Blazing Gun Book 1 of series (Unedited)

Bad boys, Good?

Ryan's POV:

This was a bullshit call, and they knew it. They took me in cause I'm new to town and I have a couple priors. This is shit I thought I made my call but I didn't know if they were gonna show up. I been sitting here for the last couple hours in a cell.

"Hey copper, can I have a drink or something, maybe lunch," I asked the deputy sheriff.

He stood up and walked over to the bars, "y'all get shit when I say so," he said.

He walked over to the blond by the door and bent over talkin to her. He had her gigglin up a storm, probably fucking her too. The way he was touching her arm sure looked like it. He stood up finally and turned around looking at me.

He walked over pulling his chair with him, and sat down. "What's yer interest in Cassidy Jenson," he asked.

I looked up at him with a frown, "she's a good friend," I said.

"Hm, y'all need ta stay away from her she's been threw enough," he said.

"What the hell is it to y'all, you her man, huh, her boyfriend," I asked angered by his comment.

"No but I've known her forever, went to school with her, I wish I was but she done keep turnin me down," he says.

I shake my head, at his words he don't know her at all I think. "Ever think there's a reason fer that," I say.

He looks at me wondering where I'm goin with this and his lips open, this should be good. "Ya, I can protect her, better than anyone can," he says.

"Ha, ha, ya I bet ya can, with yer perfect world an badge, bet y'all go to church too, an your right in there with the perfects," I state.

"Church is somethin every one round here goes too, bet y'all think she's right into that bad shit huh," he said.

He stood up from the chair and grabbed the bars. "Only problem bein, she's a good girl, led down the wrong path, an the way I see it, your on the wrong sidea tha bars boy," he finished.

Moving his chair back to his desk with papers piled high and fancy computer. I look him down his pressed sheriff suit to his shiny boots. Shaking my head as I lay back down on the cot, I close my eyes thinking of her playful banter this mornin an the kiss in the dinner.

They all have her wrong, they don't know her at all, none of em do. Not that I do fully but what I do know is she's sick of there shit and talk, there proper crap. It all takes a tole on a heart that wants to be free.

Cassidy's POV:

Daddy checks the oil in my car and fills the gas tank. I sit eating my sandwich against the drivers door. Finally he walks over to me and slides his hands in his pockets the way Ryan would. His hair blowing in the breeze, "hmm, call me when ya get where yer goin ok pumpkin," he says.

I throw my crust over to the ducks and hug him tight. He puts his arms around me an kisses my head. "I will daddy," I say.

Stepping back he comes up with a right hook and taps my jaw with it. "I love you honey," he said.

"I love you too daddy," I say back.

He moves his hand and pushes my hair behind my ear. Moves his fingers to my chin an pinches it like he did when I was younger. "Be safe, there's money in the ashtray, and a spare in the trunk if ya need it," he informs me.

I hug him again an he kisses me on the cheek, letting me go he puts his hands on my shoulders. "Go find yer self baby girl, an grab on to it with both hands," he says with a smile.