This story is an orphan – that is, the writer has not been active in the fandom for a long time, and the story has been rescued from the old, defunct Yahoo groups. So that we don’t lose the story entirely, we’re storing it here.
However the original author still owns this story. Should they reconnect with the fandom at some point, we will naturally respect whatever they want to do with their story.
A series of 55-Word-Stories by Juanita
No warnings but me
“We’re late and have to ride now!” Murdoch hollered impatiently. “You come down, immediately!”
“’kay, ol’ man, I know!” Johnny murmured quietly, smiling. “Ya call the tune!”
The door to his room flew open. “But I’m just naked!”
“What?” Murdoch heard footsteps and took a quick glance upstairs, mouth open.
“Don’t you dare coming down!”
***
“Already downstairs!” Johnny grinned hilariously. “Hola, Boston!”
He ran his hands through his still wet raven hair, giving his brother a wink. Then looked at Murdoch. “And what next?”
“Scott,” Murdoch plead. “Please, tell me I’m dreaming!”
“I’m sorry, Sir …,” the older brother chuckled, hiding a wide smile behind his palm. “He’s actually naked!”
***
Murdoch eyed his naked youngest, clearing his throat. “May I remind you on our plan setting out early this morning, young man?”
“Sure!” Johnny grinned. “Where’s my horse?”
Murdoch couldn’t help an amused snort. “Come on, boy!” he complained.
“You’re still … unready!”
“Ooops!” Johnny conceded, looking around. Then headed upstairs. “Forgot my saddlebags, right?”
The End
Juanita
March, 2009
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