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Written by Vanessa Rose aka lilyrose


***I made up a few McCain characters so it would work with my story***

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 name.

"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.

"Sorry Micah."

"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 her purse.

"Fifteen, he's in a lot of pain because of..." Micah drifted off feeling terrible.

"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 office.

"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 stubbornly.

"But Pa! I don't care if you have no legs or not! I love you the way you are!"

"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.

"Yeah Pa?"

"I'm sending you away."

"What?"

"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 crippled leg."

"Oh, Pa! Don't say that!"

"After I sell the ranch, we'll go back to Enid."

"Enid? Why?"

"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 apart. Lucas?"

"Yes, Micah?"

"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 actually."

"Oh, sorry." Lucas muttered. "Where's Micah? I need to tell him something."

"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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