"Little Britches" Universe


Disclaimer: This work of fan fiction is not intended to infringe upon anyone with legal rights to The Magnificent Seven. I don't own the characters, and am receiving no money for this work.

I would like to thank J.K. Poffenberger and S. Berry for creating and supporting the "Littles Britches" AU and for generously making it available for others to play in. I would also like to thank S. Berry for providing assistance in the preparation of this story and for formatting it for submission.


Part 1

Nathan and Josiah were just approaching the Larabee Ranch, looking forward to checking in on Chris, Buck, and the boys, when the peace of their ride was shattered by terrified screams and an unearthly roar. Both immediately put their horses into a gallop and headed in the direction of the ranch house, the apparent location of someone in terrible distress. They were just about upon the house when they had to pull their horses up suddenly to avoid running over two small boys as they came tearing around the corner of the house shrieking! JD kept running past Josiah and Nathan, but Vin ducked behind a rain barrel, just as Buck came flying around the corner bent low, arms out stretched, hands like claws, emitting a horrendous roar! As Buck passed the barrel, his eyes on JD ahead of him, Vin launched himself onto Buck’s back with war whoop, yelling, "JD! I got him! JD! Come help me!"

The younger boy turned and he, too, launched himself on Buck. Soon the three of them were rolling on the ground, yelling and laughing. Nathan and Josiah, momentarily stunned by the spectacle in front of them, hadn’t immediately noticed Chris standing quietly on the porch observing the proceedings. He looked up at the two on horseback, gave a half-grin, and shrugged, as if to say, "Boys will be boys!"

Nathan and Josiah couldn’t help but burst out laughing as they got off their horses and joined Chris on the porch. Both couldn’t have been more pleased to see how the young boys had settled in and were behaving normally, well as normally as young boys can be expected to around a big kid like Buck. Even Vin, who they’d only seen as quiet and solemn, was yelling and carrying on almost as much as Buck and JD.

"Afternoon, Chris," Josiah said as he mounted the steps, "we came to see if the boys were well and in good spirits." His rumbling laugh boomed out as he continued, "Brother Nathan, do they look well to you? As far as the spirits go, it would be difficult to imagine them in better spirits!" He clapped Nathan on the back while the healer just grinned.

The three were about to sit down to some conversation, when Vin registered who had arrived while he was tackling Buck. "JD! Mr. Nathan and Mr. Josiah are here!" He broke away from the scrimmage and hurled himself up the stairs and at Josiah as JD broke away and did the same to Nathan. The two men beamed as they hugged the boys. There was no question that the two boys were special; one could not help be around them and not start to feel good.

Buck picked himself up, swatted at the dust on his clothes, and came up the steps grinning sheepishly. "Nathan, Josiah, good to see you. I was just training the boys on how to protect themselves if they meet a bear."

"Ah, yes, we see. You’re teaching them to jump on the back of a charging bear and wrestle it to the ground," commented Nathan, one eyebrow lifted.

"Well, now, I was teaching ‘em how to run. We hadn’t gotten to the part about it not being a good idea to jump on the bear yet. That’s tomorrow’s lesson."

With that, all adult conversation ended as JD’s excited voice took over. "Mr. Josiah, Mr. Nathan, come out to the barn. You gotta see our horses. And we can show you the new kittens. And one of the mares foaled a few days ago, and the foal, she was all wobbly legged and falling down, but now she’s running all over the place! Come on. I’ll show you. Chris, is it OK?" as he tugged at Josiah and Nathan’s hands, leading them toward the barn. Chris smiled and nodded. He and Buck followed willingly as Vin ran ahead. Chris was beginning to find it hard to imagine life before the boys had joined them. Their zest for life on a horse ranch was contagious, and both Buck and Chris were seriously infected.

ooooOOOoooo

In the time that the boys had lived at the ranch, they’d learned a lot about helping out and eagerly took on chores, especially if they involved helping with the horses. Since it was a horse ranch, it was an easy matter to find chores involving the horses, such as cleaning stalls, feeding or grooming the horses, or oiling the tack. It was not at all unusual to find one or both of the boys in the barn carrying out one of these duties while Chris or Buck tackled the myriad of heavier tasks involved in the management of a horse ranch.

One day, Chris was working on one of the horse’s shoes while Vin was occupied in another part of the barn cleaning tack, when he called, "Hey, Vin, can you get me my big nippers? These just aren’t doing the job."

"Sure Chris, where are they?"

"In the tool room." He pointed to a small, dark room near the end stalls.

Vin looked down at the room, swallowed hard and headed toward it. He knew where the tool room was. He’d just never been in it before. He’d managed to avoid it so far. When he got to the door, he paused, then squared his shoulders and stepped in. Chris, holding up the horse’s forefoot and waiting for the nippers, watched, a little puzzled at Vin’s slowness. Usually the boy raced from place to place. He called, "They’re hanging on the wall."

When Vin didn’t answer and didn’t reappear right away, Chris put down the horse’s foot and walked to the room. He found Vin inside, shivering, his eyes filled with terror. Chris reached out to put his arm around the boy when Vin shrank away from him and put his arm up protectively, whimpering, "Please, don’t. Please, it hurts. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it."

As gently but as quickly as he could Chris picked up the trembling boy, who stiffened immediately at his touch, and carried him out of the room. He took him out into the sunshine talking to him the whole time. "Vin, it’s OK. I’m not going to hurt you. Vin, it’s Chris. I won’t hurt you. I’m just going to put you on this bench," he said as he sat the quaking child on the bench in the sunshine by the barn. Chris sat down beside him at a small distance and waited. The rancher watched as Vin grasped the edge of the bench, his knuckles white, then he slowly relaxed and stopped trembling. All the time, Chris was seething inside with anger at whoever had hurt the boy and caused this kind of fear in him, but he was careful not to let Vin see his fury.

"You OK, Vin?" The boy nodded, but didn’t look at him. "Did that room remind you of something bad?" Vin nodded again, head hung low. "Want to talk about it?"

The boy turned to Chris, a haunted look deep in his blue eyes. He looked like he was ready to say something, then shook his head and quickly looked down again. He hung his head and wrapped his arms around himself but sidled closer to Chris on the bench. "I’m sorry. I get kinda scared in small, dark rooms. I’m sorry. I shoulda told you before," his voice a bare whisper.

Chris moved closer, taking care to watch that he didn’t upset the boy and put he his arm around Vin’s shoulders. He was relieved when he felt the tension ease and the boy leaned into him. "It’s OK. When you want to talk about it, we can. No reason you shoulda told me. I’m sorry I sent you in there. You don’t have to go in that room unless you want to."

ooooOOOoooo

When Chris had put him down on the bench by the barn, Vin felt miserable. Maybe Chris wouldn’t want him around anymore now that he knew Vin was a coward, afraid of dark rooms. He’d tried to be brave, tried to make himself go in that room. Every time he got near the door, his heart would start beating faster and he’d feel him again -- Mr. Baker. Mr. Baker hadn’t liked Vin. Nothing the boy could do had been right. At first, he’d tried as hard as he could to do what he was supposed to, but Mr. Baker would yell at him, hit him and drag him into the closet, where he’d hit him again and then lock him in, for hours. Vin never really knew how long he was left hurting and cowering in that small, dark room. Later, he’d given up trying, and just worked hard on staying out of the way, but Mr. Baker would find him and yell at him. Even if Vin hadn’t done anything, he would beat him and lock him up. Sometimes, Mr. Baker had a cigar in his hand when he’d found Vin and he’d yelled and then burned him. Vin grabbed his arms tighter around himself when he remembered the fear and pain of that. He tried to tell himself that Mr. Baker was gone, left behind, that he couldn’t hurt him anymore, but when he faced the dark room, memories flooded back and it was as if Mr. Baker was standing right behind him ready to hit him and close the door.

Sitting in the warm sunshine, Vin started to relax. Chris’ gentle words slowly penetrated. It didn’t sound as if he wanted to be rid of him now that he knew the truth. He felt his mentor’s arm come around his shoulder and it felt good and safe. Mr. Baker was fading into the past again. He leaned against Chris and relaxed. He wanted to tell him about what had happened, but when he opened his mouth, the fears came back and he couldn’t form the words. Chris said it was OK and he could wait. For now, he just accepted the strong and comforting presence. Maybe later, he’d find a way to tell him.

ooooOOOoooo

Later that evening after the men were sure both boys were asleep, Chris told Buck what happened. He didn’t try to hide his anger. "Whoever beat up on him probably also locked him up somewhere dark and small. Buck, he was terrified. He didn’t even recognize me when he was in that room. If I ever find the bastard that did this to him, I’ll kill him!"

"JD said something once about Vin not liking closets. Said something happened at the orphanage. Didn’t seem to know much more than that," commented Buck. "I didn’t realize how bad it really was else I would a told ya."

"Not your fault. Vin’s so careful to stay away from places like that, JD probably doesn’t know how bad it is. Goddamn it, Buck! How could someone hurt him like that? He couldn’t a been more’n about five when it happened. Nathan said those scars of his have been there for awhile."

Buck looked at Chris, seeing his anger, and surprisingly his guilt. How could he feel guilty for this? He couldn’t protect Vin back then. Buck shook his head; Chris was like that. He was hurting for what had happened to Vin years ago and what it was doing to him now.

"Chris, this ain’t your fault. We all know that Vin’s had a hard life. It ain’t fair. We’ve got to make it different from now on. That’s what we can do."

Chris nodded. He knew his friend was right. If he could just get his hands on the bastard that had done this to Vin, but that was a long time ago and a long way away. No point dwelling on the impossible. He started to calm down and thought about Buck’s comment. "You’re right. We have to make a difference now. We’ll have to be kind of careful to remember. I’ll try to work with him to see if we can get him over the worst of it. Maybe Nathan or Josiah will have some ideas. And I guess I’ll see if I can get him to tell me if there’s anything else that scares him like that. God knows there may be something else and, damn it, he ain’t likely to bring it up!"

ooooOOOoooo

The next day, Buck, Chris and the boys had been working down by the corrals when in the late afternoon, Buck called out, "That’s it for me. I’m done for the day. I’m heading up to the house."

"I’ll be right along," said Chris. "Vin, JD, you coming?"

"Can we stay out a while longer and play in the hay?" piped up JD.

"Don’t see why not? You’re gonna get itchy, but you need a bath tonight anyway, so go ahead," Chris said as he put aside his work and followed Buck up to the house.

JD and Vin exchanged looks. "Bath! Ugh! Let’s stay out late, and maybe they’ll forget," suggested Vin.

The two men headed off to the ranch house while the boys played. Vin had just shoved JD into a large pile of loose hay, when they heard gunshots, nearby. They raced out of the barn and around the corner, to see a group of men on horses surrounding Chris and Buck. They could see Chris was helping Buck off the ground.

JD started to yell, "Buck!" when Vin clapped his hand over his cousin’s mouth and grabbed his arm to pull him back behind the barn.

"JD, quiet! We ain’t gonna be able to help get them away from all those men! We need ta watch and see where they take them and we gotta go for help!"

They watched long enough to see Chris and Buck escorted into the ranch house. Then the boys put bridles on their ponies and jumped on bareback as they still didn’t have saddles. They urged the ponies into a run for the gate and kept running, leaning low over the ponies, especially when they heard more gunfire behind them. "Come on, JD! We gotta go get help!" yelled Vin.

They stayed low over their horses and kept galloping until they were well away from the ranch and sure that no one was following them. Vin pulled up and JD as well. "What’re we gonna do?" asked the younger boy.

ooooOOOoooo

Part 2

After Chris and Buck had been shot down while heading back to the ranch house, they had been surrounded by a group of men led by ‘The Colonel.’ Neither man had been seriously injured, and they both sized up the opposition while they were dragged into the house and tied. The second in command seemed to be a man named Sheffield and as nearly as they could tell the rest were hired guns. There appeared to be at least 12 of them altogether. Chris had blood down the side of his face where a bullet had creased his head and Buck had a bullet wound in the leg, but both were well enough to be keenly aware of their circumstances. They were tied up in there own home by a group of men whose purpose they didn’t know.

The Colonel stood in front of them. "Mr. Larabee and Mr. Wilmington, let me introduce myself. I am Colonel William Standiford, an old friend of Judge Travis’." With that Chris felt a cold chill. This fellow didn’t sound like an ‘old friend’ the Judge wanted to see again.

Chris looked at the Colonel coolly, "So, how do you know the Judge?"

"Enough of this! You two sit quietly or I’ll have you gagged," ordered the Colonel.

Buck and Chris exchanged looks when the Colonel turned his back and moved off. Suddenly, there was a flurry of activity outside, men yelling and rapidly moving horses could be heard. Both Chris and Buck were stilled with the gut-wrenching realization that the noise was probably due to the boys. ‘Oh, God’ thought Buck. ‘What are you kids doing?’ They heard the hoof beats pass by the ranch and start to fade as they moved off to a distance. Both Chris and Buck relaxed a little when they didn’t hear any other horses pursue. Moment later, their initial relief was replaced with panic when they heard the shots. But the fear was short-lived as Sheffield came in to report.

"It’s a couple of kids on ponies. Should we go after them?"

"No," replied the Colonel. "They’re playing right into our hands. Let them go. Those other peacekeepers from town are going to come looking for these two when those kids report on what’s going on out here. I want you and a few men to get out by the road. I want them stopped and brought in here."

Chris and Buck looked at each other. Vin and JD had escaped, but Josiah and the others would be riding straight into a trap! And there was nothing they could do to warn them.

ooooOOOoooo

They had made their escape and now JD was asking Vin what to do. He didn’t know what to do, but his cousin was depending on him. He had to come up with a plan.

"We’ll go to town to get Mr. Josiah, Mr. Nathan, and Mr. Ezra," answered Vin, assured that this was the only reasonable course to take. JD was thinking he was glad Vin knew his way, because he wasn’t sure he could do this on his own. They proceeded on to town at a gentle lope, knowing that the ponies couldn’t gallop the whole way. When they got to town, both boys headed for Josiah’s church, but it was empty. They looked across the way. That’s where they thought they could find help – the saloon. They tied the ponies and approached the doors cautiously. Light poured out and there were loud noises of men talking and women laughing. Both boys felt very timid about entering, but they had to find help. They peeked slowly through the doorway, trying to find Nathan, Josiah, or Ezra. JD spied Josiah and Nathan in the corner. "There they are," he squeaked as he started in their direction. Vin followed his cousin, casting wary glances right and left as he moved into the room.

The two boys had made it about halfway to the table when a very large and very drunk cowboy stepped in front of them. "Well, lookee here. What do we have here? A couple a pint-sized cowboys. What’re you boys doing in here?" he leered and started to reach for JD.

"Don’t you touch him," ordered Vin and he stepped between the man and his cousin.

The man grabbed the older boy’s arm instead, "Now that ain’t polite."

Vin struggled to pull his arm free, yelling at the man, "Let go of me! You let go of me!" He gave the man a kick in the shins and cringed as the man raised his hand to hit him. By this time, JD had jumped in and was kicking from the side, taking care to duck away when the man tried to get a hold of him.

Suddenly, the man felt a huge hand on his shoulder. "I think you’d better just leave these boys alone, Brother," said the tall preacher as he and Nathan came up and JD scooted for shelter behind the healer. The drunken cowboy started to protest, then saw the size of the preacher and decided he’d rather be back at the bar drinking with his friends. He let go of Vin’s arm and backed away hands out. "Sorry, no harm meant. Just having a little fun." He turned and made a hasty retreat.

Nathan scooped JD up and Josiah took Vin’s small hand in his huge one as they headed back to their table. They sat down, JD on Nathan’s knee, and Josiah got eye-level with Vin. "Vin, JD, what’s wrong? Why are you here?" asked the preacher gently trying not to reveal his concern. The boys coming to the saloon alone could only mean one thing -- Chris and Buck were in trouble.

JD started spilling out the story, but his words tumbled over each other making little sense. Vin took over and explained what had happened at the ranch. "Can you come to help, please?" he pleaded.

"We sure will. Vin, do you know how many men there were?" asked Josiah.

Vin looked down, momentarily ashamed. "I didn’t count them. I guess I should have. There were lots." JD nodded in agreement.

Josiah pointed to a group of men standing around the bar. "About that many?" he asked.

Vin looked over, thought a moment, picturing back to the group standing around at the ranch. "About, maybe a little more," he said hesitantly.

"You said Chris and Buck were hurt. How bad?" asked Nathan.

"I-I don’t know. Not too bad, I think, ‘cause they were standing and walking. Chris was holding his head, and there was blood, and Buck was limping like his leg hurt," answered Vin. JD looked like he was about ready to cry at the memory.

"Now don’t worry; that doesn’t sound too bad. They’ll be fine," Nathan reassured them and his tightened his arm around the smaller boy.

"We’ll get saddled up and go see for ourselves. Too bad Ezra’s not back yet. We could probably use his help. Don’t you worry none, we’ll get Chris and Buck out," Josiah said to the boys.

ooooOOOoooo

It was well into the evening when Nathan and Josiah were ready to head out. Vin and JD went out with them and were ready to mount up on their ponies, when Josiah said as gently as he could, "Whoa, now, boys. I think you’d better stay here and let us check things out. Besides you need to be here to explain what happened when Ezra gets back. Tell you what, why don’t we get Inez to let you get a little sleep in the back, then she can come and get you when he arrives."

"But, Mr. Josiah, Chris and Buck need us. We want to help," protested Vin as JD nodded vigorously.

Nathan stepped in, "I’m sorry, boys, but there could be shooting and Chris and Buck would never forgive us if we let something happen to you. You need to be here to tell Ezra what happened."

The men settled the grumbling boys with Inez and headed out.

They didn’t have much of a plan, considering the odds, but their first step was to get close to the ranch and size up the situation. They didn’t get that far. A half mile from the ranch, they were surrounded by several riders, who came out of the dark, firing a few warning shots. Josiah was winged in the arm and neither really had a chance. ‘Great!’ thought Josiah as they were led, unarmed, toward the ranch. ‘Some rescuers we are.’

Chris and Buck looked up and their hopes fell as the other two peacekeepers were led into the ranch house, hands tied. They could see that Ezra was missing and hoped that it didn’t mean he was lost.

"Can’t say I’m glad to see ya," remarked Chris dryly as the two were pushed to sit down next to Buck. "Where’s Ezra?"

"He wasn’t back from Eagle Bend so we came without him," said Josiah and both Chris and Buck gave a sigh of relief.

Chris continued quietly, "Vin and JD?"

"They’re just fine," said Nathan. "They rode in to tell us what happened and they wanted to come help us, but we made them stay with Inez. Don’t worry, they’re fine; just worried about you two. How bad are you hurt?"

"It’s OK. Just got grazed," Buck answered. Chris nodded, but grimaced at the ache in his head.

"Let me see to their injuries. I need to bandage them up," said Nathan to the Colonel.

"Well, I am not an inhumane man. Go ahead," said the Colonel and he signaled one of his men to watch Nathan. The healer found that the wounds were fairly superficial and could be taken care with cleansing and bandaging. Chris would probably have a punishing headache for awhile.

ooooOOOoooo

Part 3

Vin and JD tried to curl up on the blankets on the floor in the back room at Inez’, but they kept thinking about Buck and Chris.

"JD, you awake?" asked Vin.

"Yeah," came the sleepy reply.

"I wanna go an’ help Mr. Josiah an’ Mr. Nathan rescue Chris an’ Buck. Wanna come?" asked Vin in hushed tones.

"Yeah," said the younger boy popping up.

"OK, now be real quiet. We gotta sneak out the back. Don’t make no sound now. Come on," said Vin as he led the way to the back door. Once out back, the boys quickly ran around front to retrieve their ponies and set off again for the ranch. As they got close, they heard gunshots and put their ponies into a gallop, watching the ground carefully in the moonlight to be sure the ponies didn’t stumble. When they rounded a bend, they saw a group of men surrounding Josiah and Nathan. Vin pulled up short and stared, paralyzed by fear. If Nathan and Josiah were captured, who was going to help Buck and Chris? He couldn’t think what to do.

JD pulled up next to him and started to whimper, "Vin, what’re we gonna do?"

As soon as JD started to cry, Vin sat up on his pony and stiffened his back with resolve. He had to show JD that they shouldn’t be scared. He’d figure it out.

"JD, we can’t go to the ranch. There’s too many of them. We gotta go back and find Mr. Ezra. He’ll know what to do."

"Vin, I’m lost. I don’t know which way to go," sniffled the younger boy.

"It’s OK, JD. I know the way. Come on. Follow me, but watch the ground so Molly don’t stumble," said the older boy trying to sound braver than he was feeling. They headed slowly back to town and sat down outside the saloon to wait for Ezra.

It was almost two in the morning when Ezra returned. He walked straight into the saloon, only to be met immediately by a very agitated Inez who rattled on about things he could not follow.

"My dear, Senorita Inez, pray slow down. I cannot fathom a thing you are imparting to me."

Inez caught her breath and tried again, "Josiah and Nathan went to the ranch to help Buck and Chris, and Vin and JD have run away. What am I to do? They told me to watch the boys."

That made a little more sense, but still not enough. Ezra tried again to move Inez through the story slowly, and finally got the major portions sorted out. "Vin and JD were to remain here and now they disappeared?"

"Si, Senor. We must find them."

"Do not distress yourself further. I will mount a search for them outside," offered the gambler.

It didn’t take long. When he stepped out in front of the saloon and scanned up and down the street in both directions, his eye was caught by the shadows of strange lumps leaning against the wall outside the saloon. He stepped over for closer inspection. "JD? Vin? What are you boys doing here?"

The boys stirred and stared sleepily up at the gambler. As Vin slowly came awake, panic set in again and he leapt up and started to tell Ezra what had happened. The gambler let him go on a bit, fitting the pieces of the story he’d gotten from Inez with Vin’s version, as he led them both into the light of the saloon.

"Master Tanner, Master Dunne, do come in and sit down. I believe we shall have to formulate a plan." JD just looked at Vin puzzled.

Inez finished closing the saloon while Ezra settled the boys at a table with a glass of milk each. "Now, let’s go over this again very carefully, very slowly so I have the full details describing the circumstances," said the gambler calmly as he got the boys to tell him exactly what had happened. Lines of concern flitted briefly across his usualy smooth brow; if four of his friends were incarcerated at the Larabee ranch, it did not bode well for them and he needed to find a way to liberate them. On the other hand, he was but one man. ‘The odds, ah, the odds’, he moaned to himself. That would something he would have to ignore.

Ezra thought awhile. Aside from the overwhelmingly unpropitious odds, he had a few problems. Josiah and Nathan had been ambushed and captured before they got to the ranch. Vin knew precisely where this had occurred, but his description of the location meant nothing to the gambler, who had paid little attention to landmarks as he had traveled back and forth to the Larabee ranch. He had no idea where the place was. He needed Vin to show him. On a negative note, if he got the boys involved in a rescue attempt, well, he hated to think what Buck and Chris would do to him later for putting the boys at risk! Of course, if they didn’t rescue his four compatriots, there might never be a later! Ezra didn’t like facing these choices. He was used to Chris or Josiah, or even Buck, making these kinds of decisions.

"Vin, if we head out to the ranch, do you think you can guide us around the place where Josiah and Nathan were ambushed?"

The boy nodded.

"Do you think you can get us close to the ranch house without anyone seeing us?"

The boy nodded again.

"Well, it would appear that we have no choice but to go out there and rescue our friends. Now you boys get some more sleep. We’ll leave very early in the morning, before first light." Inez looked at him dubiously. She knew Buck and Chris were not going to like this plan. Ezra looked back with a slight, helpless shrug. He had no choice.

ooooOOOoooo

Dawn found the three of them hiding in shrubs near the back of the ranch house. There had been no signs of activity yet. Ezra had no idea how many there were or what condition his friends were in. However, it was clear to him that he alone could not do much against a group of armed men. He needed to get weapons to his friends. As he was considering the situation, he mumbled under his breath, "I wish there were a way into the house without using the front door."

A quiet voice next to him said, "I know a way in."

JD and Ezra both looked at Vin startled. "You do?"

"Through the woodshed. It connects to a woodbin next to the fireplace. Chris said it’s so you can have firewood in the winter without having to go outside."

"How is it closed off?" asked Ezra.

"There’s a small door. It has a latch, but I think it could be opened from the outside."

"Well, then I shall endeavor to go in that way and have a look," said Ezra with determination.

"You can’t," said Vin hesitantly, reluctant to face where this was leading.

"And, Master Tanner, pray tell, why can I not?" asked Ezra indignantly.

"Cause you’re too big. The bin is small. I could fit in it, but you can’t." At this JD nodded; he remembered the bin after Vin reminded him of it. Ezra was way too big to fit into the wood bin.

Ezra paused at this. If he thought Chris and Buck would be mad at him for bringing the boys with him, imagine how they would react if he let Vin enter the house through the wood bin. Again, there didn’t seem to be many choices.

"All right. You maneuver in quietly and see if you can see into the room. Don’t go inside! Come back to report on what you see. Now, I’ll let you know when to cross to the shed. Quietly, my good man. It is essential to not disturb the sleeping miscreants." JD and Vin both looked at Ezra puzzled, having no clue what a miscreant was, but it didn’t sound good. 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