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Short Story:

The Outlaw's Advocate: A Tale of Love, Romance and Redemption.

Curly Bill and a few other cowboys are accused of assaulting a shop keeper. Not only are they innocent, the reader defends and exonerates the Cowboys.

Read About Their Amazing Adventure

The tension between the Cowboys and the Earps falls over Tombstone like a dark cloud of uncertainty. The Earps came to Tombstone for the same reason the Cowboys did; to get rich and they had no intention or interest in becoming law enforcement officers again. For them, it wasn't their job anymore until Wyatt decided to break into politics. If he could win as US Marshall, his next step could be a mayor and then he would only climb the strategic ladder to higher aspirations. But then the Cowboys with their partying and desire to have an unbridled good time began causing trouble in Tombstone and that threatened the Earps business and political goals. Wyatt and his brothers knew they would need to swear themselves in once again and wear the badge that gave them the authority to arrest anyone they wanted to. And with the Cowboys becoming more of a threat to the Earps, Wyatt decided to run for US Marshall. Then his power and authority could be unlimited and he would have the ability to exercise marshal law and deputize anyone he pleased, including Doc Holliday.

During an evening of drinking, gambling and visiting the houses of ill repute, the Cowboys find themselves in real trouble. Although they're known for their wild behavior and firing their pistols in the air while riding up and down Allen Street, on this evening, the Cowboy crew were spending their ill-gotten gains on whiskey and women and placed themselves out of sight of the nosey and self righteous Earp brothers.

The commotion begins with a robbery at the general store. Four masked and well armed men held the cashier at gunpoint and ordered him to empty the register. The frightened clerk took whatever money he could find and with shaking hands, gave it to the bandits. Then the bandits instructed the shop keeper to strip naked. The clerk quickly acquiesces, mumbling a prayer to himself. Once undressed, he holds his hands up and begs for the thieves to leave. One of the strangers takes a bite out of a large apple and then places the remaining part of the fruit on the steady head of the cashier who remained still, his hands up.

"Now, stay real still!" The bandit leader demands. "And you won't get hurt."

The general store worker continues praying to himself and closes his eyes while the gang leader shoots the apple right off the poor man's head. When the merchant opens his eyes, he sees the banditos mounting their horses and heading out of town.

Curly Bill and a few others look up from their whiskey shots and wonder what the commotion is about. You work as a waitress in the restaurant they're enjoying their food and drinks and you glance over at the red sash gang and Curly looks back at you. He winks and tips his hat. Curly Bill has had a major crush on you since he first saw you and enjoys his meals at this restaurant just to see you everyday. You always greet him and the others with a warm smile and you show attentiveness to them by ensuring they have plenty of warm bread and that their glasses are always full of whatever booze they're sipping.

On this particular evening, the loud gunfire doesn't shake your routine or that of any of the patrons enjoying their meals. These types of disturbances are regular occurrences in the town too tough to die.

Curly watches you work and is diligent about ensuring your safety. He usually waits for your shift to end and then as always, offers to take you home. Although you stay at the hotel at a reduced rate as a condition of your employment as a waitress, the old cowboy can't resist making you feel safe. And since anything can happen in Tombstone, Curly is delighted to be the man that ensures your safety. Although many eligible men made plays to court you, no one makes a bigger fool of themselves than old Curly. His fellow red sash gang members chuckle while they watch the rustler try to impress you by laying on the charm. On some days, you barely say a word and Curly Bill understands women can have their moody days, but he continues to do things to get your attention. And although you could choose any man you want, you do enjoy the big cowboy. Curly Bill is loud and is usually laughing or drinking or playing practical jokes or telling stories. But he's got a charm that seems different; as big and strong as he is, he seems gentle, almost tame when he's around you. Since he first saw you, he's changed a few habits; he bathes more regularly, has his clothes laundered often so they don't smell like horses and he goes to the barber weekly for a trim of his mustache and his unruly dark hair. He's convinced himself he can charm you and allow him to court you, but with each goodnight that comes without a kiss from you, causes the cowboy to double down and try even harder by having every meal at the restaurant and coming in in between for pie and coffee just so he can be in the same place as you. Curly has even invited you to join him for coffee and when you return to work, he takes your coffee cup and sips from it, knowing your luscious lips had touched it. The brazen cowboy has fallen in love and is completely unprepared and pleasantly surprised when you come to his defense when he's accused of robbing the general store.

"Thank you for walking me home, Curly Bill!"

Curly removes his hat, holds it against his chest and takes a bow. You walk close to him and kiss him on the cheek. Curly is so surprised by your sudden burst of affection, he sheepishly chuckles. He desperately wants to take you in his arms and devour you, but simply watches you once again enter the hotel.

Curly Bill stands in front of the hotel for a few minutes before turning to leave and when he does, he sees Wyatt and Virgil Earp marching towards him. Curly Bill grins and holds his hands up in a manner suggesting a surrender.

"I always walk her home, Wyatt." Curly begins.

"Nevermind that! You're under arrest, Curly! Eyewitnesses place you and a few of your cowboys robbing the mercantile!"

Curly Bill rages, "I haven't done anything such thing! I wasn't even nowhere near there! You got the wrong man, Earp!" Curly bellows.

"We already arrested the Clanton brothers and Stillwell. The merchant told us a few cowboys came in earlier this evening, robbed the till and forced him to strip naked! Sounds just like you, Brocious!"

Curly Bill throws his hands up. "I swear, Wyatt! I was at the restaurant. I ain't had no beef with that old merchant!"

"What about the Clanton's and Stillwell?"

"They were with me having dinner at the restaurant! Ask YN! We was there!"

Curly Bill feared for a moment that you may cooperate with the Earps out of fear or that they may do to you what they did to Big Nose Kate when they got her drunk and angry enough to finger Rattlesnake Charlie for a robbery he never committed. Wyatt had an issue with Rattlesnake and since he couldn't nail him for his other crimes due to a lack of cooperation by witnessness, he was able to get a drunken Kate to sign a sworn affidavit.

Please don't let that happen!

"We're not bothering YN this late! Let's go, Brocious!"

"Where are you taking me?" Curly demands.

"We'll talk to YN tomorrow. For now, you'll be spending the night in jail with your friends!"

"Son of a bitch!" Curly Bill growls while the brothers take a hold of him. They put Curly in the same cell as Billy and Ike Clanton and Frank Stillwell.

"You boys ain't going anywhere now!"

Curly grabs the prison bars. "You got this all wrong! We didn't do nothin' to that old shop keep. You're gonna be lookin' mighty foolish when YN tells you we wasn't any where near the general store!"

"Oh, we'll see about that!" Wyatt snaps. "I got Big Nose Kate to sign a sworn affidavit and I can do the same thing with YN. I'll let her know all about your treeing days, Curly! How you made a preacher dance a jig or how you forced party goers to strip naked and dance for your amusement. Shouldn't she know that? And when I tell her about that and after she's had some whiskey, there won't be any problem...And this is a hanging offense!"

Curly Bill shook the bars of the cell and then kicked the small table over.

"I don't think she'll be impressed when I tell her about your past. You're a thief, a rustler and a killer!"

"You son of a bitch! You ain't gettin' away with this!"

"When your cowboys see you four swing, they'll leave town! Slowly or quickly. But either way, anything I can do to get rid of your kind, I'll do it! Besides, you've been making a fool of yourself over YN for weeks and she's still not letting you court her!"

Curly became infuriated with humiliation. That was the proof that the men of Tombstone knew about how Curly Bill feels about you. And the envious men of the town would be all too eager to warn you about the gunslinging cattle rustler. Curly takes his hat off and throws it and then runs his filthy hand through his dark hair.

"Have a nice evening, boys," Wyatt groans and leaves the three in the cell.

"What the hell, Curly?" Ike whines. "That damn merchant blamin' us for that when we wasn't even there!"

"YN will tell Earp that we was there," Billy says. "She's always been real nice. I ain't that worried!"

Curly could excuse Ike's whining, but he felt Billy was dreaming if he thought YN wasn't going to be seriously intimidated by the Earp brothers. Everyone feared them.

"What the hell happened?" Stillwell asks, not looking up.

"She ain't gonna finger us, boss!" Billy Clanton "She's real sweet."

"It ain't YN, damnit!" Curly howls. "You don't know what them Earps will do to her. They did the same damn to Holiday's woman, remember? Got her good and drunk and hell, she was so damn drunk, Wyatt had to hold the pen in her hand! You don't think he's gonna scare YN into doin' the same? She's a real lady and ain't saavy like Kate and iffin' they could do that with Big Nose, they can with anybody!"

"You really think YN would sell us out?" Billy begs.

"No! I think them Earps would do whatever it takes to get her to say we done it and iffin' she has a drink with them, they'll just keep ordering more drinks and she won't remember my name!" Curly Bill sits on the makeshift bed, his head in his hands. Eventually, exhaustion overtook the rustlers and they fell asleep.

The morning clouds soaked up the sunlight and the town seemed gray and dismal. Son of a Gun Sam opens the door to the sheriff's office and serves the prisoners their meager breakfast. Curly Bill, Stillwell and the Clanton's munch on the chuck that's at least free of maggots.

Later that afternoon, Wyatt goes to the hotel in the hopes of talking with you. But more important, turn you against Curly and his red sash Cowboys. Wyatt is certain that if he's able to turn Kate Elder, he could get any woman to turn against any man. And Wyatt usually won...And that is something that scares old Curly.

The steely gray clouds fall lazily over Tombstone and a mild drizzle begins to sprinkle onto the townsfolk who are moving in between stores.

Wyatt strolls to the restaurant where you're serving and he asks for a table in your station. When your eyes meet, you head to the kitchen. When you return, you bring Wyatt a menu.

"Let me buy you a drink, YN," Wyatt begins. "I've got a feeling that you need to get something off your chest. I understand. You don't need to be scared of Curly Bill."

"Why would I be scared of Curly Bill?" You respond innocently.

Wyatt looks at you and wonders if you've been manipulated by the Cowboys or if you're just as sweet as you look.

"Don't you know who he is? He's King of the Cowboys!" Wyatt takes your arm, but to his surprise, you pull away.

"Curly has been nothing short of a gentleman," you plead. "He looks out for me. He walks me back to the hotel so I get home safe. Curly Bill has never been anything but a wonderful gentleman! You just don't know him!"

"Whiskey for her and just a beer for me," Wyatt motions for the other server.

"I'm not drinking. I'm at work." You answer.

"Just one shot. Relax. I'm not here as an enemy. Consider me a trusted confidant. I just think you should know a little more about him. So you know he was arrested for a stage coach robbery in Galleyville?"

"There's lots of types around here. The war did crazy things to people."

"YN, he's been implicated in a crime and he and his friends are going before the Judge, you understand? They held up a shop keeper last night and forced the poor fellow to strip completely naked and then they took turns firing at his head. And Curly Bill has been known to do things like that. Have you ever heard about his treeing days back in Dodge? Harassed innocent people and forced a preacher to dance a jig while Curly Bill's boys fired shots at the poor fellow. Then he took his boys to a wedding and forced every guest to strip naked and dance for him. That's who's walking you home every night!"

"I already told you!" The server brings your drinks and Wyatt pushes the shot glass towards you. You glance at it and then push it away from you. "Curly Bill is funny and he's got a big personality. I like him."

"He was arrested last night! Do you understand?"

"Of course." You answer.

"Have some whisky. It will help relax you."

*I'm working!" You scowl.

"Jack doesn't care if you have a few drinks while working!" Wyatt responds.

"You say the store was robbed last night?"

"That's right. Probably just after Curly walked you back to the hotel. You must have heard the shots!"

Suddenly you recall the commotion from the previous evening. "Oh wait! Yes! I did hear that!"

"Well, see? There we have it. A confession! So you did hear it!"

"Well, here they come now!" Wyatt announces. You are Virgil and Morgan Earp along with Yankee Jim and they're pushing Curly Bill, Stillwell and the Clanton brothers forward..

"Move it, boys!" Yankee Jim demands.

Curly Bill and the other cowboys have their hands tied while waiting for you to verify their whereabouts. Wyatt tells his brothers to keep a close eye on the rustlers and that he was going to try one last time to get you drunk and angry.

"Wait! What are you doing?" You demand.

"Obtaining the confession I needed. Just have a drink and calm down. You're just upset."

"I don't want a drink, Wyatt!" You grumble.

"Let's talk," Wyatt whispers. "Let's just start over. Come sit and have your drink and I'll fill you in on everything you need to know about that worthless cowboy."

"He's not worthless!" You howl.

"Please calm down, you're being hysterical, YN. This is why you need a drink. Here. Take it."

Morgan and Virgil wait outside with the four cowboys and are positioned so you can't completely see them.

"Wyatt! You got the wrong men! Curly was at the restaurant last night."

"Well, before he got there or after he walked you home, he and his boys had plenty of opportunity to carry this out!"

Morgan and Virgil pushed the cowboys into the restaurant.

"Why are they tied up like that?" You fire at the deputies.

"They forced that poor merchant to strip naked, then they placed an apple on his head and took turns firing at him! And that's the man you wish to court you?"

"What?" At that moment you realize it was more than Curly just trying to protect you, he has genuine feelings for you because he desires a relationship with you. A flood of emotions wash over you at that moment and you know in your heart what Wyatt is saying cannot be true.

"We were here, YN!" Billy Clanton shouts. "Tell them we were here!"

"Shut up, Billy!" Ike whines.

You stand in complete confusion. Could it be that before Curly came, he treed the poor fellow or after he walked you home? But then you remember the gunshots and how you and Curly both heard the commotion and thought nothing of it.

"No!" You begin. "It couldn't have been them!" Your face turns from fear and confusion to clarify and certainty.

"The merchant already said it was them!" Morgan interjects.

"What time did this occur?" You inquire.

"That doesn't make any difference! There's an eyewitness account! It was them!" Wyatt groans.

"No, it wasn't and it couldn't have been! I know what I heard!" You're beautiful in your anger and Curly Bill watches in awe as you defend him when you could have allowed yourself to be manipulated by the law man. Most people would have cowered by now. Curly Bill knows the Earps are trying to break you down. But you seem to rise above it and hold steadfast to your conviction.

"YN," Morgan starts. "We're ready to go before Spicer. The merchant is there, waiting to give his testimony. And when he fingers these boys, we don't have a choice. It's a hanging offense."

Your heart drops. "Fine! I'll go and testify to what I heard and saw!"

Curly Bill is too moved to say anything. He's delighted that you're willing to testify on their behalf as it could result in serious consequences for you; you may lose your job for siding with the Cowboys or citizens may force you out of town after they hang the cowboys. Curly fears it may take more than your testimony to save them.

"We were denied a lawyer!" Curly demands. And at that moment, Virgil slaps the big rustler.

"Stop it!" You scream, moving towards Curly. Wyatt intercedes and grabs your arms.

"Let's go! Spicer is waiting.

You all walk to the courthouse, citizens of Tombstone looking at the four cowboys marching to the courthouse. Curly Bill feels a strong sense of guilt that the townsfolk are watching you walk along as if you're one of them. He lowers his head and fights back tears.

At the courthouse, the merchant stands and points his finger at Curly.

"That's them! Those were the men! They had masks, but I know! I know it was those damn cowboys!"

Wyatt looks at you with a satisfied grin. "See? I told you!"

You turn to face the shop keeper. "What time did this occur?"

"Just around 8 o'clock. I was getting ready to stoco some new items and them four boys come in a d robbed me before they rode off!"

"8 o'clock? Are you sure?"

"Sure as anything!" He answers. "A feller don't forget that!"

"Wyatt, Curly Bill and the others here were at the restaurant at 8. I know because I was working! We heard the gunfire but thought nothing of it. You got the wrong men!"

Wyatt turned to the old man.."You said it was Brocious! You told us that!"

"Well, I wasn't sure iffin' it was them or not. They had masks on their faces."

"What's going on here?" Judge Spicer demands. "Do you have any proof it was these men here?"

"You said it was the cowboys!" Wyatt shouts.

"Do you have anything? Besides his testimony?"

"Yes!" You announce. "I'm a witness and I heard the shots and Curly Bill, Ike, Billy and Frank were having dinner. It couldn't have been them! You got the wrong men, Wyatt!" At this point, Wyatt sees his futile attempts at breaking you down have failed and Curly Bill looks over at his cowboys and they share a smile. Without you and your intervention, they'd be waiting to be hanged.

"And you'll swear to that?" Spicer asks.

"Yes. I will."

"You're going up against the Earps, YN. You know this can become more complicated because of their eyewitness."

"But I'm an eyewitness too!"

"It could have occurred earlier or later. Perhaps gunshots from after you were home or before. Sometimes the sounds of the town drown that out. You do understand they have a strong case."

"I understand they have no case!"

Spicer leans back in his chair and strokes his beard. "You understand the risk you're taking defending these boys?" The old judge asks.

You nod and Curly Bill and the others look at the ground and feel they are unworthy receivers of your compassion and intervention.The Cowboys don't have anyone in their corner and no one has ever spoken up for them. When in these situations, people don't come forward to defend the cowboys. They're looking for reasons to blame them for something to get rid of them. And these Cowboys are more than familiar with that truth. But now to have a beautiful woman like yourself come to their defense and be willing to stand before a judge and go up against the Earps all by yourself fills them with inexplicable pride, relief and gratitude.

"I understand the risk in not defending them! It's completely wrong to put the blame on them when I already told you where they were!"

Wyatt moves closer to you, knowing it bothers Curly Bill, whose hands are tied.

"And we have an eyewitness!"

"An eyewitness who already said that the event occurred at 8 o'clock! And at 8 o'clock, they were having dinner in the restaurant I work at."

"It was crowded, they could have left and returned!" Wyatt suggests.

You shake your head. "No! They were there the entire time and we heard the gunfire! We were all in the same place so your accusations are unfounded!" You brush the hair away from your face and stand like a warrior after a victory. Your lips fiery red and your face gorgeous in the light.

"There doesn't seem to be enough evidence here to charge these boys," Judge Spicer declares, leaning forward.

"Well! Maybe the shop keeper got the time wrong," Morgan suggests.

You look at Curly Bill and roll your eyes and sigh, looking like a defiant little girl, your arms folded. Curly Bill chuckles to himself and can't hold back his smile. You're brilliant in your defense of the Cowboys and Curly Bill is never going to forget this moment and neither will his entire red sash gang. It will be a story they will tell over and over. How they were a few days away from swinging by their necks to having a gorgeous woman rush to their rescue and so eloquently put Wyatt Earp and his brothers in their place and made fools out of them all within a few moments!

"Can't you at least untie their hands?" You beg, your head to the ground.

"Once we're done here," Morgan answers.

Judge Spicer leans back. "Oh we're done here and I'd like you to not waste my time again, Wyatt."

'Untie them!" You hollar. You take the knife from Curly's belt and untie his hands for him. He looks down at you, his smile so bright, it lights up the room. He wishes he could cup your face and kiss you.

Then you cut the ropes for the others.

As you move towards the door, Curly Bill puts his arm around you, his smile never leaving his face. Ike and the others take their hats off and show their gratitude by taking short bows. You can't help but laugh out loud and then the five of you enjoy a short laugh together.

"Three cheers for YN!" Curly howls.

A few other cowboys including Ringo come walking towards them.

"What happened? Breckenridge said you were as good as hung!" Ringo shouts.

"Well we were until this lovely lady came along and put them old Earps in their place! You shoulda seen it, boys!" Curly declares, his arm around you.

"Yeah!" Ike adds.."She was something else! She was sayin' all kinds of stuff every time Wyatt said anything!" Ike claps his hands together and poses the way you did, your arms folded with your head held high. "She was lookin' just like that and then the judge said we was done! Now we ain't hanging, boys!"

Your eyes meet Curly's and the two of you stand, facing each other. You're both so overwhelmed, you fall into a sweet kiss. The Cowboys take their hats off, hoot and then throw their hats on the air, causing a small crowd of onlookers to gather, shaking their heads in wonder. You're well known around Tombstone and are the most popular waitress. A smile always decorates your lovely face, you never admonish or talk down to anyone and your friendliness clearly extends to everyone. In short, your popularity gives the Cowboys a serious edge in the community and their gratitude couldn't be greater.

"We got ourselves a new member of our family here and it's YN! When she could have just left us to fend for ourselves, she went all the way to the courthouse with us!" Curly Bill explains. 'Whaddya say, YN? Us old cowboys sure do like havin' you around and you're one of us now! Anythin' you need, all you gotta do is ask! We ain't never gonna forget this and how you saved us boys! Iffin' it weren't for you, we'd be waiting for a hangin' and then they'd find somethin' on all you boys! And we're gonna be just fine now all because of YN!"

"Oh, Curly Bill!" you shout, covering your mouth with your hands.

You're so moved yourself, you jump into Curly's arms and he growls while holding you close. The two of you hold each other for a moment.

"I never thought you'd kiss me, YN," Curly Bill whispers. You lay your head on his chest. You rub your nose against Curly's and he chuckles, while flicking his tongue. He kisses your forehead and cannot believe you are there with him. Curly cannot remember a time when he felt more overwhelmed.

"Hey! Let's celebrate!" Pony Diel shouts. "Let's go to the restaurant! You ain't working today, right?" The older cowboy looks at you.

"She ain't working today if I have anything to say about it!" Curly shouts. "My girl has the day off!" At that, you jump back into Curly's arms and his cowboys cheer again. You can't stop hugging your cowboy. You hold him so tight for so long, he tickles you to get you to let go. You beam up at him and kiss his chin. Curly can't believe how smitten you seem to be. He shakes his head and flashes his big white teeth, unable to stop grinning. "You're something else, you know that?" Curly asks, rubbing your back.

"Is that alright with you?" Curly asks, holding your chin with his hand.

"I would love the day off!" You shout, laughing.

Curly chuckles. "No, about being my girl? This old cowboy would really like that!"

"I thought you'd never ask!" You gaze deep into his laughing eyes.

Ringo looks over and smiles. He shakes Curly's hand and tips his hat to you. "I wish I had been there, YN. Sounds like you had them dead to rights. I would have loved to see that." Ringo takes his hat off and looks into your eyes, savoring your beauty and feeling elated for Curly. Most of the ladies ignored Curly and devoted their attention to Ringo, a gentleman, Shakespearean quoting gunfighter. But this time, Curly Bill got the girl and although Ringo can't help but be somewhat envious, he couldn't be happier for old Curly.

"Well, I couldn't let those Earp brothers do that to you or anyone of you. It seems like they're always looking to blame you boys for everything. I had to make a stand!"

"That's very brave of you." Ringo responds, his face looking down.

You shrug . "I'm not afraid of them."

Ringo quickly looks up. "You're probably the only person around here who isn't," Ringo says, admiring your spirit. He knows that most people, especially a woman would cower to the Earp brothers. They could intimidate the toughest of men and Ringo knew that Wyatt Earp could give Bloody Bill Anderson a run for his money. And here you are, a gorgeous and strong woman, willing to stand before Spicer, a hard nosed judge with a propensity for hanging trouble makers. Ringo tries to imagine what you must have looked like; he recalls how Ike Clanton imitated your stance, but to actually see you like that has Ringo's imagination going wild.

"Old Curly's never gonna stop talking about this, YN. Clearly he's really impressed with you. And not just because you're generous and sweet; you're absolutely beautiful and strong too. I guess the kind of woman we all want."

You feel a sense of sadness for Ringo at first. Then he straightens up and continues talking. "But I'm happy for Curly. Women don't usually pay him any mind. Not that he isn't a good catch. He's always been a really good friend."

"I can't help but really like Curly Bill," you answer. "He's so funny and always looks out for me. And I think he's really cute," you continue, your voice falling into a whisper.

Ringo grins. No one ever accused Curly Bill Brocious of being cute and he has never been described as handsome. Sometimes Ringo felt a tad guilty when women would swoon over him and ignore Curly, even when he had money. So Curly is over the moon having one of the most beautiful women in Tombstone letting the old cowboy court her.

"I'm glad you feel that way. He's lucky he's got you. He'll be telling me everyday. Curly Bill will enjoy watching other men look at him with envy when he's walking through town with you." Ringo smiles.

"That's so sweet, Johnny!" Your gratitude dances in your eyes and Ringo absent mindedly strokes your face.

"He doesn't need to tell me how lucky he is."

At that moment, Curly walks over to where you are. "How's my girl?" Curly Bill asks, beams. "Damn, I can't believe I'm sayin' that! I ain't never gonna tired of callin' you that!" Curly Bill strokes your face and brushes your hair behind your ear and then kisses your forehead. His heart pounds with excitement and sensuality. He wants to kiss you again, but exercises some self control as he doesn't want his gang of rowdy cowboys to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable. In fact, he would rather just have a quiet dinner with just the two of you. But he would enjoy celebrating with his friends as long as they behave themselves which can be a problem. Especially in the presence of a lovely lady like yourself. They seem to line up just to get a chance to tip their hats to you or be close enough to smell your perfume. Being near a beautiful woman would make any man feel special, especially for these boys who never receive attention from women unless they're paying well.

Ike and Billy Clanton were still talking about the showdown at the courthouse.

"Yeah, and then YN told them Earps that she was goin' to testify for us and then she marched right over to the courthouse and she weren't even afraid of old Spicer or them brothers!" Ike exclaims to some of the other cowboys.

"She really said that?" Johnny Barnes asks, leaning forward.

"Yep," Billy interjects. "She was somethin' else! I ain't never seen anyone talk to them Earps that way!"

"Hey boss!" Ike Clanton shouts toward Curly Bill. "Let's take YN to camp and we can have a party there! Then she can stay with you, Curly!"

Curly Bill looks down at you. He can't imagine a beautiful woman like yourself enjoying the cowboys' nightly shindig. They get drunk and loud and play music, but now they've got a beauty to dance with. If Curly Bill would let anyone close enough to touch you.

"Well, I don't think YN wants to party with a bunch of smelly cowboys!" Curly howls, his arm around your waist.

"We ain't gonna bother her none!" Billy Clanton mumbles.

"After what my girl done today, I'd rather just stay in town. And the hotel is still serving dinner so I'm takin' her there! And they're gonna give us the best damn table in the place!" He looks at you again, his hand never leaving your waist.

"Iffin' that's alright by you, YN!"

You lay your head on Curly's shoulder and he feels mighty special and important.

"I just want to be with you, Curly Bill!" You look up at him and your eyes light up the night.

"Well that settles it, boys! And after what YN did today for us old cowboys, she's gettin' whatever she wants and well, she wants me!"

At that moment, you kiss the big rustler on the cheek and he chuckles. The Cowboys watch while Curly Bill escorts you to the hotel and hopes you'll invite him to spend the night with you.

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bro i started crying omg

naturally, I'm different I did one for when I was a young "boy" (8 or 9) then one for when I was a young girl (9 to 12) and boy was I unprepared. First off, due to various traumas, I had to grow up rather quickly, so getting the chance to actually view myself as a child was simultaneously therapeutic and really sad, like i was bawling you guys it was crazy.

Fun fact, when I was a wee lad, I was a wanna-be emo, while also saying shit like "slayyyyy" and "YASSS QWEEEN" so no wonder I didn't really fit the bill (at least not yet lmao) I was also extremely obsessed with fairies and those fucking potion tutorials and shit 😭😭 like I have vivid memories of my older sister and me drinking saltwater with a bracket in it then begging our mom to take us to the beach (which is an insane request considering we live in Kentucky 😭😭) so we could turn into mermaids.

i also started reading Bay Blade, Zack and Cody (not shipped omg ew), and Fourswords fanfiction on my MOTHERFUCKING WII U, I was also hella gay and knew it which sucked cus I lived in the most southern town in the bluegrass state.

As a trans girl who found out in fifth grade (even tho I remember yelling at my parents to the verge of tears abt how much I wanted to be a girl at four years old) I often like to ignore this part of my life, I had no cute outfits and I really think there is always a stage in a trans girls life when she has no real fem clothes except her on favorite fem shirt or clothing items, and for me it whats that off the shoulder to, I wore it all through elementary middle school until it stopped fitting, also to add estrogen has made my hair super curly, like when it was short it was just straight, now its super curly and will poof up if it touches a single drop of water, and its really fucking thick, like sewing thread thick.

Would also wear these cat ears I got with a maid dress to school all the time to the point of it being obsessive.

Anywho lmk if you want any weird stories from my childhood, cus i have like alot man 😭😭

Anways here are my nominees (its giving ice bucket challenge) @sadbearsplayroom @misacc08 @paladin-sourlemons @bigshot-furbiestm @lizard-dumbass

Picrew Chain! Make urself now vs. as a kid

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I was tagged by @starlight-crow, but the post was getting pretty long so I'm starting my own

Got that transgenger glow up

Tagging @rook-of-the-woods @watermelon-but-awesome @nymphoutofwater @get-spatterlighted-idiot

[poisongirl18]

Coming of Age

Coming of Age

A/N I have turned to the dark side of fanfiction! NSFW Please Enjoy!

Pairings: DeanX Stripper!Reader

Story Warnings: Thigh-riding, dirty talk, oral sex (male), stripping

Summary: You, Bobby Singer’s daughter, met the Winchester boys at age 8. They always adored you and treated you like the baby sister they always wanted, but you always wanted more from the oldest Winchester brother. Now that you were of age, you thought now was the time to take what you wanted.

  “I don’t understand why you won’t take me with you!” You yelled at the two Winchester brother’s while adjusting the glasses on your face. “You need a female as bait!”

“And that bait isn’t going to be you.” Dean shrugged, turning to face you as you followed them around the living room of your home.

Despite being an adult, Dean and Sam would never take you out on a hunt even with all the years of training under your belt. They saw you as a little sister, one that they could never let get hurt. You thought it was cute at first, but now that you were older it was only annoying. You weren’t the eight-year-old girl that they first met anymore. You were an adult who wanted to be treated like one.

A demon was going to a local strip club and offering a way out for the strippers in exchange for their soul. Dean and Sam were on the case, but they couldn’t quite have what it took to get the demons attention. You on the other hand did.

“Come on Y/N,” Sam sighed, being more gentle with you, “Bobby would kill us if you got on stage.”

“Plus,” Dean added, “We wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the demon, but every guy who would lay their dirty little fingers on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “How are you going to trap the demon without bait?” You questioned, looking in the book that was in your hands, your hair flying in your face slightly. “I was looking into some things and this demon won’t go anywhere near a man.”

“Well, we’re just going to have to take that chance.” Dean shrugged, crossing his arms, the muscles under his plaid shirt flexing.

For years you’ve dreamt of those arms holding you in bed and had many wet dreams of them restraining you when you’ve been bad.

You let out a groan and shut the book firmly. “When are you going to let me hunt?” You questioned with frustration. “I can’t be kept up in dad’s house being used for research!”

“But you’re so good at it.” Dean patronized.

You gritted your teeth and dropped the book on the already cluttered coffee table. “I’m not your little assistant.”

Sam let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We know that Y/N.” He sucked in a breath before his calloused hands went to his hips. “Look, we’ll take you on the next one, okay?”

You withheld a screech and instead decided to be mature about the situation, despite Dean rolling his eyes. “Fine.” You breathed out a calming breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You let out before turning on your heel heading towards the kitchen.

“I’m glad that’s over.” You heard Dean say as you walked away.

Little did he know that it was the furthest from over.

You stepped out of the taxicab later that night, heading to the back of Bunnies. You adjusted your leather jacket as your heels clicked against the cement, heading towards the dancer’s entrance where a tall muscular guard stood.

“Your new.” He noted, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“I am.” You said confidently despite feeling so small under the man’s stare.

“You sure you know where you are little girl?” He questioned with a smirk, his eyes racking down your tight ripped jeans and blue lace bustier top.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, I know exactly where I am.” You shifted in your heeled boots.

“Ten bucks to dance.” He crossed his arms.

You sighed before taking out a ten-dollar bill from the top of your bustier and handed it to him. He stepped aside and opened the door. “Have fun.”

You walked and were immediately met with girls running around getting ready for the show. You brushed past some of them and sat at an open dresser.

You took in the girls around; they were all different. Different body shape, different hair, tan skin, light skin, you name it someone had it, but they had one thing in common.

They were all beautiful.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you slowly began to realize that you may not have what it took to dance. Who knew if the demon would find you attractive enough or even take you as bait?

You started to get nervous, turning in your seat to look back at your reflection in the mirror.

“You new here?” A girl with red-curly hair asked, she stood tall in leather pants and a red bra.

You turned and glanced at her with a smile. “Yeah, first night.” You admitted with an awkward chuckle.

“Well, we’ve all been there.” She nodded before offering a perfectly manicured hand. “Candy.”

As you shook her hand, you thanked the Lord that you at least painted your nails for tonight. “Um . . .” You trailed making her grin wildly.

“You need a name.” She nodded before clapping excitedly. “Let’s see.” She bent forward, her large breasts in your face as she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Let’s call you . . . Arabella.” She smirked before backing up and nodding.

“Arabella?” You questioned. “That’s not very . . .”

“It’s mysterious.” She shrugged. “It just suits you. Now,” She clicked her tongue, “do you have an outfit?”

You glanced down at the outfit you were wearing. “This isn’t . . . I mean-“

“Oh sweetheart, you have a lot to learn.” She chuckled before shaking her head and taking your hand. “Don’t worry I think we’re the same size.” She squealed before dragging you off your seat and through a group of topless girls who were changing.

You turned a bright red, feeling embarrassed for staring.

“Okay.” Candy nodded as she began pulling out outfits for you to look at. “These are some older ones that I haven’t worn in a while. All totally clean too.” She winked.

You looked at the different pieces of cloth that sat in front of you, not knowing what to pick until your eye caught an emerald green lingerie outfit.

It reminded you of Dean’s eyes.

“I’ll use this one.” You smiled as you grabbed it in your hand.

“Perfect.” Candy smiled. “Let me help you.”

“Oh, no, no, no.” You spoke with embarrassment, but she waved you off.

“We’re all girls here. Now strip.” She grinned.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before taking off all your clothes before putting on the outfit. Candy pulled you to the side to put some curls in your hair and add some glitter lotion to your body. She even did your makeup without a complaint.

When you were all done, and looking in the mirror, you couldn’t help but gawk.

You were hot.

You weren’t the sweet and innocent twenty-year-old nerd anymore, but a twenty-year old woman. The emerald green cups pushed your breasts together making them perky and appearing more plump before coming down over your belly, leaving the middle and sides open before covering your lady parts. In the back, there was nothing but strings making crisscrosses on your back, leaving your ass on display. Your hair flowed with soft curls and your make-up was dark with smokey green eyes while your lips were coated with a dark red lipstick.

“I don’t know how to thank you.” You admitted watching as the dancer grinned with pride.

“Just go out and do your thing.” She smacked your ass. “You’re next.” She grinned wickedly. “I told them to announce you when you were changing.”

You became nervous. Men were going to be out there watching you. Dean and Sam were going to be out there.

“Oh fuck.” You whispered at the realization that eventually you would have to dance tonight.

“Hurry get these on!” Candy knelt down, sliding the black ‘fuck-me’ pumps on your feet.

“Next to the stage . . . Arabella.”

Once you heard your stage name, you froze, not wanting to move from your spot.

“Go!” Candy pushed you through the curtain where you were met with bright lights that made you squint.

You let out a shaky breath before walking to the pole, your hand wrapping around it as the music began to play with an upbeat tune.

You weren’t really sure what to do, so you did what you saw in movies over the year. Remembering how Dean ogled over the way they would move.

You slowly circled the pole, your hand hanging on loosely before dropped low, bending at the knees to flaunt you ass before pushing yourself back up.

Money was tossed at you, but you ignored it and continued to move. Hooking your leg around the pole and spinning loosely.

Years of training made you limber and strong, especially your core strength.

You knew you could do this.

More money was thrown at you as you dropped to the ground and slowly crawled towards it before stopping at the man that threw it. You couldn’t quite make him out with the dark room, but that was okay for you. The less you knew the better.

You ran your hands through your hair and pushed out your chest before running your hands down your body, moving it down between your breasts, onto your stomach and stopping above the goods.

You pushed away from the floor and moved back to the pool where you climbed up and hooked your legs around it before slowly sliding down with your back arched.

You heard a couple of low whistles encouraging you to keep moving. Using your core strength to do different positioning until the up-beat song came to an end.

You collected as much money as you could, before walking off the stage squealing with excitement. You have never felt this way before, so confident.

“That was amazing.” Candy met you off stage and hugging you.

“That felt amazing.” You admitted out of breath.

Candy reached for a bottle of water and handed it to you. “You’re going to need this if-“

“Arabella!”

You turned and found one of the security guards looking for you.

“Yeah?” You asked taking the bottle from Candy’s hand.

“You have a private dance in the back room.”

You gulped, quickly drinking the water before pushing it away and looking at Candy for help.

“Relax, it’s just a dance, like what you were doing before.” She smiled warmly. “Here.” She grabbed the powder from the make up table, dabbing your nose and head. “Go get him.” She turned and pushed you out of the room.

You sucked in a deep breath before following the guard to the back room, the door reading ‘Private’

“Have fun.” He taunted before opening the door for you.

You stepped inside, your heels clicking loudly as you walked further into the room.

You stopped, stunned by a pair of green eyes that you’ve dreamt of since you were a teenager, mostly the wet dreams.

“D-Dean.” You stuttered, covering your body with your hands as a heat rushed over your body.

“Arabella.” He spoke with a smirk on his face, a beer dangling from his fingers.

The music above started playing loudly, making things even more awkward.

“What are you doing?” You asked, biting your painted lip.

“I paid for a dance.” He said softly before patting his lap. “Are you going to give that to me?”

You gulped. Did he really just say that?

You took a few hesitant steps towards Dean, moving around the table that sat in the middle of room before landing in his lap.

You weren’t really sure what to do. Not knowing if this some kind of trick so he could tease you later.

You put your knees on each side of his strong jean covered thighs as your hands went straight to his shoulders, but you stayed still only squeezing your hands on his shoulders.

“This isn’t much of a dance baby girl.” He taunted, his hands going straight to your hips making the small cloth between your legs wet.

You let out a soft sigh before grinding against him, your lace covered crotch rubbing gently against his jean covered length.

You listened as he groaned, even with the loud music it sent a chill down your spine.

You ran your hands gently down his shoulders to his chest as your threw your head back, your hair flying over your shoulders as you pressed your breasts into his face.

You felt the vibrations of his moan against your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his hands and placing them on your breasts, letting him squeeze and fondle them as you continued to grind feeling his length harden beneath you.

This time you were a moaning mess, wanting nothing more than to remove the thin material from your body.

Dean used one hand to reach from your breast to around your neck to pull you down so his lips were against your ear. “What a dirty little girl you are?” He growled in your ear. “I bet your all fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” He bit down on the lobe of your ear sending a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Please.” You whimpered, wanting this for so long.

He adjusted you so that both of your knees were over one of his thighs and pressed you down. “Make yourself cum.” He let out before pinching your nipple between his two fingers.

You let out a cry, but stayed still not knowing if this was a dream or not.

“Why aren’t you moving? You want to act like a slut? Then act like it.” He growled and reached to grab your hips, moving your hips back and forth against his jean covered thigh.

You let out a whimper and began rocking your hips back and forth while Dean reached behind you, untying the skimpy material and letting it fall from your breast. “There you go.” He grinned before cupping your breasts. “Look how fucking pretty.” He spoke while licking his lips.

You were too busy enjoying the pleasure from riding his thigh to even think about what he said. Who knew you could feel this much pleasure without him even touching you?

Dean leaned his head down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, gently scraping it with his teeth. You began to slow down, too much pleasure was happening to your body and you didn’t know if you could handle it.

You felt a harsh slap to your right ass cheek, making you cry out.

“Don’t fucking stop.” He growled around your nipple before swirling his tongue around it.

“Dean . . . Dean . . .” You panted his name as you pressed down harder against his thigh, reaching to wrap your hand around his hair. “Fuck!” You cried out as your thighs began to shake.

Dean pulled back and squeezed both of your cheeks together, but you didn’t dare stop. “You gonna fucking cum on me leg? You better do it now.” He grabbed you by the hips and pushed you down harder, adding more pleasure and pressure.

You let out a loud cry as your body shook instantly coating Dean’s jeans in your wetness.

Dean looked down and grinned. “Look at that baby girl, you made a mess.” He bit his lip before letting your cheeks go. “Are you going to clean me up baby?”

You licked you lips. “Yes sir.” You panted as you lazily got up from his lap and went to your knees on the dirty floor.

“That a girl.” He smirked as he reached for his jeans, pulling out his hard cock that slapped against his stomach softly.

You licked your lips, unable to stop yourself from taking Dean’s veiny length into your mouth. You moaned loudly and used your hand to get what you couldn’t.

“Now, now sweetheart.” Dean tsked through a moan before reaching for your hand, pushing it away from his length. “Do it right.” He warned before jerking his hips, making his length go deeper in your mouth.

You let out a slight gag but managed to relax your throat and take him deeper until your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

“That’s it baby girl.” Dean grunted as he threw his head back, his arms going to the back of the chair as you bobbed your head up and down. “If you only knew how long I wanted this. Those pretty little lips sucking my cock.” He moaned before her grabbed your hair and pulled you back. He made you look at him as drool fell from your lips and onto your chin. He smirked, pleased with the disheveled look on your face as you panted. “I bet that pussy would feel even better.”

You couldn’t help the big grin that appeared on your face before you went back to work on his erection, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“Yeah that’s it baby, keep going.” He grunted as he began thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth.

You moaned as his hand made its way into your hair, pulling on the locks. “You going to be my little slut? Let me play with you.” His words became more drawn out, indicating that he was close.

You bobbed your head quicker, taking the time to lick and suck the sensitive tip before Dean held you still. “Gonna cum in that sexy mouth.” He groaned, his hips jerking up one last time before ropes of hot cum filled your mouth.

He let go of your hair gently. “Let me see.”

You opened your mouth wide and showed him the mess he made in your mouth. He smiled with pride before nodding. “Swallow it.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing every last drop before smiling.

Dean reached forward, grabbing you by the throat and smashing your lips to his. “You’re mine now Y/N.” He warned before biting your bottom lip gently.

You pulled back with a pant and nodded. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He smirked and cupped you cheek.

There was a soft knock at the door, making you tense. “Dean!” It was Sam’s voice, “We got a lead! Let’s go.”

“I’ll be right there.” Dean called before looking at you and stuffing his semi-hard cock into his jeans. “You can be bait anytime you want sweetheart.” He winked before standing up. “Now get home before I tell your daddy what you’ve been up to.”

“Yes sir.”

[mirkwoodshewolf]

A longtime affair revealed ; Brian May x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well be prepared to do some binge reading because for my Rock Angel series I’ve got 3 chapters ready for ya’ll. Now for this one, I just wanna let you all know THIS IS PURELY FANFICTION!!! In this chapter we’re gonna get into how the Rock Angel soon found out about Brian and Anita. Now like I told my Wattpad followers and readers, if this causes any wars, harrassment or bullying in ANY SHAPE OR FORM. THIS. CHAPTER. WILL. BE. DELETED!!!

I’m writing through how the Rock Angel would react plus a bit of combination on facts that I have gotten from seeing/reading interviews from Brian about this topic.  

Warnings: Angst, cheating, affairs, swearing, more angst, maybe fluff (if you squint). 

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*April 14th, 1988. LA home*

Now don’t get me wrong, I love having the guys over and my door is always open to them but—this is just weird.  To brush you all up, around late February just a couple weeks after my birthday, Brian shows up out of nowhere on our doorstep in our home in LA wanting to stay with us for a while.

He didn’t give us any rhyme or reason just that he needed to be out of the country for a bit.  So Jack and I welcomed him in and he’s been a great help around the house. Helping with the laundry, cleaning the place, taking care of Kelly, and he’s also been helping me produce my music.

Since Queen hasn’t decided to do another tour in the past 2 years, Rog and Bri took this time to do some solo works.  Freddie also did a couple of solo stuff and Deacy’s worked with a different band playing the bass for them but his days are just spending it with Ronnie and the little Deaklings.

But back to Brian.  He’s been so secretive lately, late night phone calls (and I’m talking about phone calls at like 3am our time), wanting to keep certain letters or mail to himself, and anytime I mentioned Chrissie at all, he’d get all tense and try to leave the room by making up some excuse regarding Kelly or working on his next solo project.

One night at almost 4o’clock in the morning, I woke up cause I was thirsty.  So quietly I went downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk.  But just as I poured myself a cup and was about to drink it, I could hear the soft murmuring voice of Brian out on the back deck.

“I know, I know. I just needed to get away for a bit, besides, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen the Kline family and they are important to me.” I silently stalked towards the back door to see Brian standing with the cordless phone up to his ear. “I’ll be back by the end of the week. I love you too, bye.” He spoke with such love as he made his declaration of love.

Okay maybe I’m being paranoid but he couldn’t be—no not Brian Harold May. There’s no way he could be cheating.  Could he? No, no, no, no, no snap out of it! Just because it happened to you (and Dominique, god I wish I could just slug Roger sometimes) but there’s no way that Brian could do something like this.

I heard him sigh as he now sat on one of the lawn chairs we had along the back deck while I silently snuck back to the kitchen and quietly rinsed off my cup after I downed the milk.  After putting it in the dishwasher I snuck back upstairs and fell right back asleep.

The next morning I had made a full buffet for breakfast for my two hungry boys, myself, and my baby girl.

“Okay here we go breakfast. The most important meal of the day. Eggs Sunnyside up, bacon on a side of toast. A stack of humungous chocolate chip pancakes which do smell incredible, if I do say so myself. And for my favorite guitarist Jelly filled muffins, and wholesome banana bread with tofu dogs and a tall glass of OJ.”

“Alright mama lioness, thank you.” Jack praised as he cut his Sunnyside egg and ate the piece of it.

“Ba bou mama.” Kelly thanked me in her baby tongue.

“You are most welcome my loves.”

“It really does look delicious (Y/n).” Brian told me.  While the three of us began eating our meal, Brian just sat there with his hands in his lap staring at his food.

“You’re not hungry again?” Jack questioned as he paused from eating his bacon.  I set my knife and fork down and said as I walked up to him.

“Okay what’s going on?” Brian looked at me humming in confusion. “Last night for dinner you hardly touched my veggie lasagna, which you say is my best dish ever, and now you don’t want breakfast. Bri are you sure you’re not sick?” I cupped his face in my hands trying to feel for a fever.

“I’m fine darling, really I am.” He took my hands off his face and kissed the back on my right one.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine just—a little tired is all. Hadn’t really been sleeping well these past few days.” I raised my brow at him skeptically.  I hummed suspiciously as I went back to my seat and finished up my breakfast.

After breakfast, Jack went to work selling cars (ever since we officially decided to stay in LA around last year, Jack got a job at a local car dealership.  It pays well whenever I wasn’t working and it’s nice to see two breadwinners instead of it just being me).

While I was cleaning up the dishes and Brian was cleaning up Kelly of the chocolate from the chocolate chip pancakes she wanted to devour I said to him.

“Hey Brian.”

“Yeah poppet?”

“You know there are additional ways to try and go to sleep that don’t involve raising my phone bill.”

“Wait you knew?”

“Bri, I have a toddler that still wakes me up every now and again. I’m sorta trained to wake up at odd hours in the morning, even when she doesn’t need me. So who is it that you keep calling at odd hours of the night and risking a higher raise on my bill? Cause I sure as hell know it’s not Miami or the guys.”

“It’s uhh—it’s uhh well it’s…..Chrissie!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, yeah. She-she’s just been wanting to check up on me. In fact she’s in New York for a conference.”

“Ahh I see. So you wanted to call Chrissie at a time that was convenient for her because of the time difference.”

“Yes! Exactly because of the time difference!” Brian cheered.  I turned off the tap and dried my hands off agreeing with Brian.  I then took my baby girl out of her high chair as I told him point blank,

“So you waited until it was 1am her time. That makes perfect sense.” His face dropped but he suddenly blurted out.

“Actually!” my brow raised at him challengingly.  He better come up with the best lie right now. Hell he calls me a bad liar, well he’s even worse, especially once he’s put under the radar. “It was 7pm her time. See while she was in New York for business, she’s now been transferred to—Paris.” What?

But doing that cute little nod of his and smiling confidently, he thought he could make it believable.  I would’ve continued on but I was gonna be late if I kept at it.

“Nice save.” I took Kelly into the living room and set her down in her play pin where she grabbed her stuff lion that Roger gave her for her birthday. “Alright look Bon Jovi, I know you’re producing my new album but I need you to stay here and look after Kelly since Jack is working late today and we can’t find a sitter for her. Besides Elton’s coming over for our duet song today so we can handle that.”

“Okay sure. I can keep little Kelly company. Maybe we can go for an outing in the park today.”

“No outings! Remember what that bastard reporter did last month when all of us were out?” long story short, a vulgar male photographer from an LA tabloid stalked me, Brian, Jack and Kelly while we were out for a spring picnic.  He even went as far as to shove his camera in my baby’s face.  

Had it not been for Brian and Jack holding me back, I would’ve knocked that camera right into his eye. And he’d have a camera lens for an eye for the next 20 years cause technology of today wouldn’t be able to get it out of him less he dies.

Needless to say, my name went on the tabloids the next day as Rock Angel throws Raging Rampage! Of course I did my explanation to a radio station in England and now it’s divided fans on whether I was in the wrong or right to do that.

“Oh yeah. Okay fine, we can find some stuff to do here, can’t we Kelly?” she babbled as she continued to play with her stuffed lion. “See?”

“Okay. But—promise you’ll call if anything comes up.”

“No worries mama, I can handle things from here. We’ll see you both tonight. This time I’ll cook dinner.” He said as he came up to me, cupped my face and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.  Looking down at me with those soft blue eyes finally made me submit to his will.

“Okay, love you both.” I kissed Brian’s cheek before going over to my baby girl and gave her many kisses all over her cheek and finally heading out the door to work with Elton on our duet song.

Later that night both Jack and I returned home exhausted and tired from a long day.  As we met up in the driveway of our home, we met each other and kissed each other.

“How was your day love? Sell any good cars?”

“Yep. Managed to sell off this old ’79 corolla that’s been in the shop since they came out. And for a good price too.”

“Excellent.”

“And how was working with Elton John? You know my mom would die if she found out. She’s a huge Elton John fan, ever since she was a teenager.”

“I know. She showed me her collection of Elton vinyl’s she’s collected in the past. But working with Elton is—certainly a challenge. I mean David was tough enough but Elton—yeesh. But they both are my idols and dearest friends. They have their own way of doing things, and you have to find a compromise.”

“I’ll bet.” Just before we went back inside the house, we saw walking right up the sidewalk a women around her 30’s possibly even 40 years old.  She had curly red hair, and she had that vibrant glow about her.

“Ohh sorry, I figured you both would still be out. But I guess it had to come out eventually.” I turned to Jack and he said alarmed.

“I swear baby I have no idea who this woman is.” I turned back towards the woman and said.

“Can we help you Miss?”

“Oh right, sorry. I’m just here to return Brian’s jumper that he left at my place.” His jumper? At her place?

“Okay well I can just give it to him, and—how exactly do you know Brian? And no offense ma’am but how did you get my address?” she softly laughed.  Laughed? What the—why the hell was she laughing?! Is this chic on something?

“No worries darling I’m not some deranged fangirl or anything. Freddie told me where Brian was staying at. I’m Anita Dobson.”

Wait, wait I know that name. Yeah I know exactly who she is. She’s an actress from the soap opera EastEnders.  She’s also a singer and rumors have been speculating about her and Brian—oh god no! Oh HELL NO!!

At that point my fist clenched up and my breathing grew sharp and heavy.  I turned back towards the house and stormed towards it.

The door slammed open and I cried out.

“BRIAN HAROLD MAY!! GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!!” I heard a thunderous and rapid pacing of footsteps coming down the stairs as Brian with a horrified look on his face.

“What the hell (Y/n) you’re gonna wake up your own daughter.”

“Oh no you don’t get to talk back to me after what you’ve done!”

“What did I do? I-I-I-I hadn’t done anything.”

“You call this not doing anything!?” at that moment Jack came inside the house with Anita.  Nervous she waved at Brian and greeted him.

“Hello Brian.”

“Anita? Wha—what are you doing here? I told you I would be back by the end of the week.”

“I know, I know but—you know that jumper you left over at my place at New Years, I found it.” She then took out Brian’s jumper that I had given him as a Christmas present the first time I spent my first Christmas with them.

I crossed my arms over my chest as Brian awkwardly came down the rest of the stairs and took his jumper back.

“Thanks love.”

“Someone better start talking or I swear heads will roll.” I threatened.  Both Brian and Anita shifted on their feet as Brian said.

“(Y/n), Jack. Anita and I—well……we’ve been…..we’ve been seeing each other.”

“As in—”

“Yes Jack. Anita and I have been very secretly involved with each other.” At that point everyone went silent.  At this point I was beyond pissed off.  This was just like seven years ago when I caught Adam with that blonde bitch Becky in our bed shagging each other.  Now here was Brian.

Brian May! One of the four men who helped comfort me the day after I found out I had been cheated on.  And now here he was doing, what my dick of a boyfriend did, to Chrissie!

I just……I couldn’t even look at him.

“Look. I—I didn’t mean to impose, especially to you (Y/n), maybe I shouldn’t have come.” You think?! “Maybe I should go?”

“No, no Anita I can’t have you walking out this late all alone.” Brian said as he took hold of her hand.

“Well where am I gonna sleep, here?”

“Whoa-ho!” I warned them. They looked at each other and Brian said.

“We’ll go to a hotel. I think uhh—after tonight I—might not be welcomed back here.” Anita looked at Brian and said.

“If you insist.” They walked towards the door. I beat them to the front door and locked it saying in a low, threatening tone.

“No you’re not.”

“No we’re not.” Anita enforced as she and Brian walked away from the front door. “If you both go to a hotel you’re gonna be—” I tried to ease out my breathing trying to get them mental picture out of my brain. “Doing things. I want you both where I can see you!”

“Wait you’re gonna keep an eye on us?” Brian asked in a ‘are you serious’ manner.

“That’s right Brian Harold May and I don’t care how old you are. As long as you live under my roof, you’ll obey by my rules! And that means no sleeping with your girlfriend.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, she can be a fierce lioness.” I heard Anita whisper to Brian and he nodded.

“Now Anita, there’s a guest room down here you can rest in. Brian, you’ll stay in your room. Jack take Anita to her room.” He nodded and guided Anita just down the hall.

Once they were gone, Brian turned to me and tried to explain everything.

“Now (Y/n) this isn’t what it—”

“Oh so you didn’t invite your hussy to my house so that you could finally bring into light that you’re cheating on Chrissie with an actress? The typical Rock Star affairs! I expected this from Roger but never from you Brian! Do you realize how sick this makes me feel?”

“I just—”

“I don’t wanna hear about it anymore! Now go to your room!” I yelled as I pointed up the stairs.  He sighed heavily and walked up the stairs, shoulders slumped and his spirit broken.

As Jack and I now prepared for bed, I didn’t speak a word to my husband as I angrily got into bed.  After a long bit of awkward silence Jack said.

“You know I hadn’t seen you this angry since Prenter went on that interview and spilled out all of Freddie’s secrets.”

“If this is your way to try and cheer me up, I’m gonna boot you to the couch for the next month.” I turned away from him, “I don’t wanna discuss this anymore till morning, good night Jack.”

“Night (n/n). Love you.” I didn’t respond back. All I kept thinking was the rage I was feeling towards Brian about this whole thing.

The next morning, Anita showered up, got dressed and Brian helped pay for her cab fair to the airport.  Once she was out of the house, Jack went to take Kelly out for a walk leaving Brian and I alone in the house.

I was currently getting lunch started cutting up some cucumbers, peppers and onions for a sauce while Brian stood on the other side of the island I was cutting on.

“So……how long have you and……” I couldn’t even finish my sentence so I just went back to rapid cutting the veggies.

“Anita and I met 2 years ago, in Beverly Hills for a premiere. I even invited her to our show at Wembley stadium when we did our last tour. She said you were phenomenal on stage.” I ceased my cutting and looked up at him.

“Flatter will get you nowhere hound dog.”

“(Y/n) seriously you’re not playing fair.”

“And you’re one to talk about fair. Does Chrissie know about her?!” Brian didn’t say a word. “See? Brian you—you know what I went through when I got cheated on. Hell you comforted me! But yet here you are doing what that dick Adam did to me! Tell me something, does Anita provide you the same sexual pleasures that you used to have with Chrissie?”

“Oh my god (y/n) how do you…..”

“When you’re friends with one Freddie Mercury and one Roger Taylor. You hear a lot more than you should.”

“It has nothing to do with sex, lust or anything like that. I—I love her. I fell in love with Anita.”

“But what about Chrissie? Your kids? Would you really leave them for that actress?”

“The kids never. But—” Oh my god.  He would willingly leave Chrissie.  Oh my god that poor, poor woman. “Listen (Y/n), I didn’t want to tell you this but—my marriage has been falling apart for years. I just—I didn’t know what else to do, but when I met Anita, she was like—a light force had come into my life.”  I remained silent as I stuck the knife into the cutting board.

“I can’t do this anymore. I—I want you out of this house within the hour.” His eyes widened and he softly said my name.

“(Y/n). I—”

“GET OUT OF HERE!!!” I shouted as I turned my back on him.  Silence once again surrounded us and it was then I heard him gently tread up the stairs to pack his stuff.  Next thing I heard was the front door opening and then closing.

A few weeks later; I was cleaning up the house while Jack and Kelly were out having their monthly Father-daughter bonding time.  

As I turned the vacuum off, there was a loud, thunderous knock at the door.  I at first jumped, startled by the knocking, but I went to answer the door.  And I was surprised to see just who it was.

“Chrissie?” for the first time in 2 years since I’ve seen her she suddenly appears on my doorstep in LA with a bag full of groceries. “What are you doing here?”

“I first came to give you this,” she handed me the bag. “And this!” that’s when I got slapped hard in the back of my head.

“Owie! Why though?” she stormed into my house as she said.

“Why did you have to fill Brian’s head about trying to make things right!?” She sat down on my couch.  “Honestly (Y/n), now there’s some ice cream in there, put it in the freezer before it melts.” I quickly did as she said and I turned towards her and asked her in complete shock.

“Wait so—you knew?!”

“Of course I knew!”

“Why didn’t you say anything? To Brian or even reach out to me?” I said as I sat beside her.  She took a deep breath before saying.

“Sweetie I hate to tell you this but—our marriage has been failing for years.” I looked at her in shock.

“What? How long?”

“It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten now. But it’s really been hard since 2 maybe 3 years now.” What? But—they always seemed happy together whenever I saw them.

“Chrissie I—why didn’t you talk to anyone about it?”

“Brian and I tried to work in marriage counseling but with the final Queen tour it got too much, and once the tour was over it—felt like we were both wasting our time. So we just—agreed to not talk or be near each other for a bit till we both came to an agreement on what to do. Plus we didn’t want to upset the kids. Do you know how hard it is for a child so see their parents screaming at each other constantly?” From what I remember my parents rarely got mad at each other, they always had the perfect marriage.

Now I’m not naïve I know that some marriages never work out.  Some of my friends I once had in secondary school had to go through their parents getting divorce and it really affected them.  Hell I can even give my aunt and uncle, they hated each other and yet they continued to stay married to each other (to my knowledge I don’t think I ever heard them say I love you to each other).

“Plus all this fighting and the arguments it hasn’t been helping Brian mentally.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “There’s—also been some stuff going on beyond just us. His father got diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer and he’s getting sicker and sicker by the day. That, plus our marriage crumbling to bits, Brian he—he’s said if it weren’t for the kids, as well as you and Kelly…….he would’ve contemplated suicide.”

What? He—he never mentioned that to me. Oh god and now I’ve……shit.

“Chrissie if this is a way to try and guilt me, it’s working.”

“Oh sweetie I don’t mean to guilt you. I’m just telling you all on what’s been going on.”

“I knew Brian had his dark moments but—lately, especially since Kelly was born, he’s always put on a happy face around us. I just—I can’t believe I never saw it.”

“Even the brightest people can have their darkest moments.” No shit.  I mean I should know cause I’ve had those days myself.  God I feel like such a hypocrite now.

“I will say this though; ever since he did meet that—actress. He’s been more involved with the kids, he’s been more attentive to them, more loving, and involved in their lives. In fact I’ve never seen him happier than he is right now.” God now I really feel like shit. But what about Chrissie herself?

“But what about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I think—I think Brian and I have come to an understanding in the last few months that…..it’s best for us and for the kids that we get a divorce. Because at this point it’ll get too crazy. Now you little miss. You gotta make things right with him.”

“I don’t think he’ll listen to me. Chrissie I—I unleashed every ounce of anger I had. It felt like I got cheated all over again. I thought back to when—and then I thought of you and…….” She wrapped an arm around me and she said.

“Oh angel, I know you were thinking your heart was in the right place. Especially since I’m the mother of his kids and we’ve been married for over 10 years. And Brian told me what had happened to you when that bastard of an ex-boyfriend cheated on you. Being cheated on its—it sucks.”

“I agree it totally sucks.” I groaned out as we both softly laughed.

“Go get the ice cream, we can drown our sorrows in that instead of wine.” I went to the freezer and got the ice cream out as well as two spoons and we both shared the ice cream together.

After finishing the tube of ice cream, I was lying on the floor while Chrissie was sprawled out on my bed.

“Can I be honest with you Chrissie?” she hummed. “Since—you and Brian are gonna be….you know divorced, does—does that mean we won’t see each other again?” she slid down the couch to come close to me and she said.

“That’s up to you honey. I’ll tell you what; if you ever need a neutral ground to stand on, and rant about how crazy your child and future children make you, I’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks Chrissie. And I’m really sorry I screwed this up.”

“You should be. But—I forgive you.” she said as she hugged me.  As we both swayed from side to side she then asked me, “So—have you met her?” I knew that she was referring to Anita.

“Yes. You’re ten times prettier than she is.”

“That’s sweet. Could I take her?”

“With this right hook, no contest Lady Ali.” She chuckled and embraced me tighter.

After that, she left my house and she stayed at a hotel nearby before she would fly back to LA.  It was then I decided to call Brian to talk this out.  He agreed and so I was going to fly out to London to see him so that he and I could talk about this like reasonable adults.

So that night I booked a flight for tomorrow morning and told Jack what all was going to happen.  I would stay with Roger for a few days while Brian and I tried to talk things out.

When I got to London, I was sitting in Hyde Park with my shades (well an old pair of Roger’s shades he had back in the 70’s that I ‘borrowed’) on protecting my eyes from the bright sun.

“(Y/n).” I looked up and there wearing his own pair of shades was the curly haired guitarist himself.

“Bri.”

“Shall we walk?” I nodded and soon the two of us walked side by side.  There was a bit of awkward silence between us at first till I finally spoke up.

“Chrissie came to the house and told me everything that’s been going on.”

“Of course she did.” He muttered.

“You should be grateful though. Bri—I really wanted to try and forget you after hearing about what you did. But hearing about everything that’s been going on in that head of yours—I can’t believe you’d think about killing yourself.”

“It’s—I’ve got no excuse. I’ve been feeling like an utter failure these past couple of years outside of Queen. Chrissie and I just….we were constantly fighting all the time. But when I met Anita—it was like finally coming out from the water I had been drowning in.”

“I don’t condone the cheating cause—you know how I went through it. After getting both sides of the story I—I know I can’t be involved in this situation cause it’s none of my business. This is between you, Chrissie and—Anita. But…..just promise me this. Tell me again this has nothing to do with anything sexual.”

“It had nothing to do with the fact that Anita was prettier than Chrissie. Nothing about appearances, not about urges. Nothing of that sort.” I nodded.

“It’s gonna take some time. I mean hell I don’t even know if I can accept her but—I’ll try my best to not be a total bitch around your new lady friend.”

“That’s all I ask for (Y/n). I won’t force you to be friends with Anita. I just…..want you to understand where I stand on this matter.” I nodded. “Are there any other questions you have for me?”

The rest of the day was just Brian and I talking about his relationship with Anita.  How it began, when they first started falling for each other, things like that.

By the first week of May, Chrissie and Brian finalized their divorce papers.  Brian May was now officially separated from his wife and he was now freely able to stay with Anita over at her place.  I’ll be grateful that they didn’t go off and get hitched as soon as it happened.

In fact Brian invited Jack and myself to have dinner to officially get to know Anita better.  It was a calm, quiet meal with small talk of just getting to know one another on a more stable level.  

I apologized to Anita on my behavior when we first met and she immediately forgave me (Brian had told her that I had been cheated on and that’s why I had flipped my shit on the both of them).

Now I won’t get into too much after this but I will say this, it took me a year and a half to finally come around to Anita and accept her into the ‘Queen/Angel’ circle.  Cause like Brian said, she is charming, witty, sweet, loving, a bit cheeky, but she is passionate about what she does and—she is definitely a force not to be reckoned with.

Chrissie and I still kept in contact but eventually when my schedule soon started back up with recording and doing my tours again, we lost contact with each other.  And I hate to admit it but eventually all contact suddenly just ceased from her end.

Yeah I was heartbroken at first, but I had a feeling deep down that Chrissie might have wanted to just cut ties with everyone. I’m even told by Veronica and Dominque that they hadn’t heard a word from her either.

In the end, not all relationships can be successful and eventually old ties must be severed if we are to continue on in life. But in my mind I’ll still remember the support and love Chrissie gave me.

[pandemskinny]

sorry im posting so much tonight but i wanted to make a list of things that distract me from my ed (or keep me away from munch munch) sorry lmao:

♡ watch BBC dracula. its all on netflix, if you don't have it then if ur from the uk, its on bbc iplayer (its free) my mother thinks hes vv sexy. 3 X 1.5hour episodes :)

♡re watch ur favourite films or anime or tv shows, personally i like Skins, Shameless, This country, The office UK, RPDR, tokyo ghoul, pulp fiction, kill bill, sherlock etc

♡youtube: im gonna post vids when i can so i will have a channel its pandemskinny (tw ed) but i like to watch supersize vs superskinny and ALR and Foodie beauty (idk its addictive man) sometimes my 600lb life but i find it really upsetting to the point where i cant watch anymore. I also watch Korean diet girls living their best life.

♡i read. Here are my must reads. Good Omens. Life Of Pi. The Colour Purple. Pride And Prejudice. Frankenstein. Anne Of Green Gables. Tess Of The d'Urbervilles. If you like erotic books the best ones I've read are by Sarah Waters bc i am GaY. Would 100% recommend tipping the velvet.

♡play animal crossing or a Nintendo game that you have. Ive been playing professor layton speed runs bc im that bitch. I also have pokemon black <3 i do still have to complete tLoZ majora's mask bc im weak and its the only zelda one left to complete.

♡read fanfiction. Doesn't have to be smutty. Its free, can be supportive to authors. I like time travel au's because i often wonder what would happen if i met 21 year old john lennon. Sigh.

♡i don't have it but somehow end up watching the yt video comps of lesbian tiktoks. The cringe tiktoks r what keeps my self esteem in check also. So learn a tiktok dance or stare at pretty lesbians with big glasses and curly hair.

♡you can find free films to watch. If you like Melanie Martinez than watch k-12. me and my mother both love the highschool sweethearts part because WoAh,,

♡if you like music (who doesn't) try dancing to it or even meditating? I like to imagine im in the centre of a mosh pit or performing on stage.

♡talk to me, look at my blog, use this app in general or any app u feel comfortable on.

♡skincare- ive improved my own skin alot of recent. I recommend watching hyram? On yt- definitely helped mine.

��sign the petitions for the black lives matter movement. My mum told me her biggest achievement recently is distinguishing a lampost from a trafficlight out of a set of squares. She also drags the fuck out of racists on fb. Ah good ol' mum.

♡collegework, homework, housework, schoolwork, your sibling/childs homework. One that I'll have to face sooner or later

♡if you have a younger child in the family, they really occupy ur time (i have a 2 1/2 yo brother) i like to spend time with him, so many stories to tell about pepper pig, helicopters, and our dog. His favourite thing is holding his hand up to his ear and pretending to call grandmother and he'll tell her the most random things.

♡one of my favourites- thrift shopping/shopping in charity shops. I got 10 books for a quid once or $1.25, not only that but as a fan of old music, art etc i pick up antique vinals and things pretty often. I have a friend who buys similar tshirts to me but gets them for less than half the price in charity shops/thrift stores. And i think that homeless person jeans + good accessories + simple crop/tight top = perfection.

Anyway i hope this post distracted you and or helped you in anyway im vv sorry for boring u ahh

[reddie-fangirl24]

Rain (A Reddie Fanfiction)

NOTE: This is based on a headcanon of mine about Richie and his grandfather. Enjoy the story!

Walking through the puddles as the rain smacked the top of his umbrella like it was trying to puncture a hole, Eddie was right on where he could find his grieving friend.

It was Stan who called Eddie with the horrible news. Knowing that they should all go over to Richie’s to comfort him, Bill advised that it was best to leave Richie alone with his family. No, that was a horrible idea.

When Eddie went to Richie’s house, his mother tearfully told him that Richie ran out of the house the moment his dad got off the phone. Richie’s mother just about collapsed to her knees, begging for Eddie to find Richie and bring him home. Even his dad agreed.

Standing ten feet away, Eddie’s heart cracked. Richie sat in the pouring rain on the curb outside the closed movie theater. The lights were out. He was staring at the ground, his curly hair wrecked from the rain, sticking in strands to his face. The colors faded in his shirt, and his jeans stuck to his skin.

“You know you could get sick sitting out in the rain!” Eddie scolded him once he approached.

Richie didn’t even acknowledge Eddie. Now that he was closer, Eddie noticed that the boy’s fists were wrapped tightly together. His glasses were fogged and drenched making it harder for him to see than it already was.

Grimacing, Eddie reluctantly sat down on the wet curb. His mother was going to have a fit if she found out that he sat out in the rain. Ignoring her, Eddie covered both of them with the umbrella, protecting them from the rain. Water dripped off Richie’s hair, sliding down his face. He realized that they were tears falling from Richie’s red eyes. 

“Oh, Rich, I’m sorry,” Eddie said putting his hand on his friend’s cold arm. Still, Richie didn’t say a word. Normally, his friend who could never shut his mouth was silent. It scared Eddie. “We gotta get you home.”

“No!” Richie responded, his throat closing up.

“You can’t stay out here!”

“It’s not fair!” his voice shook as Richie stomped the curb with his fist. Hearing a whimper in his voice, Eddie knew that he was holding back, as Richie’s hand started to bleed. Heck, his entire body was trembling, holding in the steam.

“Rich, I know I don’t know how you feel, but your grandfather is in a better place now.”

“How do you know?!” Richie shouted, whipping his head at Eddie, startling him. “He didn’t deserve to die! He understood me! It’s not fair! Heaven doesn’t deserve him!”

Richie broke down, hiding in his arms, crying these agonizing screams. Feeling his own heart painfully whimper, Eddie smoothed his back which was drenched. Eddie met Richie’s grandfather only a few times. Right off the bat, Eddie knew where Richie got his sense of humor from. Even Eddie thought with someone as old, but had a big heart, would last forever. They were all mortal.

“I wish I could remember my dad, Rich. I can’t remember much about him. But, you’re lucky. You know why?” Eddie spoke softly.

Richie didn’t respond, but Eddie knew that he was listening.

“Because you can talk about him. My mom won’t talk about my dad to me to help me remember. You can tell me anything you want to help make his spirit stay bright. He’d like that.”

The rain showed no sign of stopping or even letting up. The streets were so dark. Thunder rumbled in the distance, far off, but it would probably get closer. Being out here wasn’t safe, especially at night.

“Want me to walk you back home?” Eddie asked him. “You’re going to get sick.”

Richie took a deep breath. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Richie wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Even he didn’t know.

Having an idea, Eddie smiled. “Hey, Rich?” The boy shrugged, not responding. “Why do you think the chicken crossed the road?”

Noticing his eye sparkle, Edde caught a little smile on Richie’s face. “Why?”

“Because your mom was too busy in the bathroom to catch it for your dinner.”

Cracking up, Richie laughed and laughed. Eddie laughed, too, happy that he was able to make Richie feel better in some way. But, then Richie’s laughter hitched, changing to a sob. “Those jokes were his favorite!”

Opening his arms, Eddie held Richie who shook as he accepted a needed hug. His umbrella dropped to the ground, leaving them to get soaked. The sat in the rain hugging for the longest time as Richie gripped Eddie’s shirt, sobbing.

“It’s okay, Rich. It’s okay. I’m here,” Eddie soothed, smoothing his back. “Everything will be okay. I promise.”

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[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Yall remember awhile back when I said I made a new Harry Potter OC? Well this is her! I haven't had time to color her but I at least you’ll have an idea of what she looks like and her story. I'm past 50,000 words on it but only on chapter 8 (chapter 7 is 20,000 words because I really was trying to skim through five years as fast as possible) but I'm working on it and I'm really excited to get to a point where I can start posting it so people can read it. Since it's my main project right now I'll probably give it its own page on my tumblr soon. Anyway under the cut enjoy some information on Morgan Weasley!

So I got the ages of the Weasley family wrong in this fanfiction so it’s an AU now because I don’t want to change them. So. In her story she is the first girl of the Weasley clan and was born a year after Percy. She gets along with all of her siblings although the twins drive her a bit nuts but she gets along best with Percy until he disowns the family. She’s a shy girl but also a very big book worm. She’s almost sorted into Ravenclaw but the hat decides in the end to go with Gryffendor (I really hope I spelled those right but I don’t want to check google). In her school year she becomes a prefect and head girl. She’s very much interested in magical research, she likes coming up with new spells. But she also is very much interested in muggles like her father, unlike her father she digs into muggle science and compares it with magic. She works for the ministry in the research department until the whole thing goes down between the ministry and her father and she joins the order of the phoenix and takes a small research job somewhere else in London. She never moves out of the Burrow until her family does (she likes being close to home). 

You might be wondering why I’m summarizing her entire life, and the reason for that is, is because none of that is really shown in the story, just mentioned. Because in this story Harry Potter died during the battle of Hogwarts and the war continued on for years. Morgan working with Percy creates a spell to send her mind and soul back in time to when she was six years old, and she has to live her entire life again with all the memories of what happened before. It’s a time travel fic what can I say? I love them. 

More on Morgan. Morgan has very curly, bushy, red hair that she lets grow out to her waist. The drawings pictured above are her at age fourteen to sixteen the second time through. She is pale and covered in freckles everywhere. The first time through her life she was an average weight and her face retained it’s baby fat but the second time through she has struggles with eating and ends up skinnier than really healthy (Molly Weasley does her best to rectify this but it’s hard). She has a hook nose from it being broken quite a few times her second time around. Both times around she has a scar on her chin where she cut it open when she was four from falling down the stairs. The second time around she has constant bags under her eyes from trouble sleeping. Her style changes as well. The first time around she mostly, when given the choice, wore lighter clothes and lots of sweaters. Due to an incident that happened she starts wearing long sleeves all the time. When she’s at home though a lot of her modesty drops and she’s in tank tops shorts. The second time around Morgan mostly sticks to dark clothes, long sleeves, and sweaters all the time. She likes to wear scarves and hats. She worries a lot about being cold and frostbite. If she has a chance she’ll wear layers. This does not change whether she is near her family or not. 

Personality wise there are some differences between her first time through and her second time through, and you don’t get to hear much about her first time through so I thought it’d be neat to compare them here. Morgan the first time through like I said is shy, she has social anxiety and is very nervous about being away from home. She gets bullied and doesn’t stand up for herself because she doesn’t want to cause conflict or get in trouble. Rules are very important for her and they’re how she grounds herself. It gets on people’s nerves. (Think Percy, but less vocal about how other people should act.) However she is very much a mother hen and worries over all of her siblings a lot. They tend to see her as someone very meek and need of protecting. Morgan figures out in her later years of Hogwarts the first time through that she is very much indeed a lesbian but doesn’t act on this knowledge because she is worried about her family’s reaction. She doesn’t take a lot of risks and doesn’t like to lead. The second time through things change. Morgan is much more aggressive though she tries not to be. She cares very little for the rules (imagine going from being on the run in a war to being told you have to be in bed by eight, personally I would be like: no???) and she has a strong distaste for the Ministry and doesn’t particularly care about laws either. She will stand up for herself when bullied (unless it’s the twins, then she normally just smiles) and will stand up for others if they’re being bullied. She defiantly takes a more violent approach to things than she used to and she’s much more independent than she was before preferring to handle problems on her own. If she was a mother hen before she is now a hundred times worse and has the biggest death glare if you give her siblings the wrong look (this also goes for her friends and adopted family aka Harry and Hermione). She is much more open to conflict and often invites it with her open attitude to her more “abnormal” parts of her life (aka she’s gay, she’s mentally ill, ect. Children are assholes). 

This story is checking out to be hella long (I’m writing chapter eight and I still haven’t gotten to her first year at Hogwarts but I will before this chapter ends!) but I’ve really fallen in love with her character and the Weasely family all over again. Reading the story you might think my favorite sibling is Bill but it’s really Percy, I fucking love Percy and I would die for him. I’ve got a couple endings in mind and a lot of plot to get through and I can’t wait to share it with you. If there’s anything you want to know about Morgan send me an ask! I’ll link the story when I start posting, which will be after I finish chapter ten. I’m really excited!! x3

[reddie-stenbrough-tea]

please

this is a stenbrough ANGST fanfiction.

757 words

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“I’m glad you’re he-here, S-Stan.” Bills sour voice cracked through the silent room. Stan pulled his head up from his lap, shocked that his best friend had finally started talking. His thin lips weakly tugged into a smile.

“Anything for you, buddy.” Stans smile became short-lived when Bill started coughing harshly. The curly haired boy jumped from his seat to beside the crooked white bed. “B-Bill is this normal? Do you need water-“

“Water wo-won’t help me now.” Bills coughs turned into low chuckles, and then soon into shallow breaths. Stan hesitantly grabbed Bill's hand. He didn’t know what to do. What was he supposed to do, read him a bedtime story? Stan was never good with goodbyes but he wanted to do this right. No regrets, right?

“Bill... I know you’re uncomfortable and moody and-“

“D-Dying.” Bill cut him off with a smirk.

“It’s not funny.” Stans words were thick with sadness and exasperation. His eyes closed tightly as if that rid of anything Bill or the doctors had said these past few hours. When Stan opened his eyes he replaced his hand in Bill’s with his left, so he could use his dominant hand to brush his palm through Bills soft, sandy locks. “I need you to know something... before you go.” Bills eyebrows furrowed and his breathing steadied for a moment. “It’s been on my mind a lot these last few days and I didn’t know how to tell you and the whole time I was just too scared-“

“Scared... S-Stan why are you scared? You’re not the o-one laying in a hospital bed with tubes in e-every or-orifice of your body.” Bill started to get annoyed that Stan would even think he could understand what he was going through. He had no idea. And yet he still began to speak.

“Bill- I’m scared of losing you. Sure you’re scared of dying but you’ll be gone soon-“ tears pricked the corners of Stans' eyes. They soon flooded his vision and Bill was no longer upset. He let the fear take over and he cried as well. “-you’ll be gone and I’ll be here. Alone. Without my best friend. Without the love of my life. And I’ll have to be the one to see you afterward. After you’ve stopped talking and breathing and laughing. You’ll be gone. And I’ll wish I was gone too-“

“Stop-“

“No! I can’t live without you, don’t you understand that? Bill-“ Stans mind went void of any other thought he had had before he walked into this room. Prior to this, he had no idea what he would say to this boy that he had grown to love, but now he knew. “You’re my everything. You’re my rock. You’re my shield... I love you, Bill.” Stan patiently waited for his response. Normally he would be freaking out right now, assuming that since Bill was waiting so long to speak he must be thinking of how to let Stanley down softly. But nothing on his face showed that he didn’t feel the same way. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were no longer smoothed over like glass. His tears were long gone, they slid down his face as soon as Stan said ‘I love you.’

“Stan...” Bills face abruptly twitched. His mouth closed tightly and his eyes shut.

“Bill?” Stan scanned his face to try and understand what was happening but all he understood was that he was in pain. “B-Bill- What’s happening?” Bill’s response was a sudden turn in breath. His hand gripped Stans with the weak force he had left. “Nurse!” Stan took his hands away from Bill as if his touch was toxic and it was the one thing that caused him to convulse in agony.

A woman dressed in white rushed into the room as the monitor next to the bed sounded a loud ‘beep.’ Stans' head seemed to fog up from the sound and it was all he began to focus on. He heard the woman say something about ‘code pink’ and before he knew it, he was being dragged out by a scrawnier more petite nurse. His eyes stayed glued to Bill the whole time until his limp body was engulfed by one of the doctors pulling the shitty thin curtian closed that was in front of the bed.

“Please save him.” Was all Stanley managed to say as the nice smaller lady left back into the room. “Please save my best friend.”

[curlysgirl0202]

JOHNNY RINGO/READER STORY CONTINUED...

"Please come this afternoon, Johnny!" You plead.

Ringo looks at you and then turns away.

"Why do you care so much when nobody else does?" Ringo asks you. "You're running a fool's errand waiting around for someone like me."

He shakes his head, gazing at you and the innocence that surrounds you, although you endured horrors during and after the war.

"Johnny, just come for a short while?"

"Sure. Then maybe you'll learn you're wasting your time." He looks down. "You don't know what I've done..." He whispers, almost to himself.

"Johnny, I know about Quantrill! I know about you and Jesse and Frank James!"

Ringo looks at you, uncertain of what to make of your knowledge of his past.

Ringo nods slowly. "That ain't the worst part," he grumbles.

"The Hoodoo War? The Youngers? Johnny, I know. Did you know Doc Holliday is wanted in Dodge for slicing a man from his chest to his..." You put your head down.

Johnny Ringo takes a long look at you. He touches your face and rings your chin with his thumb. His large, calloused hand feels the softness of your skin. He loves the way the light catches the highlights of your hair and gold flecks sparkle in the sun. He knows at that moment, he's never seen a more beautiful woman.

"Doc has a death wish," Johnny answers, gazing at the vast frontier. "I'm sure we'll share a room in hell." Johnny's eyes are still surveying the area.

Unfamiliar emotions creep into Ringo's heart. Your softness and naive nature make him feel vulnerable and a bit uneven. He didn't want to appear weak or lovesick in front of the other Cowboys.

"Women sure are a thing of wonder!" Curly Bill declared on many occasions. "But they make a man weak!"

And Curly Bill was right; women can ease the burden of loneliness men like Ringo endured. But only for a short time and probably because they either needed to accommodate other customers or because they simply lost interest. Whores don't participate in charity and they expect to be well paid for their services.

"You should go home. You shouldn't be here," Johnny tells you, but you hear the longing in his voice. "You're too good for this place. Why would you ride out here anyway? Nothing but a bunch of smelly cowboys!"

You move closer to Johnny and to your relief, he doesn't back away.

"I wanted to know why you just left!"

"Because I'm not good enough for you! Nobody around here is."

Your heart sinks.

"No! I'm not!" You declare.

"Please keep your voice low," Johnny pleads. "I don't want them asking questions about you. Damn fools," Johnny grunts.

"Tell my why you-"

"Left?" He responds. Johnny rubs the back of his neck. "Seeing you lying there looking like some sort of forbidden fruit. You, you...You looked so perfect. So sweet and pure. How could I touch you? I don't deserve to touch you!"

"Johnny," you whisper, covering your mouth with your hand. You struggle to understand this man standing in front of you.

He cannot stand to see you in any pain or distress. "See, I told you. You hang around me, you'll get nothing but trouble. Nothing but danger and trouble will come your way!"

You begin to turn away to leave, but you know you must stand your ground. "That's why? Johnny, I wanted to be with you!"

Curly Bill stands up to stretch out and looks over at you and Johnny. He adjusts his hat and returns to working on helping Pony fix a wheel on the chuck wagon.

Johnny Ringo looks at you and your sincere words touch him deeply. His upbringing and his mother telling him over and over that he must be a good Christian gentleman.

"If you're a Christian gentleman, it will open doors for you, Johnny," his mother would say. "You must become educated and do not let the ways of the world corrupt you."

"You'll be disappointed. Like everyone else," Johnny answers.

You walk close enough to him that your bodies are almost touching.

"Just come to my home later. Please?" You plead. "Just for a visit. Without anyone there. Just us." You put your hand out and take his. He almost pulls away, but savors the softness of your touch.

Johnny nods and then turns away. "I'll be there," he sighs.

You walk fast towards Daisy. After you mount up, you shout,Giddyap, girl!" You ride fast back to your cottage and once Daisy is secure, you head into your home where you freshen yourself for Johnny Ringo. After washing up, you brush your hair, apply some lotion and body spray and wait for your cowboy.

Johnny Ringo returns to his tent. He smiles to himself briefly. Your determination to win him over touches him deeply and he wonders what you see in him. Women always seemed happy to see Johnny and his gentlemanly qualities made him a favorite with the ladies. However, those ladies were often associated with prostitution. Women of the night who offer comfort to lonely outlaws don't ask questions, don't care how much whiskey you suck back or where you come from. Keep the cash flowing and they'll show genuine concern; something Ringo can't seem to live without.

Curly Bill saunters over and flips the tent flap open. "What's that all about Juanito? Can't have a little beauty like that coming over here around these boys! She oughta know better!" Curly Bill admonishes.

"I didn't send for her," Ringo says, feeling annoyed at Curly Bill's curiosity.

"A face like hers could stop a stampede. Or start one! She's gotta know we can't have a distraction like that! You know how them boys are! Specially the Clanton's and McClaurey's!"

"Quit wagging your tongue, Bill!" Ringo barks back. "We could use something soft around here. Get a break from the stink of horse shit and you smelly cowboys!"

"You stink just as bad, there, Johnny!" Curly Bill reminds him as he swaggers back to where he was earlier. He shakes his head while walking towards the picket line of horses.

"Women..." He mumbles under his breath.

Johnny takes his boots off and shakes the dirt out. "Johnny, if the law don't catch up to you, the smell of your feet will." He changes his socks and puts his boots back on. He wants to feel and look his best for you. You deserve better than a stinky cowboy. He combs his hair and puts his hat back on.

Without saying a word, Ringo heads to the picket line. He carefully saddles his horse and heads to your quaint and modest cottage.

Johnny trots out of the Cowboys camp and rides full gallup to your home. He feels the wind in his hair and the feeling of a strong horse between his legs. He tightens his grip on the reigns.

"Giddyap!" He shouts, and spurs his horse into a run.

You can hear the sound of Johnny's horse approaching and you check your face in the mirror one last time. You rush to the front door, but decide to practice patience.

Your heart skips a beat when his knuckles tap your door.

You open it slowly. He sees you, dressed in a pink blouse and tan colored skirt and in bare feet.

He can feel his neck turn hot and flushed when he looks at you.

"Welcome, Johnny," you say softly, a shy smile decorating your face.

Johnny Ringo takes his hat off and enters your quaint home. "This is a nice little place. You must do well as a waitress."

You close the door and smile up at your cowboy.

"I do alright. Tips help."

"I'm sure you do well in that regard. Specially with the menfolk." Johnny can feel his face grow red as he regrets giving you the compliment. "I didn't mean it like that. You're just a special lady. That's all."

"I know what you meant, Johnny. No need to explain."

Johnny smiles freely and realizes how much he admires how free you are in life. You don't scoff or wait for him to explain himself. You just accept him. And understand him. Johnny rocks back and forth on his feet. He stands, with his hat in his hands.

"Here, let me take that," you say. You pull a chair out and he curses himself for not reacting sooner. He sees a vase of fresh flowers resting on your small table and he clenches his jaw. In his rush and nervousness, he didn't bring anything for you. He looks down and then back at your beautiful face.

"What's wrong, Johnny?" You inquire.

He shakes his head. "Just...I can't believe how pretty you are," he says, suddenly feeling foolish again.

You smile sweetly. He moves closer to you, his slurs echoing on the wooden floor. "Please have a seat, Johnny! Do you want some tea?"

Johnny doesn't respond right away.

"How about a little whiskey? I have some!" You annouce happily.

Johnny smiles and lowers his head, feeling a little foolish that he'd rather have whiskey than tea.

"Please have a seat!" You say. Johnny watches you move around the kitchen, smooth in your bare feet.

You grab two plates, two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. You then reach up and take a freshly baked pie from the cupboard.

"I hope you're hungry! I baked a pie very early this morning."

Johnny adjusts himself in his chair and watches you play the hostess so gracefully. You cut two slices, lick your thumb and place the dishes in front of you both. You take a bite and then Johnny, feeling awkward, picks up the fork and takes a bite. The sweetest of the pie, mixed with hints of cinnamon and butter melt in his mouth. He savors the richness of the dessert and slowly sips his whiskey.

"It's really tasty," Johnny remarks, causing you to smile.

"Thank you!" Through the open window, you can hear the whinnying of the horses and you get a wiff of the sweet aroma of wildflowers that flow through the soft afternoon breeze. A relaxed feeling washes over Johnny Ringo in a way he's not familiar with. He takes another bite of pie.

"Hard to believe a woman like you isn't settled," Johnny tells you. "You're a hard working lady. And you can bake." Johnny takes the last bite of his pie. "Hard to believe you're not attached."

Johnny suddenly cringes, feeling awkward. "I didn't mean it like that," he finishes. He takes a sip of whiskey and glares out the window.

"It's just, you're different...I could see that when you were serving us. Curly Bill likes to get a rise out of people." He finishes off his pie and pushes the plate aside.

"More?" You ask, licking your fingers in an almost child-like manner. Ringo lowers his head and grins.

Why is she not with anyone?

He shakes his head. "Maybe I'll take a piece back to camp," he says. "All the boys will be jealous," he attempts to lighten the mood.

"Curly Bill did say he was sorry," you mention.

"Yeah, old Curly just talks. He prefers it when people are afraid of him. He likes throwing his weight around. And often, people move out of his way. But then there's someone like you who just offers kindness. It's not something we Cowboys are used to."

You smile, remembering how nervous and out of place Curly Bill looked when he apologized to you.

"At least he was decent," you say.

"Curly Bill is one of the toughest and bravest men I know. And he's loyal as all hell. He's skeptical of any kindness. Especially from a beautiful woman," Johnny blushes, but doesn't care.

"Curly Bill Brocius is someone who can make you laugh when you're down."

You nod your head, showing you can picture that about the old rustler.

"He wants to settle down someday. He's talked about that. A part of him may be envious I'm seeing you." Ringo smiles. "He thinks he's a lady's man. And sometimes he does lay that old charm down. But mostly he's just as awkward as any cowboy." Johnny lets out a sigh. "He'll always have your back. He's damn loyal and he demands loyalty in return." Johnny adjusts himself in his seat. "I promise he didn't mean any harm."

"I've had my reconciliation with Curly Bill and he was quite the gentleman about it. In fact, I was surprised considering how gruff he was during our first encounter." You draw circles around your plate. "I'm glad he said something."

"Curly's not all bad. He's just got an odd way of showing his feelings." Ringo scratches the back of his neck. "He's someone I can always count on that's for sure."

"Sounds like you two are close," you say, playing with your pie slice, poking it with your fork.

"Yeah, you could say that," Johnny answers.

"This place. This territory. It's really not safe for someone like you." Johnny tells you while he's fumbling with the fork.

"I plan on staying," you tell Johnny. He nods.

"I believe that about you," he answers. "You're a brave lady. Coming out here by yourself."

"Josephine Marcus did it," you respond.

"She came with a theater troupe. And she's a whore." Johnny sucks back his whiskey.

"I..." Johnny says your name. "I'm sorry. You're a lady. I shouldn't talk like that. Josephine isn't a lady..." Johnny says, gazing out the window at the sound of his horse.

You lower your head. You've seen Josephine and how she vies for attention from the Cowboys. Although they enjoy the company of a beautiful and sophisticated woman, Josephine always seemed more childish; a woman who simply lives in the moment, waiting for the next big adventure...Or man to help finance her lifestyle even though her father often sent her money. Her appetite for the finer things hungered for lavish gifts, dresses and jewelry. Johnny notices the striking contrast between you and Josephine; Josie's goals include enjoying life and multiple relationships, sometimes at one time. You see the world through the lens of loss and longing. You long for the calm of nature, the babbling of a brook or stream, the way the sunlight dances on the water in the middle of the day. These things set you apart from women like Josie, who wouldn't want to waste her time hiking or reading about fossils like you do. You find joy in simplicity and Johnny Ringo adores you for that.

"Isn't she with Wyatt?" You inquire.

Ringo shakes his head. "I don't know. I think she's playing Behan and Earp. Although I'm no fan of the Earps, Wyatt is a better man than Behan. I don't dislike Josephine. I don't trust loose women."

You nod your head. You came into Tombstone alone and the rumor circulating included the fact that you didn't have a man at all...Or maybe the men of Tombstone just hoped that was the case.

Johnny sighs and looks at you. You're drawing shapes on the table with your finger, waiting for the awkward silence to end when you think of something to say.

"Are you planning on staying in town long?" He finally manages to ask.

"As long as I can. I'm lucky I got a place to rent at least. I was getting tired of staying at the hotel although it was convenient for work."

"As for me, I sleep under the stars like most cowboys," Johnny answers, almost embarrassed that he sleeps in a tent while you're renting a cottage.

"It's not that I don't or want..." He fumbles with his words. "I guess I prefer the open range to the confinements of a room."

"Well, if you're driving cows, you don't have a choice." You tell him.

"Yep..." He agrees, ashamed to tell you the cows he drives are stolen. He dismisses it for a moment, simply wanting to enjoy you and your company.

"It ain't all bad," Johnny says, wiping his mustache. "It's actually peaceful sleeping under the stars. Even when we got a bunkhouse, most of Curly's boys still prefer a bedroll out in the open."

"Well, I've certainly spent nights in the cold too. Especially right after the Yankees burned everything." You let out a sigh. You also dismiss your memory in exchange for some time with Johnny Ringo.

"Would you like another slice of pie, Johnny?" You ask.

Johnny looks at you for a moment, just taking in your beauty. "No, ma'am," he answers.

Johnny Ringo begins to feel awkward. He shifts in his seat. His eyes wander away for a moment and when they return to you, a sadness shows in them. Johnny lets out a long sigh.

You begin clearing the plates and tea cups.

"Would you like some more whiskey?" You ask.

Johnny nods.

"You're a beautiful woman," Johnny declares, feeling his face grow red from embarrassment.

"Thank you, Johnny!" You answer, feeling elated.

"Not just that." Johnny looks down at the empty shot glass. You fill it and he puts his fingers on the rim. "Thank you," he says sincerely and softly.

"You're welcome." You respond.

"Not just that. You're a special lady," Johnny contio, feeling a bit more confident.

You lower your head and chuckle.

"It's true," he tells you. He's tempted to reach out and take your hand, but doesn't want to seem too forward.

"Johnny, you too," you answer.

Johnny almost laughs out loud. "I don't feel so special," he admits.

"I reckon you don't think so. I can see that in your eyes, Johnny."

He quickly turns away from you, his shame falling over him. He rode with Bloody Bill Anderson and killed a Yankee soldier who was younger than himself. Ringo will never forget the sense of shame and sadness he felt when he saw that Yankee kid die. Johnny Ringo can feel his fear and guilt weigh down on him. So much so, he wouldn't be able to stand if he wanted to.

He was just a kid...Ringo thinks.

And Quantrill shouted for me to fire my pistol. I didn't care if I missed or what Quantrill would do as an admonishment for my bad aim...So, I fired it right into his chest. I swear I saw his ribs burst out! Ringo rages in his mind all while staying stoic...

He shakes his head. "I wasn't always..." He says your name, while he sucks back his guilt.

What did those Yankees do to you?! You scream in your mind.

Johnny starts to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He cannot comprehend why a woman like yourself works as a waitress in one of the toughest boom towns in the west. And why you chose to risk so much when you could be enjoying life with a husband who can provide you with everything you deserve.

Ringo shakes his head.

"A Union soldier came to our farm dressed in a Confederate uniform," you begin. "After we fed him, he revealed himself and proceeded to gather whatever he wanted from my mother." You gaze down at the table.

Johnny's gaze meets the floor and then he looks back at you. The way your eyes light up and the sweet smile on your face tell a different story. A story where none of those atrocious things happened to you... Because when Johnny Ringo looks at you, he sees the light in your eyes burn with a resilience he felt he lost.

"How'd you keep smiling?" Johnny asks. "Everyone I know is downright bitter. Having to start over so many damn times." Ringo clears his throat. "No offense, ma'am." His gentlemanly manner shows at that moment. His respect for you is so strong, he doesn't want to cuss in front of you!

You smile and begin to move your hand towards his. When you touch his hand, he quickly jerks it away, his feelings of inadequacy keeping him from enjoying this moment. He sees the look of disappointment in your eyes and he curses himself.

"I didn't mean anything, Johnny," you say, your voice is full of genuine concern.

He shifts again and looks down at the table.

Johnny sighs. He doesn't feel worthy of your touch...

Curly Bill wouldn't hesitate with you, Ringo thinks. If old Curly knew a lovely lady like yourself showed any interest, the old rustler would be laying on the charm!

"I've taken up enough of your afternoon," Johnny says, slowly getting up, feeling the sting of being forced to leave your presence.

"No, please stay, Johnny," you plead, that genuine concern he loves in your voice.

Ringo looks at you and can't believe someone so special would desire his company. He lets out a small, but hopeful smile.

"You don't give up easily, do you?" He asks, almost smirking.

"No," you answer. Then you shake your head. "I'm a rebel like you," you say softly.

"Reckon that's something we have in common!" Johnny answers, feeling slightly more comfortable.

You reach your hand out and this time he takes it ..

He can't believe how soft your hands feel in his rough and calloused ones. He recalls the time he enjoyed intimacy with you and he can feel the tugging of his shame on his heart.

You pour two glasses of whiskey and you lift your glass and say, "here's to you, Johnny Ringo!"

Johnny smirks and takes a drink. Then he lifts his glass and says, "here's to the most beautiful woman I've ever met." He clinks his glass and sips his whiskey, wishing he never said that.

Johnny Ringo begins to feel tipsy. He worries he may lose control with a woman like yourself. Because he can feel the effects of the rotgut whiskey, he starts to fear he will quickly lose control. He clenches his fists and tries to regain his self control, all maintaining a stoic demeanor.

"Johnny," your voice is full of sincere gratitude.

"It's true. I can't imagine why you'd want to waste your time with someone like me." Johnny finishes his whiskey and glances out the window. He's torn between wanting to leave and feel the safety of solitude and the other part of him wants to take you in his arms and kiss you...Then make love to you. He wants to feel your body trembling against his while he brings you pleasure. When he visualizes having you in an intimate setting, he becomes overwhelmingly aroused; he also experiences a strong sense of shame for seeing you in such an intimate setting.

Johnny stands up and barely manages to release the words:

I should go...

You stand in front of the Shakespearean quoting gunfighter. You're no stranger to adversity and as a proud Confederate, you saw your world sink to its knees and everything your family built dissolved in just a matter of hours when those dirty Yankees plowed through the villages.

Your eyes lock with Johnny's and the two of you move close. Johnny Ringo pulls you close and lifts your chin. He slowly and smoothly with the overwhelming touch of a gentleman kisses you.

You wrap your arms around him the two of you fall into a sweet embrace. Johnny sees a million stars while kissing you!

For the first time in what seems like forever, Johnny Ringo feels a peace wash over him; the dam that blocked his heart breaking down from your genuine love for him. When the two of you pull away, his eyes lock with yours.

"You're something else, you know that?" His soft voice flows through your welcoming ears.

An overwhelming sensation floods your soul and you find it difficult to speak. "Johnny," you whisper.

Johnny says your name while he removes a strand of hair away from your face.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he says softly, kissing your forehead.

"I think I should head back before Curly Bill's crew starts wondering," he says with longing in his voice.

"Please don't go," you plead.

Johnny sighs, feeling his manliness throbbing. All he wants to do is make love to you, but he's torn. His tendencies to value women creeps in and he refuses to treat you like a chippie or a prostitute. He would like to plan a special encounter with you that includes the respect you so richly deserve.

Johnny looks down at you.

"I promise I'll be back." He says firmly. "And," he begins, holding his hat in his hands. "If you see me on the street, you don't need to talk to me...I wouldn't want anyone thinking anything about you that isn't true." He looks down in shame. For you to remain discreet because of him causes him great discomfort.

"I'll be very proud to speak to you," you answer.

Johnny blinks, not believing your words...He stands and looks at you.

"You would?" He asks.

"Of course I would!" You respond with that smile he loves!

[cowboys-of-tombstone]

Good morning! So I uploaded the story to my page. It's posted as a link to DeviantArt. I'm still editing but sharing as I go!

Your opinion is the one I'm most interested in.

Thank you!

🌸 Sophia

Aw, that's very kind of you. I will get to it when I get the chance. ^^

But I noticed that you hadn't put hashtags, if I could make a suggestion, add as many relevant tags as you can so that others can find, read and appreciate your work as well. Some hashtags like #Curly Bill #John Behan #cowboys #romance #fanfiction #tombstone 1993, and so on.

I wish you luck! 🧡

[darkangelz87]

Different Perspectives

A Autistic Sherlock and eventually Queerplatonic Johnlock fanfiction. Read if you want. ^^

                                     Seeing from Different Perspectives

                                                                                                                           Chapter One

 Autism.

: a mental condition, present from early childhood, characterized by difficulty in communicating and forming relationships with other people and in using language and abstract concepts.

Vague snapping of fingers, twirling, chewing on pencil erasers, sleeves and hands, bright lights, colors, sounds, texture of food and clothing, comforting or abrasive, touch, unwelcome and hurtful, eye contact, nope, thoughts merging and turning into screams… “STOP!”

Sherlock froze, shocked at the sound of his own voice ringing in his ears as he still was pulling at his curly hair, his eyes growing watery with unshed and unwanted tears as he stared straight ahead which happened to be right above a crowd of milling people in a shopping mall and dear lord, no, John was here. He didn’t want John to see this!

John Watson stopped what he was doing which was interrogating a passerby and he immediately strode over to him where he was sitting on a bench, the army doctor mask coming over his face as he leaned down, trying to catch his eye sight, “Hey! Sherlock! You okay? What’s wrong?”

Sherlock frowned, an eyebrow twitching.

Okay… I should probably start from the beginning.

I was diagnosed with Autism as a child and that combined with my brilliant mind and swift calculations was an astounding combination.

I saw it as a gift, my brain but I learned from other people especially my family and fellow childhood students that it wasn’t such a brilliant thing.

I remember enjoying and getting lost in the rays of sunlight through dust motes and how my pleasure points of my brain lit up with joy as I spent hours running my hands through the magical streams. I tried to show it to my family and got scolded for spending hours loafing when I should be studying.

My first special interest and happens to still be a dear interest of mine before studying murders, literature and violin was the wonder of bees. I fell in love with them after I saw my first bumble bee. One landed on a flower near me as I sat studying on a hill near our old house and when my eyes strayed to it, I felt something in me stir with silent wonder at its tiny fuzzy body and its low almost soothing buzzing. I watched it, enthralled until it flew away, and I rushed into the house, went to the family computer and quickly searched ‘Bees’.

I began to draw hundreds of bees, reading and studying everything about them and catching them, putting them in jars and letting them go after a while. The thing that blew my young mind and made me admire the little insects even more is, scientifically, the bumble bee’s wings should be too small for it to fly. Amazing little creatures that no one ever took notice of.

My bees ‘obsession’ was dismissed as a childish phase.

Flapping my hands when I was happy was discouraged ‘It was embarrassing’, twirling was considered dangerous to myself, to everyone around me and to the breakable objects within reach, when I was quiet and wanted to listen to Bach with my headphones on instead of struggling to push words out of my mouth I was considered uppity and snobbish.

Everything I did was wrong, so I started to formulate a blockade around me, my emotions and my autistic side was pushed down and restrained so I turned myself over to my mind and my calculating abilities and enhanced those qualities about myself instead and silently reveled in the praise it brought me from my family and the school faculty.

It didn’t help me with people though, they were a foreign entity and I didn’t want them to get too close to me because if they found out all about me they would surely go away, and I didn’t want the trouble, the headache and pain of relationships. And having girlfriends or boyfriends was out of the question. Sally Reed from high school tried to kiss me and I punched her for touching my tongue with hers and all the boys wanted to do with me was they hit me and taunted me for being smarter than them. I can’t help it if I knew the formula for pi in 4th grade, I naturally excelled at mathematics.

Later, I found my calling in being a consulting detective for Inspector Lestrade, it fully utilized my brain in a healthy way (drugs got my pent-up emotions and energy out when I was high, and I didn’t care about keeping up facades when I was stoned) and I could get along with Inspector Lestrade (Even if some of his group are complete idiots). I eventually found a promising flat with an acquaintance I knew from an old case, Mrs. Hudson. The only problem which was a big problem considering my sometimes-low funds (I refuse to ask Mycroft for anything if I can help it!) was I needed a flat mate to help me with the rent.

In walks John Watson.

I admit, at first, I was only interested in Watson because of his ability to pay some of the bills and to furnish half of the rent but then it turned to something else when he really listened to my deductions with almost a form of awe and a word whispered in complete reverence like: ‘Marvelous!’, ‘Brilliant!’, ‘Fantastic!’, the list went on and to top it all, he killed a man for me.

I haven’t known him for very long but what I do know of Watson, he intrigues me, and no one has ever intrigued me before. I wanted to keep him thinking that I was this intellectual genius, so I hid my disability from him with care the last couple of months that we have lived together.

Well, seems like the proverbial cat is out of the bag.

I didn’t want to go to a mall to talk to a jeweler that had been robbed from, it was a category 3 at least, not worth my interest but Watson had shown interest in it and he said it would be nice to hang out together, that it would be a casual time out together.

Uhuh… I should’ve went with my instinct and said, most definitely no!

It was an onslaught on my senses ever since we entered the doors. Screaming kids, chattering, giggling girls and boisterous laughter assaulted my ears, fluorescent lights glared in my eyes making my head pound with intense pain and people getting too close for comfort sometimes made my skin crawl and unpleasantly itch all over.

By the time I was clawing at my hair and screaming for everything to “STOP!” I knew my cover was blown.

I didn’t dare to look up when John asked what was wrong, but I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes tightly shut, trying to shut out the imminent look of pity that would surely be coming from Watson.

What I didn’t expect was gentle, steady hands on both sides of my face.

My eyes flew open in shock and I blinked unexpectedly at the change of brightness as I slowly registered that John had just slipped a pair of sunglasses over my eyes.

I blinked up at John and he just smiled, a little smile that he shows sometimes when he is reading the paper, writing in his blog, or drinking an extra especially good cup of hot tea and he walked back to the jeweler, continuing to ask him questions.

I was dumbstruck.

I composed myself and quietly felt around in my faculties, testing myself to see if my senses had calmed down somewhat and found to my surprise that just dimming the lights had made the sounds more bearable and my pounding headache melted down to a tremor of pain. Note to self: Start carrying sunshades in coat pocket.

John walked back to me and I cocked my head to one side, looking up at him with a question on my face, he answered the quiet question, “Nothing that the police can’t solve by themselves.” I growled in annoyance, rolling my eyes, “Like I said, clearly a category 3, nothing of interest.” John grinned, shrugging, “Ah, oh well. It was worth getting out of the flat for a bit huh?” I snorted, looking away, “I’d rather dissect a skunk than be around these swaggering, giggling bags of testosterone and hormones.” John laughed, making me turn my eyes on him, really looking at him and seeing him, I quirked an eyebrow quizzically at this seemingly normal man and I smirked.

John Watson was anything but normal.

 Author’s note: This chapter is insanely short and kinda pointless lol but I just wanted to start this story with something sooo here it is! I’ve been wanting to write this for a very long time and I’m starting it! I’m excited! :) I will be using my own Autistic experiences in the story (Using sunglasses does help dim down sensory issues for me. I wear them in public a lot.). I hope to be able to kinda write and put together a guideline for the next chapter so it won’t be so short and kind of random and I am debating just keeping the story in Sherlock’s pov and not switching back and forth like I am prone to do.

But yeah, this story is about Autistic Sherlock and how he tries to act neurotypical and generally succeeds until John Watson comes in the picture and figures things out and the big thing is, John doesn’t care that Sherlock is Autistic and it may possibly be one of the things that he loves about him. 😊

Yes, there will be queerplatonic Johnlock a lot later in the story cause it’s a slow burn, very sloooow but cutesy fluffy slow burn.

Hope you guys like it and feedback is appreciated! 😊  

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Short Story:

Whispers of Curly Bill's Devotion

🩵Curly Bill has a crush on the reader and believes she is out of his reach and sees him as nothing more than an old rustler who does nothing more simply amuse her.

🩵But....When the reader enters a saloon and sees two prostitutes sitting on Curly's lap, the old cowboy comes to realize how much she really cares.🩵

The afternoon sun settles on the Palo Verde trees that frame the town of Tombstone. A gentle spring breeze makes its way through the area, spreading the warm aroma of a new season.

The people of Tombstone move about tending to their business. Some went to the hotel for breakfast while others dined at the restaurant. Women carried baskets of eggs to sell to the mercantile and other folks went into town to sell other items such as freshly caught fish, homemade tortillas, flowers and handmade items such as vases and baskets.

Curly Bill sees you across the street and sees you talking with friends and looking beautiful.

He wants to approach you, but feels a little awkward as he understands you're a woman of substance and you show the old cowboy kindness because that's part of your personality. You display kindness to all the Cowboys, asking how they're doing and your concern is always welcome and very appreciated. You simply don't care what others think. Curly amuses you and he's grateful that he can at least do that.

Before Curly can get close to you, you retreat with some ladies and he with a painful heart watches you disappear with your companions.

The following day when you're enjoying the amenities of the town, you bump into none other than Curly Bill. Although the old cowboy would love a chance to court you, he understands you're more than likely out of his reach. And like forbidden fruit, he needs to have you now that he feels he can't have you.

Curly feels a sense of defeat, but also one of realization; he's never going to be good enough to court you and you probably find him funny and familar and enjoy his practical jokes and big personality. But Curly Bill knows it cannot be anything more than that. He knows he amuses you and has decided he can be acquainted with you, but he's clearly not going to win your heart.

Curly thinks about you and how out of his reach you are and curses under his breath. He was making a fool out of himself over you and hasn't secured your courtship. He comes to the conclusion that he is nothing more to you than just a jovial cowboy who can make you laugh every once in a while.

However, he's about to be proven wrong...

Curly is enjoying his ill-gotten gains on a few whores who laugh at everything the old rustler says and they also pretend to understand what he's saying and take turns marveling over his stories. Curly hates their insincere banter and wishes their words were sincere. Curly takes it in stride and resolves that at least there's a lady listening. Curly experiences intolerable loneliness like everyone else in the Wild West and will pay handsomely for some lady comfort. An insincere woman is better than none at all. He understands what they're doing; they just want Curly to throw money their way and they'll do and say anything to get it. It's while they're sitting near him that everything changes.

You walk into the room just as one of the whores gets up off Curly's lap. You enter with a smile on your face that suddenly dies when you see a whore on Curly's lap. She's cupping his face and grabbing the dough he throws on the table. She stuffs the money in her bra and continues giving the old rustler insincere compliments.

You enter the saloon and you don't see Curly immediately. Another girl lays on his lap while he throws a few bills on the table. As soon as the girls see the money, they begin laughing at every joke Curly makes.

"Well, YN!" Tom McClaury announces. "Just in time! You can sit on Curly's lap!'

You look over at Curly Bill, who has a ramera practically wrapped around him. Curly Bill taps his free leg and motions for you to come sit. "I got one free leg!" Curly Bill shouts in his drunkenness, his ability to control himself is diminished and with the room spinning from the rot gut he's been drinking, his head spins with drunken confusion.

You look over at Curly, who seems suddenly taken aback by your coldness towards him. Your large eyes grow wide with a sadness Curly has never seen on your face. You close your eyes and tears fall while you turn away so he can't see your reaction. But before you turn, Curly sees those tears and it rips his heart. He suddenly feels disgusted with himself and with the saloon girls, insincerely vying for his attention...And money.

"Awww, come on now! It don't mean nothin'!" Frank Stillwell declares. "Don't go gettin' your dander up!"

You slowly shake your head while staring at the floor. You care for Curly Bill and desire more than just a casual acquaintance. And all this time, he assumed your kindness stemmed from your upbringing and that you do not hold a space for contempt for anyone. You seem to treat others in the way they treat you. And everyone in town seems smitten with your sweet smile and friendly disposition.

"No thank you," you answer, pain in your voice. At this moment, Curly realizes your feelings for him.

"Aww! Come on, sweet pea !" McClaury shouts. "Curly's got enough room in his lap for you!"

You turn and see Curly, the smile gone from his face with the realization that you do care for him and do not see him in the same way these whores do. His heart sinks and although intoxicated, he's sober enough to know he's really hurt you. He didn't entertain ideas about you being interested in him enough to let him court you. Curly felt nothing would ever blossom between the two of you because you come from a family of substance and his background is chaotic and wild.

Now he sits, drunk and confused, his arms at his sides, no longer interested in holding the prostitute counting the money he threw at her.

"Come on, Curly!" The girl says, trying to pull his face away from you. "She can't give you what I can!" Curly looks at her with disgust and she quickly gets up. Curly Bill would never cause harm to any woman whether a whore or a woman of substance, but feels tempted to curse her.

Curly stands and his head moves in an imbalanced rhythm caused by the whiskey and the look on your face and the tears that he cannot believe he caused. He staggers to his feet and moves closer to you and tries to put his arm around you in an attempt to let you know he understands. He goes to kiss you and his confidence is shattered when the whiskey on his breath infiltrates your nostrils along with the stink of horses. You turn away and he can feel his face grow red.

"Stop it, Curly. You're drunk!" You shout, your voice cracking. You move past the big rustler who looks around at his gang who stares, not knowing what to say. The whore sees the madness in Curly's eyes and quickly leaves.

"What are y'all lookin' at?!" Curly growls loudly. He heads to the bar and takes a swing of whiskey directly from the bottle. He turns to face his cowboys who look at each other not sure what to make of Curly's sudden rage over you.

"I don't need her! I don't need nothing or nobody!" Curly slurs. "Hell! She was just messin' with my head anyhow. I don't need her! A fellow needs a woman who can take a little funnin' and havin' no sense of humor! She don't mean nothin' to me anyhow!" Curly pours booze into a shot glass, downs it and pours another, feeling disgusted by his own embarrassment and shame. But he continues spewing out his anger.

"Hell! I don't want no woman who can't handle some funnin'! I don't care about her neither and I never really cared. I don't need anything!" Curly staggers drunkenly to the table where Barnes and Stillwell are sitting. The two cowboys glance at one another and Stillwell gives Ringo an inquisitive look. Ringo shrugs.

Ringo, who witnessed the entire event was the only cowboy willing to say anything.

"She's not a whore, Bill. You didn't know that?" Ringo shakes his head while looking at the floor, his arms folded across his chest, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "She's a lovely lady who happens to care about you."

Curly stares indignantly at Ringo and takes another sip of whiskey. He removes his hat and takes a bow before Johnny.

"Well, ain't that mighty fine, Juanito. I don't need her and I don't need nobody! She don't care about me anyhow! You think you're better than me, don't you? You always thought you was better than all us boys, readin' damn books and showing off quotin' everything from Willy to the damn Bible. Sides, you don't know nothin'! Nobody spoils the fun for old Curly Bill Brocious! Specially some self righteous lady who don't mean nothin' to me! Hell, I don't even care I ever see her again!" Curly Bill can't think clearly and his head begins to pound from too much drinking. He growls and keeps sucking back shots.

Ringo glares at Curly, not believing how angry the old cowboy is. Ringo knows Curly is crazy about you and deeply hurt and confused. Curly Bill had no idea you liked him; he just assumed you treated him with kindness because it seemed your natural tendency. Curly Bill feels like a fool.

An old fool.

"I think she's right. You're drunk." Ringo responds.

"Well, I don't care. I've seen you throw back more whiskey than anyone. So you wanna go and ruin all my fun too? Maybe you two should go on together!"

"Curly Bill." Ringo clears his throat.

"A lady like her is special and maybe so much so she's once in a lifetime."

Curly continues drinking. He shoots a glance at Johnny. "That more Willy Shakespeare?"

Ringo stands, a frustrated look in his eyes.

"You're a damn fool, Curly."

"I'd be a damn fool iffin' I let some woman spoil my good time. I don't care what she thinks! She ain't nothin'! She don't mean a thing to me! Isn't that right boys?" Curly barks. "A real man ain't gonna let some woman tell him what to do!"

"All women ever brought me was misery anyhow!"

Some of his drunken cowboys cheer and whistle while others observe their boss, losing his mind over a woman and declaring his freedom from her.

"I've had enough," Ringo says, looking directly at Curly.

"Well, then you can go find YN and tell her old Curly don't need her!"

Ringo leaves through the batwings. Curly staggers drunkenly to the exit, wanting to finish his conversation with Ringo, who is walking across the street with his signature gait. Curly hears the sounds of sobbing and turns his head. He sees you, leaning on a tall lamp post, your face buried in her arms, tears streaming down your face.

Curly stumbles backwards, almost losing his balance and falling. He can't believe the site before him and he regrets everything he said about not needing you. He needs you like he needs air to breathe, but he's too much of a horse's ass to admit it. The sounds of your sobbing cause him to grow fearful and then angry. He would delight in comforting you, but cannot because his actions caused you to fall into this state of sadness. Curly feels his heart sink with fear and that fear grows into rage. He suddenly fears you may have heard everything he said.

Who needs women! All they do is cause a man a damn affliction!

He watches you for a few moments and then heads back to the saloon that's becoming increasingly crowded. The sound of your crying floods his ears and drowns out the noise of the bar. He can't shake the sight of you standing there, clearly heartbroken and confused. He wonders for a moment why you never made your interests known.

Because women play games! He screams in his mind.

The Hawkins boys walk in, four men in their thirties. Slim, the oldest was sporting one pistol with a tied down holster. He was the most attractive of the four, standing just over six feet with steel blue eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache. He seems almost regal, although a seasoned outlaw. His brother, Bob was shorter with a stout and strong body. He carried two pistols and was known for never using a shot gun that wasn't sawed off. Then Martin, the tallest and biggest, known for his ability to break broncs, looks around with dark eyes and his face is adorned with a full beard. A cigarette hangs from his mouth. The fourth brother, Angus, who hardly ever spoke stood just under six feet and had a wide face with a beard that always looked untrimmed, follows his brothers to the bar.

"Howdy, boys!" Curly announces. "First round is on old Curly!"

The Hawkins boys shout while the bar dog keeps the whiskey and beer flowing in the place which is starting to fill up with thirsty patrons.

"Hey, boys! We don't need women who take our funnin' away, do we?" Curly laughs through his broken heart.

"Hell no! We do just fine with them sportin' ladies!" Martin Hawkins agrees.

After a time of drinking up the place and playing poker with the Hawkins boys, Curly returns to the camp to sleep. He curses under his breath due to his head pounding and the cold, hard ground he's forced to sleep on. He envisions your soft, voluptuous body wrapped around him and a feeling of warmth and safety. He quickly dismisses it, falling into a drunken sleep. In his dreams, he can see you crying, your face buried in your arms. He can hear you whisper, "Curly Bill...hold me. Just hold me."

He wipes your tears and then awakens to the sound of the Clanton's shouting and shooting at empty whiskey bottles.

Curly cannot recall a time when he felt worse. He stumbles to his feet and notices he forgot to take his boots off before going to sleep. After getting coffee and chuck, he sits and removes his boots, rubbing his toes which ache from being cramped in his boots for so long. The stink of horse shit, tobacco smoke and horrific body odor permeates Curly's nose and he feels like vomiting, but is able to keep it down. He finishes his breakfast and looks around for Ringo, knowing the younger cowboy was right; Curly was drunk and made a fool out of himself.

Ringo knows Curly made a huge mistake and he also understands that the old cowboy really didn't know about your feelings for him. You kept it to yourself that confused Curly. Ringo gets that his friend was probably shocked when he realized your desires for him. Curly told Ringo at one point, "she's mighty fine and pretty. Any fellow would be damn lucky to have her. But she's a lovely lady I don't think she wants to be around cowboys who stink all the time. Hell, sometimes I can't stand the smell of them boys! She deserves better than me anyhow. I know she don't like me the way I like her."

Curly meant nothing he said last night and begins to regret not simply going after you. Perhaps he could have gotten you to change your mind about him. If he just left, he may have been able to be the one to comfort you. But he stayed and ran his big mouth, which is something the rustler is known to do. He told everyone listening that he didn't care about you when nothing could be further from the truth. He feels like a fool for not defending his feelings and admitting how his heart wants you, but he was too drunk and proud. And now how would he be able to court you after declaring he didn't need or even want you?

Curly Bill mounts his horse and heads into town for more partying and poker. The stable kid takes Curly's horse and leads it to the livery while Curly walks through town, hoping it would cheer him up. He felt like a dog without a pack and the soft drizzle didn't make him feel any better.

And then he sees you... You're exiting the mercantile, holding a basket covered in a towel. You stop walking and run your hand through your unbound hair, appearing more lovely and beautiful than ever. You look over and see Curly Bill. He starts removing his hat, but you turn and continue walking in the opposite direction. Now that he feels he can no longer have you, being with you is all he cares about. He decides to go to the restaurant for a slice of cake and a cup of coffee. Something, anything to get his spirits up. While he eats his cake and sips his coffee, one of the dishwashers, Four Fingered Jake, comes over to collect some dishes left on the tables from previous patrons and looks at Curly.

"Feeling alright, Jack?" Four Fingered Jake, who lost a pinky during a handkerchief duel a few years ago, called every cowboy Jack as in "jackeroo," and sometimes it just annoyed old Curly.

"Fine. Everything is just fine," Curly lies, focusing on his cake. He looks out the window and hopes to see you again; not to talk, but just to see you. He can't shake the sight of you crying or the sound of your sobs. He takes his last bite and downs his coffee.

"Well! You surely look afflicted by something," Jake stands by Curly's table, his arms full of dirty dishes.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Curly groans.

"Sure thing, mood you're in right now."

"Hold on a minute," Curly begins. "Hey, you ever been in love, Jake?" Curly asks, not looking up from his coffee.

"Hell! How you think I lost my pinky? Defending a lovely lady! Oh boy was she sweet! Worth it. I done lost that duel, but she was such a good woman, she stayed by me anyways. Even wanted to give up everything just to build a life with me. Imagine that!"

"What happened?" Curly growls.

"The Pox got a hold of her." Jake stands, shaking his head. "Why you asking, jack?"

Curly looks up at Jake and then back at his coffee cup. "Nothin', no matter."

Curly leaves some money on the table and leaves the restaurant. The drizzle began to subside and the sun began peeking out from behind the jagged looking clouds that lazily move across the Tombstone sky.

While walking through town, he feels he has lost everything. Although he still has his rustling enterprise and his cowboy companions, he can't shake the fact that all along, you desired him. If you wanted him before, doesn't that mean you still care? His heart begins to burn with a small ember of hope. All he wants to do is make you happy.

You return to your small one bedroom cottage that resides about a ten minute walk from town. The drizzle causes moisture in your hair and you grab a small towel and wipe your damp head with it. You toss the towel aside and begin putting your items away. Curly's face enters your mind and a sharp pulling comes from inside you, almost knocking you over. You recall the content look on his face when the whore sat happily on his lap. The way he expected you to sit on his lap like you were some calico queen. You care for him so much, but always felt he showed you sweetness because of his chivalrous cowboy code. You feel Curly isn't the settling down type so you simply resigned to just enjoying his company whenever you could. So often, you wanted to share with the old cowboy how much you care for him, but you feared he would discourage your feelings; telling you not to waste your time with such a nomadic fellow. You couldn't bear to hear his rejection so you followed his lead. You just never expected to see him indulging in the company of prostitutes and it solidified the fact that he doesn't want you because he probably feels your life couldn't provide the excitement he seemed to want. You felt as though you couldn't provide for him the daring and adventurous lifestyle that seemed to embrace Curly's life and you often felt you may prove to be dull and boring for the old rustler.

You know how you feel, but the mystery of Curly's feelings about you spin around in your mind. You believe in his drunkenness that he tried to overtake you and have his way with you only to toss you aside. You didn't realize he was trying to console you. Tears fall from your eyes again and you fall to the ground, holding your knees against your chest.

He never cared about me.

I should have known!

There's no way I could ever make him happy anyway!

It was right of me to assume someone like Curly Bill could ever care about anyone but himself!

You would like to fall into his arms, but you feel he would turn you away.

He needs a woman who can satisfy him and I can't! I'm boring and have nothing to offer such an adventurous and natural man.

You continue sobbing, your face buried in your knees. If you could be bold and daring, maybe Curly would want you. But you cannot become someone you're not...

You begin to feel you lost any chance with Curly Bill. You recall how he slapped his thigh and expected you to sit like a lady of the line and you never felt more exploited in your life. You wanted Curly Bill to treat you like a treasure and instead, he treated you like a nanny, just wanting you for the moment. He would use you and then toss you away and the only difference between you and the chippies is that you didn't charge the old cowboy.

You wipe your tears and take a deep breath. Your attention goes towards the front door as if you're waiting for it to open. You blow your nose and run your hands through your hair.

The door slowly opens and you move slowly, a rolling pin in your hand, waiting to bash the unsuspecting thug.

When the door is fully opened and there's no one there, you blow the breath out of your lungs and lean against the wall, your head looking up. You replace the rolling pin and decide to make yourself some tea.

While sipping your tea, you wonder what Curly Bill is doing at the same moment. You smile to yourself. Then the memory of his face when he slapped his thigh and motioned for you to sit.

Like I'm a dog!

You shake your head and decide to do some gardening after you finish your tea. The last thing you want to do is venture into town. Your fear of running into Curly Bill scares you.

He just wants one thing and once I give it to him, I'm nothing but a whore to him! I will never let him lay a hand on me!

You cry these thoughts in your mind.

You begin by pulling the weeds out of your fruit and vegetable garden; you've planted carrots, peppers, potatoes, eggplant and tomatoes. You also planted basil, green beans and peas. While harvesting your small crop, you decide to make a soup. You'll be able to stretch it into at least five days worth of meals. You also think about making some dumplings or biscuits and then make the choice to invite a friend or two over to enjoy your freshly made soup. You delight in growing your own food and you really love creating delectable dishes you can share with others. You smile to yourself and feel good that you're not consumed with thoughts about Curly Bill. Maybe you'll be over him soon.

After washing and chopping your freshly picked delights, you feel it would taste better if you made it with already prepared vegetable stock. You clean yourself up, put some color on your lips, brush your hair and get your shopping basket. You slowly walk into town, touching some of the flowers and taking in the fresh air. You witness dandelion fuzz and small butterflies flitter through the air in a peaceful and whimsical nature dance. You smile and enjoy the moment, taking deep breaths of fresh air.

When the sounds of town begin to rise into your ears, you welcome the social scene performing before you.

The mercantile owner, Mr. Wilks, tips his hat while taking a break from sweeping the front porch.

"Good afternoon to you, YN," He says and then continues sweeping while you enter the store.

Mrs. Wilks wipes her small hands on her apron and climbs down from the step stool she was standing on while cleaning some shelves.

"Well, hello, YN! How nice to see you." The little woman scurries towards you with her small, mouse-like shaped body. "What can I get for you?"

"Oh, just some stock if you have any." You answer.

"Oh, of course!" The older lady responds. "Stock and broth. You're just in time too! The Simms just dropped off stock and bone broth. In fact, it's still hot!" The little old lady hugs you. "Oh, darling! I sure hope you're alright!"

You shrug. "Yeah, well I'm doing alright, I guess."

"I've seen you talkin' with that there Curly Bill Brocious and I'm here to tell you he ain't nothin' but trouble. Don't go wasting your time on some worthless cowboy!" The shopkeeper puts your items in your basket and you look at the floor, your heart broken and your head spinning. Nobody ever seemed to miss an opportunity to inform you of how you are wasting your time with Curly Bill. You really like the old cowboy; you love his smile, his deep voice, his willingness to protect you and how his hair curled around his forehead and oh!

You catch your breath and give the lady what you owe for your items.

"Don't forget what I said, love."

You look out the window and see Curly Bill on the other side of the street talking with a few cowboys. You stare out the window and wonder what the conversation consists of. Curly frowns while talking with Johnny Ringo and Pete Stillwell. You can see Curly take his hat off and continue gloating over something. Your trance becomes interrupted, "Don't forget, I said, dear."

You suddenly snap back into what you were doing. You clear your throat and pick up your basket. You nod at the shop keeper. "Of course," you whisper. "Oh, um...where do you keep the apples and pears? I just forgot I needed some." You hold your basket while keeping your head down.

"Oh, yes. Just down that hall and down the steps." The old lady motions towards the way.

Just as you're walking down the steps, Curly enters through the cellar door located on the other side of the house. He was hoping to swipe some fruit. When he sees you close the door behind you, he sneaks around and after You've gathered your fruit, you turn and see him standing before you. You gasp, completely surprised.

"YN," he swoons.

You try to move past him and open the door, but Curly blocks your way with his arm. The fear in your eyes causes Curly to grow weary with guilt, but he's not letting you leave until you allow him to at least apologize.

"Curly Bill," you whisper. "Please let me go. Please."

Curly continues blocking the door for another moment and then steps aside, allowing you to decide whether or not you're willing to talk to him. Your eyes look up at the cowboy and then you turn away. Curly wants to hold you, but when he moves towards you, you pull away.

"Please, YN," Curly begins. "Please give me a chance to tell you I'm sorry."

You nod your head, still convinced the old rustler just wants one thing and only wants to save face for his cowboys.

"Ok," you whisper. You quickly move past him and he watches you quickly leave.

The Hawkins boys see you coming and whistle as you pass and it infuriates Curly who is in no mood to fight.

Later that day, while you're cooking your soup, the door opens again. You go to close it and Martin Hawkins kicks it open. He enters your house with the other Hawkins. "Well, so here's where you live!"

"Who are you?" You ask, your voice shaking.

"I'm Martin Hawkins and these here are my brothers." The other boys tip their hats to you. Angus takes a fresh apple and bites into it and then winks at you.

"What do you want?" You implore.

The boys look at each other and then you. Martin and Bob move closer to you. Bob quickly holds your wrists and Martin takes a small piece of rope and binds your hands together.

"Please!" You beg. "Please! What do you want!?"

"You."

Your mouth falls open and you struggle to get away, but the men are big and burly and you're easily overpowered. They bring you outside and Martin pulls you up on his horse and they ride out.

The Hawkins boys bring you to their shack.

"So, old Curly thinks he can cheat us, huh?" Slim asks when the boys throw you onto the floor, your wrists still tied.

"Who are you?" You beg.

"I believe we already introduced ourselves. Curly owes us and what better way to get him to pay up than to take what matters?" Slim lights up a cigarette. He motions for Angus to retrieve something and the younger brother brings out a camera.

"You got it wrong. Curly doesn't care about me! I know that so you're wasting your time if you think he'll care!"

All four Hawkins boys laugh.

"That's not what he said when he was so drunk, he could hardly find the door. And he was still sober enough to cheat." Martin Hawkins scoffs.

You lower your head. *It can't be. He thinks I'm nothing but a..." You begin to sob uncontrollably.

Slim recalls Curly from the night before:

"You know something, boys? Even old Willy Shakespeare couldn't write about her with the right words cuz there ain't no one like YN!" He slaps his cards on the table and calls for three cards. "If you ever wanna see an angel, just look at her, boys! And I've gone done it like a damn fool!"

Curly doesn't care who's listening, he's usually running his mouth. The Hawkins boys share glances while playing.

"I lost her and now....well I may never get her back! Aw hell! I don't deserve her anyhow! I just kept makin' a damn fool of myself, thinkin' she didn't care none and then I saw her so sad and well, shit!" He takes a shot of whiskey.

The Hawkins boys didn't say much. They were amused watching the big gunfighter squirm from his broken heart. They continued letting Curly talk.

"You boys wouldn't understand anyhow cuz you never met an angel like that! And you never will neither!"

"Sounds like you're in love, Curly!" Bob Hawkins scoffs, a cigarette hanging from his wide mouth.

"Yeah, well I guess I am, boys! You're sayin' I shouldn't? You ever see her, you'll be in love too!"

***You swallow hard and cannot believe what you're hearing. All this time you and Curly both misunderstood

"Tie her up to the post,"Martin says, focusing on his cigarette. "We'll get a nice little picture for our friend, Curly Bill Brocious."

Too scared to speak and too outnumbered to escape, you are quickly overpowered by the boys who tie your arms up onto the post and then wrap rope around your legs to keep you still. Tears flow from your eyes.

"Awww, don't cry none. It's Curly Bill we really want," Martin says, touching your face. You try to turn away and they all chuckle.

"Now, see Bob there is gonna take your picture so we can show Curly."

"Please don't hurt Curly," you cry.

"You ain't concerned for yourself?" Slim asks, taking his last drag of his cigarette. "Make sure it's tight. I don't want her getting away."

"Oh, it's tight. She ain't going nowhere," Martin answers while Bob gets the camera ready.

"Smile, princess. This is for Curly Bill. Now, look at the camera," Slim barks.

You look into the lens and the flash causes you to flinch.

When the picture is ready, Slim rides out to town, the picture in a large, sealed envelope.

"Hey, deputy!" Slim calls for Billy Breckenridge.

"Howdy, Slim," Billy says.

"You know where Curly Bill is?"

"I think he's back at camp. He said something about having to brand some cows "

"Take this to him and don't open it. It's for him, you hear?"

Breckenridge takes the envelope and rides out to the cowboy camp. Curly is drowning his sorrows with rot gut while the Clanton's are branding a small calf.

"Curly! Something for you! From the Hawkins!" Breckenridge brings the envelope to Curly who opens it.

And falls to his knees. He bites his hand to maintain his control. He stares intensely into the photograph and the image of you tied up like that will be etched in his mind forever. Curly resolves to save you. He doesn't care if he never sees you again; he'll do anything. His rage grows into mind numbing fury, but he knows he needs to plan very carefully.

Ringo comes over and Curly Bill hands him the photograph. Ringo's eyes grow narrow and his lips begin trembling. He balls his hand into a tight fist. He returns the picture, not wanting to look at it.

Ringo begins thinking up a plan to rescue you. He knows the shack that the Hawkins have been staying at and it sits behind a grove of large trees. As a seasoned guerilla raider, Ringo starts thinking who will go along and how they will position themselves.

"We're with you, Curly," Ringo whispers. "We gotta wait. They're planning on us busting the door down. Indian Charlie and Pete Spence and Stillwell are gonna go out first and hide in the brush."

Curly Bill, too angry to speak, simply nods his head, knowing Ringo is the best one to plan this.

"I can't stand the thought of those damn thugs alone with her and her tied up like that. Shit, Johnny!"

"Curly, I don't think that's what they're after. Not long. Not too long. Me and the Youngers did guerilla raids over a dozen times. We gotta make sure everyone of us has at least three pistols. We can easily fire off sixty or seventy shots in less than a minute."

Keep going," Curly growls.

"We wait for one of those sons of bitches to come out. They can't hold onto their shit forever. They may even go two at a time."

"When do we ride?" Curly asks.

"Let the others go first. We'll follow, two boys at a time. Real slow, Curly. They're waiting for us right now, expecting an ambush and they're prepared for that. But I know the Hawkins and they're not guerillas."

Curly nodded. He watches Spence, Stillwell and Indian Charlie ride out. They secure their horses about 50 feet from the shack and crawl on their bellies to the trees and hide carefully. They have three pistols each and Stillwell has a sawed off shotgun.

Curly Bill and Ringo ride out together. They, like their fellow gang members scout the area carefully. They catch up with Indian Charlie and the others. While riding out, Curly tells Ringo:

"You're right, Johnny. I'm a damn fool! I had no idea YN felt that way about me. Hell! A man like me havin' a beauty like that goin' on and havin' them kind of feelings. She's so damn special and cute and hell, Johnny, what would you think?"

Ringo pulls the reigns in for a moment. He looks at Curly Bill, who is waiting for an answer.

"Curly Bill, you're right. I would have reservations about her too. Not that I wouldn't want her, but to make a damn fool of myself and then find out she was just being pleasant, well, I would feel awful." Ringo shakes his head, imagining what that would be like.

"It's a damn curse, Ringo. You find the woman of your dreams and know damn well she's out of reach cuz she don't care too much. Then you find out she cares a whole lot." Curly fights the tears forming in his eyes as he recalls that damn photograph of you. "That's what makes this whole thing so damn miserable. I swear right now I'll do anything to make her happy iffin' she gives me a chance and iffin' she don't, at least I saved her."

"Either way, you'll be a hero, Bill," Johnny claims, not looking at Curly.

"Yeah. But I won't care iffin' I can't be with YN."

Ringo and Curly secured their horses and crawled towards the trees where the others were waiting.

""None of em have come out to shit yet," Stillwell remarks. "What the hell are them boys waiting for?"

"They can't hold on to it forever." Ringo says, no expression in his voice.

"Are we ready?" Curly growls.

"We're ready, but damn that shithouse is ripe!" Spence adds.

Ringo recites sonnets in his mind while the others hold their pistols. They are the door open and like Ringo predicted, two of the Hawkins boys came out.

"Damn, he ain't heeled," Stillwell declares.

"Real slow, boys," Curly whispers.

Once the Hawkins boys are in the shit house, Ringo and Curly go close, almost holding their noses because of the stink.

Curly opens one of the doors and Bob Hawkins looks up in shock. "No! No! No!" He shouts before Curly fills him full of lead. Ringo does the same to Angus, who also pleads for his life.

"You never should've messed with her," Ringo remarks before killing Angus. Slim and Martin come running out, their pistols blazing in all directions. Ringo moves like a ghost, remembering everything Quantrill taught him about guerilla raids. The Hawkins were outnumbered by men and bullets as Curly and his boys were all sporting three pistols each. In a matter of seconds, the Cowboys fired off over 50 shots and all the Hawkins were meeting their makers. The Cowboys laugh and some twirl their guns before entering the house.

Curly Bill sees you, your chest heaving furiously and fear shows in your teary eyes. You gasp and struggle to get free as you're still tied to the post.

Curly replaces his guns and scans the area for anyone else. "We're clear, boys! Ain't no one else here!"

Too shocked to speak, your face gazes at Curly Bill and you can't believe he just risked his life to save you. He walks towards you and your chest continues breathing heavily and tears begin running down your face. Curly wipes your tears and takes his Bowie knife from his belt. He goes to cut the ropes and then pauses, just soaking up not only your beauty, but the fact that he at least redeemed himself and became your hero. He cups your face and kisses you and to his surprise, you do not resist. He smiles at you and the fear in your eyes begins subsiding.

"YN... Will you please forgive me for hurting you? You're all I think about and I'm a damn fool for lettin' you leave like that."

You nod your head. "Please let me go," you beg. "I... thank you for saving me! I didn't think you cared at all," you answer, your face gazing at the floor.

"YN... Curly Bill takes his hat off. "I love you," he whispers, sucking back tears. "I never meant to hurt you."

You look up your cowboy. You continue struggling.

"I'm gonna cut you loose after one question..." Curly's voice is just above a whisper. He smiles sheepishly.

"Please..." You answer.

Curly Bill doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"Will you marry me?" Curly asks.

Your eyes well up with tears. You nod your head.

"Yes!" You say in a soft voice.

Curly kisses you one more time. He takes his knife and cuts you loose. When he does, you fall into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Curly feels such a sense of relief and gratitude, he picks you up and holds you tight.

"I love you, Curly Bill. I always have."

He kisses your hands and rubs your wrists which appear raw from your tie ropes. He hates seeing that...

Curly Bill takes your face again and kisses you ever so gently.

"I never thought you'd kiss me like that," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight, your head on his strong shoulder. You close your eyes while the two of you enjoy a delightful and wonderous moment of pure love. The other Cowboys leave, giving the two of you some time alone.

When you conclude your kiss, he picks you up, his eyes locked with yours.

He carries you out and all the way to his horse, all while you keep your head in his chest. He can feel you trembling and he tightens his embrace, wanting you to feel safe and protected. Once he mounts his gelding, he pulls you up and he rides out at full gallop, his cowboys following and hooting with celebration.

Curly Bill brings you home and helps you get dressed into a warm nightgown. He tucks you into bed and caresses your face until you fall asleep.

After a few moments of watching you slumber, he removes his boots and falls into the bed.

He delights when in your sleep, you turn and rest your head on his chest.

The End...

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Head Cannon COMPLETED!

How Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo Would Respond to Compliments From Reader.

JOHNNY RINGO:

For a man like Ringo, he would have a tough time accepting compliments. For Johnny Ringo, it's all about the content of the compliment. It would be the opposite for his pal, Curly Bill who would enjoy any and every compliment. Ringo is a man who doesn't want anyone blowing smoke up his ass and in all fairness, neither does Curly Bill. A sincere compliment from a lovely lady is absolutely priceless for men like Ringo and Curly Bill. Neither one would be picky about the compliment. So how would these two cowboys react when you compliment them?

JOHNNY RINGO:

Confusion would be among the many feelings Ringo would feel when you tell him how handsome he is or how you love his eyes. Since nobody ever told Johnny these things (and actually meant it) is uncharted territory in the enigma that is Johnny Ringo.

*Your compliments would be unbelievably flattering. Because Ringo doesn't usually receive compliments of ANY kind, he would feel very flattered and may not be able to contain his smile. He just may blush when you tell Johnny how expressive his eyes are or how strong he is. Johnny is a man who must endure life without the company of women so any compliment is welcome. Especially one that reflects his ability to protect you.

*He would feel undeserving of your kind words. You're considered the most desirable woman in Tombstone so although Ringo would absolutely love your compliments, he would feel a strong sense of not being good enough to receive them.

*Johnny would be overwhelmed by how you see him. Most people would run in the opposite direction of where Ringo is coming from. But not you; you enjoy his company and you're always there with an uplifting word and a smile on your face! You don't experience fear of any kind when you're in Johnny's presence. And the fact that such a trusted and respected woman is carefree around the gunfighter, puts Johnny Ringo in a different light in the eyes of the residents of Tombstone.

*Ringo doesn't need to be complimented as much as Curly Bill does, but that doesn't mean your admiring words wouldn't flatter his ego.

*Compliments that Johnny Ringo Would Love:

"You're so kind and gentle."

Nobody, not even his own family would describe Ringo in this way so your sincere words telling him you recognize that quality in him would fill his heart with unbound happiness. At heart, Ringo is gentle... He's been described as a gentleman born. But the civil war broke the only life he ever knew. Not to mention his father's sudden and tragic death. Ringo had convinced himself that every word uttered and every word written about him was right as rain and that he was the embodiment of a ruthless killer and outlaw who rode with the Clanton's. When Ringo sees that you recognize what he tries so desperately to convey, it fills his heart with joy and sends his mind spinning! In fact, he would never get tired of hearing you tell him you appreciate his gentle side and that you see Ringo as the gentleman he is.

"Thank you." This may seem more of a gesture of gratitude than a compliment, but remember, these two words are not ones Johnny is likely to hear from anyone. Maybe not even his own gang of cowboys. Ringo grew around women and women were the beings who showed him love and to women, Ringo will always be grateful. Furthermore, nobody...And I mean nobody says thank you to any of the Cowboys and Ringo is no exception. He's looked down upon by the men and many women of Tombstone who have heard and read all about the deadly gunfighter. And no one is going to write about any good deeds he has done so when you show sincere gratitude, it is so delightful to Ringo. Your voice washes over him like a symphony of comfort.

"You're so handsome." Although cliche and simple, those words would flow like a symphony through Ringo's ears. With all the rustling, stage coach robberies and jail time, he feels his prime is over and when he looks in a mirror, he usually quickly looks away, unable to recognize himself at times. He sees his scars, the slow birth of wrinkles and his tired eyes. When you stroke his face and tell him you believe he's one of the most attractive men you've ever seen, he starts to notice his better features!

"You say the sweetest things!" Everyone who knows Ringo well, knows he delights in poetry and old world literature. He can recite the Illiad and the Odyssey, quote Shakespearean sonnets and discuss other works of literature with ease. Finding someone who appreciates that has proved quite the challenge. When you listen intently and then shower him with compliments, it stirs the embers of his heart in such a way, he can't help but become overwhelmed.

*Wow!" So basic, but so meaningful! Shows he can still impress a lovely lady. Whether he's showing you how he can twirl his pistol or break a bronc, you're a true cheerleader and always have a smile on your face with wide eyes and a tight hug that warms his heart. And when Ringo does little things that show his big feelings for you and you're overwhelmed with wonder, it fills his heart with overwhelming happiness. He may not be able to contain it either.

"You're such a good man, Johnny! Any woman would be very lucky to have you!" Ringo will pause and wait for you to start laughing and tell him you're just kidding. But when your eyes express sincere adoration, Ringo won't know what to say so he may fall into your arms and let your kindness cover him like a familiar blanket.

"Farmers are among the most underappreciated people in the world!" This one would really make Ringo swoon. He began life working on a farm and never felt fulfilled doing it. Johnny looked down on himself for not achieving anything in life that involved honest work except farming. After the war, Ringo couldn't return to medical school to finish and he felt such shame that he would spend his life starting at a mule's ass while plowing a field, hoping the weather would promote a sellable crop. Instead of Ringo, MD, he would be Ringo, a low life farmer who wasn't good enough to complete his medical training. So when you tell him you admire farmers, he'll be as intrigued as he is flattered. Of course he'll ask why and you'll remind him that, "Famers feed the world!" And he'll suddenly feel better about his family's work lineage.

"I care about you!" Since nobody cares about the Cowboys, this one would strike him as exceptionally kind. To know that you -that someone actually actually gives a damn about this down and dirty cowboy would mean more to him than 1,000 empty praises from disingenuous whores or other ladies of the night.

"You're so smart!" When Ringo left home to attend college, he felt the courses challenged him in ways he wasn't quite used to. While taking a break from farm work, Johnny escaped into the world of Homer, Shakespeare and Lord Byron. Studying the sciences presented a lack of confidence in his ability to understand biology and chemistry. He struggled to understand. When the war hit, Ringo knew his destiny was farming and to hear you tell him how smart you think he is music to his ears and ignites his fiery ego. To impress a woman like you proved challenging, but he managed to do it.

'You're special." This one would hit home more than many other compliments because other than a couple of Sunday school girls and a few prostitutes, no one has ever told Johnny Ringo that he was special. It's one thing to pay a woman to tell a man he's special and if he's drunk enough, it'll sound wonderful. If a lovely lady tells a man he's special and expects nothing in return, that man has just moved up several notches on the social ladder and as long as she's by his side, he'll most likely stay there.

CURLY BILL:

Flattering Curly Bill is easier than falling off a log. Women don't shower Curly with affection unless the old cowboy throws money their way unlike Johnny Ringo so when you compliment this rustler, don't be surprised if he can't contain his smile.

Compliments Curly Bill Would Love:

"You're so strong!" Curly Bill desires to be the center of attention whether he's in the presence of other men or women... There are lots of men in Tombstone from all different walks of life and most of the men have left behind their dreams of a loving marriage with a nurturing wife. But there's only one YOU and when you look up at this old cowboy and tell him how strong you think he is he starts to feel younger! Men like Curly can feel old quickly, especially when they see the up and coming young bucks who are looking to make a living punching cows. But you ignore them and focus on Curly and that ignites his sizable ego.

"Thank you, Curly Bill!" Just like Ringo, these are two words that Curly hardly ever hears and he probably can't remember the last time he heard a woman say it, let alone a beautiful one like you. Curly needs to feel appreciated and he needs to feel appreciated often. Your gratitude is so satisfying, he'll find himself doing things for you just to hear you utter those two simple words.

"You're the boss and you have so much responsibility!" Curly Bill likes to be reminded that he's the boss; not only that, he delights in knowing you think he's the strongest. For men like Curly Bill, the older he gets, the less likely he'll hear compliments from anyone so when you show him that you recognize his position of power, the old cowboy will melt.

"My knees are shaking!" Sounds silly and cliche, but to this old rustler, you couldn't say this enough times and he'll never get tired of hearing you say it and never grow bored of making you feel that way. As mentioned earlier, Curly Bill has a sizable ego and that ego needs to be stroked...Often..So when he knows your knees are shaking or you're trembling when in his arms, he'll feel mighty important, masculine, young and that he's still got it...

"You're so handsome!" Yeah, this is obviously a given as we all want to hear how attractive we are to others. Curly, like Johnny Ringo must endure life without the company of women for weeks and even months at a time, so being around women is all he cares about most of the time. Unfortunately, he's got to pay extra for compliments and pay a little more for those compliments to sound sincere. When Curly Bill looks into a mirror, he sees lines that come from his risky days of rustling all in the dry western heat. His lifestyle is tough on a man and he feels he can see his painful memories etched across his slowly wrinkling face and his eyes look sunken from drinking too much whiskey. When you tell him he's handsome and he sees in your eyes that you mean it, this old cowboy will be puddy in your hands. He may just fall asleep holding you!

"You made me happy when you (fill in the blank)" Curly Bill isn't the smartest guy around so he isn't someone you drop hints with. He definitely needs you to be specific when you're telling him why what he did made you happy. Even if this old cowboy knows, he still wants to hear you tell him what he did made you happy. When Curly Bill knows what makes you happy, he may find himself doing certain things just to hear you tell him how much you appreciate his efforts. Curly Bill is the kind of man who wants to be appreciated.

"How are you?" Ok, this is more of a question than a compliment, but it's a compliment to Curly that you're concerned for him and even more that your concerns are genuine. When you ask Curly Bill if he's alright and your eyes express that he's on your mind, it fills him with unbelievable joy! Nobody, not even his own gang members asks if he's alright! If they do, it's usually due to their concern for themselves. Curly Bill will never get tired of you asking him if he's ok!

"You make me feel special!" Curly Bill will be thinking...."What? Wait... What? I make her feel special?" He'll be racking his brain trying to figure out what the hell he did to make you feel special and nobody will be more shocked by your admission than old Curly! Don't be surprised if Curly asks you what he did to make you feel special and when you tell him it was because he defended you or protected you or that he made you feel safe, you'll see the rustler grin with a smile that suggests pride and importance. It's not everyday a man gets to impress you! Not only did you give Bill a chance, you appreciate his efforts! And remember, Curly needs...I'll go as far as he craves the admiration and respect of the men around him.

"I never met anyone like you!" We all wish we could hear that and it would mean so much if our crush said those words and truly meant them. But remember where and when he comes from. In Curly's time, and in some ways in our time too, people usually married for convenience or to escape the intolerable loneliness of the wild west. So when Curly Bill meets you and sees your inner and outer beauty, your wonderful spirit and warm heart, he's head over heels! He's never met anyone like you so for you to regard him in that way would have this old cowboy swooning in no time. And he would value the compliment as one of the best he's ever heard.

*For Johnny Ringo, he accepts and embraces all sincere compliments. He is more flattered by the content than anything else. He loves to hear you tell him he's handsome and strong, but also that you recognize his sincere efforts to be a good man. Johnny is interested in hearing about his character more than his physical features or strength.

*With Curly Bill, he wants to hear how strong, tough and handsome he is. He's the boss and likes knowing that he's got the respect of some of the best gunmen in the west. For Curly, he wants to hear about his character as much as Ringo does, but definitely delights more in hearing about how he protected you and about his gallantry and physical strength.

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WIP:

FROM THE WEST TO THE FUTURE:

The Cowboys Journey Through Time

JOHNNY RINGO AND CURLY BILL CAUGHT IN A 21ST CENTURY TIME WARP.

While outrunning a group of renegade Indians, a blinding light stabs the eyes of Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo and when the dust finally settles into reality, they come to understand they've been pushed through a time warp and become stuck in the present time. They return to Tombstone to see the town unchanged. Except that everyone is half naked (even the women) and unbelievably clean. Will they find a way back to 1881? Will they fall in love? What happens when they meet up with the other Cowboys stuck in our time? How do they find each other and what will their adventures be like?

*I'll be updating at least once a day*

"Ride, Juanito! Comanches!"

A group of renegade Comanches follow the two cowboys at full speed while Curly and Ringo rise faster than they ever have before. An arrow wizzes by Ringo's head, barely missing him and Curly hears the booming voice of the natives behind him.

Suddenly, they see a light so intense, they both cover their eyes while continuing to outrun the Indians hellbent on taking down the cowboys.

Ringo and Curly stop riding, the desert blooms look unfamiliar and strange and a few houses occupy the area.

"What the hell? Where's the desert? There weren't no houses here before!" Curly shakes his head.

Ringo feels a cold chill and looks around. Nothing looks the same. A few people move about the houses and from a distance, the boys can't tell if they're injuns or Mexicans or Union soldiers. They both back up their horses, waiting for the odd looking people to approach them and tell them they're moving on Yankee land. But no one approaches them. Curly noticed there were no horses. Not a single one. Not an animal in sight!

They ride a few more moments, trotting while scanning the desert for something familiar other than the boulders and cactus. A soft breeze whirls around them and they can hear birds singing in the Palo Verde trees, dogs barking in the distance and seeing a row of telephone poles they would swear on the Bible were not there before! The aroma fills their nostrils and the fragrant wild flowers smell delightfully different. Their horses begin grazing on some of the plush green grass that pops up in small pockets on the desert floor. The cowboys continue looking around, hoping to see someone or something familiar. But everything, even the breeze feels very different.

The whirring of a machine echoes in the distance and the two men quickly look at each other, wondering what the hell that could be. They see a man walk around one of the few houses. He wipes his head with a cloth. Then he proceeds to take a green colored hose like object and to the shock of Curly and Ringo, water flows from it. Their wide eyes lock on the scene before them and they ride a little closer. The man waves and the Cowboys wave back. Since the man looks innocent enough, the boys feel they may be able to get some information about where the hell they are.

"Where the hell are the damn Comanches?" Curly bellows. Them boys was right on us! There ain't nothin here they can hide behind! Where the hell are we, Johnny?"

Ringo continues pondering while staring with blank eyes at the scene before him. "There's no Comanches anywhere. And what was that light?"

Ringo's heart drops.

Are we trapped in hell? Did we just die?

"Who are those people?" Curly inquires, squinting his eyes from the sharp sun. Ringo shakes his head slowly. He turns his horse and begins to trot towards one of the small houses and there were only four houses that the two rustlers could see. A small child comes out of one the houses and begins running around the property.

"I don't remember any kids bein' at these camps! Hell, they ain't even dressed like injuns!"

"I don't think they're injuns, Curly. I don't even see a gun in any of them! No horses, no cows, no chickens. Where the hell are we, damnit?" Ringo brays.

"So, they ain't carrying firearms and they're living out here?"

Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo continue to watch what seems like a pleasant scene. They didn't hear the battle cries of Comanches or hear and firearms going off. They continued scoping out the area, watching from all sides. A dirt path winds towards where the houses sit about fifty yards away. Boulders frame the area and trees stand around the path.

Suddenly, two little girls approach the rustlers. Dressed in unrecognizable attire and wearing shoes that sparkle with stones.

"Who are you? Can we pet your horse?" One of the girls asks.

"Please? Our daddy said it was ok!"

"Where's your daddy?" Curly asks. "He lets you talk to strangers before he does? He must have a lotta trust in this wild country!"

The girls look at each other and giggle. "Can we pet your horse?"

"Well," Ringo begins. "Do you live at this camp? Comanches giving you trouble?"

"What are coman cheesers?" One of the girls asks. The two continue smiling.

"You see any injuns out here? Did you see some riding around here just now? There was a whole bunch of em! Did you see where they went?"

The girls look at each other and shake their heads slowly. They appear so clean and sparkling barrettes nest in their hair. Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo couldn't believe how clean the girls were.

The girls run away, holding hands and laughing. Curly and Ringo look at each other.

The men ride slowly towards one of the houses. The road changes and it's a black street instead of dirt. A man without a hat on, wearing jeans, sandals and a dress shirt without a tie comes towards them from the house. The two little girls come out from behind the house and begin running back to Curly and Ringo who still stand with confusion running through their minds. Like the little girls, he was remarkably clean.

"Hi there, fellas!" The man says. "My daughter said something about warning us about comb cheese? I apologize, they may have said it wrong." He pats his daughters on the head. One of them looks up at her father. Her blond hair up in braids and like her sister, wasn't wearing a dress. In fact, they seemed to be in their bloomers! Tight shirts with gemstones on them and butterflies and the pants they wore were above the knees. Ringo wondered how the father would let his cute daughters dress like that with wild Indians in the area. But come to think of it, there wasn't an Indian in sight.

"Have you seen any Comanches anywhere?" Curly Bill asks, looking around."

The man, who stands just under six feet starts chuckling. He puts his hands on his waist and shakes his head. "Not that I've seen. Just a few of us live here now. Where are you boys from?" The man looks inquisitively. Curly and Ringo look at each other.

"Tombstone."

"Is there a wild west show?" He wonders. "I heard it was cancelled!"

"Wild West show?" Ringo ask.

"Yeah. That's why you're dressed like that? I have to say those costumes look very authentic! Love the spurs and six shooters too. Those aren't real bullets are they?" The man asks, walking in between the horses.

Our costumes?

Ringo thinks to himself. His heart pounding and his mind racing, he finds himself at a loss for words and his confusion grows with each passing moment. Everything seems so.... Peaceful.

"Well, we don't fire these pistols at anyone we ain't got no beef with," Curly responds, his horse backing up a bit.

The man starts laughing again. "You even sound like you're from the wild west!" The man slaps his knee. This causes the two rustlers to grow increasingly uneasy. Things seem peaceful, but odd. The man seems to keep talking about them in the past tense.

"We ain't green horns," Curly remarks. "We're seasoned cowpokes and we drive cows from Arizona to Mexico or Colorado to Texas. I don't see no animals here," Curly mentions.

"Oh, I see!" The man answers. "I guess I got confused. Well! Do you ever entertain like, oh who was that guy," the stranger snaps his fingers, trying to think of the name. "Buffalo Bill!"

Ringo, trying not to sound completely aloof nods and answers, "sometimes we do pistol tricks or teach people how to rope."

"Cowboys and entertainers! I love how you talk. You do lots of shows?"

"Sure," Ringo responds.

"Can I pet your horse?" One of the girls asks. She moves closer to the boys. Her soft brown hair is pulled into two ponytails and her big brown eyes stir the hearts of the two rustlers.

"Ok," Ringo answers. Confusion on his once unreadable poker face. He and Curly keep looking at each other and then all around, growing increasingly uneasy.

"Who else lives around here?" Curly Bill asks.

"Well, I just bought this piece about three years ago. We moved from Chicago after my wife passed. Just a few homes here. Mine and three others. It's not so bad. Definitely a change of scenery from Chicago. Hotter! Well, it's nice to see other people out here!"

"Yeah, our mom got sick and she died," the girl with the brown hair mentions. "i like your horse!"

Ringo smiles. The girl with the blonde hair starts petting Curly's horse and Curly feels a sense of peace. The girls look at the rustlers with adorable faces and sweet smiles.

"As you can see this is really an up and coming community like Murrieta in California," the man continues. "Not much here now and only a few of us live here." The stranger lowers his head. He's such a friendly fellow and that intrigues the cowboys. He doesn't look like someone worried about wild Indians. "We're hoping after another five years, we'll have a real town here."

"It don't look like no boom town," Curly remarks. This causes the man to begin laughing.

"You really take your parts seriously. You'll be a hit!"

Curly's mind bends into a state of confusion so intense, he begins to feel dizzy and shakes his head as if to ward the feeling off.

"Who are you?" Curly asks.

"I'm Larry Fields and these are my daughters, Jessica and Marin."

"I'm Curly Bill and this here is Johnny Ringo."

The man claps in applause. "I've heard of them. So that's who you're playing in the show? You're free to practice your act on us!"

"What act?" Ringo asks, his face turning red with frustration. "Oh, uh.... maybe. We're hoping to meet some other boys. Thinking about heading to Texas for work."

"Cowboying is some job and it's still around I think it's great you take it so seriously. Are you just out for a ride?"

"Yes. You could say that," Ringo answers, uncertainty in his voice.

"Well, I heard the show was cancelled since some of the actors came down with Covid."

"Covid?" Curly Bill asks slowly. What in the hell is that?"

The man smiles again. "Method actors, huh? Would you like to come inside and enjoy a latte? I've never met a real cowboy before!"

A latte?

"Tombstone, that's not far from here. So you must be here for a wild west show. We've been there a few times. Watching actors play out cops and robbers dressed like the Earps and the Cowboys!"

At this point, the minds of these cowboys begin to spin into an unfamiliar dance of wonder. Why was this man talking about actors playing parts from the past?

Nothing looks like it did before and why is this man asking about wild west shows? Thoughts of what could be the cause of the sudden change in reality flood their heads and stabs at their perception. The friendliness of the strange man, the absence of animals, the cleanliness of the man and his daughters.

"Well, where do you stay when you're doing your shows?" The man asks. His hair, blonde like his daughters looks freshly washed and he's clean shaven with bright blue eyes. He didn't appear to possess the same grit they usually see in other men.

Not knowing what to say, they just nod.

"Do you want some cookies? We made cookies!" One of the girls announces. Her father smiles. Suddenly, a medium size golden retriever comes running towards them.

"Toby!" One girl shouts, turning her attention to her dog. "This is our dog, Toby."

The men tip their hats.

"Well, come on in, fellows. Let's have that latte."

Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo enter the modest, three bedroom house. Beige, lush carpet blankets the floor and a small kitchen rests to the right of the front door. A small table with six chairs sits in a corner and a vase of freshly cut wild flowers lounges on it. A painting of apples hangs over a sink that doesn't seem to have a pump, but there's clearly a faucet. On the other side of the house, a flat, black rectangular object hangs on a wall. One of the girls grabs a black contraption and the black turns to a colorful burst of wonder. A window of moving pictures race across the rectangle and music the rustlers have never heard before begins playing. Words and colors fly across this mysterious window and it feels as though they are right there.

Ringo moves closer and his eyes, like Curly's grow wide with curiosity. People move about on the screen and Curly touches it as if it's a window, but he just taps it and the people in the window don't appear to see him. Curly looks around to see who's talking and looks behind the rectangle. "Who are you? Do you know where we are?" Curly and Ringo feel like ghosts, unable to be seen by the people and even the animals in the window. Phrases burst from the weird looking people in the window and Curly Bill and Ringo can't understand because they're talking so fast. They hear bits and pieces of sentences such as:

"Fix your credit!"

"An easier way to buy a car!"

"Need a vacation? It's affordable now!"

"Suffering from insomnia? Talk to your doctor about..."

*Side effects include..."

The boys stand, their mouths agape.

"What in the hell is this?" Curly whispers. "What are they saying?" Curly feels like he's dreaming and hopes he wakes up in his comfortable and familiar cowboy camp.

"We need to know where we are!" Curly barks at the man on the window screen. "Can you hear us?" Curly shrugs with frustration and feels queasy from the constant movement on the screen. His stomach feels nauseous.

He looks into the rectangle and everything moves so quickly and the voices speak so fast, saying phrases and words that almost seemed like a foreign language.

"What the hell are they saying? Why can't they see us?"

Curly begins getting dizzy watching the screen. The boys see dogs in the window and call for them, but like the people, the dogs can't see them either. The little girls laugh.

Ringo looks over at the odd screen and can understand a few words here and there. High pitched singing fills the room and colorful orbs seem to burst and pop in the window. They cannot comprehend what the hell this device is and why can they see people and animals, while they appear invisible?

"Here we are, boys. Three lattes. Let's go in here so the girls can watch TV."

Marin, the older of the two girls brings a plate of cookies over to where Ringo and Curly are.

"We made these with daddy!" She announces as she skips back to the couch to watch the mysterious window. Ringo and Curly both take a cookie and munch it. A clean and refreshing aroma surrounds them; it's the cleanest place they've ever been in. A fresh and citrusy smell combined with the freshness of flowers floods their nostrils and fills them with comfort even though they feel they must be dreaming.

Ringo and Curly sip the warm beverage and it tastes like sweet, creamy coffee. They lick the foam off their mustaches. It's unbelievably delicious.

"What you say this drink is?" Curly asks, sipping it quickly.

"Lattes! Not too many Starbucks on a cattle drive!" Larry says, sipping his drink slowly.

Ringo was tempted to ask about this person Starbucks, but feels awkward not knowing anything about where they are.

Hell wouldn't smell this clean or be this bright!Ringo thinks.

Maybe we took a wrong turn while riding, maybe the Commanches fired a poison arrow that causes hallucinations? Maybe I'm just dreaming...

"So, when does the show start? Larry asks.

"What show?" Ringo asks.

Larry smiles. "Will it be in Tombstone?"

Ringo simply nods and both cowboys grow anxious to be somewhere else, somewhere familiar. A rough and dirty cowtown would feel more welcoming than this.

"Glad we got to meet! There's not It sure is nice meeting you both. Too bad my wife isn't here. I think she would get such a kick out of you two! She always enjoyed western movies or books about the wild west! A different time back then?" Larry sips his latte and takes a cookie.

Back then? Ringo thinks...

"I'm guessing you stay at the hotel in Tombstone?"

"The hotel is there?" Curly asks. "The Grand Hotel?"

"Sure!" Larry answers. "It's nice that Tombstone hasn't changed much. Still looks the same as it always did. It's a fun place to spend the day. My wife used to like Big Nose Katie's saloon."

"You know Kate?" Ringo asks.

"Not personally," Larry winks. "But there's a saloon named after her!"

Curly and Ringo finish their coffee, desiring more of that scrumptious drink, but want to leave and find out what the hell is happening. They stand up and head for the door. They turn and look at the odd window and spectacular bursts of pink and purple flow with strange little characters that appear like drawings that move and speak. The voices of these creatures deliver a sweet and soft sound and the music feels soothing.

Ringo sees a newspaper on the counter near the sink. He takes it and looks over at Larry.

"Oh, keep it! All nonsense anyway."

"Thank you for the coffee," Ringo says, tipping his hat.

"You're welcome. Anytime."

Curly and Ringo leave, mount their horses and gallop off. Ringo looks all over the newspaper.

"Where the hell are we, Juanito?" Curly asks, sharply.

All the blood drains from Ringo's face and he looks at Curly, his face white as a ghost.

"What the hell, Juanito?" Curly shouts.

"It's not where we are...

It's when."

Ringo's signature poker face has gone and Curly Bill can see for the first time, genuine fear in Ringo's eyes. Curly takes the paper.

"What am I looking at, Johnny?"

Ringo points to the date:

March 20, 2023...

Curly's heart sinks..

Ringo sits on his horse with a frustration so intense, he feels his heart swell and his face grows hot. He wants to ride as fast as he can, see that light and go back to 1881.

Both rustlers spurred their horses and bolted through the desert, hoping their speed could recreate that blinding light they saw just before they flew through the time warp. They rode for several minutes, slapping the backsides of their horses to get them to run at that same flight, but no light showed and the horses were getting tired.

"Shit! We're stuck here! Feels like a damn nightmare! We ain't got nothing or no one to help us! What the hell are we supposed to do?"

Both men remain quiet for several moments, taking in the reality that they are very far from home.

"I wonder what Tombstone looks like," Curly shrugged.

"Let's go find out." Ringo says, his voice is still as the air. "That man Larry said it's the same."

"Well, wouldn't that be something?"

They ride into Tombstone and feel somewhat elated that the town looks surprisingly the same. More shops have been added, but the Oriental still stands, along with the Golden Nugget and they see the famous Bird Cage theater.

"Damn, Juanito. It ain't like it used to be! There ain't hardly any cowboys here! Fact, there ain't no cowboys here. I see families. Everyone here is dressed in their damn bloomers! I ain't never seen men wearing pants above their knees and damn sandals! Hell, they ain't worried about rattlers or scorpions I guess."

"I need a drink, Bill. Clear out heads."

"Let's see what the Oriental is like in, what the hell year are we in?" Curly scratches his head.

"2023."

"Well, shit! I'm glad to see people never tore this town down." Curly says, securing his horse to the posts that still stand outside the famous saloon.

When they enter, they see more people wearing their bloomers and Curly just wants to see a man wearing chaps or boots with spurs. All the patrons begin clapping and Curly Bill and Ringo look at each other and then look behind them, wondering who the odd people are applauding.

"Hey! Here they are! You're from the wild west show!" The men start hooting and holding up their drinks. Ringo and Curly feel a bit important and feel their best strategy was to simply be honest and that they were in fact seasoned jackaroos who drive cattle since cattle driving is still around in the 21st century.

Some of the women look stunningly gorgeous. Hair that shines in the light and looks as soft as butter. Luxurious, lovely locks that flow freely. Long, delicate eyelashes frame wonderfully made up eyes that sparkle, with perfectly done make up. They also seemed to wear very little clothing and some of them were showing their legs! Curly Bill and Johnny couldn't take their eyes off of them. They appeared like goddesses sitting there, sipping wine.

Curly Bill and Ringo tip their hats and that causes the beauties to smile. They start playing with their glamorous hair and smile, showing beautiful, white teeth.

"We're so bummed the show was cancelled, but at least you're here to make our trip a little more authentic!" One of the patrons states. He stands, a little taller than Ringo, wearing a blue T Shirt with the words, "One Cool Dude." Like some of the other men, his pants are cut above the knees. The cowboys believe the weather is too much for these green horns and they don't wear tenacious shirts like cowboys do. The man's green eyes dance in the light and his eyebrows and hair appear perfectly trimmed. He's holding a bottle in his hand and standing next to a few other dudes who are dressed in similar clothing and like the man with the blue T-shirt, they look cleaner than anyone the cowboys have ever seen. Curly Bill and Johnny felt awkward and dirty standing near these clean shaven men.

Them duds wouldn't last a day on the range, Curly thinks.

Another tall man, at least wearing long pants stands and calls for the bar dog. Much to the cowboys surprise, the barkeep looked just like Milt; wearing the same white shirt and apron and he's sporting a mustache similar to theirs.

"A round for these boys!" The stranger says. "I'm Dave and you'll never pay for a drink in this town!" All the people start cheering and whistling and Curly Bill and Ringo can't decide what to do.

The man called Dave has brown eyes and a full beard that looks freshly trimmed. He's almost as tall as Curly and Ringo and looks stocky with large, muscular arms. His dress shoes look newly polished.

"I invested some dough in Tombstone real estate. I'm looking to add to this town. Bring in some more outside business. What are you boys drinking?"

"I'll take a beer and a shot," Ringo answers.

"I'll take the same," Curly grunts. They all move to the bar and have a seat on the stools. Curly looks around and can almost hear the sound of Campton Races playing in the piano while rustlers, businessmen, cattle ranchers and other types drank and played faro. Damn, if only he could see a familiar face! He closes his eyes for a few minutes and recalls moving through this crowded saloon to quench his thirst for rotgut whiskey and faro or poker. He can almost see Milt pouring drinks, cowboys getting rowdy, whores moving about, showing their merchandise, the back parlor where pretty ladies would sing and the distant sound of gunfire. One thing he didn't miss was the stench. Curly Bill can remember that ferocious odor that permeated the saloons that lacked ventilation or even insulation and so it was biting cold in winter and scorching hot in summer. And he didn't see communal towels for men to wipe their mustaches and beer foamed beards. The aroma whirls around the two rustlers and they can't imagine going back to when places like this stunk of horrific body odor, horse shit and bad whisky. The cleanliness was something both welcomed. They both wanted to take baths and have their clothes laundered, but felt awkward asking about things like that.

More half dressed people walked in and following them, a man wearing cowboy attire strode in. Curly and Ringo could tell he wasn't a seasoned cowpoke since his shirt and pants didn't sustain the tenacity of a real cowboy's duds.

"Howdy, everybody!" The cowboy declares. "Whiskey's on me!" He takes his jacket off and starts drinking with the other patrons.

Curly Bill approaches the cowboy in disguise.

"What outfit have you rode with?" Curly Bill asks.

The stranger laughs and Curly Bill and Ringo wonder why people laugh when they say certain things.

"I'm not really a cowboy. I just dress like one when I come to Tombstone. I'm not a part of the wild west show, but my girlfriend says I look cute in cowboy garb."

"Damn! Check out those guns! Where the hell did you get those? I didn't know you could buy those anymore!" One the men says. Curly Bill, who is usually never at a loss for words, suddenly doesn't know what to say.

"We've moved cattle a time or two," Curly Bill remarks.

"So, you're real cowboys?" The man in the blue T-shirt asks.

Ringo nods.

"That's awesome! I'm Chuck!" Says the green horn cowboy. "Nice to meet you both! Why'd you say you were in the wild west show?"

Curly shakes his head. "Well, we ain't! We just moved a herd of cows from Texas. We're off for a little while."

"Is that a seasonal job?" One of the women inquires, twirling her dark hair. Curly can't believe she's talking to him. But her eyes fall over the old cowboy and he swears he's never seen women so damn gorgeous. The ladies he thought were lovely like Josephine Marcus, Red or Sad Sally from the Dead End saloon. But now it seems he can't even remember what they look like. Every lady Ringo and Curly see appear more beautiful than the previous. A heavenly array of unbelievably pretty women.

Curly moves a little closer to her and the glitter makeup causes her eyes to sparkle and dance. Her full red lips part as she gazes up at him.

"Well, we don't drive during the winter months too much. But come spring, we'll be real busy again."

"Hey, what are your names?"

Curly Bill and Ringo look at each other.

"I'm Bill Graham and this here is John Ringold."

"Howdy there, fellas!" Chuck announces. "This is so fucking cool! Having real ass cowboys here!"

Ringo's face grows red.

Swearing in front of ladies!

Ringo would have liked to deck the guy for disrespecting the women, but thought better of it. They had no way of knowing what to expect and did not have a clear understanding of the social norms. People seemed friendly and jovial and relaxed. And none of them were carrying pistols.

"I'm Bob," the man in the blue T-shirt says, holding his hand out for the rustlers to shake.

"Tombstone was a wild town back in the day! Damn, wouldn't that be something to be alive back then?!" Bob sips his beer from a small bottle.

"Tombstone was queen of these boomtowns," Johnny Ringo answers. "Sho'ly a bit more refined than Dodge."

The ladies smile and giggle, thinking the cowboys are amazingly brauny.

"Yeah, I heard Dodge was like the worst place!" Bob finishes his beer and waves for the bar dog to give him another. "But, we've got some fucked up gun laws."

Curly Bill and Ringo wish the man would stop swearing, especially in front of women.

"What do you mean by that?" Ringo thinks out loud.

"We need stricter laws so kids don't get shot to death at school!" Bob shakes his head. "I'm not downing having guns, but military assault rifles? Who the fuck needs those?"

MORE SWEARING! THIS IS HOW PEOPLE TALK IN THE FUTURE? Ringo rages in his mind.

"Times sure have changed since the days of Wyatt Earp," Bob declares, pretending to be pulling a pistol. He chuckles and says, "Hey, I'm Wyatt Earp, mo fos!" He sticks his tongue out and continues his charade. "Gimme yer pistols, feller or I'll fill ya full of lead!" He looks over at Dave and a few others and they all begin laughing.

"You know about Wyatt Earp?" Curly beckons.

"Of course!" Dave shouts. "Guy was a freakin' idiot!" Dave, Chuck and Bob clink their beer bottles together.

Curly and Ringo chuckle and want to hear more about what these modern day people think of the Earps and the conflict between the Earps and the Cowboys. Curly feels amused and enjoys hearing the boys bash his old rival.

What has history had to say about us and what happened to us?

"What makes you say that?" Curly inquires.

"Going up against Curly Bill Brocious and those others! Now that guy was a force to be reckoned with. Anyone would be a fool to call out a man like Brocious. That dude was bad ass!"

Curly Bill stands with his arms folded. He flicks his tongue as he does when amused by something. He begins to guffaw loudly, causing the patrons to laugh along with him.

"You think so?" Curly grunts.

"Fuck yeah! I wouldn't go up against Brocious. That dude was so cool! Rumor was, he could shoot rabbits running from 20 yards away! I wouldn't mess with a guy like that! Too bad there's no photos of him. Just a few drawings that aren't very good!

"What about Doc Holliday?" Ringo inquires, his heart racing, waiting to hear.

"Loser!" Dave and Bob say in unison. This causes Ringo to smile and he even lets out a laugh which causes Curly to look over in disbelief. Chuck sucked back his shot and started on his beer. He laughed along with the others.

Bob holds up his hand with his palm flat and Dave slaps Bob's hand with his open palm. A gesture the rustlers have never seen, but enjoyed watching.

Bob starts walking like a refined gentleman. "Yeah, I'm Doc Holliday. I quit being a dentist so I can spend my life cheating at poker and avoiding my health!" The two men clink their beer bottles together and laugh.

Curly Bill looks at Ringo, whose eyes are wide with delight and curiosity. He laughs under his breath. He's clearly amused by the two 21st century men. He's almost afraid to ask,

"what about Johnny Ringo?"

He decides to wait.

"Another round!" Dave shouts.

Curly Bill and Johnny feel a bit more comfortable drinking with the men they just met and are eager to ask more questions about Tombstone history.

"Hey! There's more cowboys!" Chuck announces standing up and ordering more drinks for everyone.

Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo look out the window.

"I'll be damned..." Curly whispers.

Ringo looks out and his heart lifts when he sees the Clanton's, McClaury's, Barnes, Cruz, Stillwell and Indian Charlie all riding together, walking slowly through town, looking confused and out of place. They dismount and secure their horses to the posts that still stand after all these decades.

"Hold on a minute," Curly growls, finally feeling the effects of the whiskey and beer, which is the best tasting he's ever had in his life. He exits the saloon and Ringo follows.

"Ike? Billy?"

Ike and Billy turn and see Ringo and Curly and gaze upon their friends as if looking at a mirage. The other Cowboys mouths drop.

"Curly Bill! Johnny Ringo!" Ike announces.

"Hey, do you know what's going on?" Ringo asks.

Ike shakes his head.."We was being chased by them injuns! You and Ringo disappeared! We saw a light that almost blinded us boys! Next thing we knew, everything was changed!"

"We met some people along the way," Billy Clanton swoons.

"Yeah," Ike responds. "Have you seen the women around here? I saw a lady's ankles!" Ike blushes.

"Well, I saw a lady's legs and her arms too!" Stillwell brags.

Curly Bill smiles. The best part of this new world they were experiencing was the women.

"Everyone's in their bloomers!" Frank McClaury chuckles. Men wearing pants above their knees!" The men start laughing; they couldn't help but find it incredibly funny that the men dressed like that since none of the cowboys would be caught dead wearing sandals and pants above the knees!

"What about money?" Ringo asks. "We don't have any!"

"No, we do!" Ike announces. "Everything changed, even our money. Look!" Ike pulls out bills that look unrecognizable.

"What's this? Where did you get this?" Curly asks.

"Check yours!"

Curly Bill and Ringo take their money out and sure enough, the bills are modern cash. "How the hell?" Curly muses. He counts over six hundred dollars, money left from the stage they robbed.

Ringo pulls his money out and like the other boys, it's completely different. "I'll be damned...This just keeps getting stranger."

"There's the Oriental!" Billy Clanton bellows. "Damn! It ain't no different. Everything here looks the same cept folks ain't dressed. Everyone smells so damn clean!"

"We stink boys!" Curly guffaws, almost feeling like he's back in 1881. "Let's get to the hotel and see about some baths!"

The Grand Hotel still stood, except more rooms added. They enter and the hotel clerk is dressed in 19th century fashion. His mustache curls up.

"Howdy, gentleman. How many rooms?"

"About 5. We can sleep two in a room." Curly states.

Upon receiving their keys and fresh towels, they head up to their rooms. Another sparkling clean area with that wonderous citrus aroma.

A laundry area was just outside the hotel, but was filled with machines instead of large baths of hot water.

Ringo figured out to use these odd machines and the boys spent the better part of the afternoon cleaning themselves up. They also visited the barber shop and had their mustaches, beards and hair trimmed. Later that day, while the orange sun melts behind the mountains in the distance, they feel ready to experience this 21st century Tombstone.

Curly Bill walks in front with Ringo strolling right by his side. The warm spring breeze washes over them like a mid day bath and they tip their hats to the tourists wandering through the streets. The gang of Cowboys start to feel a hot blooded ache in their souls and almost wish the Earps were there to try to take their guns away just for fun!

"I'm wanting to see more ladies!" Ike whines. "Damn, these women look like nothing I ever saw!"

Billy Clanton looks over at his brother with Cheshire Cat grin and nods his head.

"Let's head to the Crystal Palace and see what those girls are like," Curly growls.

Ringo looks forward, trying to grow more acclimated like his fellow gang members. Although he too appreciated the beauty of these goddesses, his fear and guilt seem to overtake him. He can imagine the soft, sparkling liquid eyes gazing upon him, desiring to please him. But these women resembled pictures he'd seen in fairy tale books or like the China dolls he'd seen in toy stores. They appeared almost...

Untouchable.

Just to stroke their glowing skin could send Johnny into such a bath of delight and wonder and he feared he could never please or pleasure any of them.

He could see his fellow Cowboys, strutting through the streets, people giving them modern day gestures the boys didn't understand, but seemed to know the meaning behind these gestures. These 21st century people provided a friendly atmosphere and they all seemed excited about having the Cowboys around, although they had no idea these men just flew through a time warp. Ringo still entertained the thought that the Indians struck them with arrows that caused hallucinations or perhaps a very deep sleep and that soon he would awaken back in 1881.

While the sun begins to creep behind the mountains that frame Tombstone, people begin filtering through town. The Cowboys see families going in and out of the various shops and single men and women hustling about, looking for some fun. The boys seem amazed at the feeling of the town and that it appears so unchanged. The streets still dirt, are lined with new establishments and older ones. Curly Bill wondered if the Dead End saloon was still standing on the other side of Allen Street. At this moment, they didn't care; they were free from the yoke of the law that pursued them and the modern day people didn't appear to have any fear of bounty hunters and wild Indians. Everyone enjoyed themselves.

As they strolled through the 21st century town, they noticed a few greenhorns wandering around. It was clear to the boys, these dudes were never in a cattle drive. But they embraced the familiarity.

The boys enter one of the newer establishments, Big Nose Kate's saloon. They moved through the batwings just like in the old days, commanding the attention of every man and woman in the room.

A few men hoot and whistle and the women stare at the boys as if they've never seen a man before.

"Hey, it's cowboys!" One man shouts. The stranger stands just under six feet, a round face with a full beard and dark eyes. His large hand held a beer while he shook the hands of some of the other boys.

"Howdy, fellas! I'm Mike. It's so cool to have real cowboys here!" Mike finishes his beer and orders another. "What's it like being a real life cowboy?"

"It's a dirty job that don't pay well!" Stillwell remarks. "It ain't a job for no tenderfoot neither."

Mike smiles. "Let me introduce you to some other dudes.

Mike introduces the boys to a few other men.

Marcus, the tallest of the group stood a little taller than Ringo. His clean shaven face and stoic features gave him an almost regal appearance. His blond hair fell just below his shoulders and his piercing blue eyes seemed cold.

Next they met Simon, a shorter man with a stout body and his fave adorned with an uneven beard. His brown eyes danced in the light, his disposition a little friendlier.

Matt, a short fat man with baggy pants and a shirt that was not tucked in nods at the boys, his brown eyes friendly.

A few other men come in, wearing dress pants and fancy shirts that wouldn't last a day on the range. A few wore boots that looked new and did not have the tenacity of a real cowboy's clothes.

The Cowboys begin engaging in small talk, mostly answering questions about cattle driving.

The Cowboys begin experiencing hunger pangs and start asking where to find the best eating establishments. They have one more round with their newfound friends and leave the bar to find a restaurant. They strut through town while it continues getting dark. The town doesn't have the sound of pianos in various saloons, the jingling of spurs, the neighing of horses or the clinking of the blacksmith iron. In a way, they long for that familiarity and a sense of adventure, but everything in this new time period felt almost dull to them. They hadn't entertained the idea of venturing out of modern day Tombstone and the uncertainty of life in this new time period begins to weigh a bit.

What else are there we boys haven't seen? There's gotta be more in this new space.

Their focus shifts and they go into a restaurant called, "The Chuck Wagon Grill." When they enter, they see a bar similar to that of the one at the Oriental. The same mahogany wood appeared in all the bars and other establishments. Tables with black and white tablecloths and booths. The waiters all dressed in black suits and long aprons moved about, carrying trays of drinks and hot meals. People look over at the cowboys. Some laugh and others lift their glasses. The place embraces an elegance the boys aren't used to.

A stunning looking brunette, wearing a pink and black dress that showed off her curves walks over quickly. All the Cowboys take their hats off.

"Howdy, ma'am," Curly Bill says, holding his hat and feeling a tingling in his groin he couldn't resist. He still can't believe how beautiful these women are.

"Right this way, please." The boys follow her, not taking their wide eyes off her curves. The large restaurant looks busy and Curly and the others can see some people snickering at them while some of the other patrons smile.

The men are seated at a large table.

"I'll take a beer," Ike says shyly, not taking his eyes off the hostess. He can feel his face turn red when she smiles at him. He notices the curves of her breasts and imagines kissing her right there. Ike continues staring at her until Ringo nudges him. Ike snaps out his trance while the other cowboys laugh.

"Your server will be right with you," she smiles.

They all watch her head back to her station. The only man not reacting was Ringo, who once again saw these angelic beings as untouchable delights.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I've got major writer's block on this!!!

[curlysgirl0202]

HEAD CANNON STORY:

What Would Curly Bill and His Significant Other Argue/Fight About (IN PROGRESS)

Curly Bill isn't always the easiest person to get along with. He's been known to have a fierce personality, guffawing so loud it can be heard across the street and lots of practical jokes such as the time Curly shot the cigar out a man's mouth just for fun. Or when he made a preacher dance a jig when old Curly was looking for some reform. He also made a group of patrons in a restaurant stop eating and made them wait for him to be done with his meal before they could finish. When the big cowboy was done eating, he felt so full, he fell asleep at the table. The customers didn't move out of fear until the rustler woke up. When he did, he paid for everyone's dinner. Curly was known to do things like this. He usually kids around in fun and likes people who can play along and not take themselves too seriously. If they don't, he may shoot the flames off candles or shoot a hole right through their cup or shatter their shotglass out of their hands. He doesn't intend to really harm anyone (unless they hurt one of his own), it's just about having fun and getting a rise out of people. So, if the two of you are together or just starting to get to know each other, you may have a few hiccups along the way while you're getting to know each other. What would the two of you argue about:

*His drinking. It's no secret that Curly Bill and all his red sashers are heavy drinkers. They can start in the morning and not finish until they run out of booze or money or just pass out. There are moments when Curly feels disgusted with himself for not being able to control his drinking at times. But in the old west, there wasn't as much to do as in the big cities. Even towns like Tombstone had limited entertainment options. There was the theater, a small library, bowling alley, a museum and an ice cream parlor. Since Curly really has no interest in reading or museums, he sticks to the gambling houses, saloons and the whore houses. Eventually, it just becomes routine and he would run out of things to do. But booze flowed a plenty in the towns he and his boys frequented. Without much else and for a man like Curly Bill who doesn't care about books or culture much, he tends to drink lots! So you may find yourself telling him you think he's had enough. Since that's the last thing this old cowboy wants to hear, he tells you he's fine and no one is going to spoil his fun! He may even take you home and tell you to stay home if you don't want to see him drunk and no one is going to tell him what to do...Not even you. He'll be ashamed and afraid of your feelings about his drinking, but you're understanding and don't want to push him into more drinking or an argument that may get heated since Curly Bill doesn't always have the best emotional regulation skills. Some days, you let it go. When he's so drunk, he's almost belligerent, he tries to avoid you so he doesn't end up doing something stupid. But when that drunk, he may start flirting with you and touching you, trying to seduce you into making love. But because he's drunk, you're not interested. Although he will try to control himself, you may find him getting on top of you and refusing to let you go. When you start crying because he's basically holding you down against your will, his shame will cause embarrassment and he may continue to try to get with you or he'll leave in a huff only to return later to apologize with his tail between his legs and he'll tell you that you're so beautiful he couldn't stand it. Either way, he'll be a handful when he's really drunk!

*His friends. Ringo may be the only one of Curly's friends that doesn't make you sick to your stomach with their stench, wild sense of humor and drunken brawls. At least Ringo is always a gentleman. Sometimes he'll even intervene on your behalf and tell the Cowboys and even Curly Bill that enough is enough! Although Curly is your love, you can't help but appreciate Johnny Ringo. Ringo would feel that Curly Bill is a fool for getting so drunk he could lose you altogether. And Ringo may lecture his bestie by telling him he's got a wonderful woman who loves him and he needs to get his head out of his kesiter and understand that if he doesn't modify his behavior somewhat, you'll be nothing more than a distant memory. Of course old Curly knows that, but he's too proud and well, too stupid to realize it. When Curly's friends are around you, they're usually drunk and sometimes like their boss, say obnoxious things. You do your best not to overreact as you know they really don't know any better, but sometimes you stand up, tell them directly they were out of line before you storm off... Justifiably so. This gives Curly Bill mixed feelings; he loves how you're strong and can stand up for yourself, but he also wants you to get along with his friends. Sometimes if they get too rowdy, Curly will stand up, put his arm around your waist and tell, "leave her alone!" Other times, he lets you handle his friends. And Ringo will shake his head at Curly Bill who knows damn well he should never let his boys talk to you with anything but absolute respect. Sometimes they're on the "best" behavior and sometimes they're so intoxicated, they start touching your hair or even your face. They'll say things like, "you sure are pretty!" They may start asking you what Curly Bill did to get you to go with him and what does a lovely lady like yourself is with a known rustler and gunslinger. The whiskey on their breath mixed with stale cigar smoke along with their stench can be more than you can take. You have a right to tell them they could use a bath. It is when Curly Bill sides with his friends over you that hurts. He can feel torn sometimes...Of course he wants to protect you and he always delights in coming to your rescue . He also is not the most sensitive man around and may not fully understand why you're so upset. It is when those misunderstandings occur that the two of you argue. You beg Curly to always be on your side and his friends tell him sometimes you're just too sensitive and take yourself too seriously. Sometimes the big cowboy agrees with his friends. If he knows they're joking, he laughs it off because of their bond and sense of humor. He's used to it! When you get upset over something they were just fooling about, sometimes Curly tells you that they're joking. If he sees they've gone too far or worse, you're starting to cry, he will become angry at his rowdy cowboys and will want to make sure you know he cares so he may yell at them in front of you so he knows you know he cares. But he may return to his cowboys and say that you're too sensitive sometimes. And sometimes his friends need to back off if they want to be in the presence of a beautiful lady who is kind to them and often bakes treats like muffins or cupcakes just for them. Since nobody cares about the Cowboys at all, they would hate to lose your soft touch and sweetness. And as long as you're around, they may have a chance to steal you away from their leader. But you're in love with Curly Bill! Just to save face with his gang he may tell them that you're sensitive. He doesn't want to come across as a guy who does whatever his woman wants. At the same time , he hates seeing you upset. He may just knock the cowboy out with a punch if they get too out of line. He's got a reputation to maintain!

*His language. Curly Bill doesn't drop f bombs regularly nor is he big on swearing. But he ain't great at talking eloquently either. When he talks, it sounds like, "there ain't nothing, it ain't no matter, hell, it don't bother me none! I ain't got no beef with that! It ain't nothin' neither!" You get the picture. Sometimes you just want to have a conversation with actual words. You may not necessarily argue, but he may find your correcting him on occasion to be annoying. You're just trying to be helpful and he knows that, but he's going to tell you, "I ain't had much schoolin' and there ain't nothing in books!" And that may hurt because you love to read. You know there's plenty in books and deep down so does he, but he's practically illerate and somewhat embarrassed that you know so much more than he does. If Curly Bill needs to know something, he usually just asks Ringo. Sometimes Ringo tells his friend to pick up a book sometime! And of course Curly just laughs out loud like he does to hide his shame. Sure he knows he should be smarter like Ringo, but lacks the patience.

* Your interests. You're more cultured and sophisticated than all the cowboys combined, including Ringo. So that can be more intimidating than anything else to old Curly. He doesn't know Mozart from Strauss, has never heard of Renoir, thinks museums are boring and there's nothing to learn anyway. Wandering through an art gallery would not be old Curly's first choice for an outing. He'd be intrigued with how interested you are and may smile when you start talking about something you're passionate about, but he really doesn't appreciate the finer things the way you do. But don't be shocked if he interrupts you and starts talking about how he just doesn't get it and he wants to leave and get a drink. He may grow impatient and ask if you're done gawking at all this art. He's not the most sentimental guy around. If you tell him to stop it, he may take you in his arms and hug you to get you to forget or he may walk out and tell you you know where to find him when you're done wasting your time. When he's this insensitive, you put him in his place and sometimes he takes his hat off and apologizes because he knows he's a horse's ass. Then you usually give him a kiss on the cheek to remind him you do care. You understand he's a cowboy who never really amounted to anything in his life and regards you as an irreplaceable treasure. Since Curly Bill has never had anyone to care about, he isn't savvy on how to handle you sometimes. He's known for his wild and tremendous sense of humor. He lives to live and embrace life without limits or orders. However, he in his private moments, desperately wants you to see him as so much more than a reprobate cowboy who never worked an honest job in his adult life. The only honest work he did was mending fences or fixing other things around Old Man Clanton's farm and ranch. And you do see him as more than that and since you're the only person who sees him that way and ever made him feel like he is more than that, he can't help but be so in love with you. You see the side he tries to hide with his loud guffawing and practical jokes. All to hide the pain or fear in his heart. Some of the things that interest you may interest him and he'll pretend on occasion to be into what you're saying. Sometimes when he's had a few shots of nose paint, he'll smile at you and say, "you're so smart. Damn! I think you're smarter than Ringo and I ain't never met anyone that smart. He's always got his nose in a book!" And you'll answer, "well, that's why he's so smart!" At that, Curly will take your joke and laugh at himself. "I ain't done nothing smart cept know how to drive cows!"

*His lifestyle. We all know Curly Bill is the King of the Cowboys and he enjoys that title very much. He got into the rustling business shortly after the war ended and by the time he met Old Man Clanton and his sons, Billy and Ike, he was already a seasoned cowboy. Old Man Clanton liked Curly Bill's leadership abilities and that he could shoot as well as he ropes. It was for that reason that the old man made Curly Bill the head of the gang, passing over his two sons.

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HEAD CANNON STORY:

How Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo Would Respond When You Comfort Them...

We all need to be comforted, that's part of being alive. Even animals seek out comfort from one another.

Men like Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo tell themselves the only comfort they need is a ramera and a bottle of nose paint (whiskey). Traditional cowboys engaged in cuddling (yes these jackeroos were that lonely on a drive) and some men in the old west were involved with cross dressing to provide the illusion of a woman for the sake of comfort...Hard to believe...But remember, the wild west is often described as the lonely west...So receiving comfort wasn't as easy as it can be today. If you think you have difficulty finding a strong shoulder to cry on, imagine living back then so you get the picture. It was lonely...

So when Curly or Ringo are in need of something more than what a lady of the line can provide, they tend to shut down and pretend they're fine. They're not men to show emotion because like many men today, they saw it as a sign of weakness.

So when these two are down in the dumps, what will it take to comfort them and how would they respond to YOU providing comfort and cheer them up?

Curly Bill:

Curly Bill doesn't usually have too many bad days and he is looking to have fun most of the time. If one of his cowboys are mopish, Curly is more concerned about how they will mess up his good time. No need to get all sentimental; some women and whiskey are just what the doctor ordered. However the old cowboy does have his moments and he usually keeps it to himself. Cowboys don't receive counseling from anyone and they're a bunch of filthy dudes who just want to blow off steam.

When you first notice Curly Bill looking down, it's a concern for you because he's usually the one making everyone else laugh with his odd sense of humor and practical jokes. He likes to live in the moment most of the time. If you ask him, he'll tell you he's fine because he doesn't want you to think he's weak or that he can't solve his own problems. It's not so much that he doesn't want to trouble you, he's just not the type to be overly sentimental or sensitive. And why would old Curly be that way? He spent lots of time in chains or behind bars, stealing cows, getting drunk, gambling and spending his winnings on whiskey and caliquo queens. Whores don't ask too many questions... But they only provide so much..If he's got the funds, Curly can fall asleep with his head on her bosom and pretend there's something more. So, getting Curly Bill to admit to you that he needs some comfort would be as strange to him as it would be to you. But he likes you and when he's near you, he always feels a little better; as of there is a sense that everything will be alright when you're around. All it takes is your smile to get the old rustler to warm up.

So, like the lovely woman you are, you persist. Since he's told you he's fine, you back off with any more questions. That will only exacerbate things and you're the LAST person he wants to snap at for getting too nosey. Your approach with Curly will be different than with Johnny Ringo, who would never get tired of your concerns. And Curly Bill doesn't get annoyed for your concerns; in fact, a woman's genuine concern is priceless. Curly would get impatient and frustrated from too many questions.

First, you find out what Curly enjoys such as oatmeal cookies or apple pie (who doesn't love pie)? Then you ride out into town with a basket of your baked goods. When you see your cowboy, you wave from across the street and show the smile Curly Bill loves so much! He'll wonder what's in the basket.

"I know you've been a little down lately, Curly Bill," you begin. You smile up at him and his heart lifts. "I wanted to do something for you so I baked you some cookies." You shrug your shoulders and flip your hair with your free hand. Curly' eyes will grow wide with delight! Nobody cares about how he feels so having a beautiful woman like yourself actually take the time to bake something he loves would have Bill's head swimming.

You hand the basket to your cowboy and he's beaming from ear to ear and he's so moved by your kindness, he is at a loss for words! He shakes his head and continues smiling at you as you unfold the towel and show him a freshly baked batch of delicious and soft oatmeal raisin cookies.

"Well, ain't that mighty sweet!" He finally says. His heart is so full of joy at that moment that he suddenly forgets about his bad mood. He keeps smiling at you and you smile back, biting your bottom lip, which you do when you're feeling shy and it drives Bill crazy when you do that!

Curly Bill is so delighted by your gesture of kindness and he'll feel like you are the sweetest, kindest, tenderest and prettiest woman he's ever met. He won't be able to contain his happiness so don't be surprised if he places the basket of sweets down, cups your face with his big hands and kisses you gently. Your trembling will cause him to chuckle and flick his tongue like he does when he's amused by something. Not that he's pleased your nervous; he finds it adorable and endearing. Of course you're a little nervous... He's Curly Bill Brocious, King of the Cowboys and he's got quite the reputation for swift retaliation against those who hurt the ones he cares about.

"Well, do you want to try one?" You smile while playing with your hair.

Curly Bill smiles at you again and knows you want him to and since it's not everyday someone does something nice for this old cowboy, he takes one cookie and munches it. It's the most delicious oatmeal cookie he's ever had...He tells himself that because you're the one who baked them and you're the only person who ever cared about his feelings and you cared so much, you made something to make him smile so your cookies naturally taste better...They taste like your hugs which is something Bill can't get enough of.

"You baked these for me and my boys?" Curly asks. You shake your head and smile.

"No...Just you!" At that declaration, Bill is so overwhelmed by your sweetness, he takes you in his arms and holds you tight. His heart lifts when you wrap your arms around him and hug him tight. He then brushes your hair away from your face as the breeze keeps blowing it around... People walk by and stare at the both of you. Some whisper, "that's Curly Bill Brocious! He's a outlaw. What is that beautiful lady doing with him?" And Curly Bill has asked himself that same question over a dozen times.

Curly Bill will pick up the basket of freshly baked cookies and put his arm around you. While you walk together, he starts to speak. "You're real sweet," the big cowboy says. "Real sweet." He stops and looks at you. He still can't get over that you were so intent on cheering him up with one of his favorite things to eat! While walking together, Curly Bill will always feel great when he's with you. You overlook so much and he can't help but love you for that.

"Why are you so sweet?" He asks. "To me I mean? I ain't done nothing to raise your eyebrows!"

"Yes you have," you answer, kissing him on the cheek. Your spontaneous gestures of affection drive him wild. "I really like you, Curly Bill Brocious."

"Say that again...Soft on my shoulder. Say it real sweet.". You lean towards his ear, rest your head on his strong shoulder and whisper, "I really like you, Curly Bill Brocious."

Johnny Ringo:

When Ringo is having a tough time, it's tough to tell because he is usually morose. When his gang are busy drinking, laughing, flirting with prostitutes or gambling, Ringo is quiet. Sometimes Curly Bill will look over at his lieutenant and let his cowboys know to just let him be. Curly knows that when Ringo falls into his pit of depression, women seem to be the only thing to pull him out of it. And not just any woman; Ringo has his favorite rameras and although he's paying them for the illusion of their concern which is so gratifying, he'll pay double just to hear them say, "you be careful, senor Reengo.." Ringo never really believes they care, but those four words are among the sweetest he's ever heard.

So when it comes to cheering Johnny Ringo up, he'll be less impatient than Curly Bill when you ask what's wrong. Ringo would never think that you were being nosy or annoying. Your genuine concern for him makes Ringo feel like he's never felt before. He's very pleased you're not a wag tail and that when you compliment him or show you care, Ringo knows it is from your heart. Johnny Ringo doesn't want to trouble you. While Curly Bill is concerned about looking weak, Ringo simply doesn't want you to worry for him although he secretly loves it! Ringo doesn't want his darkness to corrupt you and he doesn't want to share with you how broken he really is. Not because he doesn't want to scare you off (although that's part of it), Ringo never wants to be anything but chivalrous with women. Women are the only beings that have ever showed him love and Ringo like Curly Bill, cannot go for long periods of time without the company of women.

Baking delicious sweets is definitely something Ringo would love and appreciate. For him, it wouldn't be enough to comfort him; he would want more...And to be fair, so would old Curly. Ringo would want to take you to his tent at the cowboy camp and hold you until he falls asleep. When he wakes, he'll want to know you're still there and that the dirty camp wouldn't sicken you. His misbehaving rustlers who would know to never upset you in front of Ringo...They know how Ringo is with women and how touchy he is when it comes to women. Ringo whole heatedly believes women are capable of driving demons out of him and it is only the comfort of a woman's touch that can awaken his dark spirit and let it stand in the light. For Ringo, he would do anything for a woman. Especially you because of your unbelievable kindness.

You decide to bake for him too. You learn that Ringo's favorite dessert is apple pie with a sweet crust. So you gather fresh apples and bake a pie just for him. While you're sprinkling extra cinnamon and sugar on top, you smile when you think about how Ringo will feel about your gesture.

Since Ringo doesn't really spend time with his own gang often, Curly Bill is the one he usually drinks with. Curly Bill knows how Ringo's darkness swells out of nowhere and although the cowboy king is concerned, he just figures Ringo will drink his way out of it or spend time with his favorite prostitutes either getting peeled like a bronc or just hold her while she strokes her dark hair. Ringo loves women with dark hair and dark eyes so it's no wonder he enjoys Mexican rameras; he can recall as a boy and hearing about Mexico and the beautiful women with their olive skin and he would dream about sweat glistening on their bosoms.

You know where Johnny Ringo stays from time to time; at an old shack that's been abandoned and often used by the Cowboys when they want a break from sleeping in tents. Or when it's raining. After your pie is baked, you pack it warm in a towel and put it into a basket to bring it to your cowboy. The shack the Cowboys occupy is just outside of town and is in walking distance. As you stroll away from town, you can't help but notice the plush, colorful wildflowers that seem to be bursting into a beautiful bloom that carpets the desert floor. The Palo Verde trees provide some shade while you walk to where Ringo is. Some monsoons came through Tombstone in the last few weeks so there are shallow ponds with water so clear, it dances on the surface and would be blinding if the bodies of water were a bit larger. You see the shack and a few cowboys are sitting in front smoking and drinking moonshine. You can hear their laughter as you get closer. Curly Bill sees you and calls for his lieutenant.

"Juanito!" The old cowboy declares. "Something real pretty and sweet to see you." Then he flicks his tongue, eyes the other cowboys and stands up to greet you. Curly Bill is protective of you because he thinks you're special and loves that his best friend has someone adore him and tolerate his bouts of sadness.

Ringo emerges from the shack and when he sees you, he's very pleased to see you, but embarrassed that you're seeing how he really lives. The last thing he wants is for you to look down on him as a lowly cowboy who never amounted to anything in his life except staring at a mule's ass while plowing a field or running off Mexican stock.

Your smile is so beautiful, it lifts his heart. The Clanton's, McClaury's, Stillwell and a few others smile at each other. Of course they're dying to hoot and howl at you, but wouldn't dare. Curly Bill would admonish them with a punch to the face or harsh threats, but Ringo is less predictable; he may shoot the idiot that shot his mouth off and made you feel scared. And it wouldn't matter how long you felt frightened; any sap head who bothered you is as good as dead. So they behave themselves as tough as it is. Ringo eyes his fellow rustlers and they rise and tip their hats to you and show you the upmost respect.

Curly Bill gestures to his gang to leave the two of you alone. They go back in the shack while Ringo moves toward you, wondering what is in your basket.

Ringo takes his hat off and holds it in his hands. The deadliest pistoleer can only be made weak by women. Especially you!

"Johnny," you begin. "I know you've been so down lately." You look to the ground and take a deep breath. "I wanted to do something to cheer you up so I..." You feel nervous and almost foolish, but you press on. Ringo looks at you with wide eyes.

"I know your favorite dessert is apple pie so I uh..." You giggle at your own anxiety. "I baked one for you!" You unwrap your freshly baked pie. It's still warm and the familiar and comforting aroma flood his nostrils and suddenly he feels the darkness slowly turn to light. A light that dances in your smiling and loving eyes; eyes that look up at him with such a sweet innocence, Ringo is surprised by his sudden light hearted feeling. He begins to smile and allow himself to feel the pleasure of the moment. With you around, there is no room in his heart for guilt and shame and he loves that you can provide that for him. His heart lifts and he suddenly sees that the sky seems a little clearer and bluer when you are around, he can smell the flowers over the usual horse shit and smelly cowboys he's used to.

Johnny looks at the pie you baked and then back at you. His eyes are wide with pleasure, but has a conservative and yet almost cautious half smile. He takes a deep breath and he beings to wonder what you looked like when you were making this dessert for him. He lets his mind wander for a few seconds and imagines you peeling apples, rolling out the dough and baking this just for him. That your intention was not to give this to anyone but him. He is taken aback that you do not seem to fear him the way most people do; the Earps and Doc Holliday and others have expressed their concerns to you and that Ringo is nothing but trouble. You ignore those warnings and allow Johnny Ringo is be who he is without shame or guilt. Some of the cowboys are looking out one of the broken windows and wondering if they'll get a peak at the two of you kissing! But Ringo is a gentleman borne so he is not going to lay a kiss on you in front of his gang like Curly Bill would. Not to say Curly isn't somewhat of a gentleman when he wants to be, but Bill seeks attention and admiration from his gang.

Johnny finally speaks. "I...Thank you, Y/N. I..." He stumbles over his words as he cannot find the right ones to fit what he is feeling. He wants to take you into his arms and shower you with affection and drive you to ectasy, but he's patient...While he tries to finish his sentence, you put your hand over his mouth and say, "you're welcome, Johnny!" Too moved to speak at all, Ringo drops to his knees and holds your body while his head is on your chest. He can't believe what you have done for him. Nobody seems to care about The Cowboys so receiving something this wonderful is as welcome as it is marvelous. Ringo feels a little intimidated; he's never had a woman in his life who cared so much about him and had genuine concern for him. He regards you as a priceless gift. He stands up and faces you. Your smile melts his heart and he takes your basket and puts on a nearby makeshift table Curly and the others made out of scraps of wood. He takes his Bowie knife and slices two pieces of pie. He tells you he's going indoors to get a few dishes, but you take your piece and begin eating it with your hands. Ringo can't help but smile because he thinks you're adorable. He too begins to eat his piece. When you are finished, the Clanton's ask if they can have a slice. You look at Ringo as if to say, "it's up to you!" And of course he is pleased that you show kindness to his cowboy companions. They may not be the smartest dudes around, but he's got an unbreakable bond with his red sash friends. While the other cowboys including Curly help themselves to the apple pie, Ringo takes you for a short walk.

"Well, he sure is lucky," Billy Clanton starts. "Pretty lady who makes sweet stuff."

"Yeah," Ike answers with a dreamy look in his eyes.

"That's what Juanito needs," Curly answers, shoving pie into his mouth. "I always said he needs a woman. A good one."

"Well, I am sure they'll finish off what's left. Not everyday we get a sweet present from a lovely lady like yourself. Johnny can feel his face grow warm and flushed. He feels calm and safe when you take his hand. "I hope I have bad days more often," he jokes before turning to you and holding you close.