Family (wynonna Earp fanfic.)

Purgatory pt2

"Well, either I'm sucking fumes out of the back of Willie Nelson's tour bus or Wynonna Earp just walked into my bar." The short balding man said as he saw an earp walk into his infamous bar.

"Hey, Shorty.How's business?" Wynonna asks.

"Mechanical bull broke a month ago. Chippendales' night was a bust. Not to mention this shit about a dead runaway. Rule number 1: You never get off the bus." Shorty joked as he poured two shots of whiskey one for Sam and the other for wynonna.

"I did." Wynonna said as she downed the drink.

"You were there? Did you tell the cops?" Shorty asked.

"That's why she's here she phoned it in anonymously." Sam spoke taking a seat.

"Uh-huh Two stints in juvie, a summer riding with the Banditos, and I'm still wanted for questioning in the Bleaker case. My relationship with law enforcement es un poco complicated." Wynonna told shorty.

"I gotta focus. I'm here for Gus, and Curtis.
Somebody knows what really happened to my uncle." She told Sam as Sam took slow sips.

"Where have you been, Wynonna?" One lonely bar man named Carl asked as earl and a group of rugged men walked in.

"As far from here as I could get." She said grimly before it clicked in her head and she turned around with a smirk towards champ.

"Lucky you. If I could leave Purgatory, I'd never come back. Why would Wyatt Earp choose to settle in this shithole? My money's on the deep genepool.
Well, maybe your great-great-grandpappy got a few lucky shots in at the OK Corral and fled before they found out he was a fraud. Didn't he marry a whore?" Carl asked in such a rude manner that it upset not only wynonna but Sam herself because she was good friends with Wyatt Earp being cursed has that effect on you.

"An actress actually.." Sam spoke before wynonna could speak.

"Oh, oh, shit! She's probably the one who gave Doug Holliday the clap that done him in." Carl spoke again clearly straying from facts that littered history knowing it would upset the young earp.

"Hahaha! Doc! Doc Holliday, dumb-ass. And it was tuberculosis that killed him, you ignoramus." Wynonna was now the one to speak first considering she hated when people spoke bad about her family.

"This coming from the pair of tits so insane, so cursed?" Carl spoke with a devious glint in his eyes.

"What did you say?" Wynonna asks now curious.

"Wynonna don't." Sam interjected knowing all too well what Carl was.

"Getting beat up by a girl again, Carl?" The one and only champ hardy asked as he waltzed over to the heated earp girl.

"Champ! My hero." Wynonna said sarcastically.

"Sweet." Champ said not understanding she used sarcasm.

"Listen, uh, I was hoping I could talk to you about what happened to my uncle." Wynonna poked finally getting to her reasons.

"Bring those lips, we can, uh, "talk" all night long." Champ flirted.

"You didn't pay me a second glance in high school." Wynonna replied.

"Hey, you were kind of a freak." Champ said in an honest tone not afraid to filter himself.

"You have no idea." Wynonna said under her voice and dam was thinking the same.

"Well Shorty lets you stay above the bar, huh?" Wynonna asked the young man that had the mentality of a child.