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Winj

 

Observations

 

 

 

Johnny sat on the veranda with his foot propped up on a nest of pillows and a cup of hot coffee in his hand as he watched his brother begin the workday.

Two weeks in bed with a fractured ankle had been a hard fought victory for the Lancer family but now, with Sam's permission, Johnny was allowed up and he'd wasted no time.

As soon as he'd heard his brother moving about that morning, he had called to him, beckoning the older man to help him get dressed and downstairs.

Scott had rolled his still sleepy eyes but, with amusement, had agreed to assist with the chore.

Now, Johnny sat, content to watch the new day start. Although jealous of his brother's mobility, he couldn't help but smile as he watched Scott.

He had never really had the opportunity before to simply sit and watch his brother and he was amazed at the things he was noticing.

The way Scott walked across the courtyard. Strong, confident strides, head up, shoulders back. He exuded a kind of command that left others respectful but not intimidated.

The way he interacted with others. Giving orders without seeming to. No barking like Murdoch, Johnny thought with a grin.

Then, he was walking his horse out of the barn, hanging onto the lead rein, carefree and assured the horse would not balk.

He set his hat firmly on his head then stepped into the stirrup and settled gracefully into the saddle. Still erect, shoulders back but not stiff, relaxed.

Johnny was reminded of a cougar moving through the woods. Sleek and graceful and unassuming. Yet with a presence that was noticed by all and, underneath, the threat of danger if challenged.

"Something amusing you, son?" Murdoch asked as he joined him.

"No, just watching Scott," Johnny said, the wry grin still present.

"Watching Scott do what?" Murdoch asked as he looked out at his older son.

"Nothin, just watching him," Johnny smiled.

He decided to keep his observations to himself, quite sure neither his father or his brother would appreciate the comparison to a deadly predator. But that wasn't the way Johnny looked at a cougar and never had. He always thought of it as stealthy, courageous and fearless. Just like his brother.

 

 

~end~
2003

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