they're just blowing smoke,
i'll say what they won't,
i know everything they don't.
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛,
ruby miller can always sniff out when things are too good to be true. her stepfather, ward cameron, is one of them.
𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥...
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Season I. Ch VII.
just a flesh wound; here's your rifle.
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"You're gonna fucking kill us!" ruby screeches as john b stops his van directly in the path of the fast approaching plane. she turns, bracing for an impact that never comes.
when nothing happens, rue and john b slowly look up to see the plane had abruptly stopped not two inches from the van. the teens climb out, meeting an angry ward cameron on the tarmac, "are you trying to kill her?" he rushes towards john b, "what are you trying to do, you trying to get us killed?"
"i need the gold ward!" the teen barks, unafraid.
ward spies ruby hiding begin the older boy. "ruby, what the hell are you doing with him? you can't be here! go home!"
"don't tell me what to do." rue steps forward, arms crossed defiantly. "just give him the gold and sarah."
"no! no!" the older cameron girl hops out of the plane as if on cue, rushing towards her boyfriend. "john b!" she places both hands on his face and rue would gag under any other circumstance. "john b, you're okay. i—"
ward lunged forward, pulling her away. "get away from him."
"no!" sarah cries, "don't touch me!" she yanks herself out of his grip, leaning into john b. "and don't tell me what to do." john b holds out an arm, placing sarah behind him with rue. the blonde exhales in relief at the sight of her step-sister, "ruby! you're okay." she pants, wrapping protective arms around the younger girl. rue shoves her off but stays close to the older teen nonetheless. not because she's afraid; sarah needs her protection.
sirens sound as sheriff peterkin pulls onto the tarmac. ward smirks. "you think this changes anything? it doesn't."
peterkin climbs out of her vehicle, handcuffs out."put your hands on your hand."
ward gestures to john b, "i'd do what she said, kid."
ruby smirks, stepping out from behind the boy. "she's talking to you, ward."
her stepfathers face drops and he turns around as peterkin draws her gun. "you're under arrest for the murder of big john routledge."
sarah and ruby both gasp as ward grows angry. "are you kidding me, sue?"
peterkin does not back down, raising her voice. "put your hands on your head!" ward complies. "turn around! drop to your knees!" once he's in the ground, the sheriff pocket her weapon and pulls out handcuffs. "i don't like being used. i've waited a long time for this."
