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chapter fifteen - travellin'

"Brocius."

"What do you want?" Curly Bill sighed, poking the fire with a stick.

"I've gotta piss." Cheyenne spat vulgarly, sitting up. It was well into the night know, and she was still tied up, laying on the dirt.

"Sounds like a you problem." Brocius snickered, sticking a cigarette in his mouth. Cheyenne sighed, rolling over so her back faced the campfire.

Ringo and Ike had already gone to sleep, but Brocius was still wide awake, making sure Cheyenne didn't escape.

She couldn't count how many times she replayed her plan in her head.

An idea struck Cheyenne. Instead of waiting around, she'd pretend to fall asleep. When Brocius realized she was "asleep", he would also go to sleep.

Hopefully.

Cheyenne tucked her knees to her chin in a fetal position in the dirt. The flames of the campfire warmed her back like a blanket. She let her eyelids fall, closing her eyes.

Soon, she heard Curly Bill sigh again. He travelled over to the horses, grabbed his bedroll, and returned. He laid his bedroll on the opposite side of the fire and laid down, soon falling asleep with his hat over his face.

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Suddenly Cheyenne woke up from her sleep. She looked around her. She was laying in a warm, soft bed. Her hair was damp and clean, smelling of lavender. A candlelight burned on the wooden bedside table beside her. She smelled the scent of wood burning in a fireplace. Sure enough, in front of the bed was a grand hearth. The wood crackled and burned, the sounds giving a tranquility to the quiet room.

She didn't recognize the room she was in, but she felt safe. A warm feeling burned inside her, one she hadn't felt before.

Cheyenne felt a pair of hands wrap around her torso from behind her. She spooked, her head whipping to see who was in the bed.

Doc Holliday.

"Hello darling." he smiled. He looked healthy and happy. His perfectly groomed mustached turned upwards into a grin. His medium-length side parted blonde hair stuck every which way. His brown eyes twinkled in the candlelight with warmness.

"John." Cheyenne smiled. She noticed Doc was shirtless with a pair of black sleeping pants. She blushed a little, placing her hand on Doc's chest. He was warm, but not feverish. A comforting warm.

Doc wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Cheyenne tucked her head into his chest, smelling his typical scent— cologne, smoke, and whiskey.

She fell asleep in his arms, feeling happier than she'd ever been.

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"Rise and shine, bitch." a voice whispered in Cheyenne's ear. She shot up, looking around her. The morning sunlight nearly blinded her eyes. She was still laying in the dirt, beside the campfire that was now just warm coals. She looked to her right to see Curly Bill smiling.

She looked away, sighing. That moment with Doc had been just a mere dream. Her heart throbbed with loneliness more than ever.

"Time to keep movin'." Brocius said, sliding the gag back into her mouth. He picked Cheyenne up with ease and threw her over his own shoulder. Cheyenne didn't bother to fight. She was weak enough. It would be best just to form a plan whenever the cowboys schedules would allow. "Ringo's gonna have you on his horse."

Brocius's voice brought Cheyenne back to the moment. He threw her over the back of Ringo's horse, so she laid behind the saddle sideways. Her wrists and ankles were still tied.

Ringo approached, holstering his guns. He smirked at the sight of the woman slung over his horse. Ringo tipped his hat to Cheyenne and mounted his horse.

"You might want to hang on. It's going to be a bumpy ride." Ringo said nonchalantly, urging his horse forward into a bumpy trot.

She groaned in pain, her corset nearly collapsing her lungs as she bounced around. In desperation, she kicked around to get Ringo's attention. She was about to fall off, and she knew she wouldn't stick the landing. She'd probably break an arm, falling while tied like this.

Ringo looked behind him to see the struggling woman, barely staying on. Every time his horse moved, she would nearly be jolted off of the back. Ringo gathered his reins in one hand and put his other arm behind him, grabbing Cheyenne's waist roughly so she wouldn't fall.

Instantly she felt better. Certainly not because Ringo was touching her, but because she wasn't going to fall off. If her hands weren't tied behind her back, she could've held onto Ringo's saddle.

Now she just had to form a plan.

Hey everyone!
sorry this is so short, it's kind of a filler chapter.
Doc POV coming next!!