By Brigitta B.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. "The Magnificent Seven" belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I’d be a happy woman if Vin belonged to me.....but no such luck. I have not made any profit out of writing this, so please don’t sue me. It would not be worth your while.

Author Comment: This poem (0f sorts) is in response to the Vin Tanner Fanfic and Discussion Group March Challenge Fic - Lost.

Poetry has never been my thing, but this idea came out this way, rather than in in narrative form. Please be kind.

1. I am not a professional writer - I'm just someone who loves the boys. My beta readers are volunteers who have willingly given their time to help me and I will always be in their debt. Any errors are mine alone. There are a number of spelling, grammar and punctuation differences between Australia and the USA... please forgive me for writing with an accent. (g)
2. I have no medical or weaponary knowledge so there are likely to be inaccuracies. I invite you to enjoy my story for what it is... a rumble about six hunks and one drop dead gorgeous, handsome, strong, cute guy - you pick which of the seven fits that description! (g)
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Special Thanks:
*Thank you to Darla, who rides every journey with me and whose words of support always send me scurrying back to the computer to write more.
*And finally, thank you to all of those wonderful people who have sent back comments on my previous stories. Pards, I am in your debt.




On That Day, in a Small Western Town

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost his reason for living, as opposed to existing,
wandered into Four Corners without purpose.
He was a man of great personal strength
but this strength had been drained considerably by the grief that consumed
his every waking moment.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost his right to freedom through the actions of others,
swept a porch, hiding his ability and torment behind an apron.
Life had not treated him fairly, though he remained a fair man.
Now his days were spent looking over his shoulder waiting for the moment
when the faceless would come to lead him to the hangman’s noose.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man lost the battle for acceptance and liberty
as the merciless judged him on the colour of his skin and not on the man he was.
A healer by way and by nature he sought only to help his fellow man.
Years of struggling to find his place in the world appeared shattered by a lynch mob
the likes of which had ended the dreams of so many just like him.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost the friendship of someone he loved like a brother
entertained himself in the arms of yet another woman of the moment.
His wide smile and bright eyes hid his loss but did not fill the hole in his heart.
Now he wandered the trails aimlessly, apparently content to live day to day
without purpose or thought of where the next hours would take him.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost his reason for staying,
ran away to the dusty streets and lawlessness of an unforgiving west.
Full of innocent zeal and recklessness fed by inner pain,
he longed to find the adventure he believed would help him both remember and forget
and provide his young life with direction and meaning.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost faith in himself but not in his Lord,
found himself alone in self-imposed exile.
Unsure of the path God wanted him to take, he waited impatiently,
paying his penitence in solitude, praying for a sign that would reveal his Lord’s ultimate plan
and absolve him of the sins he had performed in this merciless world.

On that day, in a small western town,
a man who had lost respect for the world and for himself,
succumbed to his need to prove himself by accumulating wealth.
In error, he believed that bettering others and winning made him a success…
but success was a lonely business and the path he had chosen hid his true character
which he protected by burying it deep.

On that day, in a small western town,
seven different men who had lost so much,
found in one another all that they had been searching for.
A legend was born, trust cemented and a unique brotherhood formed.
Each of their lives would be changed forever…
because of that day, in a small western town.



© April 2005 Brigitta B. : This relates only to the creative property in this story. The distinctive way the story unfolds, the specific dialogue and unique situations are mine. I acknowledge that some of the characters and settings belong to MGM and Trilogy Entertainment and thank them sincerely for turning a blind eye so I can borrow them. (g) No infrigement of copyright was intended and no profit has been made from this story... so, please don't sue me. It wouldn't be worth your while.


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