The Writer's Corner
Written by Vanessa Rose aka
(this story takes place in season two when Mark is eleven)
Susan stared at the paper that she held in her hands. It had
tearstains but that made it more special.
"Dear Susan," She read aloud, her heart chipping off again. "I know
itís hard for you to go on without me, but I know you'll protect
your little sister and brother from Moe. Stay close to North Fork, I
heard that thereís a man who might protect you from Moe. With all my
love, Mother." Susan gulped.
"Should I just walk in town saying that I need food?" She had a few
coins from doing odd jobs here and there but it wasn't enough to
take care of all three of them. She knew that she couldn't let Moe
come back this time to beat her brother and sister.
"Open the door, Susan." said a too-familiar voice. Her heart
pounded, she blinked her tears back and straightened her shoulders
to refuse to let him in.
"Go away Moe. We're not letting you in." She heard him kick the
shack's door. "Don't you dare, Moe. I'm not letting you in. I
"Susan," Moe warned. She had heard that voice a million times right
before she would be... She shook her head and told herself to be
firm. She had to be for Sammy and Lynn. She watched the door slam
open breaking the locks that Susan bought with her only money. He
was big, bigger than what mother was.
"No!" Susan cried. "I won't let you do it!" Moe was closer than
ever. Sammy and Lynn ran inside the small shack.
"Susie! Look what we found! Its a--" Sammy's voice stopped at the
sight of Moe.
"Run, Sammy! Take Lynn with you and go to North Fork!" Susan shouted
as she braced for the blow. The pain seared through her jaw,
knocking her head into the small table's edge. She gratefully
welcomed the darkness that swallowed her whole.
"Help! Somebody help!" A boy shouted making Micah and Lucas leap to
their feet. They ran outside to see a small boy holding a little
"What's wrong, boy?" Micah asked.
"Moe's beating' up my sister! Please, you gotta help her!" The boy
replied genuinely concerned.
"Whoa, slow down, boy. What's your name?"
"Sammy and this is Lynn. Moe is beating my sister up! You've got to
help her please!" The boy said hurriedly.
"Who's Moe?" Lucas asked. The boy scowled with deep hate in his
"He was Ma's boyfriend till she found out that he was beating us
up." Sammy explained.
"Where's your Ma?" The kid lowered his eyelashes.
"She was killed by Moe. You've got to help Susan. She's been taking
care of us until Moe tracked us down. Susie's gonna die if you don't
help us. Please." Micah nodded.
"Lucas? Want to come with me?" Micah asked. Lucas nodded. Millie
stood from the walkway of the General Store.
"Millie, could you take care of Mark while I'm gone?" Lucas called.
Millie nodded neither of them noticing that Mark was watching them.
"This will be the last time you'll see daylight again!" Moe growled
as he tightened the chain around Susan's wrist that was tied to the
table leg. "Now, I'll find those kids and...." His threat died as he
realized that he was hungry. "I'll be back kid." Moe left the shack
making her feel cold inside. Susan cringed as she rubbed her arm
with her free hand. This had been the first time that Moe had tied
her up with a chain.
Her eyes drooped from the terrible pain but then the shack door
opened. She braced for another blow but she heard a soft warm voice
instead of Moe's oily fake one.
"Susan?" A blond, tall man whispered. She nodded feeling like she go
drift away forever. "Why don't you just stay awake, while I'll try
to get this chain off the table." She nodded again too numb to say
"Who are you?" She whispered her voice scratchy.
"I'm Lucas McCain. Stay still." The man smiled at her making her
feel warm and gooey inside.
"You're the Rifleman." She said. It wasn't a question she knew that
he was the Rifleman.
"Yeah, I am." She couldn't say anything. She was too exhausted to
Mark knew that his Pa would want him to say with Miss Millie at the
General Store but... Pa accidently forgot his rifle, his prized
possession, his only weapon other than fists. Mark knew that he
should give it to his Pa.
"I'll be back, Miss Millie." He called stepping out of the store.
"All right, be back for supper!" Miss Millie called back from the
back of the store. Mark grinned and ran across the street into the
Marshall's Office. He grabbed his Pa's rifle protectively. He had to
get it to his Pa!
Mark hopped on Blue Boy and started to ride where Pa and Micah had
ridden. He went deeper into the woods following his Pa's horse
tracks. He bit his lip feeling a little tingly. He then saw two
horses--his Pa's and Micah's!!! The horses were grazing on grass
near a run-down hunting shack. He swallowed and unmounted Blue Boy.
He patted his head and smiled.
"Itís okay, boy, we'll be okay. We're always okay." He whispered
when he saw a shadow loom over him.
"Hello, kid. Whatcha doing here?" The shadow spoke as Mark turned
around to face it. An ugly man who was almost as big as his Pa stood
before him. Mark didn't reply but he turned on his heel and ran
inside the shack.
"PA!" Mark cried as he threw the rifle into the air and his Pa
"What's going on, Mark? Why aren't you with Miss Millie?" Pa asked
shocked to see his son there in the shack. Mark noticed that there
was a girl with bruises on her arms standing behind him. He took a
step forward until someone gripped his shirt collar and pulled him
upwards, his feet slightly lifting off the ground.
"Boy, why did you go messing up my plans?" The same man asked. Mark
coughed from no air. "Guess this is your Pa then?"
"Let my son go." Pa said.
"Only if you drop the rifle." the man answered quickly.
"No Pa! Don't!" Mark gasped between words. He didn't want to be the
one that made Pa let down his weapon to a maniac. "NO!" His Pa let
his rifle down.
"Come here, Susan." The man ordered to the girl. She cowered behind
"No." She squeaked. The man wrapped his arm around Mark's chest and
squeezed until Mark could barely breathe.
"Do you want the kid to die in front of his father?" Susan's face
fell with uncertainty. She stepped closer to Moe.
"NO!" Pa shouted.
Susan took another step closer to Moe. She couldn't let the
Rifleman's son die.
"No, Susan. Think about this. You can't let yourself go with Moe."
Mr. McCain said pleadingly.
"But I want to save your son, Mr. McCain. I would let myself be
beaten up if I could stop Moe from hurting you, Sammy, Lynn or you
son." Susan said quietly. She took another step forward.
"Hurry up!" Moe grunted. She ran to Moe's side. Then suddenly, Moe
grabbed Susan and held her tight.
"Stupid McCain! Don't you know that now I have TWO hostages? Idiot."
Moe rolled his eyes.
"How dare you!" Susan said kicking him in the leg. He cried out and
let the kids go. Mark coughed falling to his knees. Susan grabbed
his hand and practically dragged him out of the shack into safety.
"HEY!" Moe shouted. A gun shot sounded in Susan's ears. She squeezed
her eyes shut.
Was Moe Johnson really dead? Her heart pounded. Or was it the
Rifleman who had been shot?
"Itís over, Susan." Mr. McCain said. She lifted her eyes to look
into his blue eyes.
"It is?" She asked.
"You and your brother and sister will be all right." Susan smiled at
"You know, Ma was right about someone in North Fork that could save
us." Mr. McCain laughed.
"What did I miss?" Micah asked holding Susan's younger siblings'
hands. Susan giggled.
"You missed a lot, Marshall." Susie replied with a very serious
tone. The McCains laughed as Micah looked clueless than ever.
TWO DAYS LATER
Mark was just getting out of school when he saw Susan walk up to
"Hi Susan. How long are you staying in North Fork?" Mark greeted.
She twirled her braids and smiled at him.
"My siblings and I have been adopted! Isn't that great? And theyíre
really good parents too! Your Pa interviewed them." Mark smiled.
"That's great, Susie!" He said.
"Hey, Mark, are you gonna go fishing?" Freddie Toomey, Mark's best
friend called from across the schoolyard.
"Sure! Just a moment." Mark called back. "Well, I'd better get
"Can I come with you?" Susie asked. Freddie's face wrinkled. Susie
spun on her heels and put her hands on her hips.
"Who says a girl can't fish?"
This is a story based on the TV
series The Rifleman
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