Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary: The Seven don't have to do the sorting, but they do have to do the cleaning.
Warnings: OW, Double Drabble
Challenge: MyBrothersByChoice list's and Ficcers Unite's Magnificent Seven Challenge of the Week to write a TM7 drabble with "sorting" and "cleaning"
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 12 August, 2010
Disclaimer: Buck Wilmington, JD Dunne, Ezra Standish, Josiah Sanchez, Nathan Jackson, Vin Tanner, Chris Larabee, Four Corners, and The Magnificent Seven are & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
JD jumped as somebody entered the alley behind him. His sickened eyes lifted to Buck's reassuring face. "Does it ever get any better?"
"It gets easier for some o' us." Buck turned his gaze to the street, where the blood of three gangs they'd had to fight still ran. He saw Josiah, Nathan, and the undertaker hauling bodies away. "Some're always bothered by it, like Josiah an' Nathan. Times like these, they've learned they gotta let the Lord do the sortin'. For Chris' an' me, unfortunately, it's kinda become old hat, but Ez . . . Heck, he hit the outhouse when the bullets stopped comin', an' he ain't come out yet."
"Wouldn't blame him if he never did." JD took a deep breath as he tried to settle himself, then asked, "But what 'bout all that blood, Buck? We been in a drought so long. Rain ain't gonna clean it up this time."
"That's where these come in."
For the first time, JD noticed that Buck was carrying two rakes as he handed him one. "Ya gotta be kiddin'!"
"Nope," Buck drawled. JD promptly vomited again, and he patted him on the back. "Lord does the sortin', but we gotta do the cleanin'."
The End