Summary: Pinned down by bounty hunters, Chris and Vin are facing a bleak future...
A very short piece written in response to a Challenge:- write a story on the subject of Larabee's Hat.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. I dont own the rights to the Magnificent Seven and I dont make any money from this work.
Think were in trouble?
Well, them bounty hunters got us pinned down real good. Reckon we aint got much chance - not less'n we kin make it to better cover behind that outcrop of rocks over there.
Think we can do that?
Give me your hat.
I need your hat.
Dont matter what fer. I need it.
So does my head.
JUST GIVE ME THE DARNED HAT!
Fine, take the hat
Thank ya kindly. Now, when I give the word, run like hell for that outcrop.
You got a plan?
So, what is it?
Aint got time texplain. Just trust me.
Just trust you, huh?
All right, but remember - this was your idea.
Right here, Chris.
No. Looks like your plan worked.
Reckon it did.
What exactly was the plan?
Ill tell ya later.
The cavalrys coming!
Yeah, and them bounty hunting varmints are running for their lives!
Looks like we might just live to fight another day, pard.
Ow! Whatd ya do that fer?
Keep your head down, someones coming!
I know that. Its Buck and JD.
Chris, you guys all right?
Were fine, Buck. Good timing, pard - things were getting a mite desperate.
We could see that. Hey, wheres your hat, Chris?
Vin wheres my hat?
Yes, my hat. The one you borrowed.
Well now, as I recall, I didnt borrow it exactly. I asked you fer it, and you gave it ta me.
Whats the difference? Where is it?
Chris, is this your hat?
Yeah, thanks, JD. What the where did all those holes come from?
Well, ya see Chris, thats what happens when a buncha bounty hunters starts shootin at yer hat.
But what You gotta be kidding me. THAT was the plan? To make them shoot at my hat instead of us?
Worked, didnt it?
Why did it have to be MY hat?
Aw now, Chris, ya didnt think I was gonna let em shoot mown hat full'a holes?
"Dont ya think yer overreacting just a mite?
I I you
Calm down, Chris, it cant be good for ya, goin all purple like that."
Im just gonna go check where the horses got to...
TANNER, you get your scrawny Texas ass back here RIGHT NOW or I swear, Im gonna shoot you myself!