Whitey Winn One Shots

Deal

Whitey sat at the sheriff's desk reading over his little magazine, rolling a bullet between his fingers. The sheriff was out god knows where again so whitey was looking after the place on his own. And as it happened a young lady rode into town today and whitey soon connected her to one of the wanted posters from the state. So he had locked her In a cell and taken her belongings, making sure to keep an eye on her, she was understandably pouting.

"Cosy?" He smirked,

she huffed and didn't answer

Whitey looked up from his magazine, a hint of amusement dancing across his face. "Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a feisty one," he said with a chuckle, setting the magazine aside. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded Y/n with a curious expression. "Don't reckon you're too fond of bein' locked up, huh?"

"Why would I." She snapped,

Whitey grinned, showing off a row of dirty teeth, "Ah, spirit! I like that. Though, I gotta warn ya, sugar, you're gonna have to calm down if ya wanna get outta there anytime soon." He stood up from his chair, sauntering over to the cell door. He leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed at Y/n with a lazy smile. "Now, why don't ya tell ol' Whitey what's goin' on? What'd you do to land yourself on a wanted poster?"

she sighed "...shot my husband."

Whitey's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure "Oh, now that's a story worth hearin',"

"my daddy sold me off to marry the local farmer cause he couldn't pay for his damn pigs. Man was three times my age and as rancid as a dead mule. I endured two weeks of his perverted shit before I walked to the saloon and put a bullet in his cock"

Whitey's eyes widened slightly at Y/n's graphic description, but he quickly regained his composure, a sly grin spreading across his face. "That takes guts, darlin'," he said, leaning back against the wall as he regarded Y/n with a newfound respect. "You're either mighty brave or mighty stupid," he added, his voice low and husky, "but I reckon it's probably a little bit of both." He paused for a moment, studying Y/n's face before continuing, "I've heard stories about folks like ya daddy, sellin' their daughters off like cattle," his voice dripped with disgust, "But I never thought I'd meet someone who actually took matters into their own hands."

"man was a slimy old pervert and he tied me to the fence posts just so he could rape me without me running off. He got what he deserved!"

Whitey's grin turned wicked, and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I reckon he did," He leaned forward, his eyes locked intently on Y/n's face.

"I've seen some nasty things in my time, sweetheart, But what you went through...that's just plain evil. Now, I'm not gonna turn ya loose yet," he said, his tone firm but gentle, "but I can offer ya a deal."

Y/n hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she considered Whitey's proposal. "What kind of deal?"

Whitey's eyes crinkled at the corners as he flashed a charming smile. "Well, darlin', I reckon you've got spirit, And I like that in a woman. I can give you protection," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, "From the law, from ya daddy...from anyone else who might come after ya Just promise me one thing Ya gotta let me take care of ya."

she moved closer her hands gripping the metal bars "and how exactly would you take care of me?"

Whitey's eyes roamed over Y/n's face, drinking in every detail as he reached out to gently grasp her wrists, his fingers intertwining with hers through the bars. "I'd take care of ya like ya deserve Like a man should treat the woman he loves." His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, "I'd feed ya till you're plump and pretty, And I'd keep ya safe from harm. I'd show ya what it means to be loved, truly loved. And I'd make ya feel like the queen of this whole damn town."

"and what would you ask for in return?"

Whitey's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear "I'd ask for anything you're willing to give," he whispered, his voice husky and seductive, "Your heart, your soul...your body. But most importantly, I'd want your love. For real love, Y/n, Not just sex or comfort or protection... But true love."

"your a very forward little deputy aren't ya?"

Whitey's grin spread wide across his face, showcasing a hint of mischief and a dash of arrogance. "Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart," he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence, "I'm not just forward, I'm downright reckless," he smirked, When it comes to women like you, I don't play games. I go straight for what I want And right now, what I want is you."

"So you set me free? Tear up my wanted poster? And keep me safe from anyone who would come after me? For my devotion, my love?"

"That's right,"

"then I agree to your purposal on one condition."

Whitey's eyes lit up with excitement as he leaned in closer to Y/n, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's the condition, darlin'?"

"when you say you'll treat me like a queen I expect it. And if you start lacking we'll have a problem. You gotta marry me and treat me proper. And if you so much as look at another ladies ankle... Well... I think we both know what I'll do to you."

Whitey's grin faltered for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before a slow smile spread across his face "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with amusement, "You're a feisty one, ain't ya?" He chuckled, the sound low and husky, "I reckon I can live with that," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "Marry ya, treat you like a queen...I reckon I can handle that. And as for looking at another lady's ankle... Oh, I reckon I can promise ya that, No other lady's ankles will catch my eye, I'll be too busy gazing at yours."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He winked, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he pulled her close. "I'll make you a deal. If you'll marry me, I'll build us a life together here in La Belle. We'll fix up the old homestead on the outskirts of town, And raise a family of our own."

"your really a in or a quarter in for a dollar kinda guys aren't ya?" She chuckled

"a quarter in for a dollar is a mighty fine investment strategy if ya ask me." He chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he leaned in closer to Y/n. "But I reckon I'd be willing to put my money where my mouth is,"

"So that's the deal? You let me out of here and make me your wifey? Get us a little house and little babies?"

Whitey's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded vigorously, a wide grin spreading across his face. "That's the deal, darlin'" He exclaimed, his voice full of enthusiasm. "I'll give ya the world, and I mean it." He pulled back, his gaze burning with intensity as he looked at Y/n. "A little house on the outskirts of town, a big ol' porch swing, and a whole passel of kids running wild in the yard." He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"... deal." She smirked "So? What's my last name then?"

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as he grinned from ear to ear "Winn," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Y/n Winn." He pronounced it like a promise, his eyes shining with happiness. "You're gonna be Mrs. Whitey Winn, And I'm gonna make sure you're the happiest woman in all of La Belle"

"I'll hold you to that," she smirked pulling him into a intense kiss, "Now be a good hubby and unlock the door,"

"Yes darlin'" He chuckled,