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.
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Hours later you returned home with high spirits. All the usual customers arrived with cheerful attitudes and hardly any drunken shenanigans were made. You enclosed the door to your home and as you started towards your room, you saw Doc sitting in one of your chairs in the living room. The dim light from a nearby candle painted him in a ghastly appearance. Though you could barely see him, you could make out his cold gaze towards you, even without such an expression present.
"John, what are you doin' up at this hour? You need to rest with your condition, you know?" You asked as you carefully approached the chair adjacent to Doc.
"How courteous," Doc chuckled as he crossed his legs, "but I'm fine, thank you. I was hopin' to have a short word, if you don't mind."
Your eyes closed tightly and your lips pinched even tighter. That brother of yours just wouldn't let up. A small forced smile graced your lips as you motioned Doc to continue.
As he lightly dabbed the sweat from his face, he said, "Perhaps I had not made myself as clear. I am only lookin' out for your safety."
"Whatever do you mean? I thought we were both plenty clear on our stances when you told me how you felt about my friend earlier today."
"I admit I was a bit unreasonable, but that was because I was so caught off keister. Even you'd have to agree, for someone like Johnny Ringo to step through your front door like that, would be a shock to anyone."
You squint one eye as you asked, "Oh? You were just shocked, is all? So you don't mind my friendship with Johnny, then? Now that the shock has worn off?"
"Now wait just a moment-"
"Hmph," you quickly cut to the point, "just as I thought, we are in the exact spot we left ourselves in earlier, John. I had hoped, despite my better judgment, that you had come to be civil as a guest in my home."
"Why, Dear Sister, I have the utmost intentions to be civil, all I am askin' is for you to reconsider your relationship to that Johnny Ringo."
"John Henry Holliday, what is the matter with you? It's not as if we're married or somethin'!"
"Sister, I have the consumption, not blindness. I was in town and I saw the way you both were meanderin' about."
Your teeth boor into your bottom lip, "Meanderin'?! You damn, dullard, he was walkin' me to work like he always does! You'd know that if you didn't make a fool out of yourself and me!"
Doc's stern glare broke with a subtle shift of the eyes. The thick air rang in your ears as you both sat in utter silence.
Doc wetted his chapped lips as he finally said, "Perhaps I made an error of judgment."
"To put it lightly, for sure." You replied, barely containing both your righteousness and exasperation.
Doc ascended from his seat as he sighed, "I'd prefer if you didn't see him, entirely. He's very dangerous, after all."
