Don't Take Your Guns to Town
Disclaimer. The Magnificent Seven is owned by Trilogy, Mirish, MGM, and some others I'm not sure of. I'm not making any money. 'Don't Take Your Guns to Town' was written by Johnny Cash and is owned by Columbia. Don't sue me, all you'll get is a show saddle, a computer and two cats. They're really cute cats, though.
Warning: DEATHFIC. Set in an alternate universe that doesn't really exist...('cept in my sick twisted mind.)
Author's Note: One of my all time favorite songs is, 'Don't Take Your Guns to Town,' by Johnny Cash. I know...I am *so* morbid. I heard it again and it shouted JD at me. I just wrote this really quick. A lot of it's word for word from the song. Thanks, Penny, for looking it over for me. Let me know what you think, but...please don't flame me. :)
Don't Take Your Guns to Town
A young boy named JD grew restless in the city. A boy filled with wanderlust he really meant no harm.
JD Dunne was finally in the West. The stagecoach ride had been long and he was hot, tired and dusty...but he was in the West.
His ears perked up. This wasn't his stop, but somehow it just seemed right. His right hand reached down and caressed the Colt Lightning on his hip. His mother had bought him the matching pair for his fourteenth birthday. They were his prized possession. He knew how much his mother had had to save to buy them. He wasn't supposed to take them off the mansion grounds. He could still hear her words, loud in his head, like she was still here. "Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, JD. Don't take your guns to town."
He could still remember his response. He'd laughed and kissed his mom and said, "Your JD's the man. I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can. But I wouldn't shoot without a cause, I'd gun nobody down."
He grimaced. It felt odd to have the guns on his hips, in plain view of God and everyone. His ma wouldn't have liked that. But, his ma was dead now. The guns were the epitome of everything he wasn't supposed to do. He was supposed to go to college, not come west. He wasn't supposed to carry the guns, not in public anyway. But, he was in the West now...and you carried guns in the West. He'd read the dime store novels.
Besides, there wasn't enough money for school.
So here he was, in the West.
He felt the stagecoach coming to a stop. He jumped off before the wheels even stopped turning. He looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the town. To his left was a saloon, most of the noise seemed to be coming from there.
His guns hung at his hips. He reached down and felt the ivory grips of his Colts; just reassuring himself that they were there, if he needed them.
He pushed his way through the batwing doors. He looked around, this was his first saloon. A red-coated gambler held court on a raised surface to his left. A long haired man and a menacing looking man dressed in black sat at a corner table, quietly talking. A black man and a huge bear of a man were seated at a table to his right; both looked up and gave him an appraising glance, then went back to their conversation.
JD walked up to the bar, where a tall man with a black mustache was flirting with the pretty dark haired bartender, and laid his money down.
His mother's words echoed in his head. "Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, JD. Don't take your guns to town."
He drank his first strong liquor then, to calm his shaking hand, and tried to tell himself that at last he had become a man. He winced as the liquor burned its way down to his stomach.
The tall stranger at his side began to laugh him down.
He heard again his mother's words, "Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns at home, JD. Don't take your guns to town."
Filled with rage, he reached for his gun to draw. The stranger drew his gun and fired, before he even saw.
As JD fell to the floor, the six men gathered 'round, and wondered at his final words.
"Don't take your guns to town, son. Leave your guns and home, JD. Don't take your guns to town."
Don't Take Your Guns To Town - Lyrics
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