Cowboys And Angels

Chapter 7

Bonnie sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she worked effortlessly on the ranch. Her demeanor had sunk slightly and she seemed much more withdrawn. She glanced over at the gate... Hoping to see John riding through, though she knew that hoping for something so ridiculous was more than foolish. John had been gone for about a week and she worried constantly. John had an undesirable and rather dangerous job to do...

"Bonnie!" Drew snapped and Bonnie jumped, turning her attention over as her father approached.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy, what is it?" She asked.

"What's goin' on with you? Ever since that outlaw boy left you've been aloof... Did you become smitten with him or something?" He scoffed and Bonnie's face scrunched up.

"No." She spat, and her expression was enough to keep her father from prying.

"Well... Amos and the farmhands need your help with the cattle, ours got mixed up with another ranch we need to separate them." Drew explained and Bonnie groaned.

"What do we pay those boys for?" She grumbled and quickly began walking towards her horse.

Riding out, she replayed her father's words in her head, had she been aloof? She didn't remember being despondent but she was definitely depressed.

"Help!" A sudden call broke her concentration and Bonnie pulled back roughly on her reigns.

Looking over and noticing a tipped stagecoach she raised her brows and quickly kicked her horse in the direction. When she arrived she saw a man on the ground, a black eye and trying to get up.

"S-Sir oh my gosh what happened?" She asked as she quickly dismounted her horse and kneeled by him, helping him sit up.

"Some goddamn bandits... M-Made off with my horses and my money..." He groaned and coughed as Bonnie looked him over for other injuries.

"What's your name?" She then questioned as she gently touched his eye, watching him shrink away slightly.

"... Charles." He replied and allowed her to gently feel for any chips in his skull.

"Looks like you've busted a blood vessel..." She muttered.

"W-What's your name, Miss..?"

"MacFarlane... Bonnie MacFarlane." She muttered.

"That's interesting... Woulda thought you might've said Marston... Seeing how cozy you are with him." The man said and Bonnie paused, glancing at the other's face a sudden smirk plastered on his lips.

"... How do you..?" She murmured suddenly standing and reaching for her weapon.

"Don't even think about it." Charles hissed and stood, the stagecoach doors flying open and four more men climbing out.

Fuck.

"W-What do you want with me?" She asked shakily.

"... Drop it." Charles demanded, pointing to her weapon as three more guns were trained on her. "Drop it!" He snarled and Bonnie jumped but slowly reached down and took ahold of her pistol and tossed it towards him. "... Seems you and our old friend... Been getting a little close hm?" He asked and Bonnie pinched her lips shut in a thin line. "You seem to be at least... Him walkin' out of your house at all hours of the night... Walkin' out in your undergarments... He fuckin' you?" He asked and Bonnie took a breath.