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FLAMES OF LOVE

Chapter 9
by
Suzy


DISCLAIMER: The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the property of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.



None of the riders that were left on the porch were surprised to see Cody ride from the barn at breakneck pace out across the open land away from them. Buck and Kid watched knowing full well that Cody was experiencing exactly what they already had, knowing that he was falling for the eretheral beauty of Bernie’s best friend. They looked at the silly expression on Jimmy’s face and couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” Jimmy frowned at them “What did I say?” he held his hands out in confusion

“Nothing Jimmy” Buck spoke as he turned and walked inside “Nothing at all”

Buck went up the stairs, drawn to Bernie’s side and just stood and watched her sleep seeing her flinch every now and again as she remembered the cruelties she had been forced to endure. Knowing that they were his fault. If only he had had the emotional courage to cherish her the way he should have when she first came into his life.

He sank onto the bed beside her and drew her carefully into his arms trying to offer her some comfort and protection from the cruelty that had been her married life if only in her dreams. His tears falling on her bruised skin as he realised what she had gone through because he had been too afraid of his own emotions to keep her. Why hadn’t he followed her when she had left he did not know, but he did know now that he would never leave her side again, they would raise their child together, showering it with all the joy and love they shared, giving it a happier childhood than the both of them had had. His hand hovering over her swollen belly before finally settling over his child, feeling its gentle movements from inside its tiny mother, smiling as it stilled beneath his hand, apparently soothed by his touch.

Isabelle stood in the doorway watching as Buck drifted off to sleep completely unaware of the woman in the doorway. She was startled as her brother walked up behind her and pulled her into his strong embrace.

“they are meant to be together aren’t they?” she murmured

“Is you do not need to tell me I know better than anyone one that her heart belongs to no other man” he spoke gently

Isabelle rested her head back against her brother’s strong shoulder and looked into his face, seeing his pain in his deep brown eyes.

“even though my heart also belongs to her I would never hurt her Issy, I will be her friend and protect her if Buck cannot but I will never ever tell her of my love” Issy reached up to kiss her brothers cheek and try to sooth his pain.

“C’mon,lets go downstairs” he murmured as he leant forward and pulled the door closed

--oo0000oo—

Jefferson Eccles paced furiously across his room, he had been prepared to confront his wife’s former lover but he had not expected a half breed. And more then that he had not expected to find a large number of people prepared to protect the little tramp he had married.

His two paid henchman stood on either side of the door, a little frightened by their boss, his fury was radiating off him in waves permeating every inch of the room.

Woe betide the man who had stood between Eccles and what he thought was rightfully his because they had never before seen him this enraged.

Eccles stopped his furious pacing and turned to look at the two of them.

“They will all pay for their insolence” his voice boomed and then grew deadly quiet

“I want to see him die slowly and painfully and I want her to see it too” he spoke his voice so quiet yet forceful that they leaned forward to hear it

“What about your wife sir?” the teller of the two men spoke

“Wife” he spoke a sneer in his voice “No wife of mine will bear a half breed brat” he laughed

“She will burn in the fires of hell before she will bear that child” he laughed, an evil sound of his own twisted mirth, a smile crossing his face as a plan formulated in his mind and called his men closer to explain his thoughts.

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