Black Eyes (editing)

Chapter 18

"Ow not so hard." Haseya whined as she sat on Coleman's lap. They only had 17 hours left in their journey until they finally reached home to  get Malcom.

Haseya offered to teach Coleman how to do her hair so he could help maintain Malcom's. So she sat on his lap trying to teach him how to braid.

"If I don't do it tight it's going to come a loose." Coleman scolded her. "Coleman you can do it tight but you're literally ripping my scalp just lighten up a bit. My hair texture will hold it." She patted his thighs.

"Okay okay." He loosened his grip and Haseya sighed in relief. They sat like that for a while. Haseya rubbing his thighs and Coleman trying to get all her hair into one braid.

"Okay Mustang I think I got it." He sighed wiping a little sweat on his forehead. "You're so dramatic." She laughed before feeling her hair. "It feels pretty good Cole." She said impressed.

Coleman was impressed with himself. "See I'm multitalented but my fingers hurt like hell." He boasted. Haseya laughed turning around on his lap so that she was straddling him. "Now...what was this big bad secret you have to tell me. The one that kept you...away." She inhaled a little.

Coleman blew out a breath. "I was an orphan as you know. I vaguely remember my parents. All I know is growing up in Texas with my little brother. Life was pretty rough. Protecting June, Malcom and myself. Malcom got Polio and passed away and then it was just me and June. Until one day a very expensive fancy looking fella marched into the orphanage like he owned it." Coleman chuckled at the last part.

Haseya was very intrigued only hearing of bits and pieces of his life prior.

"Charles Murphy was his name. And he was my grandfather apparently. He instantly snatched me away from the orphanage but I begged him to take June and he did. He found her a home and I went to live with him in Cheyenne."

Haseya had a ringing of familiarity of the name Charles Murphy but waited for Coleman to finish.

"He taught me everything. How to be successful, how to ride a horse, how to shoot a gun. He was like the father I never had. We grew close and when I was 18 he told me he had to tell me something. He owned most of the Counties in the West. He had hit not only a gold mine but an oil fortune. And all that money was going to me." Haseya reared back in shock.

Coleman was sitting on a fortune? But how-

"Stop those gears beautiful I'll get there." He smiled he drew circles on her hips with his thumbs. Haseya nodded for him to continue.

"Charles kept me away from the public because he didn't want anyone going after me for money so he never let people in the house. He only trusted one person to come in the house while I was hidden away. And that person turned out to be his murder. Bobby Denver."

Now that was something. Abigails father murder Coleman's grandfather. She could see the pain in Coleman's face as he said his story. She took his hand had placed it on her heart and nodded for him to keep going.

One of the many things Coleman loves about her is that she is a very good listener when she wants to be.

"Bobby killed Charles I saw him do it while I was around the corner. I wanted to scream to attack him to do something but I was paralyzed. The only family I had left was killed." Coleman swallowed hard as emotions began to fill him again.

"I come to find that all his assets were taken by Bobby and he distributed them amongst his four other rich friends and they took over the West. What's rightfully my inheritance." He grit his teeth.