LaBeef, true grit fanfiction

LaBeef 5 ned pepper

the next day was very long and full of riding, it was cool that morning and even cooler that night, as you tended the fire and settled in for the night, you noticed your blankets may have been to thin,

in the dim glow of the fire LaBeef motioned you over,you both talked of your lives, labeef recounted heroic tales, some of which you didn't believe, i began to drift off, not feeling so cold next to someone,

that morning i must have slept sound, rooster had woken us both up, at around seven, i groggily looked at where i was, my face turning red as i realized i was resting on LaBeef,
my head on his shoulder, his head resting on mine, he had his arms wrapped around me, as we looked eachother in the eye, it was so warm i believe we both didn't want to move,

„Slap some bacon on a biscuit and lets go were burning daylight!"

i got up on little blackie, took my place behind the texan, and though about this morning,

it wasn't to long until we reached the small cabin rooster talked of,
it was occupied,

by the infamous ned pepper,

rooster called them out as he waded from the small branch,

„who's in there? ya better come out we got five marshals and a bucket of coal oil,"

„we ain't coming out marshal, swallow that coal oil!"

i wached as rooster handed LaBeef a burlap sack in which he went on the roof to stuff down the chimney,
i jumped back in suprise as gun shots rang out, rooster hit one apparently,
they let us in to tend to the ailing boy

who wasn't much older than i am, his name was moon and his partner quincy

you cleaned up the place as rooster told you,

you watched that boy die his Final words instructed me to give his traps to his brother in Austin Texas methodist church

i happened to notice LaBeef was bleeding as i was passing by him
i took his arm

its nothin don't worry about it"
well your hurt it is something,"

leave it rooster called
i took the cotton peice i had in my pocked and tied his hand, effectively stopping the bleeding

i dont know why but seeing that kid moon die right there, made me think about rooster and LaBeef, what if something happens to them?...

you took quincys gun belt of him and placed it on yourself, it hung loosely from your hips as you placed your fathers dragoon in it,
„ now what's a little girl like you doing with all that pistol?" LaBeef asked
„ well i don't want my friends getting stabbed to death"