Lams Oneshots [Hamilton X Laurens]

Westbound

Been waiting to write this oneshot

It's really long so enjoy

A short man sat outside a bar on a patio, leaning on a wooden post. He watched as people in the town bustled by. Some buying eggs, others trading horses, and very few were heading towards the bank, which is a good thing. For him, at least.

Alexander Hamilton has been a cowboy for as long as he could remember. From the flick of his gun to the tip of his hat, anyone could tell he was not one of the townsfolk that ran about their daily lives. You could see it in his eyes. From the way he lingered in the shadows on the streets, it was quite obvious. He was abandoned by his father at ten and kicked out of the house by his mother at twelve. Through his whole life he'd been nothing but a thief and stealer. Mischief coursed through his veins, and back then, he'd do anything to earn a reputation that he had now.

It wasn't until he met someone, who helped him earn it.

George Washington. Better known as General Washington, which most people called him if they wanted to live. When Alex was thrown out of his home, he had nowhere else to go, so what would a boy like him do if he was left to rot in the streets?

Go to the bar.

It seemed logical to boys like Alexander, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that he always went there to watch his father bargain, maybe it was the fact that he lived for the smell of alcohol and smoke that lingered in the air, causing him to forget about everything, or maybe he just needed someone to vent to.

Despite being a boy, Alexander had many friends who were fully-fledged cowboys, running from the bounty on their heads. For years he'd help them hide in the bar, and stall the people who came for them, claiming he'd seen nothing of them.

It was evening at that time, the sun was setting, and the dust in the air from travelers running on their horses was fading. It was the perfect time for heading to the bar.

Alexander had been warned by neighbors about men in bars who'll scam anyone, no matter how smart they were. Alex had always listened to them, and mocked others who didn't. Boys his age would ignore their advance, and walk into a saloon, being ripped off by the first person they saw.

But Alex was special, as his mother put it. He was a smart boy who knew too much about cowboys and things that a normal boy his age wouldn't know.

That day though, was the only day Alexander felt scared.

He walked into the bar, and spotted the bartender, who was polishing a mug with a greasy rag. He smiled and tried to waltz over, but was stopped by a tall man with a black beard and a greasy coat.

"Still let li'l buggers like ya in here, eh?" The man sneered, spitting at Alex.

"Leave him alone, he's James's kid." The barkeep had stated. Despite this, the cowboy had still pinned Alex, his boot pressed against the boy's chest, a gun pointed to his head.

The others laughed, and crowded Alex, smiling and spitting at him, jeering and telling him to get up.

They then paraded him around the bar, dumping beer onto him, literally. They didn't stop there, as they forced him to take shot after shot, nearly making him pass out.

That was when General interfered. After watching the whole ordeal, he had enough.

Three warning shots in the air. That's all it took to make the bar shut up.

"There's no need for this behavior, gentlemen. With the noise you're making, I'm surprised the sheriff hadn't arrived to arrest ya. Y'all are almost as helpless as him, hanging around a bar, harassing a kid." The General had growled, helping Alexander up.