All Accounted For
By: Carole
The bodies of the six would-be bank robbers lay
sprawled in the dirt, having come up against the
town's protectors and failed, like so many before
them.
Chris Larabee stood stock-still in the middle of
the street. Sweat beaded on his brow, and ran
down his neck, but he made no move to wipe it
away. Instead, he searched...
On the roof of the mercantile, Vin lowered his
Mare's Leg.
One.
Impeccably attired in his favorite green jacket,
Ezra stepped out from the shadow of the saloon.
Two.
From behind the bullet-ridden water trough, Buck
got to his feet.
Three.
Beside the livery, JD holstered his twin colts.
Four.
Gun in hand, Josiah surveyed the area from just
inside the open church doors.
Five.
Coming down the clinic stairs, Nathan studied the
bodies that littered the street with a keen eye.
Six.
Chris sighed in relief, and released the air he
didn't even realize he'd been holding.
Seven.
Larabee didn't know how "magnificent" they were,
but they were still whole, and in the end, that
was all that really mattered.
~end~