The Writer's Corner
Written by Vanessa Rose aka
***I made up a few McCain characters so it would work with my
They all said that he was going to be fine but Mark knew that he
wasn't going to be. They all said that he should rest from working
on the ranch but Mark said he wanted to keep on working so he would
keep on going. They all said that things would be back to normal but
Mark knew better. He lifted the ax and chopped the piece of wood in
half letting his anger out like a waterfall.
He didn't hear the horse ride up. He didn't hear Micah call his
"Mark?" Micah grabbed his arm just as Mark was going to chop another
piece of wood. "What are you doing, boy? I canít let you weaken like
this." Micah studied his face. He had deep circles under his eyes,
looked like he hadn't slept in weeks when it had only been three
days, and he looked like he could fall over any second.
"You should be saying sorry to Millie. She's been worried sick about
you." Mark closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry Micah." The boy repeated clenching his teeth. "I haven't
been feeling well since... well, you know." Micah let out a sigh.
"I'm sorry, son. I'm really sorry. Come here, Mark." Mark dropped
the ax and wrapped his arms around Micah. They held each other each
supporting one another. "Let it out, Mark." The fifteen year old boy
named Mark McCain began to sob. Micah let out a few tears himself.
Mark let go once he quieted down.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to cry."
"We all need to cry sometimes, Mark."
Are they still coming?" Mark asked.
"Yes, your uncle and aunt are still coming."
"I wish I could have done something." Mark mumbled.
"Me too, me too."
"How old is Mark now, Marshal?" Mrs. McCarthy asked tightly grasping
"Fifteen, he's in a lot of pain because of..." Micah drifted off
"How did it happen exactly?" Davis McCarthy asked. They sat in front
of the desk.
"Well, Lucas was with me delivering a prisoner--"
"Does he always help you with prisoners, Marshall?" Mrs. McCarthy
asked. Micah nodded.
"There was a gunfight, Lucas was injured in the leg and when he
arrived in North Fork we had to amputate him."
"Amputate!!" Mrs. McCarthy gasped. "No! My brother is..."
"Yes, he has only one leg now."
"But isn't he the famous Rifleman?" Mr. McCarthy asked. "Doesn't he
have a large ranch outside of town?"
"When do you think we should go to the ranch?" The woman asked.
"How about when Lucas comes home? You can go to the ranch with him
so he doesn't stress himself out." Micah suggested.
"All right... Do you think Mark will be okay?" Mrs. McCarthy asked.
"Mark and Luke have always been very close. They have the best
father and son relationship that I have ever seen. They have been
through a lot of tough things together." Micah replied.
Lucas stared at his leg or what was left of his leg. How could this
have had happened to him?
"Pa? Are you all right?" Mark asked stepping inside the doc's
"No, son. I'm not all right."
"But Pa, I'm sorry that this happened to you. I really am." Lucas
closed his eyes.
"I can't stand this son."
"What?" Mark said stepping towards him.
"I don't want you to look at me like this, Mark." Lucas said
"But Pa! I don't care if you have no legs or not! I love you the way
"I know that my sister and her husband is coming to stay with us."
Lucas changed the subject. Mark sighed.
"Yeah, I think they already arrived."
FOUR DAYS LATER
Mark watched the conversation from the house porch. Uncle Saul and
Pa were whispering to each other. What were they talking about that
was so important?
"All right, Lucas but I don't think he'll agree to it." Uncle Saul
said stepping out of the barn shadows. "Mark, Lucas has to talk to
you." Lucas had to have crutches to even get around. Mark hesitated
then started to walk to his Pa.
"I'm sending you away."
"I want you to live with your uncle and aunt." Mark gasped.
"No, I can't leave you!"
"I'm sorry son."
"Why can't I stay with you and take care of you?"
"Because... I need some time alone."
"But you have been alone! You've been staying in the barn for over
three days! Please Pa, I thought we were partners."
"Not anymore, son."
"What are you talking about?" Mark asked confused.
"I'm selling the ranch." Lucas said lowering his gaze.
"The ranch! Are you crazy? This is your dream, my dream, Pa! Just
because you're injured doesn't mean we can't do this together."
"I'm sorry, son. I don't think I can be a rancher anymore with a
"Oh, Pa! Don't say that!"
"After I sell the ranch, we'll go back to Enid."
"That's where Saul and Ann live." Mark nodded. "Do you understand
son?" Mark nodded again saddened at the thought of leaving North
Fork behind. He walked around Lucas and crawled up the hay loft.
"You hurt him."
"I know that!" Lucas snapped and immediately regretted it. "Sorry,
Micah. Itís just that I--"
"Stop that!" Micah held up a hand. "You have me, Lou, Nils and
practically everyone in this town supporting you! And you just say
that you can't do this anymore? What about Mark? Did you think about
Mark leaving the town?" Lucas ducked his head.
"I think that this might be a nice chance to live somewhere without
the pain of....."
"So that's it. You think staying here will be misery? What about all
the things you have been through with Mark? You and him. Together, a
team, partners. You've gotten through tough things, together, not
"Please stay in North Fork. You and Mark are my family."
"Pa?" The voice whispered. Lucas opened his eyes and saw that he was
in the bedroom.
"What happened?" He asked groggily.
"You had a fever, Pa. You were mumbling things, crazy things
"Oh, sorry." Lucas muttered. "Where's Micah? I need to tell him
"I'm right here, Lucas boy."
"I need to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"You know that you're part of my family don't you?"
Sometimes my stories usually tell my mood. I just want to say that
the McCain Ranch is/are part of my extra family. You are all my
family just like Lucas and Mark is Micah's. ~lilyrose~
This is a story based on the TV
series The Rifleman
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