The world of Johnny Madrid Lancer
LITTLE DARBBLES ABOUT OUR COWBOY
These are little 55 or more word drabbles about Johnny, I and my friends had fun
writing. I thought I would share with ya all. I do hope you enjoy.
A SERIES OF FIRSTS........By Liette
She stops the buggy at the top of the crest. We both get up, taking a look at the valley below.
"There it is. Lancer. The most beautiful place in the world," she says.
It takes my breath away. Never have I seen something so majestic, so beautiful. I wonder what my newfound brother thinks.
Murdoch Lancer. What does he look like? Mama never said. Guess I’ll see soon enough.
I follow Mr. Dandy. We step inside a large room and I suddenly find myself in front of him – the man who kicked us out, Mama and me.
Dios, he’s huge. He could kill me with his bare hands. Scary!
Well, the girl outdid herself, obviously. How does she expect me to eat all of this? Never seen that much food in front of me at one time.
And what’s all this? Is Murdoch Lancer trying to impress me with his fortune? Scott doesn’t seem impressed. Well, I’m not gonna let him sucker me in.
Said it was my room when I was here. Don’t remember. Wish I could.
Should I unpack? I don’t even know if I’ll stay here. The Ol’ Man, he sure acts tough. I bet he never gives an inch. But I’ll show him I don’t either. I’ll show him Johnny Madrid ain’t afraid of him
I barge in his room, half-dressed. Thought I’d
shock him. "Come in," he says. Guess I was wrong.
I play with his things. Seems to work. Teresa
barges in… Now, THAT got him.
"Doesn’t anyone ever knock around here?" he asks.
"Oh, think of me like a sister," she answers.
I smile. Think I’ll stay.
I Decide ...series ...by Vickie
I decide when I’m ready to ride and how fast I’ll go.
I get to decide which horse is gentle enough and how far I go.
I’m a man, have been since I was 12.
I don’t take orders. I decide what I will do and when I will do it.
Ok, I’ll do it.
"Johnny, be reasonable!
You know Sam and I don’t want you riding for a few more days."
"But I’ve ridden with worse; to survive, you know?"
"You’re not well enough to ride Barranca, promise you won’t ride your horse?"
"You asking, old man, or telling?"
"I’m asking, son."
"OK, I promise not to ride Barranca."
I’m so bored it’s not funny.
I want to ride.
Sam and Murdoch won’t let me.
Scott just gives me that stern big brother look.
I’ve been hurt worse.
I’m old enough to decide when I’m ready to get back on a horse and which one.
But Murdoch asked, so I decided not to ride.
A Decision Made
I promised I wouldn’t ride Barranca.
Never promised I wouldn’t ride.
I just got to ride before I go crazy
Which horse should I ride?
I know; I’ll ride the old man’s horse.
He’ll never know; he’s so busy with them books.
He doesn’t need him right now anyway.
Jelly, Murdoch needs his horse saddled.
"Hey, Teresa, Scott, Hey Murdoch.
Murdoch! What in tarnation are ya doing here?
Where’d ya put yur horse?"
"Jelly, what are you talking about now?
My horse should be in the corral. I don’t need him today.
Scott and I need to get these books done."
"But Johnny said you needed him saddled."
He has done what?
He promised me he would not ride Barranca!
Sir, he is not riding Barranca.
How did he think he could get away with this?
Does boy has a death wish?
Scott saddle some horses, we’re going after him.
When I find him he won’t be riding any horse let alone mine.
"But Murdoch, he didn’t lie to you; don’t you see?
He promised not to ride Barranca and he isn’t."
"Scott, he knows he’s not supposed to be riding."
"Yes, but you know how impulsive he can be.
Besides what’s he got to do while he heals?
You need to calm down before we catch up?"
"Johnny Lancer what are you doing in town?
Didn’t I tell you ‘no riding’?
Now you’ve been in a bar fight?
Don’t know why I’m bothering to patch you up. Your pa is going to have your hide. Scott will take care of what’s left," growled Sam.
"Johnny!" bellowed Murdoch.
"Uh oh, I can explain!"
"You deserve a visit to the woodshed, boy. What should I do with you? What will get through that thick skull of yours to make you see we don’t want to lose you?"
"Never had someone care so much about me. Think maybe we could try again. You not whupping me, is a good start."
An Cowboy's Easter Poem
An Cowboy's Easter
Last night I dreamt I had run my race
And reached the finish line
And walked the darkened desert path
That waits for all in time
And when I reached the trailhead there
I was rounded up and penned
Inside the ranch that's called The Grave
The destiny of men
Well, the ramrod was a wicked man
His name was simply Death
Who ruled over all the herd
Of those who once drew breath
And in the center of the ranch
Was a spring of water sweet
That sang to us of life anew
As we suffered in the heat
But struggle though we tried and tried
We never could get near
The ramrod had a gun of fire
And a whip of solid fear
But when our hopes had died away
And turned into despair
A mighty wondrous thing occurred
For all the mortals there
A cowboy rode into the ranch
And the ramrod seemed to pale
For this had never happened
But he had heard the tale
For ancient legend had it
That one day a man would ride
Down the dark and twisted path
With a wound upon his side
And his hands would also bear twin scars
And his hat would hide a crown
And he would take this ranch
And he would cast it down
Now this cowboy really looked the part
His shirt was stained with blood
And his reins were also slick with it
Where he held them in his gloves
But battle weary though he was
His eyes held naught of fear
And all of us who saw him
Felt salvation was near
And though the ramrod has been called
Pale Rider as you know
Never had he looked so pale
As he faced his mighty foe
And the cowboy swung down from his horse
And he faced the one called Death
Then all of Heaven and of Earth
They all just held their breath
And the cowboy spoke to Death
So everyone could hear
"Do not mistake me for the lamb.
I am a lion here."
"The price I paid to walk this path
Was steep, but gladly paid.
And now I call you out
For your destiny is laid."
And on his hip a sixgun shone
Forged by divinity
And on his holster was a brand
The mark of Trinity
And Death went for his gun of fire
But the cowboy was too fast
And in a flash of blessed light
The age of Death was pastby John Pierce
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The Doll.........By Marilyn
He stood among the ashes, remembering. But nothing looked familiar, for there was only darkness before.
He walked through the ruins, still pondering why he came back.
Then he saw it, picked it up, closed his eyes and smiled. 'Lem's house, Mattie's room, her doll.' he whispered and wept.
'I wonder if they found Evans yet?' He silently pondered, twiddling with his barcelet while endlessly staring at the door.
'What if they don't, do I loose it all....again. This time for good? And what would this do to my family? Dios, damn you Barker, you son....of!'
The door creeks open, "Hi"
'I see it in his eyes, the answer to my question, NO!' Johnny frowned and leaned back against the wall.
'I also see the pain that Barker caused. And I now hear these words he is saying, desperate words. And my heart aches for him.
"Think about it!"
"No I already have, I'm not running."
"What do you mean no? You turning down your brother?"
"Ah, come on, Scott, just this once? I'll owe ya." Johnny pleaded.
"You don't even know this girl!"
"That's why I need your help."
Sighing, "Alright. But in Private."
"Fine with me."
"Well, what do you want to learn first?"
He stared down at them, his eyes glistened with pride. She fought valiantly and won, and I now hold her prize in my arms.
He nods with confidence as I finish up. He slowly walks over and gently nudges his offspring.
"Come on, you can do it."
He takes his first steps, Barranca's colt.
Mixed Emotions.....series of three
Maria picked up her nino`, walked to the window, peered down into the shadows where he waits. Her heart and mind torn between freedom and the bondage, that was drowning her free spirit. Here she had wealth, security, but still it wasn't enough.
The nino` wakes, "mama?"
"Hush, my hijo, we must go now."
No turning back.
Her child cried as they rode off into the night, "Papa." his little arms reaching out towards the fading lights. But her mind is made up, there is no turning back. "This has to be." she declared.
Taking her hijo into her arms, "this is for the best."
"No mama, I want papa." He cried.
Maria looked into her son's sad blue eyes, her heart breaking, but held strong. "Oh, mi hijo, one day you will understand. Your papa does not want us...you. But you have a new papa now, he will love you as his own."
Johnny looks up at the man with his cold eyes, and cries.
A Time of Beginning......By Belinda
Tick, Tick, Tick,
The doctor has been up there so long. How much Longer? He would tell me if any thing were wrong wouldn't he?
Tick, Tick, Tick,
I hear the door open. someone is coming. Oh, it's just Consuala. What is she carrying? She's holding the bundle out to me.
"Senor, your new son."
"Welcome to the world Johnny."
Time For a New Beginning
Tick, Tick Tick,
It's been so long. I hope the stage is on time. Will he remember me from that one meeting on his fifth birthday?
Tick, Tick, Tick,
Thank goodness Teresa is with him. Why am I so nervous? He's a fine looking man.
"Who is that standing next to him? I don't believe it. It's him!
Time of fear
Tick, Tick, Tick,
It's been so long. How long does it take to remove a bullet? What was that boy thinking?
Tick, Tick, Tick,
Thank goodness here comes the doctor.
"Calm down Murdoch. The boy will recover in time.
"It was close. It was to close. I could have lost him again."
I Am............By Texas Jan
I am a gunfighter. A gunhawk. A hired gun.
Some say a soul beyond redemption.
I am known by people around the border towns. I am feared by most but respected by some.
I am the builder of my reputation.
I am proud of my trade.
I am very Dangerous.
I am Johnny Madrid.