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, after their failed heist on your ranch, Curly Bill and the boys dragged their feet back into camp just after dawn. The other Cowboys were still preparing for their separate runs when they turned to see Bill, Stilwell, and Barnes clumsily carry Ike towards his tent.
Billy Clanton galloped over to his older brother, who howled as the camp doctor attempted to pry off Ike's boot.
"What happened?! Is he alright?!" the younger Clanton barked with outrage.
Bill stepped forward and clasped Billy by the shoulder, "He was trying to help me get the drop on that little ranch I was tellin' everyone about. I was hoping that we could've caught the owner off guard, but that lil' vixen was ready and caught Ike by his toes."
"Well, where is she? Next time you head out, I'll go with you and finish the job myself." Billy insisted.
"Oh, don't mind Ike's belly achin'! He just stepped on a little fox trap, is all. If you wanna do good by 'im, just have him nurse a liquor bottle and he'll be sleepin' like a baby."
Billy's ice cold stare cracked into a smirk. There was no question in Curly Bill's mind of the love that the Clanton brother's had for each other. And his banter seemed to put Billy at ease.
The camp doctor poked and prodded at each of Ike's toes, much to his discomfort. Eventually, after torturing the exhausted Cowboy enough, he announced his prognosis, "I think you're very lucky, Mr. Clanton. A fox trap could very well break a man's bare foot, but seeing how rigid your boots are, I suspect that all you have is a very nasty bruise across it."
"Oh, is that all?!" Ike shouted at the doctor.
However, despite his outburst, it only led to the whole camp bursting into laughter.
"Don't be so sour, Ike!" Barnes shouted, "Just walk that thing off!"
"Yeah, Ike!" Stilwell hopped in, "We'll foot the doctor's bill for ya!"
Ike's face turned strawberry red as the camp cackled at his expense.
"Why you rotten pack of dogs!" Ike roared as he threw his boots at Stilwell and Barnes.
Billy waved off his brother's antics and turned back to Curly Bill.
"Sorry for getting so wound up earlier. Are you even plannin' on heading back?" The blonde Cowboy asked.
"I don't know, it don't seem all that worth it. Maybe once I get some shut eye, I'll join up with one of the other raids. We'll see."
"If you say so, boss." Billy shrugged as he chewed on his tongue.
"Well don't let me and Ike slow you down, Billy boy. I still need you, Johnny, and 'em to find us a way back into Mexico. We're all countin' on you." Curly Bill assured with a tip of his hat.
