Fighting For My Soul

Looking for Trouble

Raylan sped into a spot right behind Boyd's truck throwing rocks and dirt everywhere. Neither Boyd, nor Liz were anywhere to be seen. He cussed under his breath knowing one of them was probably going to get into trouble or get themselves killed. He didn't like Boyd but he felt a little peace knowing he wasn't that far behind Liz. He ditched his badge to the passenger seat of the car then made his own way up the path to Noble's Holler.

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Liz was up a bit on the road and decided to stray off the common path. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. She just wanted to get to Quarrels and leave as fast as possible. She sat in the bushes staking out the place watching for any sign of Quarrels. She had her gun drawn and ready to fire at the first given opportunity. That's when she saw him, he came out of the diner with a grin that made Liz's blood boil. She wanted nothing better to do then to wipe it right off his smug face. She raised herself up aiming her weapon. Before she could pull the trigger, someone grabbed her from behind covering her mouth. They pulled her over backwards. She was pinned to the ground and when she looked up at her attacker, she saw it was Boyd Crowder. He put a finger to his lips telling her to be quiet. He took his hand off her mouth and she scurried back glaring at him.

"What the hell Boyd!" she hissed.

"You expect to just shoot a man and get away scot free up here?" he asked her.

"As long as no one sees me," she argued.

"This is Noble's Holler Marshal," His voice stern, "you're playing by a different set of rules up here. Don't think Limehouse won't track you down either."

"I don't need your help Boyd!" I was all she could do to keep her voice down.

"I know these people and Limehouse's way," Boyd said, "I'm trying to stop you from getting yourself killed for Raylan's sake."

"Like you really care that much!"

"To keep him from killing me over it, yes!"

A noise caught their attention and both their heads snapped in the direction of the sound. When they did, they were both staring down the barrels of shotguns. Boyd and Liz both put their hands up in the air.

"You boys dont think we could have a civil discussion over this, do ya?" Boyd asked.

"Limehouse will decide that," one of them said.

Both their guns were taken and they were escorted into the slaughterhouse. Limehouse stood in the center of the room looking not the least bit amused. Liz immediately noticed the cleaver sitting on the table next to his hand. She swallowed hard but tried to keep her face as emotionless as possible.

"Ya know Mr. Crowder," Limehouse said, "I thought with us doing business we'd be on good terms. But now you come up into my holler unannounced with a Marshal."

"Look here Limehouse," Boyd countered, "I'm just here trying to keep the peace and keeping our friend here from doing something she would soon regret."

"Is that so," Limehouse walked closer to the pair, "and what is this marshal doing up here?"

"Probably looking for me," Quarrels came into view.

Liz practically lunged at him. Limehouse's men grabbed her before she get to him. Quarrels stood back with his irritating happy-go-lucky grin smeared on his face. Liz's eyes were full of rage and her teeth were gritted.

"You son of bitch!" she screamed, "Ill put you in the ground! "

"Oh really?" he smirked, "not by the looks of your situation at the moment."