Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter One

                "Sara!" Judy yelled. She can be so annoying sometimes. I wonder why she's yelling this time? I walked out of my bedroom, still half dressed, in my bra and shorts. Towel-drying my hair I walked down the short hallway of our small apartment in Dallas, Texas. I had never wanted to live anywhere other than home. But my mama had told me that I needed to live somewhere- anywhere other than Nebraska. I grew up on the family farm on my dad's side, raising calves, taking them to the sale barn. Even though we had horses, we never took them to the rodeo. I'd always wanted to enter into the county rodeo, but my dad had always said it was a waste of time. It's in my blood and I've always loved Nebraska. The wind could be annoying at times, but one got used to it. I had grown up in Nebraska, the plains. The cattle. The beef. The horses. I've never wanted to leave. But again, it was a requirement by my mama.

I walked into the kitchen to find Judy, attempting to bake a cake. The oven was of fire. I calmly walked over to the cupboard.

"why are you so calm?" Judy squeaked. she obviously didn't know what to do. I opened the cupboard and brought out a big box of baking soda. I used it for cleaning, a trick my mama taught me that worked like a charm on bathtub and shower rings. I carried the box over to the oven and poured the entire box over the fire evenly. the fire quickly went out, Judy still screeching. I put the box in the trash, and wrote baking soda on the grocery list.

"how are you always so calm whenever something like this happens?"  last month, some random guy had followed Judy from the street when she was walking home from work. he had snuck into the house and tried to rape her. I had heard her crying and screaming, along with the deeper "hush" of the man. I had grabbed my baseball bat and walked into her room. when I switched on the light, he had looked up startled. I kicked him off of her and she had cowered behind me while I advanced on the strange man.  by that point, he saw my baseball bat and had been nervous. when I swung, and fractured almost three ribs though, that's when his face changed slowly to regret, and then terror. I had beat him unconscious and then used a zip tie to tie his hands together, and called the cops. almost all of the cops were men, and they had all been very impressed that I was the only one to take him on. some girls like to use a shotgun. not me. baseball bats are cheaper, and you don't need a license for it. I only use it in emergencies of course.

"I'm not sure. maybe because I have dealt with many of these things before." I said, thoughtful.

"and the rapist? have you dealt with one of those before?" I looked at her calmly.

"no. my daddy merely taught me how to fight. the right way to punch, the weak spots. i came up with the rest." i started to towel-dry my hair again.

"there's a wrong way to punch?" she asked confused.

"yes. when you make a fist, if you hit with the knuckles closer to your thumb, you risk breaking your fingers. you have to tilt your hand just enough to hit with the knuckles that are attached to your hand." i made a fist, and demonstrated by 'punching' my other hand in slow motion.

"are you ready to go yet?" Judy moved from topic to topic quickly.

"not yet. i need to get dressed, brush my teeth and finish drying my hair."

"ok, don't take too long, we have to stop by the bakery and get a cake." she sighed.

"i could have helped you." i reminded her. my grandma had taught me to bake just about everything. i would enter it in 4H and hope it went to state fair as a teenager.

"ya, well you know i don't like it when people offer their help after, i have already screwed it up." she called as i walked down the hall, back to my room. i chuckled. turning on my spotify playlist, which was full of AC/DC, halestorm, theory of a deadman, Luke Brian, Grethcen Wilson, George Strait, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith, and many more, i found my favorite T-shirt, pair of jeans, and good pair of boots. i have two pairs of cowboy boots. one of them is for work, they're more comfortable and sturdy. my show boots, are exactly as they say. they're for show.

i went to the mirror and put on my make up which was, eyeliner under my eyes, and mascara. that's it.

"ok, Judy, I'm ready to go!" i walked out to find three men standing in the kitchen, holding an unconscious Judy. i gasped and ran for my baseball bat, and heard one of them following me. i swung around with it and enough fury to take on an entire prison of escaping prisoners. i swung the bat and hit the man in the nose, breaking it, and knocking out several teeth. i barely had time to see the teeth falling to the floor right before their owner, before i had to dart into Judy's room. one of the men came down the hallway, and i was ready to jump out and swing the bat just as hard as i had the first time, but then i froze. i had heard a click. a gun. they had a gun with them. they aren't amateur. these guys mean business.

"come out and give us the baseball bat or we shoot your friend." one of them called. the one of the floor stirred. Shit! i had no choice but to surrender, even if it means my pride. i can't risk Judy's life for my pride. but then on the other hand, if Judy was unconscious, i would be fairly easy to jump out because they wouldn't have to have the gun trained on her to hold her still. what should i do? risk them shooting Judy, or surrender? who knows what they'll do if i surrender.

"we don't have all day." the man called impatiently.

"how do i know your not going to shoot us both anyway?" i called.

"because you haven't seen our faces. we have no need to shoot you. we didn't think you would still be home actually. we came for the things in the house. not you." that was a relief. if he was telling the truth that is.. risk Judy and jump out.. or surrender? i can handle myself even if they do take my baseball bat. i sighed. i was going to have to surrender. i poked my hand out with my baseball bat first. then i stepped out to see that they were all masked. but i could see their eye color and hair color. i took notes. attacker one; blonde hair green eyes. about 6' 2'' attacker two; dark brown hair with.. amber yes? about 6' 5'' and very muscular.

"see? i told you it was just another small girl." commented the blonde. red hot rage poured through me. but for the sake of Judy, i didn't do anything. i smiled. but they didn't say anything about not talking.

"I'm not just some small girl you bastard." i gave him the most evil look i could muster up. i kept my hands up with my bat held loosely in my right hand.

"stay there you bitch." i kept walking. i could see the guilt in his eyes. he didn't want to shoot me.

"i said stay there!"

"but how could i resist such a big strong, man?" i put emphasis on man. he looked flattered as i flirted with him giving him a bad girl come and get me look. i slowly walked towards him still, one step at a time.