Encounters

Authors Notes: I wanted to thank the creators of Lit'Britches and Little Ezra, plus all the fan fiction writers who continue to add new stories, and to KT who beat me and force me to hurry the hell up in writing a new AU. You all inspired this new AU as well as Mark Twain stories of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, who I think fit Vin and Ezra to a tee, in this AU both our southern boys are: one a shy, timid, slim nine year old Texan and two a flamboyant, smart mouth, eleven year old deep southern boy. Who meet up with five very diverse gunslingers. We'll see what happens as they meet up for the first time.

Part One

The dark alley provided the security he wanted. He slunk stealthily along the walls of the building. So far lady luck was with the young lad.

He looked around the corner and noticed the lights on the streets were already lit; he’d have to be careful and hope no one noticed him. He continued to follow the path as the alley opened up and now looking along the boardwalk people were milling around, the large city, at least it seem large compared to the last place he stay.

There was a loud whistle blowing, turning in the direction of the sound, the boy smiled. He looked back again, and then sprinted towards the sound. ‘Please let me make it,’ he thought. As he neared the train, shouting voices could be heard, looking behind he ran faster as the men pursuing him for the last few days were now closing in, ‘no he would not be caught by the likes of those miscreatins.’

Just then the train began to pull from the station and the boy put every last energy he could muster to reaching it before the men chasing could get their hooks on him. He did not want to face Blasdell’s wrath, at least not without his mother, he was not even sure she’d back him.

Ezra Standish reached out and grabbed the back railing of the last car. Pulling him self on to the platform he release the breath he was holding, “safe,” he whispered. Then suddenly a hand reached at his ankle yanking him, Ezra grabbed the railing again, with all his might and with his other foot kicked the man’s face. The man released his grasp as the pain registered on his nose. Ezra swore as he heard something snap.

He looked back as the other three men reached their friend and Ezra finally relax; they weren’t going to reach him. He smiled to himself, got up and opened the door to the car.

* * * * * * *

Ezra entered and was startled looking on both sides of the car were littered with children, he started counting, 7, 8, 9…13. He couldn’t believe his luck he’d sit with the children and hoped no one noticed an additional child.

Just then he was spun around and came face to face with a man dress all in black, “well, there you are my son, we thought we’d lost you.”

Ezra just looked at the priest, “father?”

The priest smiled at the dark hair boy, who looked at him with wide green eyes; “you are William Bentley, are you not?”

Ezra swallowed, smiling back, he merely nodded, and with his hands behind him and fingers crossed he hoped he wouldn’t go to hell for lying to a priest.

“Good, good,” looking around at the children he noticed the lone boy sitting at the back of the car. “Why don’t you go sit with Vincent?” Both walked over, “Vincent, this is William, he’ll be sitting with you for the rest of our journey.” Looking at both boys he continued. “Now we’ll be making another stop in Ridge City, make sure both of you look out for one another, all right boys?” Both Ezra and Vincent nodded to the priest.

Both boys remained quiet then Ezra asked; “might I inquire as to our reason of travel?”

The young boy with bright blue eyes and light color hair, looked at the other boy in front of him with a puzzled look, Ezra smiled. “Why are we here?”

“Oh, we’re going to San… San Franc…isco. I think that’s how you say it. We’re going to be adopted.”

“Oh,” Ezra looking at the younger boy, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Me too for you.” The boy replied. Ezra opened his mouth, but then realized he couldn’t tell this boy the truth, that he wasn’t an orphaned, although there were times he felt like one.

“Thank you,” Ezra turned in his seat and leaned back he was tired, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do now, but going back to face Blasdell was not an option. ‘Mother,’ he thought. She always had a way of making things difficult for him.

Ezra closed his eyes and with the rocking of the train soon fell asleep.

Part Two

“What do you mean he got away, how could an 11 year old boy, escape you? If he finds out what he has taken, everything will be ruin.” Blasdell, was not a very tall man, but that did not mean most people were not intimated by him, he had a powerful presence, and some of the things he’s known to do would send a shiver of dread down the back of any man.

“Sir, we know where the train is headed I have three of my men headed that way now they will find the boy and bring him back.”

“They had better,” glaring at the man, he returned to his desk and sat down. “Now have you hired another assassin, with both Stutz now decease we will need to hire another man.”

“Yes sir, I was able to get in touch with Charlie Feathers.”

“Feathers? That half-breed, I’ve heard tell he’s a real bastard when killing.” Looking at his man, “I want them killed quickly nothing fancy, you get my meaning?” He didn’t care much for his victims, but he didn’t want to leave anything to chance. If Feathers should be caught he had no doubt that the half-breed would not talk, but still he didn’t want any link to come back his way.

“Yes sir, I’ll make sure he understands what’s expected.” With that he excused himself and left.

John Blasdell sighed if that little bastard gets in his way; he would kill him. He didn’t care if his mother was married to his younger brother Mathew, how he let those two talk him into caring for that brat, he’ll never understand.

Part Three

Ezra woke with a start, noticing the light filtering in he groan, he hated mornings, he closed his eyes then felt a shifting next to him, looking over laying on his right shoulder was the boy he met last night. He was still asleep, well at least some still could.

Ezra tapped the boy’s leg and smiled as the boy also groans. Lifting his head he looked over at Ezra and smiled. "Morning,” he said.

“Why good morning my dear sir,” replied the southern boy.

Vincent smiled and laughed. “You can call me Vin.”

“Vin?”

“Yeah, my mama use to call me that all the time, she said so my father wouldn’t get confused who she was calling.” Vin explained.

“Oh I see.” Replied Ezra, “and pray tell where is your father?”

Looking away sadly, “he died in an injun’ raid.” He replied.

Ezra looked uncomfortable he, himself had never known his father Maude didn’t think that bit of information mattered.

The southern boy however felt a bitter twinge, he’d often wondered who his father had been, was he still alive? Did he even know about him? And if he did would he want him?

‘Maybe mother was right?’ Ezra thought. ‘Maybe not knowing was for the best.’

Both boys sat for a while quietly, and then Vin’s stomach growled bringing a smile to both children. “You sound hungry Mr. Tanner.” Ezra queried.

“Looks like, I could eat,” replied the scrawny kid.

Nodding his head, “I’ll see to our breakfast.” Ezra looked to the front of his seat and saw the priest speaking with the conductor, getting up he walked over to him. “Father,” the priest looked over to the child.

“Yes my child, what is it?” Father Moreno was a tall slender build man about late 40’s, thinning hair, with a wise face, dark eyes and a clink of wonder at traveling out west. He had always wondered what the west was like, and hoped that he’d be able to minister to those with no faith, the poor and sick.

But the Catholic Church had other plans, ministering to the rich, garnering donations for the church. Then Father Moreno, heard from one of his parishioners of an orphanage that was closing down, and there would be several children that would be sent to various locations one of which would be headed out west. Father Moreno felt that he should be involved in this venture and with the help of Mrs. Witherspoon was placed in charge of fourteen children boys and girls.

“Vin and I are hungry, will we be eating soon?”

“I was just asking Mr. Isaiah here about our eating arrangements, why don’t you go sit with Vincent and I’ll let you known when breakfast is served.

“Thank you father, I’ll let Vin know.” With that Ezra headed back to the end of the train where he and Vin sat, “Father Moreno said breakfast will be here soon.”

“Great I’m starve.” Ezra just shook his head at Vin.

* * * * * * *

After breakfast was over, the children were becoming restless, and Father Moreno clearly had no idea hold to entertain these children who range from five to eleven years old. Ezra smiled he gave the good father points for trying and decided to come to his rescue.

“How about I show you children the fine art of illusion.” He smiled dimples showing and his green eyes glistening at being able to implement his god given talents.

Father Moreno was at his wits end and looked the other way as Ezra pulled out a deck of cards and started performing magic treats to entertain the children.

After an hour, he decided to read a story from one of his favorite books The Three Musketeers, by Alexander Dumas. Ezra held the eyes of all the children reading the book and changing his voice as the different characters came to life aboard the train headed to San Francisco.

Vin watch with awe at his hero, yup that’s what William had become to him, he was every thing Vin wanted to be, smart, outgoing not at all shy, nor was he afraid to be the center of attention. He was just as excited as the other children. Enthralled by the story unfolding before them.

Soon, the children one by one began to nod off, when the last of the children went to sleep, Ezra turned to Vin with a smile on his face. He enjoyed reading aloud even more he enjoyed being needed. Vin smiled back.

Father Moreno placed his hands on Ezra’s shoulder, squeezing him in appreciation. “That was a most enjoyable retell of a wonderful story, thank you William for your help.”

“It was my pleasure sir.”

“Why don’t you and Vincent take a nap as well, we still have a long journey ahead.”

Looking at Vin they both nod and head to there seat quietly.

Part Four

For the rest of the day both William and Vincent entertained the children, much to Father Moreno’s delight. Seeing how the children had the full use of the last compartment enabled them to jump, run around (although, limited space these children quickly adapted.) and sat listening to stories or playing games of which both oldest boys made-up.

All in all it was an exhausting day.

* * * * * * *

The next morning the train arrived at Ridge City. There would be a stop for two hours allowing passengers arriving from stagecoaches ample time to connect with the train and continuing the journey to San Francisco.

“All right boys and girls, please gather around.” Father Moreno began counting heads. “All right, now that we have a head count, I will be taking with me Charles, Molly and Albert. The rest of you will remain here until my return. Do we have an understanding children?”

Looking at all the children everyone nodded. “Very well, children please come along.” As Father Moreno gathered the three children that would be staying in Ridge City, there were three couples that would be adopting the children.

Ezra peered through the window, with Father Moreno gone this would be he’s only chance to leave the train, just then the Conductor arrived to keep an eye on the remaining children.

Ezra sighed, ‘well looks like it will be a little harder then at first anticipated.’ After waiting for about an hour Ezra approached the conductor “excuse me sir, might I be allowed to use the facilities at this time?”

The conductor looked at the southern lad, and wondered again where a boy from the Deep South was traveling with children from Texas? “Could you wait until Father Moreno returns?”

Ezra smiled at the man, “do you know how long that will be?”

“He should be back…” Looking at his watch. “In about five minutes or so.”

“Yes, I think I can wait.” Returning to his seat, Vin seems to feel something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” Blue eyes seeking green eyes.

“Quite well thank you.”

“’Cause you look nervous about something?”

“Nonsense my good sir, simply anxious to use the facilities and be on our way.”

But Vin looked unsure, but let it go.

After another ten minutes pass, Father Moreno return, as the conductor left Ezra approached the priest.

“Father, may I please use the facilities?”

Father Moreno looked at Ezra and smiled. “Can you wait until the train is on its way?”

“Oh, Father I’ve all ready been waiting for too long. I really need to go now.” Ezra looked appropriately chagrin; with out being too obvious after all, he is eleven years old.

Again the priest smiled, after all the help William had given why not. “Very well, but I want you back as soon as possible, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Ezra was about to leave when Vin was right behind him…

“Can I go too, Father?”

“Of course, son. Now you mind William and return soon.” As both boys rush towards the facilities in the forward compartment. Ezra entered first then quickly went, allowing time for the train to get under way.

Then Vin went in and the train blew its whistle then began to move. Ezra looked out seeing the side of the landing was clear he jumped.

Inside the facilities Vin heard something fall with a thud, opening the door William was no where to be seen. Frowning he looked at the front of the landing but saw nothing. He then tried opening one of the doors of the compartment cars but it was too hard for him alone to open. He began to knock on the door but just then the whistle blew again no one heard him. Then Vin looked at the side of the landing and saw the retreating form of William.

Then without thinking, he too jumped and neither boy realize how there lives where about to change forever.

Part Five

Four Corners early morning, a young dark hair man leans forward on his chair leisurely tossing a pocketknife on the boardwalk. The morning is quiet except for the sound of the Clarion Newspaper’s printing machine working as the young widow Mary Travis readies the afternoon edition of the paper.

The young man suddenly looks over to his left as riding down the street a man dress all in black enters the town. He then puts his knife away and stands smiling at the approaching figure. “Morning Chris.” The young man greets.

“JD.” The darkly clad man answered. He stops in front of the boy and dismounts his horse. “Quiet morning.”

Not a question but rather a statement of fact, JD nodded anyway. “Yeah, real boring. Buck says that’s a good thing, I don’t see how?” Looking mighty peeved.

“Quiet is good JD, means we don’t have to shoot no one.”

“Yeah, ‘suppose, but it’s really boring.” Sounding more like a whine. Chris just shook his head, he remembers being young once, quessing he was just like the kid ready for any kind of action.

“Buck up yet?” He asked.

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“If you want, I’ll wait for ‘ole Buck to get up, why don’t you turn in?”

“You sure…” Nodding his head, “great thanks Chris.”

The kid left for his room at the boarding house, tired after a long night.

Chris settled in front of the jail, waiting for the ladies man to leave his latest conquest. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long, sauntering over along the boardwalk pulling his suspenders over his shoulders and putting on his shirt.

“Morning Chris.”

“Buck, pleasant evening,” a sly smile playing on his lips.

“You know it stud.” Leaning elbowing Chris, Buck sat next to his long time friend. “You feel that?” Turning to look out towards the long stretch of the main street in town.

“Yeah, something’s coming.” Chris replied.

“Doesn’t feel like trouble, just different.” Buck looked back at the dark clad gunslinger.

“Well, I’m going to get some sleep I’ll see you later.” Chris got up and took his horse to the livery stable then headed to the boarding house for some sleep.

Buck walked along the boardwalk as the merchants began the activity of the day. Mrs. Potter was sweeping in front of her store; the ladies man tipped his hat. Over by the clarion Mary was ready to deliver the paper, Buck reached her just as she was coming out smiling he took the papers and help deliver them.

By 8:00 o’clock everyone was up and stores were open, as well as the stands with fruit, flowers, etc. It was just another quiet day, giving Buck time to greet all the ladies he came across and give them his most enchanting smile.

* * * * * * *

In Ridge City, young Ezra Standish made his way into the first saloon he could find, and began to apply his God given talents. Words often used by his mother. Seated with four rather ruffian looking gentlemen, he had his best poker face as he placed down his hand and had four deuces, Ace high. Ezra’s face lit up as he began to rake in his winnings; the other men grunted, giving the young boy their most menacing glares. Of course; the kid had been on the receiving end of these kinds of glares all his life so he knew when to fold and collect his winnings and leave, gracefully of course giving a two-finger salute, while tipping his hat he left.

He exited through the front, and bump into a nine-year-old and not too happy Vin Tanner.

“Mr. Tanner?” He looked stun that the boy was still in town. “What are you doing here, I believe your train has left?”

“I followed you, why you’d jump the train, Father Moreno ain’t going to like it?” Vin was up set and worried when he’d seen Ezra go into the saloon. His mother always told him never to go into one of those places.

“Now, now Mr. Tanner. Your apprehension is duly noted but not necessary, I can assure you…”

“Huh.” Ezra just shook his head and started walking towards the livery with the money he just won he’d need to procure a horse and supplies. “Will, how we gonna get back on the train?” Vin was right behind him not sure were the southern boy was going in such a hurry?

“Now, Mr. Tanner, while I am sorry that you have disembarked the train, I however have no wish to return to said train.” By this time both boys reached the livery, looking over at Vin, “you must find your own transportation back to the train my friend.”

Vin was now upset, and stood in front of the southerner his blue eyes were wide saucers. “My friend? How can you say you’re my friend when you don’t even care that I don’t know how to get back on the train?”

“Mr. Tanner, I never asked you to leave the train, you sir jump on your own, I can not be responsible for your mistake.” Ezra was beginning to get angry him self.

“Fine. I’ll figure some way to get out of this town.” With that Vin strolled back along the boardwalk and ran smack into two of the men Ezra had been playing poker with.

The southerner noticed the men and hid behind the livery door before they saw him.

“Hey, watch it kid.” Pushing Vin aside, the boy slipped off the boardwalk and fell on his buttocks hard.

Vin looked up at the two men with tears running down his face, not from the fall but from his argument with the boy, he thought William was his friend. The two men saw him crying and started laughing at him.

“Well looky here the poor little boy must of hurt his ass,” laughing with his friend.

“Yeah, Bill he must of really hurt he’ self, he’s crying like a little baby.” Now both were laughing louder.

“Stop it!” Shouted Vin, getting up with clenched fists. The two men saw; the boy’s stance and smiled they both jumped off the boardwalk pushing Vin back down.

From behind both men another boy launch himself bringing them down Ezra got up quickly and grabbed Vin’s hand and ran. Vin didn’t hesitate and followed William. Instead of heading to the sheriff’s office he headed for the town paper, The Ridge City Chronicle.

Both men were following close behind.

When the boys entered the paper, Ezra smiled pleasantly to the proprietor; he was about to say something when two men burst through the doors. “Ah, gentlemen you’ve arrived, thank you so much for your help.” The proprietor and the other two looked at one another.

“Mr. Bradley, Mr. Patton is there something I can help you with?” Samuel Worthington asked. He knew both men as regular troublemakers and wondered what was going on.

Ezra cut in, “Well, sir if I may…” Looking at Worthington decided to spin his story. “These two men just saved my brother here from two rather dubious individuals who were taunting him, these gentlemen agreed to help us let the citizens of this fine town know that there are a few ‘bad elements’ that do reside in your burg.”

“Really, well I’ll be, usually it’s you boys that cause problems, but it’s good to know you can change, I bet Mr. Bradley you’re father ‘the Mayor’ will be really proud of you for helping these two boys.” He winked over at both boys, smiling back at him. “Now, who are these two men you wish to mention…”

With that, Ezra looked at the two men and gave them a two-fingered salute smiling as he and Vin left the paper. Both boys could hear the stumbling words coming from Bill the Mayor’s son.

Outside, Vin approached the southerner thanking him. Then starts to walk away, Ezra sighs, “Mr. Tanner, please may I have a moment?”

Vin turned to face him, “I said thank ya, don’t need any other help.”

“Mr. Tanner, I need to confess…” before he finished Vin spoke.

“You want to confess, I think you need a priest.” Then he turned again and started to walk away.

Ezra chuckled, “Mr. Tanner I believe you have a sense of humor after all.” This time he ran to catch up to him. “Please Mr. Tanner, I need only a moment of your time.”

Catching his breath he continued. “My name is not William Bentley, but Ezra Standish. I am also not an orphaned.

Vin just stared at him, “what?”

Sighing again, he began to recount the events leading up to their encounter and reason for his departure from the train. He couldn’t believe he was actually telling him the truth for once, ‘oh mother would be so proud.’ He thought.

Vin looked at him stun once again. He didn’t know what to do now, how was he going to get back on the train? Would Father Moreno even know he was missing? He sat on the boardwalk looking at the people walking about. Shaking his head, “I don’t know what to do?” He was scared and Ezra could hear it in his voice.

“Mr. Tanner, I am so sorry, for the trouble I’ve cause you, I will be heading towards Four Corners where I understand Judge Travis hired five men to protect that town. He may be able to help you get back to San Francisco in turn for the information I have acquired quite by chance.” Showing Vin the papers in his breast pocket.

When Ezra had time on the train he read the papers he’d taken. He was shock at what he’d discovered; he had only wanted the money that was in the safe. It was dark in Blasdell’s office but the pouch he took felt like the money he was searching for, now he understood why those men of his were so adamant about catching him. Talking with the men in the saloon informed him of the five men and Judge Travis one of the names on the list to be killed.

Ezra knew Blasdell was mean, but never would he image the man was a killer. He shuddered at the thought of what would have happen if those three men had caught him. He only thought that he’d receive a reprimand now he knew the man would probably kill him too.

“Mr. Tanner, I have money to purchase a horse and supplies, you may come if you wish?”

“Really Ez, you don’t mind if I come too?”

Smiling he said, “no I could use the company, let us depart this fine city.”

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

So together the boys gathered supplies as well as a horse, and rode out near sunset and camped just outside Ridge City, Ezra wanted to distance themselves before running into those two men again. Huddling together they ate some biscuits and then fell asleep.

Vin was happy he loved sleeping out in the stars. It reminded him of his ma and the times they’d spend together thinking on his father. She used to say that we were always in each other’s thoughts when looking out at the stars because they were the same stars. He fell asleep with those pleasant thoughts.

Part Six

It was just after midnight the following night in Ridge City when three riders came in. Dusty, tired and sore from the long ride, the men dismounted and led their horses to the stables. After seeing to their mounts they headed for the hotel.

The clerk at the hotel looked up at the weary men entering. “Good evening gentlemen, or I should say good morning.” He tried smiling but these men were not in the mood for pleasantries. The big, burly man with a small mustache took the registration book and scans it for the boy’s name, nothing. He looked at the clerk.

“We’re looking for a small boy about eleven years old, green eyes with a southern accent. You seen him?”

“No sir.” The clerk quickly replied. These men looked dangerous.

“Anyone from the train get off, may be staying here?”

“Yes, one couple and two men got off.” The other man was going to say something else when the clerk continued. “Oh, come to think about it, there was a Priest who got off with three or four children, don’t know if any of them had a southern accent but I think two were boys.”

“Where are these children?”

“Well, I think they were here to be adopted. Then the rest of the children were heading to San Francisco.” Looking at the three men he handed them yesterdays morning paper of the children’s arrival. “See I read about it in the paper. Probably Mr. Worthington knows more about it.”

“Where’s this Mr. Worthington?”

“He lives above the paper, think he gets up about six a.m. to get the paper ready.”

“Six am, okay we’ll take two rooms for the night.”

Signing in the clerk gave them their keys and the three men headed for the second floor of the hotel. The clerk scans the registration; the man signed in as Smith. “How original.” He returns to reading the latest dime novel about Bat Masterson.

Upstairs in rooms 9 and 11 the burly man named Smith opens the adjoining doors and motions the other two to enter his room.

“What do you think, boss? Think the kids headed to San Francisco?”

“Don’t know.” He pauses then begins pacing, “shit, if he heads to San Francisco he’ll have at least three, four days head start on us. Hell the boss ain’t going to like it.”

“So what do we do Mr. Langston?”

Pacing again, “come morning we’ll talk to this Worthington and find out if he met any of those kids. Why don’t ya’ll get some sleep we’ll be up early?” With that two left for their room while the leader stretched out on his bed.

* * * * * * *

In Kansas City, inside a quiet residence above the law offices of Herbert Brooks, a silent struggle takes place. Mrs. Brooks watches in horror as a man holds her husband strapped to their bed with a gag in his mouth he tries to pull away from the man causing him pain while the assailant slowly cuts different areas of his prisoners body.

The shadow man leaning over him smiles while laughing silently at the horror looks the bound man gives him. Slowly, oh so slowly the struggles lessen bringing the shadow man to his climax, the wife sees the pure evil in this man tries to scream but her gag also prevents her from doing so. Watching her husband take his last breath, crying silent tries she casts her eyes to the shadow man waiting for him to kill her.

Feathers sighs the thrill was too fast, he looks over at the woman and smiles. Then getting up off the man he cleans himself using the washbowl he had prepared after tying the elderly couple; the blood from Brooks, begins to smear his naked body, but the woman looking at him still cannot see his face. The rooms are too dark and with no moon out tonight theirs no light coming from outside. The only thing you can make out is his shadow or rather the outer frame of the man moving about the room.

She continues to watch him not sure why he’s here or why he killed her husband the only thing she is certain of is he’ll kill her next.

The shadow man when finish dressing; gathers all his tools, cleaning them with tenderness as if they were alive and puts them back in side their pouches. One last look at the wife and then he disappears into the night.

Once Mrs. Brooks sees the man finish she looks at her husband knowing she will be joining him soon, she looks back at the shadow man only he isn’t there anymore. She searches frankly moving her head as best she could but nothing he’s gone. She begins to cry again, he left her tied to her dead husband. She will be able to see him fully in the morning, see what that monster did to him. She continues crying knowing that it will not be pretty as she feels the warm blood of her husband soaking the bed.

* * * * * * *

The next morning in Ridge City, three men head over to the town paper.

* * * * * * *

While at the same time outside of Ridge City two small boys begin to awaken, Vin stretches and looks ahead into the vast desert and smiles he loves the outdoors the feel of total freedom. ‘God the air smelled good,’ he thought. Looking over to his companion a mischievous grin spares across his face. One moment he’s sitting the next he jumps landing atop of the other boy enlisting a grunt.

“Aggghhh!” Ezra shouts, much to the others laughter. Ezra looks over at the other boy and snorts his displeasure, “pray tell what are you attempting, do you wish to cause me bodily harm?”

Which only seems to make Vin laugh louder shaking his head Ezra begins to laugh as well. “’Is a beautiful morning Ez time to get up.” Standing up now Vin seems to bubble from re-new energy since yesterday, no longer the shy timid boy, but a more confident energize individual.

“Well Mr. Tanner must be the desert air, seems it has done wonders for your disposition.”

“Yeah.” The boy answers not really sure he understood, but just happy to be here.

“I suppose we should ready our selves to transverse this land and head towards Four Corners.” Shielding his eyes and looking ahead, “Good Lord why does it have to be so bright?”

“Ezra! You shouldn’t cuss like that? Mr. Daniels would wash your mouth out with soap.” Vin said.

“Who pray tell is Mr. Daniels and why would he wash my mouth?” Ezra responded as both boys began packing.

“He’s the superintendent at the orphanage, those were his rules.” Vin replied.

With a mischievous glare the southern boy commented. “Well damnation…” He grinned, as he continued. “…Let us be thankful that Mr. Daniels is not here to bare witness to my cusses as you so eloquently stated.”

Vin looks at him and snorts, shaking his head at the brashness of the southerner, he finishes gathering their belongings and is ready to leave. A fast breakfast has both boys on their horse within half an hour.

* * * * * * *

In Ridge City, Blasdell’s men were still trying to find out any information on Ezra, Mr. Worthington, could not help them on any of the children other than the three that were adopted in their town but none of them were eleven year olds.

Although, Worthington wanted to say he had met two boys not in any way associated with the orphans, the men had left quite abruptly. So he shrugged and went back to working on the next edition.

Langston and his men decided to search the town asking questions about a small boy of about 11 years old, chestnut color hair, green eyes and a southern accent. But no one seems to have seen the boy.

By late evening all three decided to head to the saloon for some over due drinking. Joe one of Langston’s men went straight to the bar asked for a bottle of red eye and three glasses and headed to the back table.

“Well Mr. Langston, what do we do now?” Joe asked as he began pouring whiskey in each glass.

Langston didn’t answer and started to scan the saloon, when he spotted about five men part taking in a poker game, he smiled when he realized that they didn’t ask the right people about that southern bastard boy.

“Be right back boys, I got an idea.” In one fluid motion he stood, grab his glass of whiskey and down the liquid making his way to the poker game.

Part Seven

By afternoon, Vin and Ezra had traveled five hours, now saddle sore and hungry both boys decided to stop near a stream where they could eat and refill there canteens and rest for a bit.

“Take care Mr. Tanner,” Ezra helped Vin slide off the back of their horse.

“Oh, wow.” Vin was walking around trying to get his legs to work properly without feeling the horse still under him. “Been a long time since I rode a horse, didn’t remember it hurting this bad?”

Ezra jumped off the horse and guided the animal near the stream so the beast would be able to drink its fill and nibble on the grass. Looking over to his fellow compatriot he smiles.

“Mr. Tanner, how are you faring?” Vin glares at him hearing the chuckle behind his words.

“This ain’t funny Ezra, damm, hope I can feel my legs soon.”

“Why Mr. Tanner did you just cuss?”

Vin looked over at the southerner and stopped abruptly, Ezra started laughing at the utter look of astonishment on the young Texan. Vin smiled still looking at the southerner, “your right Ez, and glad Mr. Daniels ain’t around no more.” Laughing with the southerner. He was feeling quite giddy out here in the middle of nowhere. “Ez, you know where we are?”

“Yes I do, we are about a half days journey towards Four Corners. We will be arriving late in the evening; hopefully one of the law keepers will be available.” Ezra began searching through their saddlebags bringing out some biscuits, jerky and as an added bonus two apples. “Mr. Tanner why don’t we sit over there and enjoy our meager lunch this afternoon.”

“Sure Ez.” Sitting down Vin took his share of the meal and began eating biting down hard and pulling as he bit into the jerky then looking at the southerner, “how you know we’re going in the right direction? Everything looks the same to me.”

“Well according to the gentleman that sold us this fine beast, we are to head straight west of Ridge City about a days journey if we ride hard.” Ezra bites into his jerky not at all pleased with the meal but when you’re hungry you make due.

“How you know we’re heading west?” Glancing at the southerner, while taking another bite of the jerky and then the biscuit.

“Well the sun is just above us now, once it starts to settle down it will travel west we’ll just follow the sun and no doubt we will begin to see the towns fire lighting the rest of the way for us.”

Vin nodded his head, and then looking at the boy beside him asked, “how you know so much?”

“From books, Mr. Tanner. Reading gives you the power of knowledge and allows you to use that knowledge as you see fit.” Ezra just shrugged as though everyone should know that.

“Oh.” Vin replied then he spoke again, “what if you don’t know how to read?” Bowing his head embarrassed by his words.

Ezra was startled to learn this, “then Mr. Tanner we simply rectify the situation.”

“Huh,” Vin answered not sure he understood.

“We make sure you learn to read.” Ezra answered.

“Oh,” Vin smiled without looking at his companion. Ezra saw the smile and just shook his head in wonder. ‘How on earth do I get myself in these situation?’ He thought. ‘Mother will be mortified when she learns I’ve grown soft.’ He shook his head again as both boys continued with their afternoon repast.

Part Eight

Late evening in the town of Four Corners, two weary boys on an equally tired horse rode in. They continued on through the road until they saw a light inside the buildings of the town jail, or at least it look like the town jail and the town saloon. They could hear noises coming from there. But their main objective was the town law.

Ezra helped the young Texan off the horse and then gently dismounted him self. This time he had to admit he too was saddle sore. “You all right Mr. Tanner?”

Both were tired but Ezra was still feeling a certain responsibility for getting Vin into this predicament, so he felt a bit brotherly unusual for him but their you have it.

“Yeah, guess I’m a might tired.” While rubbing his buttocks and trying to stretch his legs.

Ezra chuckled as he too was rubbing his buttocks.

“Shall we traverse to the towns penitentiary?” Waving his hand forward.

“Yeah sure.” As he walked up the boardwalk and entered the building, followed closely by the southerner.

As they entered the jail, sitting behind a desk was a young man cleaning his gun; the man looked surprised at seeing two children in front of him.

The sheriff leaned back putting down his gun and asked the boys. “Can I help you?”

Neither boy answered as they were expecting someone older; looking at one another they figured the young man to be the deputy. Clearing his throat the young southern boy answered.

“Yes, we are looking for the law.” Ezra replied.

“I’m the sheriff, J.D. Dunn.” JD couldn’t believe he was being so formal with the two boys.

Ezra coughed and Vin just stared with wide eyes.

Laughing could be heard inside one of the jail cells, as both boys search for the occupant. A tall, no a very tall man with a mustache appeared opening the cell door, he had a smiling face, but it didn’t impede Ezra from placing Vin behind him.

“Well kid, you hire yourselves some deputies.” Smiling at the two boys then looking over at JD.

“Shut up Buck.”

“I really don’t think Chris is going to like this, being replace by two children.” Buck stated.

JD just glared at the gregarious man. Standing up while adjusting his gun belt and grabbing his right holster he approaches the two boys.

“Now boys, I’m the law of these here parts,” looking over at Buck, JD grins. “And this big fellow is one of my deputies.”

Buck snorts, “now kid don’t you be lying to these here boys.” Buck would have continued with his tirade, but was interrupted.

“Gentlemen, if you are quite finish we do have serious business with the law.” Ezra stated; he was exasperated at the banter of these two men.

Buck cleared his throat. “Well now son, where are your parents and why aren’t you in bed?”

Ezra sighed he couldn’t believe he’d been miss informed about the lawmen of this town. There was no way they would be able to handle Mr. Blasdell should he show up looking for the southerner.

Looking at Vin, he motioned for him to back out. “Evidently we have been miss-informed about the law of this municipality.”

Buck advance forward grabbing the southerner; Ezra pulled away kicking the man in the shin. Both boys backed into the corner.

JD seeing the fear in both boys got in front of them. “Back off Buck, can’t you see your scaring them?”

Buck scowls at the kid while holding his leg in pain. “Scaring them? Hell kid that one there kicked me.”

“Well, you deserved it. They seem to be serious and need our help.” Approaching the boys, with palms up hoping to placate them, “its okay he’s harmless, why don’t we go see Chris; if you’re in trouble he’ll know what to do.”

JD leads them out with Ezra grabbing Vin’s hand and glaring at Buck.

“Shit,” he gasps while rubbing his shin and following behind the three boys.

* * * * * * *

Langston approached the ongoing poker game. Observing the men playing their hands didn’t worry the hired man in the least. Just by watching he knew they were amateurs and the boy would have no trouble beating them.

The last call, everyone threw down their cards, Bradley the mayor’s son beat them with just a pair of deuces. Gathering his winnings one of the losers got up and vacated his place. Langston sat down in his seat.

“Well now, we have ourselves a new player boys,” extending his hand. “Names Bill Bradley.”

“Langston.” He replied shaking his hand.

Bradley waited to hear a first name with non-forthcoming he shrugged and started dealing the next hand.

After half an hour Langston was now winning almost all hands. The barmaid walked over and refilled their drinks.

Another hand was played and Bradley and his friends all lost leaving Langston with a very large pot.

“Shit, son-of-a-bitch. You must have the luck of the devil.” By this time Langston was now shuffling each new hand.

“Nonsense sir, I believe my bosses own nephew would be able to beat you.” Langston responded. The other men tense, as did Bradley. Langston wasn’t worried he knew the type of men sitting before him all talk and no action. “In fact, I wouldn’t put it pass the boy to have already played you.” Now looking at the four men in front of him. “Tell me if I’m lying. A southern boy, about 11 years old, green eyes and answers to the name of Ezra?” Now they were looking at each other and Langston knew the boy had been here. “Ah, I see you’ve met the little bastard. The boy will cheat you as soon as look at you.”

“I knew it… that little brat was cheating no way in hell could he have beaten me.” The others merely nodded. “You think your boss would want to know, maybe beat him for cheating?” The man grinned evilly.

“Could be, the boys Uncle doesn’t take kindly to dishonesty.” Still shuffling the cards waiting to hear what information he’ll receive. Then he continues. “In fact, that’s one of the reasons why I’m here you see Ezra done run away and I’m looking for information of his whereabouts. If you help; I might be able to offer a reward if I find him.”

“A reward you say, well I don’t rightly know where he’s at, but he and his brother were heading to the livery.”

Langston frown, “brother?” He thought maybe he was on the wrong tract; maybe it wasn’t Ezra these boys played? But then who else could it be? “Doesn’t sound like the boy I’m looking for, he doesn’t have a brother?”

“Well he claimed he was his brother, ‘course the other boy wasn’t dress in the same fancy clothes, as that southern boy, thought he looked more like, you know orphaned kids look like?”

'Well, well, well.' He thought 'looks like Ezra’s found himself a brother or perhaps friend? Either thought was surprising, didn’t think the boy was the type to make friends, especially since he is his mother’s son. In any case this may slow him down some.'

“Well gentlemen, if I’m going to find the boy best to get an early start.” It was already past that midnight hour; he would have to visit the livery tomorrow.

“What about the reward money?” Bradley asked getting up with his men backing him. Just then Langston’s men were by his side and those boys looked meaner then his men did on any given day.

Bradley seeing this calmed down, he just wanted what ever the reward could be; he’d already lost quite a bit since meeting that southern boy.

“As I said Mr. Bradley, if I find him you might get something in return.” He glared at the sniffling man.

Hell, Bradley thought that’s good enough for him. “Well all right.” He replied.

Langston and his men then vacated the saloon and return to their hotel.

Part Nine

It was late evening when the two men and two boys entered the saloon and made their way to the back.

The saloon was as usual lively. The roar of the men or the breaking of glass did not affect Ezra used to the noise and activity, while Vin on the other hand stayed close to the southerner, the activity and noise making the Texan as nervous as a polecat about to be bathe.

As they approached the back table Chris Larabee looked at the two men; “boys.” The dark clad gunslinger greeted.

“Hey Chris.”

“Chris, we got a couple boys needing our help.” Larabee’s long time friend responded.

From behind Buck and JD, the leader of this motley crew of men looked at the two boys. One neatly dress in what would pass as fancy city cloths with a too big low crown black hat clutched in his hands. The second looked like he’s ready to burst through his cloths worn and two sizes too small for the tall thin boy.

“Chris, I’d like you to meet, Ezra Standish and Vin Tanner,” looking at both boys, “cousin’s as I understand it?”

Chris just stares at both children not sure if this is one of Buck’s jokes. Looking over at the ladies man he waits for the punch line.

“Now Chris, before you say anything these boys are in serious trouble.”

Just then the southerner’s patience is wearing thin. “If I may Mr. Wilmington?” Looking at the dark clad gunslinger, he knows this man to be dangerous and not a man you can lie to. With that in mind he explains the situation. “…and as Mr. Wilmington has informed me Judge Travis will be arriving soon, and as you can see he too is on this list.” Handing the list over to the dark clad gunslinger.

Chris doesn’t respond, he gets up and walks out; Vin watching him also makes to follow but looks back at his friend.

“Well come on Ez, we got to follow him.”

Ezra raises an eyebrow, “have I miss something Mr. Tanner?”

“Yeah, Mr. Larabee has an idea.” He simply states then runs after the gunslinger.

Ezra looks at the other two gentlemen who also are not sure what just happen. But since Vin is his friend and he trusts the young Texan he just shakes his head and follows Vin with Buck and JD close behind.

Two other men were walking down the boardwalk headed for the saloon just as Buck and JD exit.

“Brother Buck, where’s the fire?” Asks an older gentleman with graying hair, kind blue eyes and a booming voice, he wear's a cross on his chest, indicating a religious man.

“What?” The ladies man looks at the two approaching men while JD continues to follow the southern boy.

“Where you going in such a hurry?” The young handsome black man, with expressive eyes and a soothing gentle voice asks.

“Oh, well seems we got two boys in a heap of trouble and Chris has got an idea.” He answers as he makes to the follow the kid.

The two men look at each other shrug as they too follow behind Buck.

* * * * * * *

Chris could see the newspaper lights still on. Mary Travis, the proprieties and owner of the Clarion News is working late finishing the final changes of the week’s news.

The ring above the door chimes the arrival of visitor(s); Mary looks up as a strand of golden hair falls loosely over her lovely face, pushing it back and whipping her hands on her apron she smiles at the gunslinger then looks at the small boy just behind him.

“Well gentlemen what can I do for you.” Asks the pretty proprieties with that soft lilting voice, Chris can only smile back captivated by the young woman.

“Evening Mary, need a favor?”

“Does this have anything to do with your young friend?”

Just then Chris looks behind and notices the little blond, blue-eyed boy followed him. He’s about to explain only to be stopped by the boy.

Taking his dusty slouch hat off, “evening ma'am, I’m with him.”

Chris looks at him and receives a lop-sided grin from the small boy looking back. As he’s about to say something the door chimes again allowing another boy, followed by JD, who is followed by Buck and right behind him are two more men.

All of a sudden the Clarion Newspaper seems small with the addition of so many visitors.

“Well gentlemen, is there a problem?” Mary asks.

Ezra the young southerner is awe struck by the beauty of the young woman, especially in such a backwater town, he then approaches the counter hat in hand.

“Words pale in comparison to your beauty, dear lady.”

Mary looks at the small boy smiling with sparkling emerald eyes, while realizing the southern accent. “Well, what brings a young man from the south so far from home?” She asks.

“Justice ma’am, but please allow me to introduce myself. Ezra P. Standish at your service and I believe you’ve met my cousin Vincent Tanner.”

Vin was smiling inclining his head at the formal introduction.

Mary smiles such proper manners. “Mary Travis and welcome to Four Corners.”

Ezra frowns at the given name, ‘is she related to Judge Travis?’ He wonders, I hope not.

“It’s an honor madam,” taking her hand and gently kissing it. Vin gasps in awe of Ezra’s manners.

“Well Buck, looks like you have some competition.” JD replies.

Buck in turn takes his hat and hits the kid over the head; JD glares back. The others smirk at their antics.

“Well,” Mary said looking at her hand smiling. “Such a gentleman.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Ezra answers.

“All right, if you’re all through, maybe we can get down to business.” Chris looks pointly at the southerner.

“Of course, Mr. Larabee.” Ezra replies waiting for him to begin.

Chris began, “Mary you mention about a death that occurred in Kansas City – Do you remember his name?”

“Yes, Mr. Herbert Brooks, I believe he was a lawyer, he died under mysterious circumstances.” She didn’t want to say murdered in front of the children.

“Was he one of the names on the list, Mr. Larabee?” Ezra asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on Chris? What list?” Mary inquired.

“Well it seems that these boys stumbled upon a list of people contracted to be killed;” he hesitates a moment. “Judge Travis is on this list too.”

Mary frowns. “He’s due to arrive tomorrow.”

“I know Mary.” He sighed.

“Mr. Larabee, another name on that list was Dr. Edmond Hoytt, he was also killed, but in New Orleans. The only reason I am aware of this man was because, he’s death was also under mysterious circumstances.” Ezra looks over at Mary hoping she’d understand that both deaths were similar.

“Where did you get this list?”

“Well,” Ezra hesitates, not sure if he should just mention Blasdell or also mention the fact that he stole the list thinking it was money. Before he could say anything, Chris pulls his arms glaring at him.

“Come on kid where you get this list?”

Vin steps in front of Ezra. “Let go of him, he’s trying to help.”

Chris releases the boy and looks over at the young Texan. They didn’t seem to be in any way related. “Who are you both, and don’t tell me you two are related are you?”

Ezra was about to interrupt, but Vin spoke first.

“No, we ain’t kin, but Ezra is my friend and you can’t treat him like that.”

Ezra was impressed and touched by Vin’s loyalty.

Buck nearly choked at the boy’s grit. The others were shocked that anyone would speak to the dark clad gunslinger in that tone.

“Now… now… gentlemen, please fighting among our selves will not help matters.” The others looked at the southern boy. “I propose we get to the root of the matter. I believe the killer or killers will be after me to retrieve the list. Now I believe prudence dictates forewarn is forearm. In other words we should inform those still among the living starting with Judge Travis?”

“The kid’s right Chris, the Judge will be here tomorrow. We can leave this for his arrival and we should get these boys a decent meal and bed them down?”

Chris looks at his long time friend. “All right,” looking at the boys. “After your meal you can sleep at the church. Josiah has extra cots for you and you’ll be safer their too. Hopefully we’ll be able to settle this tomorrow.”

Both boys realized that they were indeed very hungry and nodded enthusiastically.

Part Ten

Late evening, traveling along the spacious corridors of the two-story mansion of John Blasdell, walks a lone figure. Held in his left hand is a yellow telegram, which hopefully brings the news his employer has been waiting for.

For the last few days Mr. Blasdell has been in a foul mood, since the disappearance of the small boy he’d been looking after.

Lawrence the houseman was surprised at the apprehension the small southern boy cause. ‘Maybe this telegram will be good news,’ he thought. Approaching Blasdell’s study, Lawrence knocks on his door.

“Come in.” Blasdell calls out.

Entering, “sir, this telegram just arrived.” Handing the paper, he then turns to leave.

When the door closes Blasdell opens the telegram. “Well,” he voices, and then begins reading the contents; Langston has found the boy. Traveling to the town of Four Corners. Blasdell pauses he knows that town. Searching his papers he comes across why the name of that town is familiar, Judge Travis is now the territorial judge of that area. “Clever boy.” But how on earth did Ezra figure he’d find him there?

Blasdell makes his way to the door opening he shouts, Lawrence!!”

The houseman is not far and arrives shortly; knocking once again, he is called in.

“Yes, sir?”

“Lawrence, pack me a bag, come morning I will be traveling towards Denver, see to the arrangements and transportation to a small town called Four Corners.”

“Yes sir, right away.” He leaves and heads to Blasdell's room to pack a bag. Come early morning will find him at the train station making arrangements for his departure.

* * * * * * *

Late afternoon the following day John Blasdell was headed towards Denver by train and would be arriving in Ridge City late evening the next day.

He began to wonder how this all happened, Blasdell was so close already two of the men responsible for what he believed to have contributed to the death of his wife, Monica Blasdell. They had been married or would have been married 20 years this month. That woman was the light of his life. Now the man who caused her death was free, but his day would come.

Her death happened almost four years ago. They were in Boston visiting friends; one night they were invited to the theater, after that performance they hailed a cab, it was there anniversary and took an evening carriage ride before following their friends to their home, it was romantic just like she liked it.

Everything was going find, and then out from no where a young man, thief ran in front of the carriage scaring the animals, it was deliberate. The man was trying to give himself time to get away from the authorities that were chasing him.

Of course the law didn’t see it that way, they were more interested in the charges of burglary, so they ruled his wife’s murder as a tragic accident.

Now after so many years of planning, Herbert Brooks and Edmond Hoytt have been taken care of. The former Brooks defended one Woodrow Rowell, an insect by Blasdell's standard, someone that should have been stepped on years before all this happened. The latter Hoytt, the doctor who could not same his wife, she bled internally according to the Doctor.

There is also the prosecuting attorney Arthur Golding who was interested in the felony charges instead of the murder committed. I’m sure Charlie Feathers will be taking care of him in a few days, and last but by no means least the judge who presided through the case calling the whole thing a tragic accident instead of murder. Judge Orin Travis, he went on to become a territorial judge out west. As though a man like him could bring justice to the west when he had not brought justice to the city of Boston where he originally held court.

No, Judge Orin Travis should be held accountable for the decision concerning his wife. She would not rest until justice prevailed. Maybe the young southern lad who took that list knew what he was doing when he took it. Now that he was headed towards Four Corners he, John Blasdell will exact justice him self.

He smiled while these thoughts went through his mind.

* * * * * * *

Sitting in the restaurant of the quaint town of Four Corners is five hardened gunslingers and two small boys.

“Can I have a slice of peach pie?” Vin asks trying to decide what to order.

“Now Vin you can’t have dessert before you’ve had dinner.” Buck replies.

“If’n I order dinner, can I have a slice of peach pie?”

After the two boys finished their evening repast Josiah takes them over to the Church. Bringing cots for both boys and finally laying in them Vin looks over to the southerner.

“Ez, you tired?”

“Yes, Mr. Tanner quite tired.” Yawning to emphasize that Vin should be sleepy also.

“Why you keep calling me Mr. Tanner? You know I’m just a kid, no need to call me mister.” He states.

A deep sigh is heard, “I shall endeavor to comply with your request.”

“Huh!”

“Okay.” Ezra replies.

Vin smiles shifting in the cot trying to get as comfortable as possible; “Hey Ez?”

“Yes, Mr… Vin.” Also trying to get as comfortable, while wishing for his feather bed.

“What, ya think of Mr. Larabee?” He asks.

“A formidable gentleman to be sure.”

“I like him, he looks like a real cowboy, don’t you think?”

Ezra chuckles, “you would be wise not to mention that in front of Mr. Larabee?”

“Why’s that?” Rolling over to his side to look over at the southerner.

“Well, I believe Mr. Larabee, will shoot anyone who’d call him cowboy.”

“Nah, he wouldn’t shoot me.” Sounding very confident.

Ezra rolls over to face the young Texan. “Pray tell how can you be so sure?”

“Easy, he likes me.”

Ezra raises an eyebrow, while Vin satisfied with his reply shifts again laying back on the cot, closes his eyes and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

Ezra shaking his head also lays back and falls asleep.

Part Eleven

John Blasdell arrives in Ridge City, Langston and his men waiting on the boardwalk. They had received word that Blasdell would be arriving post haste and to wait for his arrival.

They made arrangements for a horse and buggy to take Blasdell and made their mounts ready to depart the next morning.

Langston spots his boss disembarking from the train. “Mr. Blasdell.” He calls out.

“Good, Mr. Langston, I hope you’ve made arrangements to depart as soon as possible?”

“Yes, Mr. Blasdell. We have everything ready. We have a room for you this evening and will leave first thing in the morning.”

“And your sure Ezra’s headed for Four Corners?”

“Yes sir, he’s also traveling with another boy.”

“Really, pity we’ll have to be rid of both boys then.”

“Sir, we’ve also heard about the law in Four Corners, that may pose a problem.”

This stops the man cold, “problem gentlemen? What kind of problem?”

“Well seems Judge Travis him self hired five gunslingers to protect the town, most people around here call them ‘los cinco magnificos’ the magnificent five.”

Blasdell starts laughing, “The Magnificent Five how quaint, but they, I repeat they will not stand in the way of justice gentlemen.” With that said he returns back heading to the hotel.

* * * * * * *

The next morning Vin was up before the sun and got him self-dress and headed for the town jail. He knew Chris Larabee would be there and wanted to see him again.

Chris leaned back stretching his long legs along the boardwalk. This time of morning was always so peaceful. Of course that wouldn’t last, but he’d like sitting there just watching the town. He heard the soft footsteps and smiled, some how he knew he’d have company this morning.

“Morning Vin.” He heard a small snort, then the soft foot steps again as they near’d.

“How you’d know it was me?” The boy asks while getting his own chair from inside the jail and dragging it out.

“The sound of your feet along the boardwalk,” looking at that boy. “If you plan on sneaking up on a man best to walk softly. That way he can’t hear you?”

“Who said I was sneaking up to you were just walking to sit with you. Keep you company is all.”

“Oh.” They both sat quietly watching the town Vin looking over at the dark clad gunslinger trying to emulate his reclining posture, but his legs were too short and couldn’t reach the floor to push him self back. Chris looked over and smiled.

The sound of horses pulled man and boy towards the end of town an early stagecoach was arriving with an escort, ‘must be someone important,’ thought Chris.

Judge Travis’ coach arrived ahead of schedule apparently he was at Fort Laramie and was given a military escort. It would be good to see his daughter-in-law and grandson. As he stepped down the coach he notice Chris Larabee sitting next to a small boy, at first he thought it was Billy but at closer inspection this boy was thin and a little taller.

“Good morning Chris.” His hand outstretch to the gunslinger.

“Morning Judge.” The gunslinger drawled shaking the pre offered hand.

“Whose your friend?” Indicating the boy standing next to him.

“This here’s Vin Tanner.” He sighed, the Judge knew something was wrong the moment he saw the look in the gunslinger. “Judge why don’t we have breakfast, I got some rather disturbing news recently.”

Judge Travis nodded then looking at the regiment. “Tell Major Troy, thanks for the escort, and let him known we have a chess match next month.”

“Yes sir.” The Captain smiled and nodded his head. “Alright men move out.” With that they turn in unison and headed out of town. Vin stayed to watch as they departed, never in his young life could he have imagined seeing such wonders, but since meeting with Ezra its been one wonder after another.

Chris looked back noticing his shadow was not there, “Vin, you coming?” He waited as the young Texan pull him self from the sight of the soldiers, he’d have something to tell Ezra when he finally woke up.

“Coming,” he shouted and then was running to catch up as Judge Travis and Chris were almost inside the restaurant next to the saloon.

* * * * * * *

Shortly after ordering breakfast, Chris, Vin and Judge Travis, heard before seeing the southerner and Josiah as they entered the restaurant.

“I do not understand Mr. Sanchez the significance of eating breakfast when we have to rise at the ungodly hour just to part take in the repast?”

“Now son, I told you breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Ezra just threw his arms up in frustration.

Vin smiled, “hey Ezra over here we ordered breakfast. You sleep okay?” The Texan’s grin lit up seeing his friend.

“Apparently, Mr. Sanchez thoughts so, so he decided to awaken me at this ungodly hour.”

“Is morning Ez, best time to get up.”

“I am surround by heathens.” Shaking he’s head.

“Now son watch your language.” Sanchez remarked.

“Told ya Ez Mr. Sanchez knows about bad speech.”

“That is bad language Mr. Tanner.”

Vin eyed him with one of his glares making Josiah smirk at Chris, seems the young lad is being influence by a certain gunslinger. Josiah hid his smile as Larabee showed him his glare.

Part Twelve

Three days had pass since the arrival of two young boys to Four Corners… Three days since Judge Travis was informed of the list… Three days since telegrams were sent to the remaining people on that list.

Ezra explained to Judge Travis he’s relation to John Blasdell. He didn’t know the circumstances of the names on the list or why Blasdell had targeted these men.

Judge Travis had tried to recall the name of Blasdell so he sent a wire to a friend of his from Boston his last appointed post as a court Judge, before he and his wife decided to move out west, he now waited to receive word.

* * * * * * *

Just outside of Texas, Woodrow Rowell, surveyed the scene before him. After his time in prison, Woody to his friends, promised himself never to live in small enclosed structures, at least whenever possible. He preferred sleeping outdoors and under the stars. Keeping that in mind he learn to work cattle, and would hire on as a trail hand. It was hard work, but left you in the open country.

The trail herd he was traveling with was from Texas moving out to Colorado with close to 70 head of cattle and only six trail hands, a trail boss and cook left you saddle sore. The only good was the pay and the breath taking scenery they traveled through.

* * * * * * *

Charlie Feathers had left Missouri after dealing with Brooks, he was well informed on the whereabouts of his next kill. A young man who would be heading from Texas and entering Kansas. He would be meeting up with the trail herd that Rowell was maneuver into taking a job their. Rowell would be dead by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Then he would head to Colorado to take care of Judge Travis.

* * * * * * *

Woody woke early the next morning; it was late summer with a hint of early an autumn in the air. This time of year was late for a cattle drive, the death of the rancher Jock Crandall and the bitter dispute from his four sons fighting for their peace of the inheritance, eventually delayed the trail herd from leaving earlier. Which was great for Woody this gave him the opportunity to make additional money where as most of the other men were already at their final destination.

With breakfast finished, horses saddled the last trail herd were on its way.

By late afternoon the men stopped for lunch before crossing the river with their cattle. Woody wondered over a hilltop looking for any stray animals. Walking down the hill he spotted a cow and her calf. Moving over to them he heard a rustling in the bushes thinking of some predator he pulled his revolver and pointed with the cock pulled back. Two rabbits made a run to the next bush bringing a chuckle to the young man. Satisfied of no immediate danger and taking the hint from both animals in front of him he continued towards them.

He never reached them as a large body mass tackled him from his side and with a quick motion slit his throat, with wide eyes seeing the painted mad man looking down on him and two gasps of breath the young mans eyes light went out.

Charlie Feathers smiled at the rush of adrenalin coursing through him and had him breathing heavily. He was getting paid to feel this rush, white men and their ways?

* * * * * * *

Four Corners, Billy Travis was watching carefully try to find out the southerners magic card trick, or at least how it was done, but he couldn’t see it.

Vin was also watching wondering where Ezra had learned the tricks.

Even JD had to admit the dexterity of the boy’s hands with those cards no telling what he was capable of performing.

Mary Travis watched the small boy’s and young man looking at the southern boy as she walked over. “Billy, it’s time for lunch. Why don’t you tell the boys you’ll see them later?”

Billy looked at his mother ready to protest, but she just gave him a nod to mind her, he sighed, “I gotta go, see you later.” And followed his mother.

Both Ezra and Vin watched with sad eyes, both missing their mothers, not that JD was doing any better he too missed his ma.

“All right guys, what say we go have some lunch too?” With that the three march over to the restaurant next to the saloon.

* * * * * * *

“What do you plan on doing with the boys, Judge?” Buck asked.

“I left a message with the telegraph office in San Francisco, but young Mr. Tanner didn’t know which orphanage Father Moreno was heading for. Hopefully the wire will arrive when the train does.”

Buck nodded. “And Ezra, where you able to reach his mother?”

“No, seems, Ezra wasn’t aware his mother left to travel overseas. There’s no telling when she’ll be returning.”

“Aw hell. You tell Ezra?”

Judge Travis nodded. “He was surprise but didn’t say anything, I don’t know if the boy has any other relations and Ezra seems reluctant to mention any.”

Chris was listening while sipping his beer. He couldn’t believe about Ezra’s ma, hell Sarah never let Adam out of her sight more then a few minutes. Hell she’d shout just to hear his call back that he was either with him or buck. He smiled at that protective way she had about her.

“If Father Moreno receives the wire, I’ll make arrangements to travel with Mr. Tanner, after things settle here. As to Ezra maybe one of you gentlemen can persuade him to tell you of any known family members we can send him too?”

Part Thirteen

Late evening that same day, John Blasdell and his men arrived in Four Corners. Making arrangements to stay at the local hotel sighing under the name of Mr. Rocher, a businessman from New Orleans looking to buy property in town.

“Welcome to Four Corners, sir, if there is anything I can help you with please don’t hesitate to ask.” The hotel clerk eyed the expensive businessman attire as well as jewelry; he figured some of that money coming into his hands.

Blasdell looked at the clerk seeing the greed oozing from his skin. He knew the type and would gladly use it. “Yes, I would like to know more about the law in town. If I do decide to invest here, I’d like to know how secure I would be?”

“Yes, of course.” As the clerk explained how Judge Travis the territorial circuit judge first hired these men.

* * * * * * *

Ezra and Vin were getting ready for bed, both Chris and Josiah wishes to speak with both boys.

“So, if’en Father Moreno has a family for me I will be leaving for San Fran…ancisco;” Vin hoping to pronounce the word correctly.

“Yeah, Judge Travis already sent a wire not sure if this Father Moreno has arrived their or not, but we’re hoping that someone will remember the priest.” Chris explained.

Vin was looking at Chris some how willing the dark-glad gunslinger to see that he wanted to stay with him.

Ezra looking at the young Texan was surprised at how easily he’d come to trust the man, not that he would admit that he had similar thoughts, ‘oh mother would be sooo proud.’ Mother what was she thinking going off to god knows where and just leaving him with a stranger not to mention a psychopath.

“And Ezra, there must be someone we can contact, a relative that would gladly take you in while your mother is away?” The ex-preacher was hoping somehow to put the young southerner at ease, but the boy seemed distant and reluctant to trust them.

“Mr. Sanchez, in all honesty I can’t think of any relation to want to take me gladly. But if it will make you happy I do have an uncle whom I’ve stayed with and currently resides in Stockton, and since Mr. Tanner and Judge Travis will be traveling to California I shall gladly accompany the gentlemen.”

Of course, no way in hell was he planning on staying with his uncle Theodore the man was a drunk, and the last time he was their that man had beaten him a time or two. The first chance he got he’d leave. His mother had taught him how to survive and survive he would.

Of course, he wasn’t sure what to do about Vin, what if things didn’t work out for the boy he still felt responsible for the Texan, he’d think on it later.

Josiah smiled, “good we’ll talk to Judge Travis to send a wire to your uncle to expect your arrival soon.” With that he padded both boys and helped them into their cots tucking them in. “Now you get some sleep and things will look better in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Sanchez, Mr. Larabee.”

“Night Josiah,” and with a lopsided grin to Chris, “Night Cowboy.”

Chris looked at the blond, blue-eyed boy seeing the smile on his face, he snorted shaking his head. “Night boys.” He replied, Josiah chuckling as they both walked out.

* * * * * * *

Out in the church hall Josiah turned to Chris, “you know that boy has a soft spot for you?”

The gunslinger stopped to look at the ex-preacher. “Don’t go their Josiah. That boy is better off away from here and especially me;” the vehemence in his voice as well as the sadness quite evident.

Josiah watched the gunslinger retreating form. He knew that the man would miss the boy as much as that boy would miss him. Some how the ex-preacher felt there was a reason for both boys being here now. Josiah returns to his room for the night.

* * * * * * *

“Well it seems Judge Travis is still here.” Blasdell commented. “We’ll deal with Ezra and the Judge together.”

“Sir, what about those five men?” Langston asked.

Thinking on it, “perhaps we can come up with a diversion or Feathers might be of help. In any case, these men will not hinder my plans. Now I suggest you all get some rest tomorrow I want you to the find out where Ezra has been keeping him self.”

“But sir, he’ll recognize us?” Joe whined. Blasdell looked at him and he flinch. “Sorry, sir we’ll be discrete.”

“See that you are.” Blasdell finished.

* * * * * * *

Charlie Feathers was now on his way to Four Corners and would also being arriving in the morning. At this point he had no knowledge that Blasdell was in town nor had he even heard of the five men. Not that this information would deter the man he loved a challenge.

* * * * * * *

Early morning Chris was cinching his horse Diablo when Vin sidled up next to the man. “Well your getting better, didn’t hear you that time.” Looking down at the boy.

“Where you going?”

“Got patrol this morning.” Finishing up he led the horse out of the stall and livery.

“Kin I come with ya?” Asked the small boy.

“Nope, could be dangerous.” He mounted his horse and rode out not looking back.

Vin just looked at the man, not understanding why he was always leaving him behind. He ran back to the livery to saddle his horse. “Hope Ez don’t mind, don’t ‘spect he’ll be riding you.” Quickly talking to the horse both boys had named Nugget.

A few minutes later he caught up to the dark clad gunslinger, Chris looked at the boy. “Thought I told you not to come?”

Vin wasn’t going to be put off. “You got to have somebody watch your back. So I ain’t going.”

This time Chris whirled pulling the reins on the boy’s horse towards him. “Adam you are going back now!” The black clad gunslinger didn’t even realized what he said until Vin answered.

“Who’s Adam?” Those simple words made Chris wince.

He took in a deep breath and then let it out. Bowing his head, “he was my son.”

Vin was scared now, he could hear the mans trembling voice, “what happen to him?” The boy asked.

Looking at the blue concern eyes Chris couldn’t help answering, he didn’t understand how easily he could talk to the boy. “He and his mother were killed a few years back. While I was away.” The man sighed.

Vin bowed his head and then reached over with his small hands placing them on the gunslingers hands. “I’m sorry Chris, I’ll go back iffen you want me too?”

Chris smiled at the boy, “nah, could use the company.”

They continued on patrol in companionable silence, with the gunslingers thoughts on the past. But he looked over at the boy also lost in thought. Realizing that the boy also lost his family. It was strange now thinking on it, but Vin was the exact opposite of him. While the gunslinger often thought of Adam living, what would have happen if both Sarah and he died instead? Buck, he was sure would watch over the boy, but what would happen if he too died? Would Adam be like Vin, lost and alone trying to fit in? Chris wasn’t sure if he’d be doing Vin a service by taking him in. What would happen if his past reared up again and another boy lost his life because of him? No Vin has to see the truth he’s better off without him.

Suddenly Vin looked over to his right catching a glint of light shinning towards the horizon, he pulled his horse to a stop, and Chris pulled up along side the boy following his gaze.

The dark clad gunslinger strain his eyes trying to a glimpse of what the boy was seeing? “What is it Vin?” He asked.

“Not sure.” The boy replied. He paused and then realized what he was looking at. “Oh no!” He shouts urging his horse to a full gallop.

Chris follows not sure what the boy saw, but trusting him, knowing whatever was going on was serious.

As they traveled nearer to their objective, Chris finally saw what Vin was looking at. A small boy up a tree trying to keep away from two rather large dogs, the gunslinger sped up reaching Vin and pulling his reins back, so lost in thought that the sudden movement startled him.

“Stay here!” Chris shouted. Pulling his rifle from his saddle he fired a shot killing one of the dogs, the other backed off, then tried charging the gunslinger there was no fear only anger and maybe hate from the animal. Chris shot him as well.

These were the two animals that must have been plaguing the area; they had actually pulled down several cattle along the neighboring ranches and other livestock from the homesteads as well.

How these dogs came to be, no one knew, most thought they were coyotes, or maybe even wolves coming down the mountains, but to actually see they were just dogs? Well it was a shock, domestic animals turn feral were the worst and dangerous of beast.

Now with both dead the small boy jumps off the tree and stares at the two white people. He recognizes the man in black, his father had asked for their help when the river that ran through their village rose too high causing great peril to the villagers.

The white boy with eyes like the great sky startled him; he’d never seen such eyes.

“Your name is Chanu, isn’t?”

The dark hair boy nodded in response.

“Where’s your father?”

The silent boy merely pointed behind him.

“Come on then, I’ll take you home.” Chris reach down and the boy reached up and took the gunslingers arm and was quickly pulled behind the man.

Part Fourteen

Back in town Josiah had once again awaken the young southern boy from a peaceful slumber. “Oh, bother.” Ezra mumbled; stretching his slender frame, he pulled he’s covers off and began to wash then dress.

Ezra didn’t have to look to his friend’s cot he knew the Texan was probably in the company of the man in black.

They were becoming inseparable and that worried Ezra. Vin was going to be hurt one way or another.

Josiah waited for the boy, seeing him approach; he was dress immaculately as always, but underneath all that frill, the ex-preacher knew the boy was seething. As the boy put it ‘who greets the day at such an ungodly hour.’ Josiah could only laugh.

“Good morning little brother.” Josiah reminded the southerner.

“And pray tell what is so good about this morning?” Ezra replied.

The ex-preacher padded the boy as they both walked towards the restaurant for breakfast.

* * * * * * *

Langston peered out his window of the hotel and watched as Ezra walk towards the restaurant, he grabbed his hat and descended the steps. He saw Joe one of his men, talking with the waitress and headed his way. Whispering in his ear Joe got up and walked out the back door.

“Since when is that boy up at this hour?” Joe asked.

“He’s with that big man. I think he’s some sort of preacher. They were coming from the direction of the church.” Langston replied.

Joe laughed, “That preacher know what kind of kid he has? Wonder if he’s been at the saloon?”

“Well if I know Ezra, he’ll make it one way or another. He’s mother’ always telling him to practice. You know he’ll do what she tells him.”

“Yeah,” replied Joe. “That when we’ll grab him?”

“Best time to do it, will be when he’s on his own. Ezra will ditch the preacher as soon as he can. He’ll watch the stagecoach for any rich folk and then we’ll have him, ‘til then stay out of sight he may recognize you or Bill.”

“All right boss.” Joe went back up to the second floor of the hotel to lay low.

* * * * * * *

Chris and Vin arrived at the Indian settlement outside of Four Corners. The young Indian boy riding tall behind the dark clad gunslinger.

Kojay, the Indian elder and chief of the settlement with his eldest son next to him watched the approaching visitors. Suddenly noticing his youngest son behind the tall white man, he approaches.

“Chanu, are you well son?” The voice of a father concern, before the voice of a leader, was heard.

“Yes, father.” The boy response quickly dismounting the horse and running towards his father, all Indian pride set aside at seeing his father once again.

Once reunited, Chris slowly dismounts tipping his hat in greeting. Kojay’s outstretch hand quickly taken by the gunslinger.

“Welcome to our home.” Kojay greets. “Has my son caused a problem?” The chief now asks.

“No Kojay, your boy just had a bit of bad luck. Which we merely help out.” Chris replied casually.

Kojay turns to his son for an explanation.

“Two dogs attacked,” looking down at his feet in embarrassment. “They had me trap up a tree, father.” The young boy wasn’t sure what his father would say, he was suppose to be a brave Indian warrior after all. He looked at the young white boy looking to see if the boy would laugh at him.

Vin merely stared along the village he’d never been to an Indian settlement, this was exciting, looking back at Chanu, the boy they brought back he smiled hopping the boy saw the pride of being welcomed into his home.

Kojay was looking at his son, and nodded. “Are you hurt?”

Chanu looked up at his father seeing only concern in his eyes. “No father; the man and his boy killed the dogs and helped me.”

Kojay nodded again, padding his son, looking at the dark clad gunslinger he replied, “thank you, would you honor us and join us in a morning meal, we have plenty to share?” The chief invited.

Chris looked at Vin and saw the wonder on the boys face and agreed. “You up for some breakfast?” Chris asked.

Vin smiled looking at his partner, “sure Chris.” Quickly dismounting Nugget in answer.

* * * * * * *

Ezra was quietly eating his meal, carefully watching the preacher as he was watching the boy.

“Is there something on your mind Mr. Sanchez?” The young southerner asked.

“Just wondered if you’re all right? I know your mothers sudden trip must have shocked you?”

Ezra looked briefly away, then with his poker face on as the other started calling it, the southerner smiled, as he replied. “Nonsense Mr. Sanchez, my mother is her own person and as such can do as she deems necessary.” He merely shrugged it off, as an everyday occurrence.

“Still I should think she would ask for you to travel with her?”

“Sir, my mother as you know is on her honeymoon, I doubt she’d want her son under foot.” He replied.

Josiah just shook his head; he still didn’t think she should have left the boy behind without knowing his whereabouts. “Still…”

Ezra interrupted him, “Mr. Sanchez if you have grown tired of me, and perhaps I should depart sooner?”

“No, son, its not that at all. It’s just that…”

Again Ezra interrupted, “you can’t change what has happened, what is done is done.”

Josiah was now certain that this wasn’t the first time Ezra had been left behind. He felt sorry for the boy, but thought it was best not to let him know. ‘I don’t think he’d appreciate that,’ he thought.

* * * * * * * *

By mid-day, both Chris and Vin were ready to return, having had a satisfying meal. Kojay watched the man and boy getting ready to leave.

“Mr. Larabee, may I have a word with you?”

The dark clad gunslinger inclined his head and walked over to the Indian Chief. Padding Vin’s leg in assurance he walked over to him, Chris stopped, “is something wrong Kojay?”

“No my friend.” Looking thoughtful at the small boy waiting patiently a top his horse, he again turned to the gunslinger. “That boy is very special.”

Chris frowns. “What do you mean?”

“My son told me that both of you rode fast to aid him. Yet he didn’t see you until you were close enough to be seen. Was it the boy who saw my son first?”

Chris had been thinking a lot about how Vin had seen Chanu from so far away. Is that what the man was talking about?

“Yes, now what do you mean by special?” Chris wanted to know.

“I have never seen the gift given to a white before, but perhaps you should ask the boy.”

As usual the man was as bad as Josiah. Chris frown again, as Kojay nodded then walked away from the man. The gunslinger walked back to his mount and both he and the boy rode out at an easy cantor.

* * * * * * *

Charlie Feathers rode into Four Corners, while Chris and Vin were out of town and young Ezra managed to slip by the ex-preacher and found himself a nice game of chance.

Feathers; stalled his horse and felt the presence of another man behind him, moving quickly he had his knife in hand and now at the throat of the stranger.

Langston nearly wet his pants as he lifted his hands in supplication.

Feathers didn’t move waiting for an answer.

“Mr. Blasdell sent me. He’s waiting for you in the hotel, room nine.”

“What is he doing here?” Feathers still didn’t move from his position.

Langston was sweating, “there something’s that have changed, Mr. Blasdell wants to talk to you?”

The Indian sneered, he didn’t like changes, and “I’ll come tonight, not before.” Was his reply.

Langston nodded and Feathers removed the knife. Langston made for a quick escape feeling lucky to be away from the Indian.

* * * * * * *

Out on the trail Chris and Vin rode in companionable silence each with their own thoughts.

“Vin, how you know that boy was there?”

The blue-eyed Texan looked over at hi tall companion. “I saw him.” He answered with the innocence of a small boy.

“I know Vin, but how’d you manage to see him from so far away?”

“Don’t know, just did.” Shrugging his shoulders not understanding what the gunslinger was asking. ‘Think I’ll ask Ezra?’ He thought.

Part Fifteen

They arrived back in Four Corners late afternoon; Chris and Vin had been out most of the day. Vin was tired, both headed to the livery to put their horse up. The boy stopped by the new horse, he could smell something bad on the animal, he instinctively took the dark clad gunslingers hand, he needed to feel safe, and Chris always makes him feel safe.

Chris looked down at the boy, he was tempted to remove his hand, he didn’t want the feelings the boy was causing, the fact Vin would be leaving them in a few days didn’t help. But something in the boy’s eyes told him to hold on, and so instinctively he squeezed the boys hand in reassurance.

Outside they made their way towards the saloon. Chris wanted to check on the others and find out any news on the killer.

Buck met them just before they entered. “Hey pard, was getting worried, thought we have to send a posse out.” Smiling as he looked at the two clasp hands.

Vin answered, “we met real Indians Buck, it was great, have you seen Ezra, want to tell him all about it?”

Buck had to smile, the enthusiasm rivaled JD’s. “Well Vin, I can’t say where he is, haven’t seen him since breakfast.”

“Oh,” Vin wanted to enter the saloon, he had a feeling Ezra’d be there. But wasn’t sure if Chris would be mad. He knew that his mother always told him it wasn’t safe in there. But Ezra seems to always have fun in there. Then again, he remembered those men in Ridge City, Ezra told him they weren’t mad at him, but with Ezra since he beat them in poker.

He decided to wait; Chris had let his hand go and then kneeled in front of him. “Vin why don’t you go over to the church and find out if Josiah like to join us for dinner?”

“Okay Chris.” He walked casually and then when he heard the batwing doors move he stopped, and then looked under trying to find Ezra. There was a lot of noise and activity going on then cursing and shouting.

Chris and Buck noticed the rise of commotion over by the back usually where the gambling took place. They had on occasion broken up fights, without words both men made their way.

Vin also made his way right behind Chris and Buck.

* * * * * * *

Tucker, a regular patron of the town saloon, couldn’t believe a young boy could have so much money, but then looking at the kid he’d probably belonged to some rich snob just arrived in town.

Well if the boy wanted to loose his daddy’s money who was he to argue. So, he and his buddies allowed the boy to join them. Noticing first that none of the five peacekeepers were around.

Soon hand after hand, the boy would win. Frustrating Tucker and the other three with him. It was payday and they had plenty to spend. With that in mind the boys began to suspect they’d been had.

Tucker called the kid on it as the young southern boy won another hand. “You must think I’m an idiot?” He shouted. “You little cheat.”

“Sir I take umbrage at that heinous accusation.” Ezra drawled.

Tucker just seethe, he lifted his hand to hit the kid when a strong dark arm held his. Tucker was going to shoot the intruder when he notices the angry green eyes of one Chris Larabee, the man paled.

He’d heard how fast the man was.

“Mister you don’t hit a child.” Chris spoke in little more then a whisper but it carried as all activity in the saloon stopped.

“Sorry, Mr. Larabee didn’t know he’s yours.”

Chris let go of the man’s arm. “Thought I told you not to cause no trouble?”

“The boys cheating.” Tucker whined.

“That is untrue sir. Ezra spoke defiantly, looking over at Chris and saw the glare, he quickly turn away bowing his head. Ezra felt his shoulder squeezed turning he saw Vin and smiled.

“Look he cheated me out of twenty-five dollars.” Buck whistled. “I want it back.” The other men wanted nothing more than to leave the now angry gunslinger.

“Tuck, maybe we should just go?” The young man named Jake trying to pull Tuck before Larabee started shooting. His glare alone could kill you.

One of the older work hands that knew Larabee’s reputation decided to change the subject. “Now boys we told Mr. James that all we’d do is bring in the body we found this morning, and then we should be heading back anyways.”

Chris looked at him. “Body, you know who he was?”

“Found some papers in he’s wallet said he’s name was Woodrow Rowell. Probably working trail, we saw one passing through the night before, look like they left him behind or didn’t even know he was missing.

“Where’s the body now?”

“Over at the undertakers.” Looking at the others. “We should go boys.” The older man said.

“And see to it your man cools off before coming into town again,” then looking at Tucker. “You cause trouble again and I’ll shoot you myself.” The men got up Tucker were about to say something about the boy but one look from Larabee and he changed his mind.

Chris then turns his attention to the southern boy, “what the hell are in doing inside a saloon?!” The gunslinger shouted.

“It’s what I do Mr. Larabee.” Was the boy’s reply?

“What are you talking about?”

“Mr. Larabee, I am a gambler, the saloon is where I conduct business.”

This simple statement spoke volumes, especially as he understood the reason why the boy always seem to speak as well as act like an adult rather than a child should.

“Not while you’re in my town understood.” Was Chris’ simple reply?

Ezra said nothing merely incline his head in response, he wasn’t about to argue with a man with loaded guns.

Chris looked over at Buck who quickly hid his smile.

“We’re going to the undertakers to check that body.” Chris led the four; he knew Buck would be following with the two boys close behind. The name the old man spoke was familiar; it seems another name on that list would need to be scratched off.

When they arrived, Buck had the two boys wait outside; Nathan was already inside examining body.

“Nathan, what can you tell me?” Chris asked of the former slave.

“Who ever did this was right handed, as the slash looks like it was done left to right, he was maybe about the same height as the boy, but strong. There’s some bruising on his back more so than from just a fall, my guess his throat was slash from behind and then pulled down roughly, why that I can’t tell…”

Just then Josiah spoke as he too arrived. “My guess would be that the killer wanted to see the eyes of his victim.”

Buck just looked incredulous, “what makes you say that?”

“Among some tribes, when you look into the eyes of death it gives you strength.” Josiah shook his head; he could never understand that part of the warriors thinking. “I know it’s hard to believe or even understand. But to a brave, killing it’s enemy and seeing the light go out of their eyes, it’s like taking their soul, giving the brave a power, a sort of adrenaline rush if you will. I can’t explain it, but that’s what they believe.” Shrugging his shoulders.

“So, you think this might be an Indian?”

“Could be, but I don’t think he’s from any of the tribes around these parts, he could also be a rogue. If it is then he’s even more dangerous.”

“Because he’s doing this for money or power.”

“Could be for both.” Josiah replied.

“You ever heard of anything like this?” Buck asked.

“Nope.”

* * * * * * *

“Did you give him the message?” Asked Blasdell.

“Yes sir, he said to expect him tonight, not before.” Langston replied, “What are you planning sir.”

“Well, I think I’ll have Mr. Feathers take care of our little boy Ezra.”

Langston gasp, “sir he just a boy, you can…"

Blasdell stared at the man before him daring him to say any more. Blasdell was beyond help now. His obsession with revenge was slowing eating away at the man’s very soul. He was done waiting and the threat that a small boy pose was not going to deter the man from continuing with the deaths of all involved in what he now believed to be a conspiracy to murder his wife.

Part Sixteen

Ezra and Vin waited outside the examining room for news of their findings. The southerner looked at his friend who only recently stood by him, as Mr. Larabee chastise him about his life style. This new feeling of friendship felt right. He just hoped that he wouldn’t make things worse.

“Ez, why you keep staring?”

“I’m sorry,” bowing his head. “I like to thank you for your support.”

Vin frown, not quite sure he understood. “Whaja mean?” The younger boy asked.

“With Mr. Larabee over at the saloon.”

“Oh, ain’t your fault Ez, like you say you’re a gambler.”

“Yes, well never the less you were there to give support and I thank you.”

Vin just grins and inclined his head.

Chris and the others came out of the room the three youngest waiting.

“What’s up Chris?” JD who was the town’s official sheriff asked.

Just then Judge Travis walked in hearing the news of the mysterious death. “Gentlemen, I just heard the news.”

“Judge looks like another name on that list just died.”

“Who?”

“A man by the name of Woodrow Rowell.”

Judge Travis recognized the name, and after receiving a wire from Boston he now knew the why. The Judge sighed.

Chris knew that look and knew the Judge would tell them why.

They followed the Judge outside and to the jail. Gathering inside he began to explain. “A few years back, when I was a court judge in Boston. There was a case where a woman was killed in a tragic accident cause when Mr. Rowell had robbed some folks and the police were after him and came across a carriage, he somehow spooked the horses and they reared causing a distraction, one of the officers in the pursuit was injured the others managed to apprehend Mr. Rowell, but the horses had gotten away from the driver knocking the carriage over and pulling the man. The driver hit the ground hard and was pulled, Mrs. Blasdell was killed instantly and Mr. Blasdell was also injured; at the trial Mr. Blasdell incident that the boy hang for the crime of murder. Given the testimony of the police it was apparent that no one foresaw the outcome of that one act including Mr. Rowell, I sentence the boy to ten years, at which time he would be up for parole. From what I received this afternoon, he was release a few months ago and was making a new start, the other names on the list where also involved in the trial.”

He paused a moment bringing out the list. “Herbert Brooks was the lawyer who represent Mr. Rowell, Dr Edmond Hoytt was the doctor who attended Mr. Blasdell, and his wife though she died at the scene long before Dr. Hoytt saw her, I remember that he blamed the Doctor for not saving her. And of course I was the Judge on that trial so he blamed me for not sending the boy to the gallows. There is also the name Arthur Golding the prosecuting attorney, was also found dead, he was vacationing in New Orleans, where his body turned up mutilated. Which means I’ll be the last.”

* * * * * * *

It was now late evening, up on the second floor of the town hotel, Feathers entered through the side window. In side the room sat John Blasdell patiently waiting the arrival of his hired killer.

“You took long enough.”

The Indian looked at him with a stone face, showing no emotion. He merely shrugged and moved to the empty chair and sat.

Blasdell stood from his chair and walked over to the window, looking down he smirked at the Indians daring. “I’ve decided to change your next target, Mr. Feathers.” Still looking through the window with his back to the Indian.

“So your man said.” Was the only response so far, that’s what Blasdell, liked about the Indian a man of few words.

“There is a small boy who arrived a few days ago, he has a southern accent, light brown hair and green eyes. I would like you to take care of him and I’ll see to the Judge.”

“We had a deal, the judge is mine.” Feathers stood and walked to leave by the front door.

“What is it Feathers are you afraid to kill a child?” Blasdell’s cold eyes looked at the man before him. “Or is it the green eyes that bother you?”

This got a reaction from the Indian. “What do you know of green eyes?”

He shrugged, “only heard rumors that you won’t go near anyone with green eyes. That someone with green eyes will mean your death. At least that’s what I heard.”

He began to pace this time almost like a caged animal.

“This is merely a child, take the child’s life and you break the taboo, you will be free of this ridiculous fear of yours and think of the power you can obtain from the boy.”

“Why don’t you kill the boy?”

“The boy doesn’t mean anything to me, I want the Judge, but the child must die also for trying to interfere with my plans. I will pay you double for taking care of the boy.”

Feathers began to pace again wondering about his recurring nightmare and those haunting green eyes that foretold his death. He stopped then looked at Blasdell, nodded his head, and then exited the front door.

Charlie Feathers headed through the back stairs to reach outside the hotel, he didn’t want anyone to see him leaving. He looked over at the church across and at the end of the street was where he’d find the boy. Feathers made his way over to the building walking with a purpose not really caring if anyone saw him.

Part Seventeen

The six men plus two boys sat in the restaurant eating a late dinner. After the discussion in the jail, time seem to had flown by. Josiah realized how late in the day it was and had asked the two small boys if they were hungry. He received very loud affirmation in response.

Now all eight of them sat with no conversation flowing between any of them; there thoughts all wondering, if they would be able to protect the Judge.

After dinner, Josiah walked the boys back to the church, again in silence. Once the boys were tucked in their cots the ex-preacher left for his own room next door.

“Ezra?” Vin called.

“Yes, Vin.”

Moving around to get a better look at the southern, the young Texan continued. “Never got a chance to tell you about the Indians I met on patrol this morning?”

Ezra smiled not looking at his young friend, “Do tell… were they the savages the books seem to portray them?”

“Na’ they were real nice like. Even got to meet the chief’s son. Names Chanu.”

“My, my Mr. Tanner, you seem to be converting with royalty.” Was the southerner’s dry humor?

“Huh,” was Vin’s reply.

“You met a Chief, you have been honored by meeting such a person.”

“Oh.”

“Vin,” yawning between his conversation. “Would you mind if you telling me your adventurous tale tomorrow. I grow wearing this evening.”

Another yawn and Vin was also picking the yawn as well. “Sure Ez, see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Vin.”

“’Night Ez.”

Both boys could be heard slightly snoring.

* * * * * * *

Outside the church one lone man waits patiently for the right moment to strike. On second floor hotel another man also waits for he’s chance to the final act, of his hideous plan. One final piece will make the plan whole; one final act will bring peace to his long-suffering soul. With the death of one man the plan will be complete.

Part Eighteen

Chris was seating in front of the jail it was nearly dawn, JD would be reliving his shift in another hour. Watching from his vantage point all was quiet, he didn’t know what the day would bring, but he wanted to be as prepared as possible.

He still couldn’t believe all that had happen the last few days. The arrival of two boys, and what seem like a trail of bodies.

He shook his head, Chris was picturing a pair of blue eyes that seem to reveal the shy itself, and there’s that sly grin, and ‘hell where did he get the idea calling him cowboy,’ he thought.

The dark clad gunslinger stood from his post and walked to make his final rounds, ‘no doubt that blond, blue eye kid would be up soon.’

* * * * * * *

Feathers made his way inside the church, entering from the back door. Years of stealth made it easy to travel anywhere without detection.

Entering the small room he saw the two cots and the forms of the boys covered with blankets. Making his way through the Indian reach for the southern boy with green eyes.

On the other cot Vin stirred opening his eyes slowly the young Texan could smell fresh blood. Turning he saw a large shadow cross his vision and suddenly he bolted up looking into the dead eyes of a man with red paint across his face.

The large Indian looked across to the second cot and straight into the eyes of the other boy with a smile he grabbed Ezra.

Long years of being awakened before he was ready gave the young southerner the edge or rather the quick reflexes he needed. The boy kicked, clawed and wiggled away from the rude intruder as he quickly came to his senses. Large green eyes looked at the stranger, trying to hold onto him. The red paint; was a dead give away, this was no ordinary intruder, this man meant him harm.

Vin jumped from his bed over to the southerner to help but was swatted away like a fly. But the Texan wasn’t about to quick; he began to yell at the top of his lungs for the ex-preacher just next door. “Josiah!!!… Josiah!!!” Feathers looked at the down boy, and with two quick steps and still holding the wiggling southerner made to grab Vin. But the young boy was also quick as with all his strength managed to pull himself away.

Just then Josiah appeared scan the situation and with a roar all his own flung himself towards the Indian dropping him to the floor along with Ezra.

Vin ran towards all three grabbing Ezra’s arm and pulling him away from the battling men, but the Indian wouldn’t let him go and scream came from the southerner piercing the early dawn, as his shoulder was pulled awkwardly.

The large ex-preacher began pounding the Indians head on the hard wood floors of the church, hoping the man would release the boy.

Vin finally managed to pull Ezra away, cradling the boy, as they reached the far corner of their room.

Suddenly, both men were now wrestling, neither one getting the upper hand. Then the Indian pulled himself away from the ex-preacher.

Josiah managed to pull the man up from the floor at the same time and locked him into a bear hug, trying to squeeze the life out of his body.

The Indian wasn’t finish; Feathers still had both feet on the ground and push the ex-preacher against the wall, trying to gain his release. Finally after hitting the man four or five times on the wall, Josiah was losing the battle.

Josiah’s back was taking a harsh beating, then the unthinkable happen and the ex-preacher lost his hold. The Indian pulled away, turned and began another beating to his head, and ribs. Now Josiah was having trouble breathing.

Vin tried to find something, anything to help his friend, seeing the cot closes to both men he release Ezra and then ran to the bed, pushing to give Josiah a chance to recover. The Indian merely turn to the boy and push the cot back and began his reign of fist and kicks.

The Texan was getting scared now, not that he wasn’t all ready, but things were looking bad for both his friends then he turned to his right and in came a man dress all in black, and he smiled.

* * * * * * *

Chris was headed towards the church his final stop before heading back, when he heard yelling at first he wasn’t sure if it was the wind playing tricks or actual human sounds, it was the crashes then the scream that finally galvanized the gunslinger into action.

Entering the boy’s room and seeing the scene unfold before him anger entered the man, anger at the brutal assault of one of his men, and the look of fear in-both children, he and his men was protecting.

In three strides the dark clad gunslinger made his way to the two men, with strength from bitter memories of lost love ones he pulled the Indian as if he were responsible for his families death. This was an outlet, something he needed to release the anger fueling him.

Charlie Feathers looked at the new intruder, and his own eyes widen, this time in fear. It was the green eyes from his nightmare. The eyes that had haunted him for years, those eyes now stared in front of him without fear; he only saw rage in those eyes. He backed away from the man.

Chris looked at the preacher, seeing he was still alive, he turned his rage on the other man and threw him against the wall, following him and then lifting him up he tossed him again against another wall clear across the room.

Vin had never seen the gunslinger so mad; he reached for the man as he made his way to the Indian, “Chris… stop, please stop.” He jumped in front of the gunslinger, “Ezra and Josiah need help, please Chris.”

Finally Chris heard the young Texan’s pleas. Looking at the man who lay near unconsciousness and down at his young friend, “It’s okay, Vin. Take me to Ezra.”

With a nod they went to the southerner.

Ezra’s eyes were shut tightly from the pain in his arm.

“Ezra… Ezra open your eyes tell me what’s wrong.”

The young southerner open his eyes to look at the gunslinger, as he did he notice his large attacker approaching from behind and he yell, “Chris! Behind you?”

Chris pulled his gun with lighting spin and whirled around at the same time shooting Charlie Feathers in the heart while the man still had his arms above him ready to attack with his knife. The knife that had killed so many, and which still had dried blood streaked along the blade. The man fell to his death with his eyes locked on Chris’.

It was those eyes Charlie had seen when he was just a boy; it was those eyes that tore him from his family’s way of life and led him to a life of murder. And it was the man behind those eyes that finally stopped the mad Indian from continuing his killing spree.

* * * * * * *

After the events of the morning, Ezra lay asleep in the cot reserved for Nathan’s patients. The southerner’s shoulder had been dislocated and placed back. The pain could be seen clearly in the young boys eyes. With a simple maneuver, but still quite painful the shoulder was position back in its place, Ezra breath quickly while the healer wrapped his injury into a sling.

Ezra drank the foul concoctions Nathan had him drink and then laid back on the bed, quickly falling asleep. Vin was by his side the whole time, no one wanting to take the boy away from his friend. The others were afraid he’d fight them the whole way.

Nathan simply had the young Texan help with the wrapping to distract the boy from worrying too much. When Ezra fell asleep, Vin look to Nathan for reassurance. “He’s going to be just find. He has some bruising but that will pass.” Smiling at the young boy. Vin nodded in understanding. Nathan then moved to Josiah looking at the ex-preacher. He just shook his head at all the bruising and the knife wound to his side. “Tell me you got in some good licks?”

Josiah laughed while grimacing, as a sore spot was touch.

“He's going to be all right?” The dark clad gunslinger voice lace with concern for one of his men.

“Yeah, he lost a bit of blood, but with some rest he’ll be up and around tomorrow.” Looking at the big man, “and you make sure to lay there and don’t sass me, or I’ll have Vin sit on you.”

Vin turn around looking at the ex-preacher and the look that pass between them told him he’d do it. Josiah laughed again.

“I’ll behave brother Nathan.” With a smile of mischief in his eyes, Nathan just groans.

Nathan and Chris walked out of the clinic, while Josiah made he’s way to sit with the boys, to assure himself that they would be all right.

Outside Nathan and Chris found JD and Buck running up the stairs hearing the commotion from the other citizens. The duo made their way up the clinic to check on their friends.

“Chris, the boys all right?”

“Yeah Buck, their okay. Josiah too.”

“Good, now what the hell happened?”

“Seems that our killer tried to hurt Ezra.” He paused a moment, “or kill him. Which could mean that Blasdell maybe in town. Where’s the Judge?” “He’s at the Clarion saw him as we made our way here.”

“Good, I want you and JD to stick with him until we find Blasdell, don’t know if there maybe others he hired.” Buck nodded and grab JD’s hat as they made their way back downstairs.

“Dammit Buck, give me my hat back!” JD cried causing Chris to grin, there was no changing that man. Thank God for that.

“Why, don’t to stay with your patients and I’ll bring us all some breakfast.”

“Alright, you going to be okay with bring all that up?”

“I’ll have Inez help, see you in a bit.” Nathan nodded and headed back in to tend to his friends.

* * * * * * *

“That bastard, he couldn’t even handled a little brat, now they’ll know I’m here.” Blasdell was furious as they saw the dark clad gunslinger enter the church after hearing screaming from one or both of the boys. Now his plans were going to hell. All because of that little no-good brat, he was going to have to act soon.

“Langston?”

“Yes sir.” Things were not looking good, he’d heard of Chris Larabee’s reputation from some of the other residents both here and from Ridge City, the man was not only fast with a gun but ruthless as well.

“I want you to gather the boys, we need a diversion, get these men out of town and away from Judge Travis. Here’s what you’ll do…” And as Blasdell’s plan was to be played out tomorrow morning Langston and he’s men left to prepare.

* * * * * * *

It was late afternoon and Judge Travis entered the clinic, “how are they?” Directing his question to Larabee who hadn’t left either boy alone since this morning.

Getting up he walked over to the Judge, “Nathan says they’ll be find, course forgetting how scare they were ani’t going to leave them soon enough.” The judge nodded in understanding.

“Can I talk to the boys?”

Chris looked over seeing how Vin was fussing over the southerner he had to smile, that boy was working himself into a tizzy. “Sure, course we better ask the nurse first.” He grins at the Judges laugh. “Come on… Vin, Ezra’s got a visitor.” He made it sound official.

Vin looked at the approaching judge, then turn to Ezra. “You up for a visit Ez?” Looking to the southerner for confirmation.

“Please Vin, stop fussing I am not going to break.” Vin was showing his displeasure but stood aside for the judge.

“Well boys, Mr. Larabee tells me you had quite a morning?” The Judge waited for them to answer. Both nodded yes. “I don’t want to keep you up longer than necessary, but can you tell me anything of importance. Did either of you recognized the man who attacked you?”

“No sir, but I did smelled that grease paint he was wearing, only it wasn’t really grease paint, it was blood.” Vin frown, “why would he be wearing blood on his face?”

“I don’t know son. Anything else?” This time looking at Ezra, who just shrugged, he hadn’t recognized the man.

“I think Mr. Blasdell must be here.” He stated.

“We figured as much. Anything else?”

Ezra sighed, “I’m puzzled?”

“About what?”

“Why he sent that man to kill me?”

“Now you don’t know for sure that was his intension.” Judge Travis stated.

“I beg to differ sir. That man had every intension of killing me. I’ve read stories where Indian warriors sometimes wear the blood of fallen foe’s to bring fear to others. So, I conclude that he was going to kill me, which is what leads me to believe that Mr. Blasdell is here as well, as wishes revenge for upsetting his plans.” Ezra had said it so matter a fact that the judge had to swallow, because that’s exactly was on both his and Chris’ mind.

“You maybe right Ezra, that’s why you and Vin will not be leaving here until Blasdell is captured. Both Josiah and Nathan will be watching out for both of you so don’t worry.”

“I don’t think he’ll try for me sir, forgive me for saying this but I think he wants to harm you? Do you understand my meaning?”

“No son, explain yourself?” He wanted to hear what the boy knew. The boys calm impressed Judge Travis; he’d never met a boy so young to handle a crisis like this so calmly.

“Well, I think Mr. Blasdell sent that man to kill me because he wanted me to feel a lot of pain before I died. He is obviously angry with me for interfering in his plans. It would make sense for him to now wish to finish his plan by…” He paused a moment bowing his head. “By killing you himself. Do you understand?”

Judge Travis didn’t understand how a little boy could think like a man, much less an evil man would do. He nodded his head, in understanding. “I’m sorry you had to be caught in all this mess. If you hadn’t a found that list you wouldn’t be placed in such danger.”

Ezra blinked he didn’t think he heard correctly.

“But Judge, if I had not found the list you could be dead, and Mr. Larabee and the others would never had known what had happen. And they might also have been dismissed from their positions. And Vin and I would never have met any of you.”

Judge smiled, now that sounded more like a boy. “Never the less, I wish we could have met under better circumstances.” Nodding his thanks to the boys, he got up from the chair. “I’ll let you to rest, I understand Mary and Inez will be bringing you dinner later this evening. I hope to see you both rested tomorrow morning. We still have a stage to meet.”

Both boys nodded in understanding, with everything that happen they’d forgotten that they would be leaving Four Corners.

Part Nineteen

“Judge?” Nathan spoke just as Judge Travis was leaving the clinic. “Don’t think the boys will be ready to leave town just yet.” Realizing what the town healer was hinting, the man sighed looking at both children sitting side by side.

“I’m sorry boys, I’ll wire Father Moreno and your Uncle and let them know of the delay. When do you think they’ll be ready to leave Mr. Jackson?”

“Let’s leave it ‘til Monday. Ezra will be rested by then.”

“Very well, if you gentlemen will excuse me I’ll see you later.” With that Judge Travis left followed closely by Buck and JD.

“You think the boys will be ready by Monday to travel?” The dark clad gunslinger asked looking at the two boys quietly talking.

“Ezra’s just sore from the dislocation, I’m more worried about those boys traveling with the judge alone, with a mad man still out there.”

‘Leave it to Nathan to be thinking ahead,’ Chris thought.

* * * * * * *

Across the other cot Josiah was quietly trying to listen to the conversation by the two boys. He chuckled silently listen to Vin admonish Ezra for over doing it, that he should be resting and not trying to be tough, he was hurt and should take advantage of the situation. Ezra had an astonish look on his face. Ezra was now congratulating the young Texan on pointing that out to him, which made Vin laugh.

Josiah realize it was the first real laugh he’d heard from the boy since this mornings nightmare, Vin had been frighten not just from the attack, but of the possibility that he could have seriously lost his friend.

“Vin,” The young boy turned around. “Yes, Mr. Sanchez, you need something?”

“Some water if you please.”

“Sure, Mr. Sanchez.” The young boy ran to the counter and pour, almost spilling the large jug, it was quickly grabbed by the tall gunslinger. Vin smiled holding out the glass as it was filled. “Thanks, cowboy,” smiling as he did it making Josiah laugh as he received one of the gunslingers deadly glares. ‘Just where the hell did that kid get the idea to start calling him cowboy,’ Chris wondered as he walked along side the boy to sit next to Ezra.

“Well kid how you holding up?” Chris asked the southerner.

“Better considering what has transpired.” Ezra replied a moment later the young Texan joined them.

“Chris we really going to have to leave Monday?” The young boy asked.

Chris nodded, “you’d be safer, if you were with people that could look after you proper.”

Bowing his head he looked over at his friend, he really wanted to stay with Chris, but understood that Chris didn’t want him as a reminder of his dead boy.

* * * * * * *

It was late afternoon, and Blasdell had missed his chance to take care of the Judge at least until tomorrow. Tomorrow he would end it one way or another.

Looking over at his remaining men. “Is everything ready?”

Langston looked at his boss, “yes sir, we’ll get them out of town. Even if they leave at least one, the town’s people around here would get involve.”

“Good, good. Tomorrow it is.” Turning back to the window the other three men left making their way outside and riding out of town to prepare.

* * * * * * *

The next morning came too quickly for Ezra’s liking, as he woke up with a start. Looking over to his left he heard the large preacher snoring quite loudly. Then searching around the clinic notice Vin was not there nor was Mr. Jackson.

The young southern boy decided it was time to use the privy. Throwing the blankets aside he got up and wince slightly at the soreness of his injuries from the day before. After his conversation with Judge Travis he had rested until dinner, then later in the evening Inez had brought both boys and preacher their meal. Sleep came quickly after that as all three were still shaken as well as sore from their ordeal.

Stretching his sore joints Ezra left the clinic and made his way down stairs. ‘Good Lord,’ Ezra thought it looks like the sun had yet to risen. The streets were quiet, making his way quietly through the street and heading towards the back of the clinic, he heard voices. They sound angry looking around the building he peer and what he saw drain all the color from the young southerners face.

Down the boardwalk near the livery stood Judge Travis and Chris Larabee facing John Blasdell who had young Vin Tanner around his neck holding a gun to his head.

“Let the boy go!” Although the dark clad gunslinger did not shout the deadly tone of his voice seem to carry through the quiet town.

“I’m afraid not Mr. Larabee, the boy stays with me until I well away from this town. You follow and I promise you the boy will fill great pain.” Blasdell began to back away from the two men.

“Blasdell, its me you’ve come for, not the boy, just let him go and I’ll come willingly.” Judge Travis would not allow the young Texan to be hurt because this mans sense of justice has clouded his mind. “I will come willingly John.”

Blasdell looked at the Judge with such hate. “Don’t patronize me Travis, you need not worry your time will come.” He continued to make his way towards the livery passing the saloon and then near the jail.

Back by the clinic Ezra was looking for the others where were they why was Chris alone. He quickly scans the area for a way to help Vin, then he notice the direction Blasdell was heading towards. Looking up he smiled as an idea came to mind. Running along the side of the clinic towards the back alley way he entered the hotel that connected to the saloon, he race up to the stairs taking two at a time, then opened the door that took you up on the roof.

Once upstairs he boldly made his way across the ledge of the roof and jump onto the roof of the saloon, never once doubting his movements, laying low so as not to attract the attention of those below he made his way towards the jail, he crouched down and looking over the edge he could see Blasdell and Vin nearing the building. He moved back and ran along the ledge and jumped again making onto the roof of the jail.

Slowing walking along the roof, the jails roof was flat he cautiously peer over the edge but carefully staying low, waiting patiently Blasdell starting near the front of the building and with one motion he leaped from the roof and flow across right on top of Blasdell hitting him hard and pushing both man and boy onto the hard ground.

Judge Travis shouted for Vin to run, which the young boy not knowing what had happen only knowing that he was free did as he was told.

Vin turnaround once he reached Judge Travis and was shocked to see Ezra lying on the ground holding his arm as he moan in pain, then to his horror Blasdell reached for him, but luckily Chris was there and pulled the man up as he hit Blasdell across the face. Vin sighed in relief.

Judge Travis and Vin both ran to Ezra as Chris grabbed Blasdell and pushed him towards the jail. It was over.

“Ezra you alright?” The Texan kneeling along side the southerner.

Judge Travis could easily see the pain in the boys face. That jump didn’t do any good to his all ready injured arm. Both the Judge and Vin helped Ezra to stand and carefully walk back to the clinic.

Chris watch as the three went up the street, the dark clad gunslinger pushed Blasdell again to continue into the jail and to the empty cell. Locking it he went outside and saw Yosemite, the town blacksmith and livery owner and had him stand guard outside the jail. With that taken care of he ran towards the clinic as well.

Ezra remembered that he still had not gone to the privy and stopped.

Judge Travis looked at the small boy, “what’s wrong son?” He asked.

“I really need to use the facilities, sir.”

Judge Travis smiled and shook his head, “okay son, lets go to the back.” Relief was evident in the boys smile.

“Judge what’s going on where you going?” Chris called out as he reached all three. “The boy needs to use the privy.”

“Oh,” the gunslinger smiled too. With everything that’s happen a little request would not be ignored.

As all four now walked towards the back privy, Ezra asked about the others. “Mr. Larabee, the others all right?” He looked at the tall gunslinger waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, one of the farms had some trouble this morning, sent JD, Buck and Nathan to go investigate. They’ll be back later.”

Ezra looked at the man, “do you think it could have been a ruse?”

“No…” He shook his head then suddenly wasn’t sure. “Judge you all right with the boys?”

“Yes we’ll be find you go check on the others.”

Chris ran back to the livery and saddled his horse just as Ezra finished using the privy and was being led back to the clinic. They all thought the same thing that the others be all right as the three watch the gunslinger ride out.

* * * * * * *

Inside the clinic both boys sat in the cot used for Nathan’s patients, Judge Travis lean over to check on the ex-preacher.

Startled Josiah woke, “what is it?” The ex-preacher asked blinking awake.

“It’s all right Mr. Sanchez; it’s just me, and I brought the boys back.” Travis explained.

Now the preacher was confused as he looked over at the two boys, ‘when did they leave;’ he thought. Then he noticed the pained look on the southern boy. “What happen?” He asked.

“It seems Mr. Blasdell decided to attack this morning,” Judge Travis answered.

“What?” This time Josiah sat up from the bed. “Is everyone okay, where’s Nathan?” Looking around the clinic.

“Chris went out to look for the boys. There was trouble at one of the homesteads, then Blasdell managed to get young Vin over there and used him as a shield.” He smiled and then looked at Ezra. “Our young southern gentleman there decided to play hero and saved the day.

Vin smiled then elbowed Ezra who merely shrugged in response.

“Really?” Josiah wasn’t surprise he knew how protective both boys are to each other. “What about Blasdell, he dead?”

“No, he’s over at the jail, Yosemite is watching over him.”

Josiah chuckled, “in that case, maybe I should go relieve him. Yosemite has a tendency of falling asleep.”

“You sure your up to it?” Travis asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” looking over at the boys. “You boys sure your all right?”

“We’re find Mr. Sanchez.” Ezra answered.

“Ezra done hurt his arm again.” Vin deadpan.

“Nathan is not going to like that.” Josiah responded.

“Good Lord,” Ezra gasp, thinking of all the poking and prodding the healer would but him through. Vin on the other hand began laughing at the southerner’s discomfort.

* * * * * * *

Outside of town Chris rode hard pushing his black horse Diablo, ‘you better be all right Buck,’ he thought.

Finally after fifteen minutes of hard riding Larabee saw riders approaching. Slowing down his mount he smiles as he recognizes Buck’s gray horse Dancer. Smiling and shaking his head he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Hey pard, where you headed?” Buck could see the worry on his friends face.

“Came looking for you.” Chris then nodded to the two additional men plus the body slung over its horse. “Who your friends?”

“Well par it seems these boys were leading us on a wild goose chase.”

“Yeah, the that one over there tried shooting Nathan in the back, luckily Buck saw him first.” JD still couldn’t believe it they almost lost the healer.

Chris gave the two live men the famous Larabee glare, as Buck often refers to it, both men began to squirm, “you boys hired by Blasdell.” Wasn’t really a question, as a state of fact something Chris all ready knew the answer.

“Yes sir,” one of them confirmed.

Buck frown, “Judge okay?”

“Yeah, Blasdell’s in one of the cell, but we better get back to town, Yosemite’s guarding him.”

“Ah hell Chris, you know that man, falls asleep at a drop of a hat.”

“Then we better haul ass,” he smiled at his friend glad to see him in one peace.

“Is everyone else all right?” Nathan had a feeling the gunslinger wasn’t telling them everything.

“Everyone okay, but you need to recheck Ezra, that boy sure can fly.”

Nathan frowned not understanding the gunslingers word, as Chris looked pointly at the sheriff and smiled remembering how they first met.

* * * * * * *

Nearly an hour later the four lawmen and their prisoners arrived in Four Corner.

Josiah stood as he saw them approach and sighed in relief.

“Josiah what are you doing out of bed?” Nathan asked as he dismounted.

“I found Yosemite asleep and thought I relieve him.” He smiled.

Buck shook his head as he helps guide the prisoners to jail.

“Buck you and JD take care of the prisoners, while me and Nathan escort Josiah back to the clinic and check on the boys.”

“Sure Chris, come on kid.”

“Buck!” JD shouted.

“Yeah, yeah your not a kid.” Buck couldn’t help laughing.

“Now Brother Chris, I feel find.” Josiah tried protesting.

“Yeah, yeah, but we’re going any way.” Chris deadpan.

* * * * * * *

Upstairs, Judge Travis kept an eye on both boys while they slept.

There was a soft knock and Nathan walked in followed by Josiah and Chris, all three looked in as Travis put his finger to his lips silencing any further comment while the children slept.

“They okay Judge?” Chris asked.

“Yes, just tired, they finally fell asleep a few minutes ago. Every one else okay?”

“Yeah, every ones find, but we thought we bring back Josiah before he tips over.”

“Very funny Nathan, I was doing just find.”

“And that is what I have been trying to tell Judge Travis.” Ezra had woken when he heard them come in but remain quiet to ascertain who had entered.

“How long have you been awaken young man?” Judge Travis asked.

“Not long, sir.” Ezra replied.

“Good, now that you’re awake, gives me a chance to look you over.” Nathan said smiling at the look he received from the southerner.

“He got you there.” Vin put in as he too open his eyes a twinkle in his eye seeing Ezra’s discomfort.

“I do believe a conspiracy is forming.” Ezra admonished his young friend.

The others merely laughed.

Part Twenty-One:

“So, its over?” Ezra asked.

“Yes, its finally over,” Travis replied.

“We still leaving come Monday?” Vin wanted to know.

“If Nathan says Ezra’s find to travel we’ll leave Monday as plan.”

“And Mr. Blasdell, what will happen to him?” The southerner wanted to know.

“Well, since I have no real proof of the murders of those men on the list. He’ll have to go through trail for conspiracy and attempted murder of a federal judge should convict him for a long-time, and if we get cooperation from the other two prisoners that should also help.”

Ezra nodded his head. All in all everything worked out.

“Well how about some breakfast?” Chris asked. Trying to change the sober mood.

“Sounds mighty find brother.” Josiah smiled, anticipating a hearty meal.

“Don’t worry Josiah, I’ll bring you breakfast so go ahead and rest.” Nathan smiled; he knew the ex-preacher would have served a rather large portion for himself.

* * * * * * *

They all headed for the saloon, JD was all ready there waiting for his and Buck’s breakfast, Nathan approached the counter and ordered his and Josiah’s breakfast as well as Chris’ and the boy’s meal. Travis decided for breakfast at Mary’s.

Inez disappeared and Owen, her assistant came up front to take over the bar.

“So, Ezra you excited about staying with your uncle? I’ve never been to California, you ever been there before?” JD excitedly asked.

Ezra just answered, “yes and yes.” No real enthusiasm in his reply.

JD didn’t seem to notice so he continued. “How about you Vin, ever been to California?”

“No sir,” Vin replied.

Finally their breakfast arrived for JD and Nathan as both men got up and left to deliver the other two meals.

Part Twenty-Two:

The rest of the day pass relatively quiet Judge Travis wired Fort Laramie for the transportation of their prisoners. Luckily there would be a troop of soldiers arriving in Eagle Bend on Saturday afternoon, so Chris sent JD and Buck the following morning so they’d meet the Territorial Army at the appointed time.

Blasdell and the other prisoners would be out of town before the boys would leave Monday morning plus Buck and JD would be back Sunday evening to bid their young friends farewell.

So, everything had worked out except that the boys would still be leaving.

* * * * * * *

Monday morning, for the time of month was actually a pretty cool and clear day. Vin was fidgeting and tugging at his new outfit. The ex-preacher look through the various donated clothing the church usually receives and found an outfit that would fit the young Texan. The cloths hid been wearing were all ready two sizes too small for the slender, but tallboy.

Ezra stood next to him as the young boy continued to fidget. The southerner shook his head in annoyance. “Vin, stop that.”

“Ah heck Ezra, this shirt is damn itchy.”

Ezra chuckled at the use of foul language.

Mary came over to the two boys. “Well, I pack a lunch, for the both of you.” She handed them each a lunch box and then hugged them. “It was a pleasure meeting both of you, save journey.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Vin replied with a lump in his throat. She reminded the young Texan of his mama.

Ezra tips his hat in reply.

“Now boys you mind the Judge you hear.” Josiah admonished good naturally. “May the Good Lord watch and keep you both safe on your new journey.” Mussing both their heads.

Buck, JD and Nathan walked over to say their goodbyes as well, while Chris spoke with Judge Travis. Then the stage finally came into town, there are two other people waiting as well. Chris went over to the two boys and shook their hands. No words were exchanged just a nod to each child.

Vin sighed as he climbed the stage followed by Ezra. Judge Travis boarded last. Soon the stage left; it would take a full days ride to Ridge City, so they’d stay the night and leave the following morning for California by train.

* * * * * * *

The stage arrived in Eagle Bend their first stop and the two passengers that boarded with the trio disembarked, leaving the Judge Travis and the two boys alone. No other passengers boarded from town and they left after about 10 minutes, while they continued on their journey the three at their packed lunches. After that all three dose off.

By late evening the stage arrived in Ridge City, come morning the horses would be fresh and new passengers would board to travel onto Missouri.

The three weary travelers stretched, Ezra walked over to the back where he untied Nugget, there palomino.

Chris asked the boys to leave him in Four Corners, but the southerner had said he’d rented the horse for a weeks time, this surprised the gunslinger, but Ezra explained that the liveryman had loss money to the boy and therefore rented out the horse in exchange, since that man was low on cash until the end of the following week. So, the man would be expecting his horse back.

Vin didn’t know the particulars on how they acquired Nugget. The young Texan hadn’t picked up on the lie created by the southerner.

Ezra was thinking ahead, he wasn’t about to travel all the way to California only to be beaten by his uncle every time he drank too much. The young southerner had a plan.

* * * * * * *

“All right boys, lets head out to the hotel and get a room for the night.” The two boys moved along side the judge as they walked down to the hotel. “You boys hungry? We could get something before retiring for the evening?”

Vin was tired and not real hungry and didn’t know if Ezra wanted to eat. “Judge could we just have a piece of pie and some milk to wash it down?” The young Texan replied.

“Sounds mighty tasty – how about you Ezra would you like some pie as well?”

“Yes sir, I’d like pecan pie,” was the southerner’s reply.

After registering at the hotel they traveled to the restaurant and order two slices of peach pie and one slice of pecan pie with three glasses of milk.

The boys looked at the judge smiling, they never seen an adult drink milk before. “Evie my dear wife insists on making me drink warm milk at night, says its good for a goodnights sleep.”

“Is she right Judge,” Vin wanted to know.

“Of course she’s right.” The judge replied smiling down at both boys, “just to tell her.” They all laughed.

They’re late evening meal came and was eaten with pure joy on the faces of all three. Soon after they retired for the evening, the boys in one bed and Judge Travis in the other.

Once the judge fell asleep Ezra whispered to the Texan, “Vin?”

“Hmm?” Replied a sleepy Vin Tanner.

“Vin, you await?”

Vin turned on his side to face, the southerner. Blinking slightly he looked at his southern friend. “What’s wrong, you got a tummy ache?” He asked seriously, sometimes when he ate late or too fast he’d get one.

“No Vin, I do not.” He responded indignity. “I have a plan for tomorrow and wondered if you wish to part take in another adventure?”

“What are you talking about?” Vin whispered back.

“Well, frankly I have no wish in traveling to California and plan to make my way back to New Orleans. Mr. Blasdell has various acquaintances that he introduces me to and I think I can persuade one of them to take me in until my mother and her new husband can return. I am sure that since my new stepfather is Mr. Blasdell’s younger brother will insure that I will be able to stay if not at his home maybe with the family lawyer or one of their friends.”

“You think they’ll take me in as well?” Vin sounded hopeful.

“I was thinking that I could leave you in the capable hands of Chief Kojay. You had expressed your desire to live among the Indians, and given that you were well received there. Perhaps we can persuade him and his people to take you in.”

Vin was disappointed he had hope to be able to stay with Ezra, but the thought of living with the Indians sounded better than the orphanage.

“You think the Chief would treat me better?”

“I think it would be better than going back to that institution, you all ready know how they treated you.” The southerner replied.

Vin nodded, “’kay Ezra I’m with ya.”

“Good, now go to sleep and then tomorrow follow my lead.”

Vin nodded again, and then got comfortable and soon both boys were sound asleep.

Part Twenty-Three:

The next morning Judge Travis and the boys decided breakfast was in order. Vin was quiet; he was a bit nervous at what they would be doing once they boarded the train.

Judge Travis seemed to realize something was wrong, “you doing all right son?” He directed his question at the Texan, but knowing how uncomfortable Vin was about lying, Ezra answered.

“I guess we’re still a little tired from the long journey.”

“Understandable, you’ll be able to sleep onboard the train.” He paused while looking at his timepiece. “Speaking of which we should probably head on over there. It’ll be arriving soon.”

“Yes sir.” Ezra answered again.

They quickly finished their breakfast and got up as Judge Travis paid for the meal. Heading out they could hear the sound of the whistle blow from the approaching train.

Judge Travis had all their tickets ready as he approach one of the conductors to direct them to a private compartment reserved for politicians as well as Judges.

Once on board they all sat quietly looking out their window at all the activity outside, as passengers began to board the train. They watch as the steam was flowing near the front of the train and there was a wait of twenty minutes before the train blew its final whistles to signal their departure. The train lurch forward and Ezra moan a little, the Judge looked over at him.

“Son, you all right?” He asked.

“I think I may have consumed my repast far too quickly sir, may I please go to the facilities?”

Vin looked over at him with worry, “what’s wrong Ez?”

“I believe I’ve upset my stomach.”

“I can help Judge.” Vin quivered when he spoke.

Judge Travis assumed the boy’s nervousness was due to the concern of his southern friend, so he didn’t think anything wrong and allowed the boys to go.

“Ezra you okay?” Vin asked; his friend’s performance seemed real genuine.

“Yes, Vin I’m find, merely a ruse so as not to alert the Judge.” He said this as he strengthened his stance and both boys headed once again to the outer doors of the train.

“Oh.” Vin as always amazed by his older friends talents.

As the boys ran to the exit doors, the train lurch again and each steadied the other, looking both ways along the outside of their transportation, they waited and then as soon as the train began to move they jumped.

* * * * * * *

Judge Travis looked out his window and notice two children in front of his view, on second glance he recognized them and quickly left the compartment room and ran to one of the exit doors, looking out he thought about jumping, but at his age he didn’t look forward to a broken leg, so he opted to shouting at both boys only to see the southern boy wave at him. He swore to himself.

* * * * * * *

“Ezra you’re only going to make him matter.”

“Well, by the time he arrives in San Francisco, he’ll have calm down.”

Vin snorted and once the train was on its way out of town they began the walk back.

“What’da we do now?”

“We go retrieve our fateful steed, Nugget and then head to the Indian Village.” Ezra paused a moment then asked, “do you remember the location?”

“Yeah, think so.” He answered and then something struck him, “Ezra, did you lie to Chris?”

Ezra stopped then looked over at his friend. “In what regard?”

“About Nugget.”

“I fear I did.” Ezra answered.

“Why?” Vin was a bit put out. He really liked Chris and would never lie to him.

“Well, I don’t think Mr. Larabee would agree on our plan of escape. I had no choice.”

“Weren’t right.” Vin deadpan.

Ezra sighed, “I shall write Mr. Larabee and apologies for my behavior.” “Ain’t the same, you should’na lied.”

There was no talking to Vin when he felt wrong so the southerner continued into town, which wasn’t too far, but they were at the front of the train. First class, Ezra thought. He’d never been in first class before.

It took them a few minutes with they’re short legs and four feet eleven inches in height they were quite the pair, two very different appearance, one wearing a nicely tailor suit and hat which was too big for such a young boy, and the other wearing what a farm boy usually wore.

Yet both boys had forged a special bond, so caught up in there struggled to reach town, stepping over a rough terrain they failed to notice a rather large equine blocking their path.

Ezra was the first to run into the obstacle and then Vin bump into the southerner. Both boys looked up the sun not helping their view of the dark image. Suddenly the image blocked the sun out and they saw who it was, Chris Larabee stood in front of them.

“Morning boys,” he casually spoke.

Vin had the biggest grin Ezra had ever seen.

“Hey cowboy.” Vin casually replied.

“Mr. Larabee.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on that there train?” He pointed at the now very distant locomotive.

“Well as it happens we decided that traveling west just wasn’t in the cards for us.” Ezra nudges his counterpart.

Vin nodes his head, “what he said.”

“Ah ha,” Larabee replied as he dismounted his black horse Diablo. He directed the boys forward as he continued. “Luck must be on your side. Seems we got a wire after you left town; from the Sheriff of Stockton, and your uncle has been arrested.”

“I see, instead of wiring Judge Travis letting him know you decided to come yourself?” The southerner was curious about Larabee’s arrival.

“Something like that, we did try but the wires are down. We tried getting here before you’ll boarded; but were told it was too late. Train all ready left.” He smirked at the two kids. He should have known they wouldn’t have gone as quietly as they thought.

“And Vin?” Ezra asked, as they continued walking to the telegraph office where the other half of we was waiting.

“Well what do you know, hey pard how you’d manage to get the boys, thought the train all ready left.” The gregarious gunslinger Buck Wilmington was grinning a see the two boys. “What do ya say boys?”

“Mr. Wilmington,” Ezra smiled, no matter what he was actually happy to see these men.

“Hey Buck,” Vin still couldn’t believe they were here.

“Guess Chris all ready told you we’re here to take you home.”

“Home!!” The two boys exclaimed, looking at the dark clad gunslinger.

“Just until we can figure things out.” Chris glared at his friend, ‘oops guess not,’ Buck thought.

“I don’t understand?” Ezra was looking for an angle.

“Its like this the boys and I talk things out, seeing as we’re the law in Four Corners wouldn’t be right to send a boy to an uncle whose been arrest, and unfortunately he ain’t going to see the light of day non too soon.”

“And what of Mr. Tanner?”

“That’s another matter all together,” he paused, the Texan looked defeated. “How we’re going to explain your kidnapping well maybe you can tell him.” Looking at the southerner.

“You mean I can stay too.” He wanted to jump for joy, but remembered about appearance and such. ‘Ah hell,’ he thought as he whooped for joy.

* * * * * * *

An hour later Chris, Buck and two young boys were head back to Four Corners, they’d camp the night half way and then arrive the following afternoon.

“Mr. Larabee?” Ezra still needed to set some rules, riding along side the two gunslingers on Nugget.

“Yeah,” Chris wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what the boy was about to say there seem to be something in the southerner’s tone of voice.

“About not be able to gamble in your town…” The southerner looked at the dark clad gunslinger as an audio able grown escaped, Buck just chuckled, yep things were going to be real lively…

The Beginning…

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