Dishes and Dirt

4 (LAST PART)

John awoke to a cold bed, Wyatt had already gone to go about the morning's musings. They met again in the kitchen, to Mrs. Danbury nothing seemed to be amiss. John was visibly relieved by this fact. Wyatt and she were already sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating eggs.

"Glad you decided to join us," Mrs. Danbury smiled and winked at him, "I thought that if you were gone any longer the coffee would be colder than a dead man."

"Guess I was just having a good dream," He replied, looking at Wyatt who gave him a soft smile. This moment was observed by Mrs. Danbury.

"Well, I see you two are getting along better," She said with a light amount of humor in her voice.

"I guess we are," Wyatt said, still smiling. John sat down beside him and they ate breakfast. In the middle of it, Wyatt told Mrs. Danbury to take a break for the day and go get herself something nice in the neighboring town

After breakfast, Wyatt started washing the dishes and Mrs. Danbury set out. Wyatt felt John come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist, nestling his head in Wyatt's neck while he did so. They swayed back and forth for a little. Wyatt put up the last dish, leaned his head back on John's shoulder, and exhaled.

"How did I ever get here?" Wyatt said.

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but your horse got stolen," John said with a chuckle. Wyatt turned himself around and pulled John into an embrace.

"Lord, I don't deserve you," John murmured.

"Well, you've got me." It was one of the unsaid things between the two men, that they were ultimately in it together. In matters of actions, they were the same, in the ways love tended to the souls of every surrounded person. With unsaid small things, this would become noticed to each other. It was quiet and nice.

"John," Wyatt said in a serious voice, "I'm scared."

"'Bout what?"

"Sam," He let out in a sigh, "He said he would be back."

"Well, I guess we just might have to deal with that," John said, and it helped. His relaxed voice and casualness said it all. They would be fine, and that was just the truth.

In the coming week, they came up with a plan. Through a city meeting the plan was orchestrated.

That day they organized a town meeting and came up with a plan. John was right, it was going to be fine.

Right as John and Wyatt went to bed for the night there was shooting. It was Sam. He was back and with his rowdy bunch to make a scene. At the sound of the shots they promptly ran out and were met by his people

. They were waving guns around and shooting bullets into the sky.

"Well, Wyatt, where are ya?" Sam yelled out, "We're here to get ya!"

John and Wyatt listened through the open window and looked at each other.

"I guess it's go time," Wyatt said. John, understandingly, nodded and ran to a string fixed upon the window and pulled. This triggered hundreds of bells that were fixed upon the buildings all around the town.

"What the hell," Sam muttered. He and his men looked around completely startled at what was happening. All of the townsfolk appeared sporting guns, cocked and ready, in windows, on porches, on roofs, all around.

Wyatt walked into the middle of the town, gun in hand, right in front of the men.

"Sam, I think we have you cornered," Wyatt said, cocking a grin as he did so, "I can see you're about to make it in your pants so, I suggest you keep away from this town and its people. Now, you can leave this town in one piece or, you can leave it full of holes in a potato sack. It's your choice, and I think you can make the right one."

"Why should I even believe you would do anything," A bullet whizzed past his head. After this happened, they ran off. They weren't the ones shooting that time.

John ran out and down to Wyatt and grabbed him in a hug. It was short, so as to not raise suspicion, and pleasant. He turned to the people in the buildings and said, "I think it's safe to say we did it. I want to thank all of the people here for helping keep our town safe. To everyone, thank you!" This was met with a crowd of cheers.

After a while almost everyone went to bed, which left John and Wyatt, alone. They were embracing in their bedroom and John was quiet.

"What are you thinking about?" Wyatt said.

"Why did Sam know you?"

"To start, I knew him in school and didn't really talk to him at all. An' a few years back his gang came 'round my hometown and started mucking things up; so, I tried to stop him. I ended up getting him outta town but he threatened to tell everyone what I was and I was scared. So, I skipped town and never really settled down, well, until now." There was a hearty pause that followed this.

"Y'know I didn't like you when you first came around. You scared the hell outta me, I'd never thought I'd see someone like James again."

"James?" Wyatt asked.

"He was the first person I ever really...liked. You were so much like him. I was so scared to fall in love with you. I don't know what I was ever scared of." He let out a small laugh.

"You always beat me to the good things." Wyatt replied, "I don't ever know what to say with you." John held him tighter.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, but, I think you know that." John leaned up and kissed him. After a while of kissing they dissolved into a giggling mess on John's bed.