"Fuck you." I whispered, balling my fists at my side. I heard Anakin chuckle darkly from behind me, "Oh I bet you wish you could." Anakin Skywalker's world is one of adventure, battle, and legend. So why is lowly temple cook, Kels Remlik, catching his attention?

"well screw the law." she was the first cowgirl. adriana or ana as she tells people to call her finds herself putting her trust in a shady character to say the least. however she doesn't have much of a choice. she no longer has family she can rely on and she finds herself simply floating around. so when she is offered a purpose she fully accepts not batting an eye. also if you see any mistakes or find a part that doesn't sound right please point it out. it helps me alot i try but sometimes i miss things. this goes for all of my book i would really appreciate it.

Tom Blyth as Billy the Kid, enough said. These imagines will follow a similar background with the reader as the main character. I hope you enjoy:) I do not own the characters or storylines from the original show Billy the Kid.

Born on the coldest Christmas, in 1859, she killed her mother coming into this world. The effect; he named her Calamity. Now don't get me wrong, her Pa loved that girl like no other. Now he might have had a bit of a drinking problem, but he ain't never raised no hand nor voice to her. Normally a bull seeing red in a china cabinet, you should've seen him with her. You would've thought that was the softest man alive. And he did his best with her. She had aunts and women who were friends of the family to help her with some things, but when it came to others he raised that girl straight up as if she had been born a boy instead. Best horse rider I ever met, and I'd bet on that. One day though, her Pa's luck caught up to him in an alley way after some poker game at the Saloon. So drunk off his ass, the man didn't have a chance to pull his gun before he was dead in the ground. Calamity was alone, but she was okay. Well off enough since her ma's folks had been pretty successful apothecaries, and her pa had more than a few coins to leave her from all of the heads he'd brought in, he'll, the guy who'd shot her father felt so bad he give her to money for the bounty on that man's head. And she had us to watch out for her, me and ma. But once my ma lyed down her head for the last time I flew away like "a whisper on the wind" in her words. We kept in touch, for a while, writing letters back and forth. I can't remember if she stopped being able to track me down or if I stopped reaching out to her. I vaguely remember something in her last letter about some man who was gonna make sure she got her due. Pretty sure I stopped writing after that, not wanting to get in the way of a good thing. She needed a good man, not to still hold out hope for me. But God...Calamity Grace; a beautiful disaster.