Protect-Whitey

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"James Whitey Winn get back here!"I shout at my son I held my skirt as I ran after him the other woman rolled their eyes and whispered to their friend

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"James Whitey Winn get back here!"I shout at my son I held my skirt as I ran after him the other woman rolled their eyes and whispered to their friend

I just ignored them I mean where are your children at? Oh wait you don't have any so don't get all up in my business you know it's hard having a child especially when it's the Child of the most Stubborn man you'll ever meet

I finally wrap my arms around my son's waist lifting him up

"Mama! Let me go!"He whined giggling
"No you ran away remember what I said about running around town alone?"I asked holding him up on my waist

"Don't do it because there's bad people and only papa can protect us"He said I smiled kissing his cheek

"Yeah that's right you know what how about we go see papa"He nodded quickly
"Can I go down now?"I giggle setting him down

"But you have to hold my hand"He nodded putting his small hand in mine we walk towards the sheriffs station the door was open and I could see Whitey leaning against his desk James let go of my hand and ran up the wooden steps

"Papa!"My six year old son exclaimed Whitey looked over just as James jumped into his arms making him lose his balance a bit from the impact

"Oh hey kiddo where's your mama?"He asked hugging James back I make it to the door slightly out of breath Whitey looked at me with slight concern

"Again?"He questions I nod

Whitey talked to James about running away from me while I look and see Mr McNue looking through some papers

while there was a man that looked slightly older than myself standing with his hands cuffed he looked familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it

"Do I know you?"I asked stepping into the building the prisoner looked at me and shook his head

"No I don't think so Ma'am"He said

"What's your name?"I questioned

"Y/n,this here's Mr Ward"McNue told me
"Is he a Bad man?"James asked looking up at Bill

"Uh..yes...yeah he is Kid"I frowned at the sheriff's behaviour

"Whitey why don't you take the rest of the day and a few days off I think I could look after Mr Ward here ma self"The sheriff told us

Whitey nodded and picked up James putting him on his shoulders
"Thanks Sheriff see you later, come on  cupcake"i took his hand and we walked out the station and down the little dirt road

"So what do you wanna do for the rest of the day?"Whitey asked me as we make it back to our little house he set James onto the ground and he ran off to play with his friend Julie across the road so we know where he Is

"I don't know I've got some washing to hang up if you would like to help"I said picking up the small washing basket with out wet clothes I cleaned earlier this morning

"Uh sure why not"we managed to get the washing done even when Whitey kept giving me sneaky kisses or slapping my bum a few times but eventually we finished

Now we're sat on porch his legs were on my lap and he was reading on of my books while I was sewing on of Whitey's jumpers that he ripped from trying to do the silly tricks he does with his guns

James came running over hand in hand with Julie

"Mama I gotta girlfriend!"He exclaims holding up his and Julie's hands

"Hi Mrs Winn"Julie waved I smiled
"Hi Julie,so your James's girlfriend?"She blushed and nodded

"Julie dinner time!"Julie's mother shouted
"See you later James"She kissed his cheek and ran back him her little dress hitting of her legs James watched her as she ran into her home and close the door

"You gonna protect that girl good?"Whitey asked looking up from the book and putting his foot on the floor James nodded with a small smile

"You better because that's what I did with your mama and here we are"Whitey said before giving my cheek a kiss

"I will papa,I love her so so much"James said and sat on my lap and hugged me tightly

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