SE7EN

DISCLAIMER: Okay, so…I don't understand why we have to put this in each and every chapter of each and every story, when we all KNOW that none of us owns the Phantom Stallion series, but here it goes: I don't own, nor do I claim to own the Phantom Stallion series, any of the characters in the Phantom Stallion series or any of the locations mentioned in the Phantom Stallion series. The plot is mine. However, the concept of the Seven Deadly Sins I don't own….Thank doG.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That aside…Here's a new story. It'll be 7 short chapters, and each chapter will be a oneshot. It's not a Drabble, since – I believe – the definition of a Drabble is a short story with exactly 100 words ….or something like that, but whatever.

Each chapter will feature a character of the PS series committing one of the 7 Sins, hence the title SE7EN.

…Enjoy.

Wrath: Pistol Smoke

He'd gone after her horse. Again.

That's why she'd done it, she kept telling herself.

That's what she'd told her dad, who'd looked at her with disappointment and sorrow, and Brynna, who'd looked at her with cold, distant understanding, and Gram, who hadn't looked at her at all as she hid her tears behind her handkerchief. It's what she'd told Jen, who'd looked at her in horror at what she'd done, then pure sisterly love and friendship, telling her silently that she understood. It's what she'd told Jake, who'd looked at her first in disgust at getting herself into trouble, again, and then with an emotion she couldn't name, though it looked something akin to regret, before he'd blanked out his expression.

And it's what she'd told Flick, who'd looked at her in complete shock before his eyes glazed over and he saw no more. And then he hit the ground.

Through the pistol smoke drifting between them, she could see the scarlet flower blooming on his chest, staining the plain shirt he wore.

Sam smiled coldly as the metal cuffs snapped around her wrists: There was no way he could escape this fate, like he'd escaped the prison they'd shipped him off to. He wouldn't be able to come back this time, and threaten her horse's safety. Again.

AN: ….P.S. I'd like some feedback. So push that little button and make it happen, please.