"𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍." - Reba McEntire. "Fancy". 1990.
🐻Fancy🐰Mike🐤Ness🦊Vanessa✨
In which, Francine Jenkins is a Yale pre law and criminal justice major completing her senior thesis...
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"Fancy don't you ever let a man make you think you can't do what you know you can do."
Momma J.
Oh how she missed her. Fancy sniffled, a tear falling down her cheek. "But they said I couldn't do it." "and you're gonna let that stop you?" Her mom countered. Fancy was silent.
"Just because a couple of Assholes-" "Momma!" "Well, yes! Those assholes! That's what they are, Fancy. Assholes." Fancy giggled and her mother handed her the Winchester Rifle once more. A family heirloom, it was. Passed down from father to son until Fancy's grandfather didn't have a son. He had her mother, resilient and stubborn but just as good a shot as any man, perhaps even better.
"But momma, Jacob up the road says-" "Says what? You tell me what he said." "He says I can't shoot any good. Especially not as good as he can."
"Fancy Marie Jenkins." Her mother's tone grew serious once more. "You take this gun, you prove that you can do anything that boy can. You take this gun, you shoot it and practice and when Jacob comes around again you scare the pants off that boy with just how good a shot you are." Her momma said with a wink down at her daughter.
"You make me proud now, Fancy, you hear?" Fancy nodded, a smile on her face to match her mother's as she clutched the antique gun in her fingers gingerly.
"Now you go show them boys what little girls are really made of." Her mother said.
"Gunpowder and lead."
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Fancy had never been so thankful for her mother. She had never been so thankful that in the months before her kidnapping her mother had taken time to teach her how to properly shoot the family shot gun. She didn't think it would ever serve her benefit, until now.
She shouldered a 34 rifle that had enough recoil to knock anyone who didn't know what the hell they were doing with it straight on their ass, and aimed it at the Rabbit's chest.
I guess you could say it was rabbit season, in that moment.
