Ray Family

Chapter 3: Dalton gets a little help

Dalton went home with Maverick later that afternoon. They walked along the old dirt road to Maverick's house in silence. Anne Maverick's wife was outside their cabin washing clothes in a bin.

"Pa!" Kent Maverick's youngest son yelled running out the cabin toward his father. Maverick stopped walking and picked up Kent, he protectively held him and kissed him on his forehead. Kent was 5 and very, very smart for his age, especially in this time period. "Pa, I learned somethin' new today." Kent excitedly yelled. Maverick still in a bad mood asked "What'd you learn Kent?" "That I love you, more and more everyday." Kent said in his most cute voice. Maverick chuckled and kissed him again on his forehead. "I love you to Kent." Kent looked a lot more like Maverick than Anne. Except Kent had bleach blond hair, and grey eyes.

Anne was more common, blue eyes, blonde hair, but still beautiful. Maverick put down Kent and walked straight into the the cabin. Walking past his wife and leaving behind Dalton, "Howdy there little man." Anne said giving him one of those motherly hugs. Dalton just looked down shrugging, "You helpin' Maverick out today?" Anne asked trying to start a conversation. "We'll not exactly, I-" Dalton was cut off by a loud slam and Maverick walking outside with a strap in his hand. Dalton looked around to see if anybody else was outside, but when he turned back he saw that Maverick was walking toward him.

"Come here! You deserve a damn good lickin' for all that damn trouble you caused me!" Maverick yelled. Dalton's eyes grew wide and he ran behind Anne hoping that he would save her. "Don't hide behind her! Anne can't save your lil ass!" Maverick yelled trying to grab Dalton who kept turning around when Anne did. "Now hold on Maverick! What in the hell has this boy done?!" Anne asked protectively pushing Dalton behind her. "None your business Anne now move!" Maverick was more angry than he was before, he wanted to beat him like the little punk he was.

When Maverick saw that Anne wasn't moving he threw down the strap and walked back into the house angry. Anne moved from Dalton and smiled weakly at him going back to her chores. Dalton who was holding his breath for what seemed like 10 minutes let out a huge sigh. Dalton was stressed out he needed some help. That's when he thought of something brilliant. Dalton walked all the way on the other side of town to Paisley his older sister, when he got to her home she was outside feeding her horses. "Paisley! I need your help! Please." Dalton begged. Paisley turned and noticed a different look on his face, she put down the hay and walked up to Dalton instinctively. "What's wrong Dalton?!"

"I need a gun." Dalton said turning back to his normal self. "What?" Paisley asked with a frown. "Boy!" She yelled hitting him upside the head. "Ow! Please?" He asked again. "Hell no!" She yelled again. "Please Paisley you don't understand! I need a gun." Dalton got on his knees and started to beg. "Gone on home!" She yelled again picking up the hay. Dalton sighed hard and frown, he knew she wasn't gonna budge, "Paisley, please I'll do anything! Anything at all."

"Damnit Dalton I said no!" Paisley yelled before walking inside her house. Dalton frowned the perked up thinking to himself, 'Wait the Cutters don't even know it was me who killed that man! So they ain't gonna kill me, I don't even think they'll miss him, he was probably just another one of they're lackey.' Dalton smiled and walked back to his home. When he walked up to the property his mom was outside hanging up clothes, he walked up to his mom with no worry. "Howdy Ma." He said with his voice cracking a bit. Charlotte turned back, confused she frowned. "Dalton! What're you doin here boy!"