Guns Blazin' [Hateful Eight FanFiction]

Guns Blazin'

"How about we put the gun down and talk about this first?"

"Oh come on, Jody! This is horse shit and you know it!" Jacklyn yelled.

"If there were any other way to get Marco and Grouch back, you know I wouldn't suggest it. Pete wasn't happy either when I talked to him about it." Jody continued to explain while he walked around their makeshift camp nestled in the forest a few miles from the sleepy town of Banner Elk.

"I would take Daisy and go, but our wanted sheets have already traveled this Far East. And who knew a town full of Ginsengers would be so heavily armed?"

"You know me and Pete don't get along. He won't get over the fact that I'm from the West End and he's from the East End." Jacklyn holstered her gun, knowing Jody didn't deserve her misplaced anger.

"I know you don't like it, Jack, but he has to be your partner for this. Y'all are the only two who can pull this off. Even if Daisy and me were available, you and Pete have a certain charm with people. Those town folk will take a shining to you in no time." Jody had always been able to rope Jacklyn into his crazy ideas.

It all began when Jack had made the mistake of pickpocketing Daisy while the gang was planning a train heist in Texas, sometime around late December.

The only one to see was Jody, so he excused himself from the gang and followed Jack back to what looked like an orphanage. She gave an elderly woman a bundle of money and a small bouquet of dried flowers. The woman hugged Jack tight and opened the orphanage's front doors. A small group of children rushed outside and tackled Jack. After a few moments she scooped up two small boys and carried them inside while the bigger children followed her.

Jody waited across the street for a few minutes while enjoying the cigarette he had lit while following Jack. She eventually exited the building and walked back the way she had originally come. As she passed by Jody, he grabbed her arm and spun her towards him. She discretely unhooked a knife from her belt, only to glance down and see Jody's pistol aimed at her belly. She sighed and put away her knife.

He holstered his piece and cleared his throat, "I think you took something that don't belong to you."

"I think you mistake me for someone who cares." Jack retorted.

"Oh I know you care about something, why else would you make a beeline for that rundown place?" Jody said as he motioned from where she just came.

"Look, if you want the money back I'll get you more, with interest." She huffed.

He chuckled and offered her one of his cigarettes, "What if, instead you help me and my friends on a little job we have planned?"

Jody lit her cigarette and Jacklyn took a puff.

"What kind of job?" She asked.

After that evening, Jody and Jacklyn became good friends. Jacklyn met up with the gang to help them on odd jobs when they needed an extra set of hands. She liked to stay off of lawmen's radars and was often mistaken for a young man while she was with the Domergue gang. Which in her opinion was just fine. This often helped her blend in when she wasn't working jobs. Her alter ego had become known as Jack "The Brit" Barlow.

She fit perfectly into the rag tag team, well, except for when it came to Pete Hicox. Her and Grouch bonded over their love for each other's horse. He loved her blue roan named Mordred and she loved his buckskin named Ace. She taught Marco the basics of playing a piano, at least when one was available. In turn he attempted to teach her Spanish, which as it turned out she was horrendous. Since Jack and Daisy were the only women in the group, it was easy for them to get along. They often ganged up on Jody and the others, making the guys buy them small trinkets or treats, nothing too opulent, but enough to get on the guys nerves.