Storm Trouble

by ssinco

An illness, a lost boy, and a prisoner transport cause trouble for the boys. This is my first attempt at story writing, and I freely admit that I am not an old west expert. Please forgive me if I speak "out of time" and/or have a few grammatical errors. As per the normal disclosure: I do not own the Magnificent Seven and am making no profits from the story.

9. Chapter 9

Chris remained in Nathan's clinic for a week, slowly recovering from the head injury. On the third day, he was finally able to sit up and eat solid food, and on the fourth day Ezra appeared in the doorway with a bottle of whiskey – and as promised, it was top of the line. He sat down next to the bed, and asked, "how are you feeling today, Mr. Larabee?"

Chris smiled, and replied, "very well, thank you, Mr. Standish." It had been almost two weeks since he had a drink, and Chris' hands started to shake just thinking about it.

Ezra poured them each a shot, and raised a toast, "to your health, sir."

Chris couldn't remember whiskey ever tasting that good, and he said, "Thank you Ezra…for everything. Despite outward appearances, you're a tough son-of-a-gun when you have to be."

Ezra could see the sincerity in the pale green eyes, and although he appreciated the sentiment, he simply smiled and said, "you can repay my efforts, sir, by making sure you chose JD to take along with you next time."

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THE END.

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