A series of headcanons and one shots dedicated to Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo, from the 1993 film Tombstone. ^^
All of these come from my tumblr blog of the same name.
In a town like Tombstone, men from every walk of life gather together in a bout for survival, like an ecosystem. And like in many such ecosystems, either you have to be brazen enough to get what you want or clever enough to. How would Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo deal with another man (brazen or clever) trying to compete for your heart?
It seems you and (Curly Bill/Johnny Ringo) are getting along swimmingly, so much so, it seems that he's getting sweet on you! But alas, it looks like you've caught the eye of another man as well.
This man attempts to swoon you with honeyed compliments and glistening smiles. You make an attempt to kindly reject his advances, but the gentleman mistakes your rejection for coyness and continues his shot to impress you. From there, the stranger gets a tap on the shoulder. He turns around and he sees...
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Curly Bill:
✭ The Devil in Red towers over his seated rival with his famous smile, "Howdy, stranger! You look like you're new in town!" The rival returns the smile gingerly and replies, "That I am, mister. And who might you be?" The bar you three find yourselves in murmurs with quiet laughter, as even Curly Bill looks to you and the crowd with a confident grin. "The name's Curly Bill Brocius," he states, leaning towards the stranger, "I run The Cowboys. And you are sittin' in my seat next to my girl." Your heart skips a beat from such a stern declaration. You two hadn't fully come into a relationship, yet for Curly Billy to claim you as his so suddenly flushed your face and heart in the moment. "Is that a fact?" The man asks, taking note of your shock. Curly Bill too is aware of your surprise, and a moment of anticipation is swept over the establishment. A sense of resolve emits from him as he then turns to the stranger and says, "Why don't we take this outside and handle this like men?"
✭ If the man were brazen, Curly Bill's admission would fall on deaf ears. "If she ain't your ol' lady, then she's fair game." The proud rival declares with his chin held high. Gasps can be heard throughout the bar. Words being exchanged reveal the extent of the rival's ignorance. There is a momentary sense of confusion etched on the man's face from the whispers he hears among the patrons. "What's mine is what I say it is." Curly Bill growls. The stranger pauses to regain his composure and thumbs his pistol at his holster, "Is that something you're willing to draw on?" Curly Bill flicks his tongue through his smile, "On your mark." The stranger smugly nods as the two make themselves out to the middle of the street.
✭ Even in the dim moonlight, a flaring red aura emitted from Curly Bill. He could understand people's proneness towards ignorance, in fact he preyed upon it. However, this man's impudent arrogance for taking a claim over what was not his, like a cockroach declaring a man's supper for its own, made Curly Bill want to vomit. And just like a lowly cockroach, Curly Bill intended to stomp this man out. "Ready?" the stranger calls, his hand hovering the grip. "Set..."Bang! The rival falls to the floor in agony as he clenches his midsection. Curly Bill saunters over and whispers to him, "Sorry, friend. Thought you said draw. But maybe we can learn a little somethin' about messing with my girl, right?"
