Here are the responses to Lady Angel's April 27, 2003 Challenge.
Write one of the guys taking a fall, nothing major, just a trip, tumble, or stumble.
Part 2-Write the others reaction to the moment's gracelessness, if you like.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Universe: Little Britches
JD backed out of the chicken coop. Buck was in the house waiting on him to bring in the eggs for breakfast, so with his full basket clutched to his chest and headed for the cabin he called home.
JD tried to be careful as he walked but sun baked ground was covered in hard ruts and his laces were undone. It wasn't much of a fall; he just pitched forward and fell on top of his eggs. Covered in egg, shell and dirt he pulled himself over and sat up, the first sound he heard was laughter, Vin's laughter.
The End
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Universe: Little Britches
JD stared at Vin, he tried to stare as hard as Chris, but it hurt his head. Vin just kept laughing at him, Chris was now sniggering behind Vin.
"Stop it!" he bellowed, there was a crack in his voice, but the others didn't notice.
Buck heard it, and came running. He knelt beside JD, taking in the scene and the other two now both laughing hysterically. Buck thought a moment, than he winked at JD and picked up a handful of broken egg.
"Let 'um have it JD!" he yelled, as the sticky missile landed squarely on Larabee's chest.
The End
Rating: G
Universe: OW
Disclaimer: They never were and never will be mine.
Eyes unreadable, features deadpan. Chips were thrown to the center of the table.
"Call." The word was barely whispered.
"Two pair. Aces and eights." His pearly grin showed it's golden treasure and his confidence.
"Full house." Her voice relayed the victory as she reached forward and drew the pile in, seductively winking at her opponent.
His emerald gaze pierced her own in appreciation. He was surprised to feel no disappointment in the loss of the game. She played exceptionally well, leaving no tells. She was sharp-witted, clever, and beautiful.
'Good Lord, Ezra, when did you fall in love? he mused.
Rating: G
Universe: OW
Disclaimer: They never were and never will be mine.
"He'll be sorry." The tracker predicted shaking his head with experience.
"Maybe he won't." The leader reminisced nostalgically. "It could be the best thing that ever happens to him."
"Ole Ez is lookin' like a love sick cow." The ladies man empathized and then laughed out loud.
"Hey, Buck, Ezra has animal magnetism," giggled the sheriff dodging a swat from the rogue.
"He's got it bad." The healer chuckled. "But it looks like he's met his match.
"He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals," the preacher philosophilized with a Cheshire cat grin. "Ben Franklin," he added.
Universe: Old West
The only thing moving in the hot, dry weather was a black speck coming toward town, Larabee's black gelding, without a speck of dust or sweat marring the glistening coat, same of the rider. Dressed in black, complete with duster, he looked as cool and fresh as a spring day.
Man and horse approached where the six regulators lounged. Chris pulled up, nodded, swung off the animal, not noticing the spur as it caught the duster.
Plop! The man lay in the dusty street. His glare stopped the chuckles in their throats, promising death to the first one to laugh.
Universe: Old West
Larabee glared up from where he sat in the street. The six men struggled to contain their amusement by turned away or covering their mouths.
A chuckle was heard though and Chris' head came up sharply. Wide eyed, the six men stared back. Again the sound came. Larabee turned slowly.
Mary Travis stood in the door of her office; tears flowed down her cheeks as she hid her mouth behind her hand.
'Damn' he thought. Snickers sounded from behind him. His mouth tightened as his hand reached for his pistol.
"Ah, hell" was heard above the pounding of running boots.