Whitey Winn One Shots

Lil Angel

I stood as I often did behind the small wooden counter making notes in my little stock book watching the ladies of labelle pass about their various business. And as I focused on my stock book I heard a sound. Such a sound in fact I didn't need to look up to discover its source as I already knew it.

Labelle was quite always nowadays as a town of mostly ladies. It had a sweet peacefulness. Often I left the ship door open as the bell seemed far too loud and I could tell a customer was coming simply by the steps and creaks of the porch. Those creaks started up a bit differently when most ladies of town stepped on the porch or were low slow cracks but these were heavy fast cracks with a loud sound of boots on wood.

The second indication of whom this was, happened to be the scent that followed them along. Like a rat had gorged itself on rotten eggs and killed over under your floorboards on a hot summer's day, a scent deep within his skin as I fail to recall his last bath.

I thought to myself how little I was surprised by his arrival as it was a Tuesday morning and he almost always had a night shift in the office Monday nights and piped on once finished on a Tuesday morning.

I glanced up begrudgingly, seeing him sauntering in like prince of new England, his boots against the wooden floor caked on three months worth of dust and dirt, his trousers hugged every inch of him so much the seams blended into the texture of the fabric, his two leather gun belts sat across his hips a gun in each with the bullets crossing over each other, the once white button down hidden away by his half button shirt so dirty it was impossible to tell it's origin colour the glint of silver from his deputy badge hanging from his pocket, his skin covered in mud and dirt it all patchy where his sweat had moved it and let it settled in other spots proving again his lack of a recent bath. The poor excuse for facial hair above his top lip on his jealousy of the sheriff and the marshal and his lack of ability to actually grow one like theirs. His hair so matted and dirty it was looming in locks and strands clumped together by dirt, grease and... god only knows what else, I was almost convinced of I took a hoe to his head I'd likely be able to plant a track of potatoes that too could be said for under his nails too. His cream coloured hat in his hat having slipped it off upon entering the shop. He saw me looking a sly smirk crawled across his lips giving me a suggestive wink.

I rolled my eyes and went back to my business.

"'ello my lil Angel" he Cooes leaning his elbow on the counter his chin in his hand

"What do you want?" I sighed moving my book away

"I just wanted to pop by, see my lil Angel" he Cooes I glancing at him seeing his smirking face the moment our eyes met he smiled wider and made kissy faces at me

"Bugger off Whitey Winn" I glared "last thing I want is your skinny ass around bothering" I sighed grabbing my rag to clean around the store

"Awww haven't ya missed me?" He Cooes following me like a lost puppy

"No. It was lovely and quiet"

"I'm sure my lil Angel missed me. Even if she doesn't want admit it" he smirked coming up behind me and pinching my butt thought my dress making me jump up which he immediately used to his advantage wrapping his arms around me pulling me into his chest "ummm that better y/n" he smirked giving my body a squeeze

"Whitey Winn! You unhand me this minute!" I demanded forcing his hands away putting space between us "you dirty. Underhanded. Little greenhorn. Explain yourself"

"I saw your ass. And I grabbed it. Can't blame me for takin' my opportunities darlin'" he smirked

So I slapped him "go bother someone else" o told him heading back to my counter

"Why would I go see anyone else? I've been locked up in the office away from my lil Angel all night ya can't blame me for gettin' a little handsy"

"Of you don't want anything whitey go home"

"Fine. I would like somethin'"

"Yes?"

"Box of shells"

"Alright" I grabbed the shells he always has sitting them on the counter "anything else?"

"Well, if your offerin'? I'll take a BJ in the stables"

"No whitey."

"Awww come on. Ya don't usually get so grumpy with me"

"Perhaps your simply being more annoying" I sighed holding out my hand waiting for my payment which he handed over so I began counting it up

"I might end up being a couple of coins short. If I am... I'm happy to pay ya the rest tonight" he winked 

"go on, Get" I told him putting the money away

"Fine. Grumpy Lil angel" He smirked giving my hand a kiss "I'll see ya later" he winked taking shells and heading out back into Labelle.