The Outlaw

(Chapter 3)(help of a jewel)

(Chapter 3)(help of a jewel)

(Julianna's p.o.v)

I heard a horse ride into town . I walked outside and saw a guy passed out on the ground and his horse I supposed ; sniffing him. He had and arrow through his thigh. I walked closer, it was late so everyone was asleep in their homes. I looked at him and I realized he was the outlaw who had complemented my beauty.
I pulled him off the ground and dragged him into the house and I put him in my bed. I grabbed some cloth and alcohol. Then I began to pull the arrow out of his leg and it was finally out.
He started to come too.
He opened his eyes. "Don't panic ". I say. He looked at me.
"I'm gonna have to take your pants off to clean your wound Brantley " I say. "Wait what the hell'd you just call me!" He says his eyes becoming angry.
"Brantley, because that's your name dear. " I say. "My names Brant!" He says correcting me.
"That's your outlaw name sweetheart". I say. "Dear, sweetheart, what the hell you think this is?!" He says aggravated . "I think that if you want my help you'll behave". I say giving him a look.
"Be still , I gotta take your pants off to get to the wound".
I say. He was still kinda fading out cause of the pain. "You know I'm not whore don't just take my pants off , kiss me first baby, I'm not a cheap whore baby." He says. I rolled my eyes. I covered his junk with his shirt.
"Behave remember what I told you". I say. "It hurts , don't touch me!" He says when I went back to stitching. "Very well then". I say walking away from him about to exit my room.
"No baby I'm sorry don't leave me I need your help baby please don't leave ". He pleads. I growled. I sat down , and continued to stitch his leg back together . It wasn't that bad.
He groaned when I wrapped it up carefully . "There see that wasn't so bad huh". I say.
"It hurts". He says. He passed out again. "I know". I say to his unconscious form.
I pulled the bed sheets up and laid down. I was wearing my night gown. I woke late that night feeling his hand on my bare thigh. My dress had rode up on me during the night. His rough hand was so warm. I placed his hand on his side of the bed and scooted away from him, to fall back asleep.