The Wild West (Izzy Stradlin)

Chapter one: L.A meets Texarkana

Jimmie walked down the street, a cigarette between two pink lips, and a cowboy hat on her head. A bag of her belongings was thrown over her shoulder and a saddle was held on her hip. She was thankful it wasn't too heavy, but it clinked with each step as her bridal and reins swayed.

Stares were sent her way as she was in the middle of busy L.A with no ranch or farm in sight. She was still miles away from those. Each time she would ask someone how to get to the Mill Creek ranch, she would be met with strange glances and a half assed answer.

Jimmie sighed deeply as she was growing annoyed with the town she was in and when she spotted a group of men who looked like they knew the place, she told herself this would be her last try to get some information out of someone.

"'Scuse me." She called out to them, her accent coming out thick. All five of them turned to her with confused glances. "Y'all know how to get to the Mill Creek ranch?" She asked them as she shifted her saddle on her hip.

The men looked to each other in confusion. Jimmie stared at them expectantly with a huff. "Do y'all not understand what the fuck I'm sayin'? Is that why I haven't gotten any directions to this god forsaken fuckin' ranch? Christ." She mostly talked to herself, but the men in front of her still heard.

"Do you know what she's saying?" Wondered a blonde with fluffy hair. "No." A redhead shook his head.

"Are y'all dumb or somethin'?" Jimmie wondered bluntly as she looked around. "Do you speak English?" Wondered another blonde, much taller than the other one. "'Course I fuckin' do. That's what the fuck I'm speakin'." Her lips curled as she slightly argued back to the man.

"Where're you from?" Wondered a man with a mop of curly black hair. "Texarkana." She answered them. They all looked at each other again, a few laughing in disbelief. "Did you make that up or something?" Asked the man with the curly mop of hair.

Jimmie's brows furrowed. "Fuck no. You've never been to Texas or Arkansas?" She wondered. "No, we've been. Just never to whatever the hell you said." Said the redhead.

"You're down the river." She muttered as she looked around from under her hat. "So, gonna tell me how to get to the Mill Creek ranch or stand around with your fuckin' thumbs up your asses?" She wondered and got more laughs out of disbelief. These men have never heard a woman with such a mouth.

"We don't know where that's at." Said the last man who had yet to say anything. He was lanky with pitch black hair. Jimmie scoffed as she sat her saddle down to give her arm a break. "I thought this one was mute with the way he stood and stared." She snorted and took her hat off her head to fix her hair.

It was dyed a pretty copper red, but her roots were slowly growing into her natural hair color which was a dark brown. "Never heard of Texarkana or the fuckin' Mill Creek ranch and y'all are from here. It's in California. Is this not California?" She wondered with her brows raised as she ran her fingers through her short, shoulder length hair. The men could see her ears covered in piercings and just noticed the glimmering stud in her nose.

"No, it's California. But it seems you're far out of your way from your destination." Pointed out the "mute". "Well no fuckin' shit." She clapped back to him with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand.

"Damn. You've got a fucking mouth on you lady." Muttered the tall blonde. Jimmie rolled her eyes at him. "So y'all seriously don't know where this ranch is?" She wondered for one last time. They all shook their heads and she sighed and picked her saddle back up.

"You're better off to find a map." Said the mute man. "Thanks for all the shit help." She muttered and went off, lighting her cigarette as she went. Smoke billowed out from under her hat as her light grumbles could still be heard.