OH MY GOD THE HOLES SAMKATE FIC IM LITERALLY JUST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON THE INSIDE. I WOULD BE ON THE OUTSIDE TOO BUT IT IS LATE AND I WOULD WAKE UP MY ROOMMATES BUT!!!! I WANT YOU TO KNOW I LOVE IT A LOT OK THANKS FOR BEING AWESOME BYE
haha you are welcome I’m glad you liked it!!
Also it’s the Rule that if i Feel Things i have to make the rest of you suffer with me and Sam “Fixes People” Wilson and Kate “Shoots Things” Bishop just felt a little too right for that crossover.
Fear gripped me as Laurence and I saw the menfolk out riding with whiskey and torches. My stomach lurched as I saw they were heading in the direction of the school!
I ran to where the smoke was and watched in horror as the school, my beloved schoolhouse where I had taught so many of this town’s youngsters, and had grown in relationship with my new husband, Sam, burned from the inside out.
As the torches and bottles broke the windows, I let out a scream. What were they doing? Why were they setting the school on fire?
“Nooo!” I screamed, hoping that someone, anyone would help me to put out the flames. Laurence had already rushed into the direction of the well to get some water.
I ran over to Mr. Smith, one of the town’s lawyers and officiators.
“Hey! Miss Barlow… glad you made it out of the schoolhouse!” he laughed.
Tears flung to my eyes seemingly with no reason at all. What was he talking about?
“Stop it! Just do something!” I screamed.
I thought… the sheriff! He could help me stop this!
As I ran back to the jail, where I had an inkling of that’s where he might be, I could hear Trout hollering.
“Yeah, girl! How you like me now?!” I ignored him. I rushed into the jail and saw the sheriff stooping over his desk.
“Sheriff, come quick! They’re destroying the scho-“
I stopped in mid-sentence at the wolfish glint in the sheriff’s eye.
I gulped and took a step back. He turned around fully to face me, a lecherous grin on his face.
The next four words out of his mouth made my mouth dry and my face drained of color.
“Give me a kiss…”
Oh crap. Where’s Sam when I need him?
“I’ve got to go back” Sam said.
He was extremely worried on account of Katherine, his wife.
“Well… what are we gonna do?” Henry asked. “We can’t just leave the boat here… Katherine’s things are here”
Sam nodded. “Yes… I know… If I had brought Mary Lou…” there was a bray behind him.
Sam turned around and grinned as Mary Lou stood behind him, grinning as if to say, did ya miss me?
Sam went to her and petted her. He thought for a second. “I’m going to put Katherine’s things in the cart.”
Henry snorted. “Why do that? It’s much easier for me to take it back to the onion grove… have things waitin’ for yall when you get back”
Sam looked at him a moment, unsure about the idea. “Are you sure?” he asked. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.
Henry grinned. “Why not? I owe you one, after all”
Sam grinned. “You don’t owe me anything” he said, shaking his head, “But I’m sure Katherine and I would be very grateful”
Henry nodded. “Don’t mention it… by the way… better get your missus before somethin’ bad happens”
Sam nodded, hugging Henry for a strange feeling what he felt was the last time. “Thank you my friend… we both love you and are very grateful”
The old man’s eyes filled with tears. “Boy, if your daddy could see you now” Sam smiled. “Go’on… git!”
Sam chuckled, heading in the direction of town. “Be good Mary Lou!” he called.
Mary Lou hawed back.
Picking up his pace, Sam hurried into town. He had to find Katherine!
“Give me one good reason why I should do what you ask” I said, hating the vile man more than death itself.
“Cause you kissed the Onion picker” the sheriff sneered, leering at me.
“Tell me, Kath-er-ine…” he said, running his grubby paws in my hair. I shuddered.
Sam would have a cow.
“Are his lips as tasty as Trout’s? Tell ya what… you don’t have to answer that question. Lord knows Trout is a slimeball anyway.”
He was coming closer. I gulped, stepping toward the back wall toward his desk.
The sheriff grinned evilly at me. “Give me a kiss” He made a grab for me.
“You’re drunk!” I said, pushing his face away. “I always get drunk before a hangin’”
Realization that the sheriff was planning to hang my husband made me sick.
“Well you’re gonna have to hang me first, cause I kissed him first!” The sheriff laughed as if I was saying a stupid joke.
“It aint against the law for you to kiss him” he said, coming closer to me.
I gulped again. “It’s for him to kiss you”
I was against the wall now, Sheriff Travers attempting to bite me like Dracula.
“You make one more move on my wife, and I swear I will skin you bare like the pig you are!” came a lethal growl from behind Travers’ back.
I opened my eyes and peeked. Sam was standing there glaring at the sheriff with the sheriff’s loaded pistol in his hands!
I had been looking for Katherine everywhere, but I couldn’t find her!
Where was she?
Seeing that the schoolhouse was being burned, I wanted to yell and tell them to stop, put the fire out, but my first concern was my wife.
I had to find her.
I had made a vow that I would protect her and that was what I was going to do!
Where would Katherine have gone… the sheriff!
I rushed over there until I heard voices by the open door.
One of the inmates saw me, and put a finger to his lips. I nodded and listened.
“Tell me, Kath-er-ine…” Travers’ said, I growled as I saw him running his grubby paws in my wife’s hair.
“Are his lips as tasty as Trout’s? Tell ya what… you don’t have to answer that question. Lord knows Trout is a slimeball anyway.”
He was going closer to Katherine. I saw her as she gulped, stepping toward the back wall toward his desk.
The sheriff grinned evilly at her. “Give me a kiss” He made a grab for her.
I about went out of my mind, but the inmate pointed to the bottle on the desk.
I turned and noticed it was a bottle of scotch. Beside it was a loaded revolver…
“You’re drunk!” Katherine said, pushing his face away. “I always get drunk before a hangin’”
Realization that the sheriff was planning to hang me, made me sick. What was he going to do with Katherine?
“Well you’re gonna have to hang me first, cause I kissed him first!”
The sheriff laughed. “It aint against the law for you to kiss him” he said, going closer to her. Katherine gulped again.
I picked up the gun, spun the barrel, clicked it into place, and went silently over to them.
My father taught me how to be a man… how to use a gun if and when necessary.
I was prepared if need be to blow the sheriff’s brains out.
“It’s for him to kiss you” Katherine was against the wall now, Sheriff Travers attempting to bite her like Dracula.
Oh HECK no!
“You make one more move on my wife, and I swear I will skin you bare like the pig you are!” I said with a lethal growl from behind Travers’ back.
Katherine opened her eyes and peeked.
She was surprised and ecstatic that I was standing there glaring at the sheriff with the sheriff’s loaded pistol in my hands…
“You really gonna shoot me boy?” the sheriff sneered.
Sam growled, raising the gun to Travers’ head.
“I will if it gets you away from my wife” he hissed.
The sheriff turned back to Katie with a smirk. “Oooh… a black man with a gun… I’m scared”
Sam glared, keeping the gun steady.“You’d better be”
the sheriff turned around, grabbing Katherine, holding a gun to her temple.
“Are you sure about that?” Katherine whimpered, trying to keep away from the gun. It was no use… the sheriff had her in a choke hold so she couldn’t move.
Sam gulped. “And did I hear that you two are… hitched?” the sheriff asked, cocking the pistol against Katherine. He chuckled at Katherine who was trying not to cry.
“Wassa matter sweetheart, the rest of us too pale for you?” he sneered.
“Nah…you just wanted to getchoo some color!” Sam studied Travers’ hard… he growled at the insult, and raised the gun upwards…
“I guess it’s time I gave you two a wedding present…” Travers’ was laughing and had his finger on the trigger, dangerously close to Katherine’s pulse.
Travers’ looked at Sam and glared hatefully, turning the gun on Sam, ready to pull the trigger.
“Welcome home, nig-“ BAM! The sheriff hit the back wall and slumped to the floor.
With a sob, Katherine ran into Sam’s arms.
Sam held his wife close, thankful that she was unharmed. “We need to leave” he said shakily. Katherine nodded, checking to make sure he was dead.
Sam grabbed the keys off of the desk, letting the two shocked inmates out of the jail. “Muchos Gracias, Senior” Sam looked at the Mexican inmate strangely. “He said thank you” Katherine said, getting up. Sam nodded. Grabbing Katherine’s hand, and hiding the gun in his coat, they hurried out of the sheriff’s office. “We need to head down to the lake” Sam whispered. “Henry has gone back to the onion grove, to prepare”
Despite the situation, Sam and Katherine smiled at each other. They shared their first kiss as a married couple.
Sam ran his fingers in Katherine’s hair. “I thought I’d lost you” he whispered.
“You saved my life” she whispered back.
“Hey! Over here!” their Mexican amigo whispered. The two grinned at each other and left.
Katherine grinned to herself as she and Sam made their way back to the lake where Henry, Laurence, and Mary McAdams were waiting.
Before she had stood up with Sam and left, she had put on some lipstick that thankfully, Sam had not noticed
Katherine kissed the dead sheriff’s temple. Sam had shot him right between the eyes… an excellent shot.
“Here’s that kiss you wanted sheriff” she muttered. “Bye now!” Collecting the shell by the body, she hid it in her apron and got up to join her husband.
Sam looked at Katherine as they got ready to get into the boat. In the light of the torch Henry had in his hand, Sam noticed that his wife’s lips were pink.
“Um, darlin’ did you put on any lipstick?” he asked skeptically.
Katherine smiled. “My lips were chapped” Sam nodded, satisfied with that answer…
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#royaigarbage2k15
listen if my life had to be ruined by a ship six years after the fact then at least i'm glad it's not just me it's happening to like at least there's a little cohort of us falling into this hellhole together
wait wow that means lily and james are still kicking in your fic good job laura
I thought about this actually! Was half-tempted to have a bunch of Potter-era offspring running around as background characters. But then thought the fic had one too many references already.dianablyth
