"To thine own self be true" Yellowstone fanfiction

chapter 7 "goodbye Earl"

2018

I stood in the barn watching rip clean out a stall around midnight. I leaned on the stall wall with my hand on my hip. "That hasn't been your job in 20 years" I tease as rip looked over chuckling. "Yeah I guess you're right. Thinkin I'll need a stall boy pretty soon"
"Mmm yeah. Someone real fucked up. Like you were. Like..like a granny from a nursing home. Heard them bitches can fuck! STDs flying everywhere. Give them cowboys the itchies!" I smirked. Rip laughed as he began to put things away. "No no. A junkie actually. I was thinking a junkie" I faked a pout "well now I'm gonna have to hide my stash real well that's inconvenient for me!" He smirked at me as he hung up a shovel. "A friend of your father asked if he could straighten up his grandson. He agreed. I'll be getting him tomorrow"
"Hm... Sounds like you'll have to threaten the guy. It ain't easy to sober up for free" rip chuckled once more as he ran his hand on my shoulder. "See ya in the morning twitty" he sighed tiredly as he walked past me out of the barn doors. "Night honey" I looked at the ground as I thought for a moment. I then turned around to look at rip. "hey" we both said at the same time as we both turned around to face one another. We laughed at our coincidence. "You first" he says. "I was just gonna say that uh...that I'm real proud of the man you've become rip. You've worked your ass off to be where you are now" I smiled softly at him. He gleamed a grin at me. "what were you gonna say" he looked down for a moment he shook his head "yeah nope. I forgot"

"Bullshit" I snickered as I closed up the barn. "Have a good night twitty" he says sweetly. "Good night June bug" as I watched him walk into the bunk I was greeted by Fred, one of the cowboys. "The hell was that flirting for?" I lit a cigarette furrowing my eyebrows at him. "whatcha mean?" I questioned with a cig in my mouth. "You were flirting with hot shot over there"

"Definitely not" I laughed to myself. "You calling me stupid? Like I didn't just see that shit?" I gave him a dirty look "get over your fuckin self Fred. You're too insecure for your own good you know that? It's every fuckin day! Somthin new!" I started to walk away before he yanked my arm back to him. "get your hands off me!" I yanked my arm off. "Damn it Fred! This is why I fuckin hate you!" He grabbed me again but harder. "You don't hate me! You love me! You'd just rather fuck around with everyone else you know" I clawed at his grip on my wrist. "Leave me alone! I broke up with you! Can't you see that! Get it through your skull!" He smacked me across my mouth. I looked up at him with fear filled anger. "You think that fuckin bothers me Fred! We're done! Broken up!" He grabbed my throat gripping hard. "We ain't over" he shook me "we ain't over till I say we're over! You hear me!? Hear me!!?" I clawed my nails into his wrist and hands trying to get him off my throat. I felt my throat close in-between his palms. He let go before I breathed a long compressed breath of air. "youre a fuckin Maniac! You're a fuckin wack job Fred"

"Keep fucking talking twit! Keep talkin! I'll make sure that pretty little mouth of yours can't move no more!"

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The next morning it hurt to wake up. my throat was so bruised. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean I can't work. So I got up, got dressed then stepped outside as my cattle dog Waylon followed. I whistled as he bolted like the wind in my direction. "Twitty! Need your help!" Lee calls from across the drive. I stopped in my tracks and followed to him. "What's going on?"
"There is an issue on the rez that consist of our herd wandering" I put my hands on my hips then sighed. "Alright let's go." I whistled to Waylon as he followed quick on his feet hopping into my truck.

When we arrived there were a dozen men dozens of reservation officers, along with the one and only Robert long. I walked up the edge of the red line staring him in the eye. "Look who it is. Ain't it the neighborhood whore" Robert giggled. I made a talking motion with my hand "all talk Robby. No fuckin action. Anyways. Them cattle ain't your property. They're mine"

"Ya see darlin this is my fuckin land you're steppen on! So I suggest you back the fuck up. Them cows are mine now" Robert scowled as he aimed a gun at my chest. The cowboys behind me scuffled through the dirt and gravel, all aiming their guns at each other, the officers did the same. Lee stood beside me with a gun aimed at Roberts head. "Would you look at that" Robert smirked as he moved my shirt open with the tip of the gun reviling the scar between my breast. I wasn't scared of death let alone being at the end of a gun held by an insecure man. I smirked "I don't remember that on your sexy little body" I giggled as I aimed his gun up at my head. "I don't remember you being able to see my 'sexy little body' Robert. Keep your eyes in the prize baby" he stared me down with his gun cocked and loaded, That until my father flew down from the helicopter telling everyone to stand down. Lee shifted Infront of me to block me from being taunted by the devil. I stepped back as I watched my father from afar. "You know twitty. I do miss those late night blowies you used to give out" Robert laughed along with his buddies. lee gritted his teeth. "And I bet she misses those good ol punches to the face too" lee growled. "You're gonna sit here and tell me she didn't deserve them? Looks like someone else has been doing that for me ain't that right miss twitty" Robert snickered. "That's alright lee. He's just reminiscing, cause he knows he has to go home to an alcoholic whore. He misses me" I smirked. Robert held his gun up again "you better shut your fuckin mouth" I laughed aloud.
"Heard you ain't even sure if them brown babies of yours are even ya know...YOURS" Robert shoved past lee. Lee was quick to react. He shoved Robert back into his quote on quote 'LAND'. "Enough!" I stood back Infront lee between him and Robert. "Why don't you head on home Robert. I'm sure your wife Samantha left a floor filled with empty cans and bottles. she may need a beatin to learn not to drunk Infront of the damn kids!" he went to jump at me but we were all called to retreat back home. I walked backwards watching Robert. "Watch your backs Dutton!" I smirk as I glanced over at lee. "Yeeeahhh lee! watch it Dutton!" I Snickered as I looked down at my phone at rip calling. I pick up as I walked to my truck "yep?"

"Just wanted to know if you wanted to come get this kid with me?"

"Aweee do you miss me Mr wheeler? You want me to tag along"

Rip scoffed in a chuckle "yeeeeah! That's it. Do you wanna come or not?"

"Yeah asshole. I'll be there shortly. I'm just finishing up a few things" I hung up the phone squinting up over at lee. "Twitty...is...uh...is Fred hitting you?" He questioned. I coked my head at his question. "That's ridiculous" lee pointed to the bruise on my throat and the small cut on my lip. "Is it twitty? Wouldn't he the first time" I shook my head "no baby, I got in a wrangling match wit ha bull the other night. Just as rip. He'll tell ya. Quit worrying about me all the time honey" I rubbed his arm. "I just...don't want to see history repeat itself"

"I'd history did repeat itself..." I pointed at his stomach "I'd be patching you up again right about now"

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