A/N: This story is told form the POV of Lara. A girl who works in the
Saloon helping Inez with the cooking and serving. No romance, just
It's a slow night and there aren't many customers. The Seven are all here.
That in itself is not strange, though one of them is often on patrol or
doing some thing else. Not that they all sit together. Ezra's at his card
table so I don't need to worry about him. He doesn't drink much when he
plays. JD's playing tonight too, but he's not a big drinker. Buck is at the
bar with Erica. I hear Nathan and Josiah discussing something about Indian
culture when I take them their drinks, that means they'll be talking all
night. I notice Vin and Chris at the back table keeping an eye on things.
They aren't talking, but that's normal. Chris nods his thanks when I set
down his usual bottle of Whiskey and two glasses. Now I know they are taken
care of I check on the other costumers. Two cowhands are coming in the
door. Both are big and look to have chips on their shoulders. They aren't
any of our regular cowhands from around here. They're covered with dust so
I'm thinking they've been on the trail. That isn't going to help matters.
Suddenly I'm very glad the Seven are here. These two are trouble.
"GIRL!" One of them yells, looking at me. I hate it when I'm right. "Two
I get the bottles and take them to the table. Once I set them down I
quickly leave. So far so good. But I have the feeling it won't last, and it
doesn't. Next time I walk by the "friend" grabs my wrist.
"How about another beer and some company?"
I try to pull my hand away but he won't let me. "I have to go to the bar to
get your beer," I reason with him. No luck.
"One of the others girls can bring the beer. Sit down."
I try to pull away again but he grips my wrist tighter. I can already tell
I'm going to have a bruise. He pulls me toward him so I forget being nice
to customers. "LET ME GO!" By now we've attracted attention. From the
gaming table comes the sound of three hammers being cocked. The Remington
Ezra keeps up his sleeve and JD's prized ivory handled Colts.
"Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, I do believe the Lady asked to be
released, and Gentlemen should always do as a Lady requests." Ezra's
southern drawl is unmistakable.
"Besides, if you don't you get to spend the night in Jail."
The guy holding me must be getting nervous with three guns pointed at him
'cause he tightens his grip on my wrist even more, but I still feel better.
These two idiots still don't realize the odds. Josiah must have seen the
pain on my face or the tightness of the grip.
"If you break her wrist, I'll break yours."
Nathan is the next to comment. "I don't know if I'd be able to fix that
wrist. Might have to amputate the hand." He's holding one of his knives as
he says this, so he's taken seriously.
I feel the pressure on my wrist lesson and try to move away but he quickly
yanks me back and around HARD. There's an intense burning pain in my
shoulder, then I feel the barrel of the gun at my head.
"We're leaving now. Try to follow us, I shoot her."
It's silent in the saloon by now so every ones hears the deathly quiet
voice. "Vin, can you get him with out hittin' the girl?"
"Stupid question, Chris," Vin notes; his gun already aimed.
I fly forward into the nearby table when he pushes me as hard and fast as
he can to try and distract the Seven. I end up doubled over in pain as I
hear the two cowhands running out the door. I see JD and Buck head after
them but Chris voice stops them.
"Let 'em go... for now." The last two words promise an unhappy future for
the men in question.
"I'll track 'em easy enough in the morning, when we got some light." Vin
voice is full of quiet confidence. He's not boasting, just stating a fact.
Nathan kneels down next to me. "Are you alright? Where does it hurt?"
I try to focus on him but the pain suddenly seems worse. "My wrist and
shoulder. My side where I hit the table." It hurts to speak, to breathe.
He gently checks me over, then announces, "Let's get you to my clinic. Your
wrist isn't broken, but it's bruised pretty badly. I think he tore some of
the muscles in your shoulder. You got two maybe three cracked ribs. Can you
"Don't worry about it. I'll carry ya." This from Buck as he leans down to
carefully lift me in his arms, making sure not to hurt me worse. Nathan and
Josiah are right behind us. As we leave I hear Chris saying some thing
about the show being over.