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Olley

 

 

Deathbait - a missing scene

An episode tag for "Deathbait"

 

“Ease up Johnny we got those beeves here a whole day early.  We could take some time out for good behaviour Murdoch wouldn’t mind”.

Scott grinned over at his brother.

They were walking down the boardwalk towards the saloon.  Well Scott was walking Johnny was storming down, his spurs loud.

“Johnny speak to me is there a problem here?” Scott cast a look around.

“No, Scott not here,” Johnny came to halt. Would Scott understand? Would he trust him?

“I got a bad feeling sudden like about trouble back at Lancer.”

Johnny snatched off his hat in frustration he hadn’t the words to explain the sick feeling in his gut.

Scott frowned. He had trusted Johnny with his life before based on instinct, would do it again?

“What’s this feeling telling you?”

Johnny shuffled his feet. “Remember that fella with the wolf hound when we were playing poker?”

Scott took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yes you beat me with a flush when I thought you were bluffing. You said you’d seen dogs like that run down elk.”

Johnny let a small smile slide across his face remembering how good it had been getting one over on Scott at that friendly game.  “Came to me where I may have heard tell of a man with a hand missing and I just know we got’a get back quick Scott.  Don’t know why. Just know we need to get home.”

 “Okay Johnny I’m not going to argue with a man who’s lived by his instincts as long as you have brother. Let’s go home we can always get Murdoch to owe us this free day.” Scott reached over and put his arm around Johnny’s shoulder.

Johnny relaxed a little and nodded.  This is what it was to be in a family, to know when they were in danger or trouble and to know he had someone to back him up when that feeling gripped him.

Johnny had set a fast pace on the homeward journey and was grateful that Scott had not questioned it.

He was right there had been trouble but it had passed.  His father was on his feet even if his eyes were bandaged.

 Murdoch was surprised at their early return. “Boys I didn’t expect you home so soon. I thought you would have visited with Mr Butler and stayed over in Spring Creek.”

Scott dismounted, “We made good time Murdoch. Mr Butler was pleased with the cattle and sends his regards. We would have stayed, Johnny though had a feeling that he just had to itch.”

Johnny stepped up to Murdoch and touched the bandage that bound this fathers eyes, the concern clear in his voice, “I was right about my feeling, you want to explain this?”

“I admit we had a little trouble,” Murdoch smiled keeping his voice light not wanting to worry his son, “You boys should know better than to doubt your old man couldn’t handle it. I’ll tell you all about it after dinner.”

Johnny’s heart lightened when his father, had put his hand on his shoulder and whispered, “We are fine son. You go chase that damn goose.”


 

~ end ~
30th March 2017.

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