I'd Do Anything For Love - Young guns Fanfiction

Dick...You're A Dick

"Hey....uh...Colleen, John left with Doc a little while ago to head into town. Before he left he made breakfast."

I felt my eyes slowly open. At some point last night I fell asleep on the couch near the window. I sat up and looked to see who was talking. My brain couldn't register voices at the moment. It was Steve.

"Ok." I mumbled. My back ached as I sat up from the couch. The blanket fell to the side as I looked around. Dick sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. Charlie stood in the threshold between the living room and the kitchen. Chavez was sitting on the floor across from where Charlie was standing. I got up and stretched, making my way to the kitchen with Steve close behind. Eggs were today's breakfast.

I grabbed myself a plate and headed outside and sat on the porch where Ulysses was still sitting. Neither of us like to dine alone. Steve followed me outside like a lost puppy and sat down beside me.

"Whatcha need, Steve?" I questioned him. Ulysses glanced over at the two of us.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to sit with you." His voice was shaky. I glanced over to Ulysses then back to Steve. Then finally back to my plate. I continued eating and thought nothing of it. It's probably something Tunstall taught him or he's lonely. Or maybe he likes cows?

Soon Charlie joined us outside and the three of us started talking.

"So, Colleen," Charlie leaned forward to see past Steve. "How bad was that rain last night on your end? I mean, you travelled through it." He smiled hoping he didn't remind me of what happened earlier yesterday.

I smiled back at him. "It was pretty bad. Cold, windy, wet. Didn't help that I was stressed and hungry." Both men nodded back at me.

Soon Chavez walked through the door and sat on the steps fiddling with his knives. To be honest he's had a more rough life than me. He seemed to always distance himself from me more than anybody. I understand. Most people do because they think I'm Murphy's own flesh and blood.

Then Dick came out.

Oh boy.

"I still don't understand why John's letting you stay here. Murphy probably sent you here as a spy-"

"Dick," I interrupted him. "You're a dick. I'm ain't no spy! And I sure as hell ain't Murphy's real kid! He took me from my real dad!" Tears were starting to well up in my eyes again. I finished the little bit of eggs I had left (and let me tell you that was a big plate of eggs).

"Come on, Ulysses. Lets go for a quick walk." Ulysses cautiously stepped down the stairs. I followed behind and hoisted myself on his back. His saddle bags were taken off last night and sat in the guest room.

I clicked my tongue twice and tapped his sides just hard enough for him to know to gallop instead of trot. We set off down the walkway and into the road. I heard galloping behind me. I turned behind me and saw Dick and Steve on horseback. Odd combination.

"Wanted to make sure you weren't going to Murphy to tell him anything." Dick spat out. I snarled at him then glanced over to Steve. I'm in a pretty bad mood.

"Steve, the words out of your mouth better not be anything even remotely similar to what Dick said!" My eyes glared at the dirty man as a yelled.

"No! I just came with because you seem like nice company! I want to get to know you!" The poor guy looked terrified. Why did I yell? I mean, I'm in a bad mood but that's no reason to yell.

"Steve, I'm sorry for yelling. I really am. Its just....Dick's being a dick and its really taking a toll on me." The tears were coming back but I held them back this time.

Steve nodded and steered his horse closer to Ulysses and I. Dick stayed behind.

"So...who was your mother?" Steve questioned me. I smiled. I loved talking about the things she did.

"Ever hear of Molly "Bridge Setter" Flanagan? "