbelt twitched as if it itched to hunt down the kidnapper and make sure the girl was safe. The fog of the night before had finally cleared from his mind and allowed him to map out possible stops in neighbouring towns along the way from Echo to their small, peaceful town.
Sighing and forcing the impatience out of his mind, Charlie thought for a minute. "Jesse has family in Nebraska. Or, they might be headed to Texas or Mexico."
Vin listened and also went through the topography of the territory, in his head, as the sheriff and Chris talked. He knew the terrain in Mexico alot better than he did Nebraska. Texas, on the other hand, was a different story. That state had been something he feared, dread and dreamed of redemption from, all within the same breath.
Charlie narrowed his eyes at Chris. "She's my only sister. I've been takin' care of her since our Ma died of Consumption. I intend on bringin' her home, with out or without help." Anger raged inside of the sheriff's veins but he didn't dare show it. He had been around Vin's age but not as worldly as the tracker. Well-kept brown hair and a goatee along with a firm, square jaw made him look older than he actually was. He smelled of sweat from hard riding and tobacco from nights of chain smoking in worry about his younger sister. He had been tall, as tall as Chris but more muscular yet, his clothes hid his physique.
Buck took once last swallow of his coffee and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "How old is this sister of yers?" He had asked, not just for personal curiosity but for assignment purposes. He had genuinely been worried for any girl that had been kidnapped from home yet, something nagged at Buck to find out more of what the sheriff was talking about.
The sheriff looked from Chris to Buck. His tone hadn't changed but he found the strength to answer the man's question without choking someone. "Eighteen."
Chris glanced from Charlie to his cup of coffee and raised it to his lips. "Maybe she's growin' into herself? Eighteen is still young enough to ride a wild hair." Looking back up, he caught the very same stone-faced look he wore after his wife and child perished, four years prior.
"She came out this way a few months back. I'm leavin' in 40 minutes. You comin' or are you gonna sit here, baskin' in yer licqour?" Charlie had grown impatient with the questions and lack of concern for the situation. Straightening, he took one last look at the three at the table and stormed out of the Saloon.
Josiah leaned against the back of his chair that he had been sitting in sideways, his right arm propped against the back. "The territory is a strange and scary place for a young lady."
JD became more anxious than before. "That ain't the half of it."
"What do you mean, JD?" Chris watched the door for the sheriff to come back but never did.
"That's what I was tryin' to tell ya. She's blind. Jesse stole her away in the middle of the night, shoved her into a wagon after he shot at the sheriff."
Chris unfolded himself and stood up, not waiting for the others to follow behind him, even though they did so without a beat skipped. He hadn't spoken a word since JD finished his thought. The knowledge of a young woman kidnapped by a renegade was one thing but coupled with the fact that she was blind made it all the more harder to swallow. Chris had been watching the sheriff's reaction and mannerisms since the man stepped into the saloon, sizing him up and trying to see the man's credibility. They had all been dismissed by an outdated sheriff and he wasn't about to put his friends in jeopardy like that, again. The final straw had been that the girl was new and blind.
Vin caught up to Chris on the way to their horses. "I think Ezra's havin' a mother-son moment, over at the hotel. Meet ya back here in five." Hurrying across the street, Vin stopped in the doorway of the newly refurnished hotel and scanned the room for the last of the group. He found the southerner and his mother, Maude, sitting at a table, far in the back of the room and having morning coffee while chatting about cards or Maude's latest con. Taking a breath, he made his way through the room and gained the younger Standish's attention. "We're ridin out to help a neighbourin' sheriff with outlaw trouble. You comin'?"
With a look to his mother, Ezra waited as if asking her permission, something he hadn't needed in a very long time.
"Ezra, darlin, run along with your friends. I'll get along just fine." Maude smiled a mischievious smile as the two departed the table.
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Lyla sat by the fire and soaked up the warmth as she had been shivering since they had stopped. Jesse had placed his blanket around her shoulders and that help but little. The more she clutched the gray, wool blanket about her, the more she shivered, uncontrollably. "Jesse?" Fear rose in her voice as she heard the twigs rustle, aways from her. "Jess?!" Her excitement mounted when she heard no reply. Her mind raced with scary thoughts of Charlie being right and the young but older than she outlaw abandoning her in the middle of nowhere, with no sight or provisions. The noise continued and her nerves grew short. She crawled a few steps forward from where she sat, trying to find a weapon or something to arm herself with but stopped when her hand felt a man's boot.
She screamed as she felt the man bend down and grab her arms, pulling her upward to stand up.
"Lyla, it's me. Lyla! It's Jesse! Stop!" Jesse pulled her into an embrace and held tight until her screams and struggles died down.
Lyla took a moment to calm down. She started crying and gripped and pulled at Jesse's jacket. "I was so scared. Can we go, now?" She huddled closer to him, feeling his body breathe against hers, his heart pounding in her ear. "Jesse, please?"
Jesse caught his breath and had to calm himself down from the terrifying event that shook her. "In a while. You should rest, darlin. I brought some water from the stream, up a ways, and saw a town. We can stop there, for the night." It was nearing late afternoon and after a few nights of stopping and starting and gathering provisions from surrounding mining camps, they were losing time and giving the sheriff ample time to gather a posse to surround and capture the famous outlaw. Guiding her back to the fire, they sat down and held each other. He could feel her chest rise and fall against his.
She had turned her body so that she faced him and rest her head on his left shoulder, head turned away from him. She breathed deeply, inhaling his scent. "How long to the next town, Jesse?"
Rubbing her back and looking up at the fading afternoon sky, Jesse thought about distance. "It'll take us a few hours, at least. We'll get you something to eat and then we can go. Alright?" Kissing her hair and patting her arm to let her know he wanted to get up, they unfolded from their embrace. "I managed to catch some fish, in the stream and I have some bread from the last town." He stood and walked back to the wagon, where his pack had been. He retrieved the cloth napkin that kept the bread and then searched for his knife, which had fallen to the bottom of the pack, to fillet the fish.
"Jesse!"
Jesse shot around to find Lyla had been taken captive by two dirty and overly eager scavengers. They held her between them, guns drawn and making cat calls and taunts to the young man in the wagon. The third, and leader of the trio, had moved to the side of the wagon and was now holding a gun on Jesse. "Let her go. I'm warnin' you."
The man beside the wagon laughed out loud and cocked his revolver. "Oooh, what are ya gonna do, boy? Cry?" Darkened teeth glistened from the man's scruffy face. "Me and the boys only want to keep warm, for awhile." Waving Jesse out of the wagon and watching as the younger gunfighter walked to the edge and climbed down, setting the food and supplies down beside him before doing so. "Been watchin' you since Beaver City. This lovely little lady looks like she's been wantin' to dance. But first," the man came closer and shoved the barrel of his gun into Jesse's face, pulling the blond hair with his freehand, "how 'bout you gimme back the gold you stole, boy?" The man hissed into Jesse's ear the request.
Keeping his eyes set on Lyla, Jesse spoke calmly to her. "It's okay, darlin. It'll be over, soon." Jesse breathed calmly and glanced back at the filthy man beside him. "I didn't steal no gold. And it certainly wasn't yers."
"Don't believe ya, boy."
The two scruffy looking men that held her had started in with their lusty groping and noises, scaring the young woman even more. One wore a large, dirty and floppy hat that looked like it might have spent time in the river. The other had a long, black beard that looked coarse and unkempt and all three men looked to be in their forties. "Hey Simms, she's real pretty. Me first!" The bearded man stood to her left and began to fumble with his soiled trousers, shoving back his ragged duster while the other one held onto Lyla even tighter as she screamed and struggled against him.
While the second man held her, he took the time to try and feel her up, amongst her struggles and screams, he laughed and thought it funny. Coaxing her and trying to lift her dress, ripping it in the process. He was surprised that she could fight back, as small as she was. "Yea, pretty little thing, aren't ya?" He cooed.
Simms licked his lips as he undresed Lyla with his eyes, looking away from Jesse for only a split second. In a single blink, he heard the report of a Colt and watched in shock and horror as the man who busied himself with his trousers, was knocked backwards and landed on his back, dead from a bullet to the forehead. As Simms turned back, Jesse had pointed the weapon at him and fired before the man could squeeze the trigger of his 1835 revolver. The bullet hit him in the chest and forced him to fall to the ground, dropping his gun and screaming in pain.
Jesse had removed his gun from its holster, aimed and fired, killing one man and wounding a second all within a few seconds of each other. Steadying his aim on the third man, he repeated his earlier warning, "let her go." Cocking his gun, he aimed for the man's head as the third man trembled and dodged, releasing Lyla and shoving her to the ground, narrowly missing the campfire.
The man turned and tried to run but tripped over a tuft of crabgrass and landing face first into the dirt. When he turned around and looked up, Jesse stood over him, still aiming the Colt's barrel at him. "Please, mister, we didn't mean nuthin. Just wanted to have some fun. You understand, right? We weren't gonna hurt her or nuthin." The man pleaded for his life and held his hands up in weak attempt to shield himself from the last bullet.
"Jesse," Lyla called as she steadily got her bearings and sat up.
Smooth, young face with a cold, monotone expression broke his stare from the man and turned to glance at her as she felt about the area around her. He turned back in time to see the man get to his feet and take two steps towards him. As the man lunged toward him, Jesse fired and shot the man in the right thigh, causing the man to yelp and detour his attack. Holstering his gun, Jesse turned back to Lyla and hurried to her side. "I'm here. Stand up, it's okay." His voice was once again calm as he helped her to stand and walk over to the wagon. He then hooked up Delby and climbed up, beside Lyla to give the command to go, leaving the third man alive and screaming curses of pain and revenge to the fleeing couple.
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