Once an Outlaw always an outlaw.
Coleman Murphy had played the field landing himself as the top gun Sheriff in Cheyenne County.
A pretty little thing by his side to marry and enough money to make the president sick.
However, his pretty condemned...
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Coleman and Abigail
"You were gone for a whole day Coleman I deserve the right as your wife to be concerned!" Abigail fussed pacing back and forth.
Coleman has developed quite the head ache because of her nonstop nagging. But he knew she had the right this time. He truly shouldn't have just up and left over night without a word. It definitely came off as suspicious. And he knows Abigail's extreme tendency to worry.
He didn't want to think about the consequences he would pay if she found out about he had a secret family before he was ready for anyone to know. This crazy woman would burn Cheyenne county to the ground in rage.
"Not tied down yet darlin don't overstep." He chuckled dryly making Abigail gasp offendedly. "Oh you-"
"Sheriff?" A knock on the front door was heard interrupting Abigail's whining. Coleman sighed in relief before getting up and walking to the door. He followed them a little farther so they were out of his fiancée's ear shot before nudging Stuart.
"What is the problem?" Coleman grumbled. "There's a redskin trespassin' and this one is definitely a violent savage. Should we just off him?"
Coleman clenched his jaw and shook his head. "No, just bring me to him." The man lead him to the cells where the native was kept. He was huddled in the corner away from them. He had a deep brownish skin tone with red undertones. He had decorative markings on him and paint. But his youthful face was what caught Coleman's attention.
It was just a kid. Coleman couldn't believe they were seriously threatened by this barely, adolescent native boy who looked more terrified than vicious. "He's a kid Stu."
Stuart looked at him not understanding. "With all due respect sheriff he is a savage and hurt two men trying to bring him here."
"He's a kid Stu." Coleman emphasized again with more emphasis. The young boy looked deeply into Coleman's eyes with less fear but with overwhelming curiosity. Coleman couldn't help but look at the kid and see his son. Malcom. He felt the overwhelming feeling to protect him. His paternal instincts rearing forward.
He imagined this was Malcom with his bright blue eyes and light brown skin looking right back at him. Expecting his father to blurt out no. Expecting his father to keep him safe from the evil people who desire to see him killed.
Is this the life he is going to be subject to? The type of treatment he's going to have to endure? Was Haseya right? Would Malcom really be better off without him?
Coleman felt annoyance, guilt, and pain rush through his veins as the boy became less of a stranger and more of Malcom in his eyes. "He's a kid Stu get him out of Cheyenne and let him go."
Stuart looked like he wanted to argue but one harsh look from Coleman had him bite it back. "Now."
