The Lancer Fanfiction Archive

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Drabbles and Shorts

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2017 Drabbles

 

A Desperate Mockingbird

A tattered sombrero shaded Johnny’s eyes from the harsh sun while a mockingbird warbled in the distance.  He tried to recall who told him a mockingbird sang out of desperation.  Certainly not his father who’d tossed him aside like the rurales would soon do with his lifeless body.  He jumped as four guns exploded then watched his friend sink to the ground with a suspended revolutionary cry.  He was next.  Death didn’t scare him, but he regretted never facing his father.   Would Murdoch Lancer even know of his death in this God-forsaken place, let alone shed a tear for him?

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True North

Johnny rested his head on his saddle and let the sound of Scott’s easy breathing as he slept on the other side of the dying fire relax him.  The brightness of the North Star above caught his eye.   How many times had he followed it to safety?  Too damn many to count.  A year ago it led him to Lancer.  No, home.  And a brother he didn’t know existed.  Thanks to Scott he’d probably live to give the Ol’ Man grandkids instead of being dead before he was thirty.  Dios, it was good to finally have his own true North.

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Flights of Angels
A Drabble In Memory of Marlene Campbell

Johnny and Scott helped carry the wood casket from the church as vicious, black clouds gathered over the graveyard in protest at the event unfolding beneath them.  Seemed the entire town now stood, heads bowed, listening to the minister extol the virtues of their lost friend and ask God to grant eternal rest and perpetual light.  Johnny swallowed hard.  Why was it always the good ones and why always too soon?  A chorus of ‘Amen’ broke through his haze and he teared up as Scott tossed dirt on the casket saying, “And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

 

 

 

 

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