Standard Fanfic Disclaimer that wouldn't last ten seconds in a court of law: These aren't my characters. I'm just borrowing them for, um, er, typing practice. Yeah, that's it, typing practice. They will be returned to their original owners (relatively) unharmed, or at least, suitably bandaged. Magnificent Seven has inspired more AUs than any other ten shows. In the Lil Britches AU, Vin and JD are children, adopted by Chris and Buck, respectively. This ficlet was originally published in A Small Circle of Friends #14, a recycling 'zine from Neon RainBow Press. In Small Circle, authors took the characters from one universe, the plot from another, and ... recycled. This story was stolen, um, borrowed from a cartoon in the Sunday funnies I read years ago, when the schoolmarm's foster son, Quyat Burp, was trying to teach himself to ride under the supervision of the local gunslinger, Hipshot Percussion. The comic strip was Rick O'Shay; the author/cartoonist was Stan Lynde.

Riding Lessons

Susan M. M.

M7 Lil Britches (OW)

With apologies to Stan Lynde, Rick O'Shay, Hipshot Percussion, and Quyat Burp

Chris Larabee winced as young Vin Tanner was thrown from the buckskin gelding. Again.

The long-haired orphan boy dusted himself off and ran after the horse. It took him a few minutes, but eventually Vin caught the reins and swung himself back into the saddle. The boy smiled triumphantly as he trotted around the corral … until the horse bucked and threw him again.

"Maybe we should take a break, huh, Vin?" Chris suggested to his foster son. "We could head over to the restaurant, have a piece of pie and a glass of milk. You might do better after a rest and a bite to eat." Might do better with a different horse, the gunslinger thought.

"Pie sounds right good, Pa," Vin agreed. "Just as soon as I show this hoss who's boss."

Unfortunately, the buckskin had the exact same idea. Vin wound up in the dirt on his rump again.

The boy looked up plaintively at his foster father. "Pa, did ya ever get throwed by a hoss?"

Chris chuckled. "Son, until I was fifteen I didn't know there was another way of getting off."