Forrest Bondurant

“There was this belief that Forrest was invincible, that he couldn’t die,” Bondurant says. “He had survived brutal attacks in Europe during WWI, in which others died. He always seemed to escape death at home in conflicts arising around his bootlegging. There was the time his throat was cut during a robbery attempt at the family restaurant, and he reportedly got himself to the hospital about 12 miles away. And sure, we know that no one is actually invincible. But he lived in a time where people were desperate for super figures and larger than life characters. And I suspect that’s how his legend grew.”

[cinemagal]

We don’t lay down for nobody.

[forrestthebootlegger]

As Forrest’s eyes traveled over the familiar faces, the old wooden door alarmed him that another customer had found their way into his humble restaurant.

He watched this newcomer with interested eyes as she made her way towards the edge of the bar in front of him. It was as though he had…

[maggie-beau-deactivated20150619]

Maggie’s eyes scouted around the bar briefly, taking in the faces. When one of the men caught her eye, she looked away quickly. Having been approached by the man behind the bar, handing over a menu. “Thank you, sir”, she mumbled softly, and politely took the menu from this Man’s hand. His rugged appearance and height seemed so familiar. Kind of like the man Charlie was always yapping about. She looked him over a bit and in a foggy haze, stuck her hand out to him. “I’m Maggie. Maggie Beauford. A-and you are?” she asked, rather stunned by her own brave action. He was the only one running this place today it seemed, but there were not many people to tend to. She’d of loved to work here but everywhere she went chaos followed, and she didn’t want to bring trouble to this small town bar. She sighed and looked over her menu, placing it to the side, and from the corner of her eye, saw Charlie getting out of his car right outside. Her eyes lit up in fear and she got up, swiftly heading out the door so as not to cause a scene here. 

[bootleggersanonymous]

Forrest tended to other customers. Stephen Felps had clearly had enough to drink, and it was only four in the afternoon. He had slammed his mug against the wooden bar and demanded service. Forrest shook his head and declined his request and asked him if maybe he should switch to water instead.

"Y'er probably dehydrated. Let's get you somethin' else t' drink." Forrest flattened his lips and went to grab a glass underneath the counter.

"No!" Stephen declared, "I wan' more uh y'er moonshine!" He slammed his mug again and this time Forrest caught his wrist after the motion.

"Now you best quit ch'er moanin' or you'll have to leave, you understand me?" He left Stephen at that and went back to the woman he had helped previously. 

He bowed his head again when she introduced himself and grunted a slight confirmation in return. "Name's Forrest Bondurant."

He was about to ask her if anything on the menu sounded decent. A city girl like her was probably used to fancy restaurants that consisted of 4 oz. steaks and a piece of leaf on the top which was to be considered a meal. But before he was able to ask her anything, her eyes widened and she sprung from her chair, not saying anything, clearly in a hurry to get out all of a sudden. 

His brows lowered some and he focused on the new arrival of a car he had never seen before. It was too fancy to be from Franklin. He had yet to see Charlie's face, only watching Maggie's retreat from the restaurant.

[fortax]

[bootleggersanonymous]

Jack had once, only once, pestered him about how he had never had a girlfriend. Jack had looked to him with a smirk on his face after the three brothers had departed the local grocery store in Franklin County, Virginia. The pretty woman behind the counter, Francine, had blushed when Forrest had…

[abootleggersgirl]

Maggie had a delima that morning. All of her belongings were still packed away in boxes since her move over from Chicago and a girl had to have her perfume. “Where’s that damned box,” she cursed under her breath, wishing she had labeled which one held her cosmetics. She tore open about as many boxes as she could stand before giving up. The restaurant owner surely wouldn’t mind, would he? As she drove to the restaurant where she hoped to be employed she was comfirmed that no, the owner probably wouldn’t care. This town and the people in it were, for lack of a better word,

filthy! She knew she would have to adjust considering waitressing is all about costumer service. That made her wonder, as her car quickly approached the destination, just what kind of people she would meet here. Hopefully things would be different from the city. Slower with more time to think about what’s really important. Maybe she could even start a family… Oh quit it, Maggie! You’re starting to sound like your mother. Her internal argument ceased as she parked her car and got out. The country air flowed into her lungs and gave her confidence before she stepped into the restaurant, heels clicking against the floor. Heads turned but she was a woman on a mission and couldn’t be distracted. That is before she saw the handsome man behind the counter… “Oh, um, uh, good morning. Are you hiring?” The smile that spread across his face seemed to shine like the sun and she began to really regret not putting on that perfume.

[bootleggersanonymous]

Howard came in shortly after the youngest brother. He didn't say much except a couple of mumbles about his switchblade breaking, but Forrest wasn't sure. He had in front of him, a Mason jar that was three - quarters empty. He wasn't ashamed of his drinking problem. But he merely called it a habit. Forrest continued on his way; counting change and huffing about lack of customers due to certain civilians of Franklin County being out of town on weekend hunting and fishing trips. He just happened to look up when the door creaked open, the rusty hinges groaned from old age. He expected it to be the next customer, and he wasn't sure if it would be a man or woman so out of respect, he removed his hat to greet the new party. Rather than it being a known married couple or a group of friends that bought moonshine from him, instead of it being someone familiar, a woman he had never seen -which was very unusual- stepped through the doorway. He gave her a small, welcoming smile and held his hat to his chest and slightly bowed his head. "Good afternoon, ma'am." She asked him if there was a spot open for work in the restaurant with slight hesitation to actually get to the question, as if there was a lack of confidence for a moment. Of course there was work. There were always chores that didn't receive as much time as the more important matters. There were only three other people besides himself which were his two brothers and Cricket on occasions. "There is a spot available. I'd need a someone to serve, an' cook, maybe clean some. I mean, there really ain't a lotta business, but there is a lotta work to do. I could find ya a spot. There's definitely work to be done." He nodded to himself then looked back down to his work. He wondered whether she would inquire about what the pay was or maybe if she would have some food.

[iwasbickle-deactivated20160411]

[winterfel-blog]

Lawless - Official Red Band Trailer (x)

[powerofthepalm]

“I had a big fuckload of batteries in the pockets of my cardigan, so the cardigan hung down. I had a swagger. A cardigan with a swagger, right? Can you imagine getting knocked the fuck out by a dude in a cardigan? I looked like your granddad.”

[bootleggersanonymous]

From High Heels To High Risks

Jack had once, only once, pestered him about how he had never had a girlfriend. Jack had looked to him with a smirk on his face after the three brothers had departed the local grocery store in Franklin County, Virginia. The pretty woman behind the counter, Francine, had blushed when Forrest had taken his hat off to speak with her. As they were walking onto the wooden porch, Jack spoke up. Of course. "Did 'ja see that?" He became slightly excited in his tone and was grinning like a dog with a bowl of bones in front of him. "She's got sweets for Forrest! This ain't the first time I seen it neither! She winked at 'cha last week!" He exclaimed, nudging his brother's side, laughing giddily. "You should go and talk to her!" Forrest's eyes met his brother's for a few seconds which was followed by the shake of his head. "What? You ain't never had a girl before." Jack continued. Forrest stopped in the middle of the dirt and gravel intersection, his eyes empty and his voice was serious. "You think I need a woman? Why? So I can be happy? Lemme tell you something. There's more to this all than the next pretty face. I've got more than enough going on in my life to add a woman into it. I ain't got time for little frilly skirts and flirtin' around. You can go on and waste yer time, but I've got a business to run." And he left it at that and walked off leaving Howard to laugh at Jack for pushing Forrest's buttons. Forrest reminded himself of that conversation as he walked into the family restaurant and his eyes gazed over the few people enjoying their under cooked eggs and black coffee. He grunted to himself and slid behind the counter, beginning to look through receipts for the prior day. Jack walked through the doors and Forrest glanced up from his math then nodded his heads towards the back of the restaurant, in return, receiving an exasperated groan from the youngest of the three brothers. "Forrest I just cleaned 'em yesterday." He complained. "Yep and today is not yesterday." His eyes weren't removed from the receipts in his grasp. He continued to add up the sales; scratching down numbers on a sheet of paper close to the register. He heard Jack scoff then trudge to the bathrooms to begin his next line of work.

[3intheam]

[kinghardy]

[rockslu]

Lawless | Deleted Scenes

[bootleggersanonymous]

- 6 Legged Cow - Forrest and Tizwell - Campfire (alternate) - Howard tells Forrest that Jack stole the moonshine - Rakes and feather - Jr. with brass knuckles

[vespermartiniarchive-deactivate]

Forrest suddenly wanted forgiveness from this woman for everything he had done in his life.

The Wettest County in the World

[gvllenhaals]

[bootleggersanonymous]

City can grind a girl down. Gets to a point where you start looking for somewhere quiet.

[ledgerndary]

I find crying difficult. It takes a long time for me to go. & I won’t know what will send me. I’m quite sentimental. If my son tells me he loves me that will make me cry. Mr. Holland’s Opus, unbelievably, broke me. A random anomaly. Bambi would probably do me.

[camillasmcaulays]

[vespermartiniarchive-deactivate]

Maggie stood by the window overlooking the road, chewing on her toast. Forrest watched her face as she took in the snowfall and felt his heart seize in his chest. What’re you doing? Forrest asked. Eatin’ ice cream, Maggie said. She took a bite of toast and smiled. Forrest had the sudden urge to take her in his arms and bury his face in her hair. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He drank his coffee and watched her some more and wondered to himself just how foolish he really was. He wondered if this was the end of it, or if there was more, and just what it would take for him to learn.

The Wettest County in the World

[typhoidcandy]

You took my hand, added a plan, You gave me your heart. I asked you to dance with me. You loved honestly, Gave what you could release.