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[lucygraysboy]

“well,  it’s  a  dangerous  world  we  live  in  but  i  haven’t  been  goin’  ‘round  shootin’  no  one,”  he  spits,  wishing  he  could  let  go  of  the  wall  and  walk  up  to  her  to  retrieve  that  gun  of  his,  but  the  pain  in  his  legs  is  almost  blinding.  sitting,  he  was  doing  just  fine,  but  standing  up?  it  feels  like  there’s  nails  in  the  soles  of  his  feet,  flames  licking  along  his  calves  and  up  his  thighs.  “horse  thieves  shot  my  uncle  during  our  journey  west,  some  disgusting  wagoner  tried  to  rape  my  mother.  he  would  have,  had  i  not  picked  up  his  gun  and  pointed  it  at  him.  so,  yeah…  i  like  having  it  close  by.”  she  would,  too,  he  thinks,  if  she  didn’t  grow  up  so  sheltered  —  at  least,  that’s  what  he  assumes,  he  can’t  be  sure  but  just  looking  around  this  room  gives  him  an  idea  of  what  her  childhood  was  like.  “i’m  not  tryin’  to  trick  you.  i’ve  spent  my  whole  life  protecting  myself  and  those  around  me.  i  don’t…”  he  trails  off,  growing  more  and  more  frustrated,  his  voice  louder  than  it  probably  should  be.  putting  his  safety  in  other  people’s  hands  doesn’t  come  easily  to  him,  that’s  what  he’s  trying  to  say,  but  the  pain  in  his  legs  combined  with  the  headache  she’s  causing  him  are  too  much.

the  cowboy  remains  silent  for  a  long  moment  because  she  does  have  a  point,  but  if  he  only  could  tell  her  why  he’d  been  so  paranoid,  she’d  understand  that  so  does  he.  he  was  almost  certain  that  she’d  recognized  him,  realized  he  was  a  wanted  man.  the  offer  to  bring  them  dinner  came  so  suddenly,  and  there  was  still  one  roll  left  on  the  plate…  he  thought  those  piercing  chocolate  hues  had  managed  to  see  right  through  his  soul.  but  he  can’t  tell  her  any  of  this.  he  doesn’t  try  to  reach  for  her  again  or  step  any  closer,  instead  bringing  his  pulsing  wrist  to  his  chest  and  pouting  like  a  baby.  it’s  only  when  he  looks  at  her  again,  actually  looks  at  her,  that  he  sees  fear  in  her  eyes  and  his  heart  shatters  into  a  thousand  pieces.  “lucy  gray?  do  i  —  do  i  scare  you?  i  —  i  didn’t  mean  to.  i  would  never  do  you  harm.”  but  he  already  has,  he  realizes,  thinking  about  how  he  threw  her  off  his  back  and  how  he  dug  his  nails  into  her  arm,  and  lowers  his  head  in  shame.  and  what  comes  next  makes  him  feel  even  worse,  more  baffled  and  guilty.  he  refuses  to  look  into  her  bambi  hues  and  doesn’t  move  as  she  comes  closer,  his  gun  now  secured  at  his  side.  “why’d  you  just  give  it  up?”  he  questions  softly,  his  heart  still  pounding  furiously  in  his  chest.  is  this  a  trick?  or  does  she  believe  him?

ignoring his apologies, dark honey hues rolled because he wasn't sorry while digging his nails into her skin. and dirty nails, too. like he'd been working in the coal mines for days. "oh, so since ten year's old you've been going around trying to shoot people who just wanted to help you." she smarted back, why had he been using a gun that young anyway? or was it a lie? "you don't listen when you decide you don't want to, i see that. or you're even crazier than i think you are and tryin' to trick me, because i already said i'd protect you enough to where you don't need to use it." her giving this gun over, is like an easy death sentence. he's just a good charmer is all. which makes her more fiery and livid at him.

"after goin' through all that trouble," she swatted his hand away attempting to grab her clothes again, slapping his wrist hard before hopping back, "you thought supper was a lie and i was goin' to just tell on you? if i was goin' to do that, i already would've– not spend half of my day hidin' you, tendin' to you, nursing you." risk herself getting a terrifying punishment for this. so, what's wrong with him? "no." her first answer, holding the intimidating weapon behind her back, recklessly so because her finger could easily and accidentally find the trigger. then there was him rising to his feet that was soon intimidating, too. after he'd been on the floor the entire time. he was wobbly and she could outrun him in that state, but the height he had on her was towering inside her small room. made her back up even closer to the window, close to dropping the gun out of it and throwing herself out of it. she would shove him, it's almost in her reflexes to do so. but then remembers he's still half way sick, she doesn't have the heart to do that despite him needing that. but what if he is telling the truth by some chance? he won't use it if he doesn't need to? then she will be risking getting him killed. so as her small arms dropped in front of her, she quietly groaned as she accepted her fate before irritably looking to the side and stepping forward at her next stupid decision. begrudgingly, shoving the gun into the mold of his holster once she stepped next to him.

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“i  didn’t  mean  to  hurt  you.  i  really  didn’t.  i’m  so  sorry,”  billy  frantically  repeats,  seemingly  deaf  and  blind  to  lucy  gray’s  nonchalance,  his  heart  pounding  in  his  throat  now.  what  kind  of  man  he  is?  who  does  stuff  like  this?  he’s  no  better  than  jesse.  he  doesn’t  think  he’ll  ever  forgive  himself  for  hurting  her.  “i’ve  always  had  a  gun  on  me,  ever  since  i  was,  what?  ten  years  old?  now  i  feel  naked  without  it,  like  i’m  missing  a  hand  or  some  other  part  of  me,  you  have  to  understand.  i  don’t  use  it  for  fun,  but  i  do  need  it  to  protect  myself,”  the  cowboy  insists,  glancing  over  his  shoulder  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  lucy  gray’s  visage  and  determine  if  there’s  any  room  left  for  negotiations. 

“i  only  grabbed  your  skirt  ‘cause…  ‘cause  i  was  tryin’  to  see  if  you  were  really  going  to  grab  us  dinner  or…  i  don’t  know?  come  back  with  your  father  and  have  me  killed?”  he  admits,  seeing  he’s  got  no  other  option  but  to  be  sincere  about  his  intentions.  otherwise,  he  thinks,  she  won’t  believe  him.  he  doesn’t  really  understand  why  she’s  not  screaming,  and  ultimately  begins  to  feel  like  a  fool  for  mistrusting  her  —  after  all,  if  she’s  been  meaning  to  get  him  hurt,  she  should  be  yelling  at  the  top  of  her  lungs  now,  right?  “i’m  sorry,  lucy  gray,  you’ve  left  me  no  choice,”  he  murmurs,  hearing  her  body  hit  the  floor.  unfortunately,  here’s  where  he  makes  yet  another  mistakes  and  decides  to  forget  the  gun  and  check  on  her.  just  as  he’s  turning  to  make  sure  she  didn’t  smash  her  head  in,  he  sees  her  reaching  for  the  colt.  his  reflexes  are  slow,  too  slow  now  that  he’s  still  recovering,  and  she  easily  wins  this  unfair  duel.  “lucy  gray,  give  it  back  to  me…”  he  pants,  reaching  out  to  try  and  grab  the  hem  of  her  skirt  again,  but  failing.  he  has  no  other  choice  but  to  scramble  to  his  feet,  the  muscles  in  his  legs  on  fire  as  he  does  so.  he  can’t  help  but  wince.  “give  it  back.  i  won’t  hurt  you.  i  only  —  only  need  it  for  protection,”  he  breathes,  his  chest  rising  and  falling  rapidly  as  he  contemplates  his  choices.  he  thinks  about  lunging  forward,  body  slamming  her  and  stealing  the  gun,  but…  god,  he’s  already  hurt  her,  he  can’t  hurt  her  more…  and  so  he  lingers  on  the  other  side  of  the  room,  panting,  uncertain,  pale  blue  eyes  frantic.  “please,  lucy  gray,  he’s  going  to  kill  me  if  he  finds  me.” 

"mhm." brunette shrugged it off, she's had and felt worse. and was the least of her worries right now, she wasn't going to let him distract her with most likely insincere apologies. "cause of the way you're actin'." she'd be more offended about him trying to shoot her father, if she didn't know he had every right to given she's well aware her father will try to kill him first. this is even more reasoning he couldn't find out, more reasoning how dangerous this is. these two will try killing each other and someone most certainly will be killed first.

"cause i don't trust that you won't turn on me. you was already bein' weird, before i went to the kitchen and you grabbed my skirt." she reminded as she quietly argued into his ear while her arm went back around his neck to hang on to while the other hand grabbed for his, thinking he thought she was going to get the preacher or something. once he's moving up on his knees, jostling her around, lucy gray slips that time and ultimately hits the floor with her back with all this horseplay. the way it knocks the wind out of her chest is barely noticed, when her arm slips away from his neck and her hand snatches the handle of the gun. quickly she scrambles to her feet, backs up in the corner with it and discreetly scoots closer to the window. does she throw it out since he'd be too weak to go retrieve it or just be stupid and give it to him? put it up in his holster and be done with it, maybe they could go back to normal. the ceiling suddenly gently creaks upstairs, not noticing the sound yet, from the ringing of her heart beat in her ears still. along with her eyes studying him, seeing what he'll do next.

#billysgirllol #SFKJDNFS PLS IVE GOT CHILLS JUST THINKING ABOUT HOW THEY CAN GET CAUGHT NOW :')) BYE #lmbooo he’s here like LG YOURE OVERREACTING LET ME SHOW YOU YOUR LOGIC MAKES NO SENSE 😂 #HIM THINKING ABOUT BODY SLAMMING HER IM 😂😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😭😭 #meanwhile shes wondering how to get back to normal #i’m 😂😂😂😂 pls wait with the body slamming until we’re ready to be grandmas

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i want to be wooed....seduced.....romanced.......absolutely railed.......

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[lucygraysboy]

TOM BLYTH IS BILLY THE KID Billy the Kid Season 2 Part 2 Trailer

#* ❪ 🏜 ❫ ◞ visage » he was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall . #in tears i’m so excited!! two more weeks!!

[lucygraysboy]

billy  quickly  spots  the  marks  his  fingernails  have  left  on  her  skin,  and  his  heart  sinks.  piercing  blue  eyes  clouded  with  fear,  and  a  hint  of  self-loathing,  he  feels  even  more  guilty  now  —  here’s  the  person  who’s  saved  his  life  and  this  is  how  he  pays  her  back?  “i’m  sorry,  lucy  gray,  i’m  so  sorry,”  he  mumbles  quietly,  a  look  of  sadness  and  genuine  concern  passing  over  his  visage.  “how?  how  am  i  makin’  it  seem  like  it’s  you  i  want  to  protect  myself  from?”  brows  inching  closer  together,  annoyance  flashing  through  his  eyes.  he  hasn’t  even  pointed  the  gun  at  her!  “i  certainly  don’t  think  you’re  a  dummy,”  he  huffs,  wondering  where  she  gets  these  ideas  from  when  he’s  specifically  complimented  her  intellect  not  long  ago,  “but  i  do  reckon  one  more  extra  measure  could  be  taken.  why’re  you  so  opposed  to  it?”  he  can  feel  her  dark  brown  eyes  throwing  daggers  at  him  and  finds  himself  wanting  to  look  anywhere  but  into  these  stormy  hues.  “yes,  i’m  very  much  aware  of  where  i’d  be  if  it  weren’t  for  you,  lucy  gray.  i’ll  forever  be  grateful.  that’s  why  i  don’t  understand  how  you  can  accuse  me  of  tryin’  to  hurt  you  out  of  all  people?  oof,”  he  groans,  feeling  the  weight  of  her  body  collide  with  his  already  scratched  and  sore  back,  her  hands  suddenly  in  his  face,  racing  his  own  for  the  colt,  faster  than  he  could  ever  expect  them  to  be.  “lucy  gray!  get  off  me!”  he  hisses  in  a  hushed  voice,  watching  in  shock  as  her  fingers  attempt  to  get  a  hold  of  his  weapon.  “oh,  for  the  love  of  god,  i  would  never  kill  you.  and  do  what?  live  here  with  the  preacher?  get  off.”  using  all  of  his  strength,  he  tries  to  get  on  all  four  with  lucy  gray  still  on  his  back  and  buck  her  off.

"ow," she cursed under her breath, the sudden jerk of her arm makes her narrowly miss cutting his throat with the knife once her arm flings from around his neck and other hand lets loose of his gun. the way it startles her, explains again why she was hesitant. she didn't want to hurt him. "you're makin' it seem like it's a lot like that." that he's trying to shoot her, not just to protect himself against her father. "i won't just put you inside of it, i'll take extra measures and cover you up good. i ain't some dummy you think i am." she hissed as she stumbled backwards once she quickly stood, dark brows fiercely knitted in anger as doe eyes bore through his face while her hand with the knife is rubbing over her forearm where red crescents have drawn little beads of crimson. "if not for me, you wouldn't even have life in you to begin with right now. for draggin' your sorry behind through a field and riskin' everything." she pointed the knife at him, fingers angrily gripping the handle right as she watches him fall onto his back. the gun thudded on her hardwood and then lucy gray dropped the knife on the table where the food still sat, throwing herself at him and climbing on top of his back as he's crawling while her hands fought against his to grab the gun first this time. "that's a stupid question. you know why. so you won't kill me with it."

#billysgirllol #riding a cowboy JXNSJS 😂😂😂😂 #free dino rides!! #please i pity these two loons when her father hears them and comes rushing to check on her 😂

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#* ❪ 🏜 ❫ ◞ otp » wild horses couldn’t drag me away .

[lucygraysboy]

“there’s EVERYTHING to explain, lucy gray. just let me… let go of my neck and we’ll talk like two rational people, alright? lucy gray, please. please, i don’t want to hurt you,” billy whispers, glancing at the door every few seconds just to make sure they haven’t been heard yet. with adrenaline running high and hearts pounding in their chests, he can’t tell whether they’re being loud or not. they must have made some ruckus… if the preacher walked in on them right now, he’d be a dead man. “come on, lucy gray. i just want to talk.” he really, really doesn’t want to hurt her, but as she continues to hold onto him, he has no choice. he worries she’ll eventually decide to choke him, and so he digs his fingertips harder into her skin, trying to pry her forearm away from his windpipe. “i’m not trying to shoot you, what’s gotten into you?” he croaks, the muscles in his right hand quivering as he struggles to keep the gun away from her. did she seriously just accuse him of trying to shoot HER? he hasn’t even pointed the gun at her! “what makes you think it’s you i want to shoot? i’ve told you, i only intend to protect myself from your father.” he doesn’t just go ‘round, shooting innocent people, but when his own life is in danger, he does what’s necessary. “yeah? how well can you keep me hidden if he decides to grab something from your closet? what will i do then? pretend i’m a dress? cause he sure as hell won’t be able to tell no difference. even if he was blind, he could probably smell me from a mile.” when she loosens her grip, he senses he’s got the only chance to escape and twists around to face her, freeing himself. he grabs the gun with both hands and yanks, using all his strength and ripping it out of her palm but inevitably falling backwards. the gun dropping to the floor, sliding across the room. he lunges forward and tries to pick it back up, tensing up and preparing for that knife to end up between his shoulder blades. “what do you need it for so badly? why can’t you just let me have it? of course, i don’t believe you. i’m not putting my life in your hands or anyone else’s hands when i can just keep my gun and protect myself,” he blurts out, crawling across the floor because if he decides to try and stand up, his knees will surely give out. too exhausted to keep him up for long.

"there's nothin' to explain." mind goes straight to jumping to conclusions– her dad had been right, that's all she could think of now. she felt stupid for thinking for a second he wasn't right about men– that she'd childishly given humanity the benefit of the doubt, that's why he did all that sheltering he did. maybe he wasn't so bad despite how he treated her in every other way, least he'd been right about all that brainwashing and lecturing how she had to stay away from men. the tight grip around her arm became sore fast, but the adrenaline in her heart kept her distracted, "after everything i've already done to keep you from dyin', you're just going to shoot me down now?" angrily questioning, tightening her grip on his neck, from the anger and betrayal he looks like he's trying to commit striking through her. all that nice talking he did, just a lie. taking care of him, just to get turned on like this FUELD her anger. "i told you i'd keep you hidden from him. there's no need to need that gun." and especially not to still be putting it down, have his fingers so close to the trigger which made the hairs on her neck stand up that she was convinced that was his full capability now. she knew the next thing she should do– take that knife and stab it into his shoulder. RIGHT then. then get the gun from him and tell the preacher to get him out of here before he kills them all. but why was she hesitating? that's the worst thing she can do, extremely aware this was a stupid decision to hesitate. she lightly loosened her grip around his neck not to strangle him and cover his eyes with that same palm, but her small fingers tightened around the barrel he was trying to get loose. “why won’t you give it to me? if i’m promisin’ to protect you. cause you don’t BELIEVE me.”

#billysgirllol #mobile.

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Rachel Zegler for The Glass Magazine

#umm?? wife?? 🥹😍🥰💕 #bluebird looking so cute in these #* ❪ 🏜 ❫ ◞ lucy gray » she lives in daydreams with me .

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BTK Season 2 recap for Stan Australia!

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[lucygraysboy]

“lucy  gray,  lemmeexplain,”  is  the  first  thing  that  leaves  billy’s  mouth,  words  clumped  together  as  he  utters  them  in  one  breath.  he’s  still  in  the  floor,  in  the  most  awkward  position  —  his  right  elbow  and  forearm  are  pressed  to  the  wooden  boards  below,  supporting  the  weight  of  his  body,  his  back  pressed  against  the  bed  frame,  legs  outstretched  in  front  of  him.  he  lifts  his  left  hand  up,  showing  he  means  to  do  her  no  harm,  but  he’s  not  quite  surrendering.  the  gun’s  not  pointed  in  her  direction  as  he  has  no  intention  to  use  it  against  her,  but  his  fingers  are  curled  around  the  grip,  his  thumb  hovering  over  the  hammer.  “i  can’t  put  it  down,”  he  says  calmly,  shaking  his  head  but  refusing  to  avert  his  gaze.  he’s  on  full  alert  now,  unmoving,  refusing  to  even  blink,  unsure  what  to  expect  from  her.  what  if  she  screams?  what  if  she  throws  the  plate  at  his  head?  what  if  she  throws  herself  at  him  and  starts  pounding  him  with  her  fists?  he  won’t  hurt  a  girl… 

“look.  i  don’t  mean  to  use  it,  but  you  said  it  yourself,  your  father’s  not  a  good  man.  he  won’t  let  me  reason  with  him  if  he  finds  me  here.  he’ll  kill  me.  let  me  keep  this  and  protect  myself  if  need  be.  that’s  all  i  ask.”  his  heart  is  pounding  so  hard  and  fast  that  he  can  barely  hear  himself  talking,  his  mouth  going  dry  all  over  again.  “you  can’t  mean  for  me  to  stay  in  that  closet  with  nothing  to  protect  myself.  a  sitting  duck,  is  that  what  you  me  to  be?”  he  begins  to  sit  up  slowly,  making  sure  the  gun’s  pointing  away  from  her  and  his  left  hand  remains  in  the  air,  but  that’s  his  first  mistake.  he  takes  his  eyes  off  her  and  unfortunately  for  billy,  he’s  anything  but  quick  now.  his  second  mistake  being  he  has  surely  underestimated  the  curly-haired  girl,  lowered  his  guard.  and  so  before  he  knows  it,  she’s  behind  him,  her  slender  arm  coiling  around  his  neck  like  a  snake.  he  gasps  for  air  and  grips  her  forearm  with  his  left  hand  tightly,  but  still  with  no  intention  to  really  hurt  her,  the  right  one  resisting  her  prying  fingers  for  a  moment  longer.  “lucy  gray,”  he  hisses,  fighting  with  her  for  the  revolver,  thinking  about  elbowing  her  in  the  ribs  if  she  doesn’t  let  go.  he’s  convinced  she’ll  shoot  him  the  second  he  gives  up  the  gun  or  stab  him  with  that  knife.  “let’stalkaboutthis.”

a happy smile returns back to lucy gray's face, although curious why he didn't go responding before she lifts her gaze up and expressions go pale when he's caught and with that pistol in his hand. her heart skips several beats as lucy gray freezes in place, speeding up and wondering if she made a stupid mistake by trusting him alone. "what are you doin'?" he didn't trust her to come back, now he had been digging his gun back up? so that meant he had already been looking for it, she calculates. looking for it and spotted it, somewhere during the time they'd been talking. why? what for? the only reason had to be him not trusting her or secretly planning to kill her? the way he looks wide-eyed, makes her believe the latter more than the first. because he'd been caught, evidently was going to try and HIDE he had took his gun back. swallowing, angry heat and nerves made her cheeks swell with red, "put that back down." and if he doesn't? what then? she's took out of this world in the same way her mother allegedly had been, by a man with a gun? a wary glance to the door, a part of her tells her to run, go get the preacher, start shouting there's a stranger in their home... he keeps shotguns all around the house, he'll quickly find one undoubtedly. but, she was no kind to rely on someone to fight her battles. this was her own, she was on her own and especially didn't need a man who never protected her before to do it now. she would've reached for her guitar again, smack him over the head, but the bullets in that gun will be far too fast. "i'm not playin'," she takes that knife she left in the plate with the fork, rushes behind him to tightly wrap that arm around his neck and comes tightly wrapping her other hand around the barrel of the pistol to at least aim it to the ground to have time to stab him in the shoulder if need to be, "put it back down, now." if he doesn't comply.

#billysgirllol #IM — FJSNXJ WELL THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY 😂😂😂😂😂 #they’re both nuts after all 😂 he’s so stupid for thinking he can just get it and she won’t notice #but getting caught like this JXJSJ #sweet friendship bracelets to FIGHTING OVER A GUN AND PLA THE WAY SHE GRABBED THAT KNIFE SO FAST #HE DID NOT SEE THAT COMING

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yeehawgust day 16: prairie fire

#aesthetic.

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rachel zegler's big brown eyes

#* ❪ 🏜 ❫ ◞ lucy gray » she lives in daydreams with me .

[lucygraysboy]

a  sad  smile  tugs  at  the  corners  of  billy’s  lips  upon  hearing  lucy  gray’s  words,  his  bright  blue  eyes  growing  glossy.  he  doesn’t  have  the  heart  to  lie  to  her  this  time,  and  so  the  silence  that  settles  between  them  is  rather  telling.  deep  down,  they  both  know  he  can’t  stay  here  forever  and  that  their  friendship  most  likely  won’t  last,  doomed  from  the  start.  still,  his  heart  lurches  into  his  throat,  part  of  him  wishing  he  could  just  stay  here  with  her  for  the  rest  of  his  days  because  he’s  grown  so  insanely  attached,  but  instead  he  just  says,  “i  won’t  disappear  into  thin  air,  though.  i’ll  write  letters  and  come  visit  if  you  don’t  mind.”  the  hairs  at  the  nape  of  his  neck  standing  up,  he  doubts  that  once  she  learns  who  he  is,  who  he  really  is,  she’ll  want  to  see  him  ever  again.

once  she’s  out  of  sight,  billy’s  left  thinking,  contemplating  his  options.  what  if  she’s  noticed  something  suspicious  about  him?  what  if  bringing  him  dinner  is  just  a  poor  excuse  and  she’ll  instead  come  back  with  the  preacher?  he  can  head  straight  to  the  closet  and  pray,  put  his  life  in  lucy  gray  and  god’s  hands…  or  —  he  glances  toward  the  bed,  where  his  gun  and  boots  are  hidden.  why’d  she  disarm  him  in  the  first  place?  he  was  too  weak  to  even  think  of  shooting  anyone.  for  her  own  safety?  then  why’d  she  bring  him  in?  this  gun’s  been  an  extension  of  his  hand,  saved  his  life  multiple  times,  he  feels  naked  and  vulnerable  without  it.  he  makes  up  his  mind,  making  sure  her  footsteps  aren’t  nearing  before  diving  underneath  the  bed.  there’s  little  to  no  space,  his  shoulder  blades  aching  as  he  rubs  them  against  the  wooden  frame,  long  arms  reaching  for  the  pistol.  he  intends  to  grab  it  and  head  for  the  closet,  and  if  she  comes  back  with  the  preacher,  at  least  he’ll  stand  a  chance.  he  doesn’t  hear  her  opening  the  door,  doesn’t  realize  his  movements  are  slower  than  usual  because  his  body’s  still  very  much  exhausted  and  recovering,  and  so  when  she  walks  in,  he’s  crawling  from  underneath  the  bed,  gun  in  hand.  he  freezes,  but  it’s  too  late…  pale  blues  widening  as  they  land  on  her  brown  hues.

she isn't here to make him a servant, but if he really wants to help she wouldn't mind it. billy taupe could be doing that, should being a good friend and a man, even if the preacher would be getting onto her about trying to make her chores easier. but she sure wouldn't mind when he's gone and he'd never notice anyway, so maybe she'll let him find something easy to do so she can get the bigger things that need to be done accomplished. right now, he just needed to rest and stay out of the preacher's sight though. "i should be sayin' that to you?" he's the one that'll have to leave and no doubt will with all that traveling he says he does.

"good idea," lucy gray gives him a nod to that suggestion– giving him the ok on that and one last smile before hurrying and shutting the door easily. her heart thuds fast each time she has to risk this, stepping down the hall, worrying about bumping into the preacher. she's fortunate he's still not around and quickly scurries around the kitchen, filling the plate enough for both of them with roast, mashed potatoes, a piece of pie and one more extra roll with a cup full of water. it doesn't take her very long, so she's flying back down the hall in no time. the door quickly comes open, she sits the cup and plate down on the table next to the door and grabs her chair, throwing it back under the knob, "i'm back, see i told you."

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[lucygraysboy]

“that’s  what  i  thought.”  swallowing  yet  another  laugh,  billy  wishes  they  didn’t  have  to  be  so  quiet  because  it’s  becoming  more  difficult  by  the  second.  oh,  how  he  adores  her  sense  of  humor!  “the  three  strongest  women  in  kansas.  what  a  pleasure  it  is  to  meet  all  of  you,”  he  lightly  teases,  putting  on  a  show  and  extending  his  hand.  “see?  now  that’s  a  fair  answer.  purple.  alright,  purple  sounds  good,  unlike  rainbow.”  surprised  to  hear  her  cave  in,  he  still  playfully  puffs  out  his  chest  and  tilts  his  chin  up  as  though  coaxing  this  answer  out  of  her  was  his  greatest  success.  “you  really  got  your  hands  full,  lucy  gray.  could  i  make  myself  useful  somehow?  i’m  sure  i’ll  feel  a  lot  better  tomorrow.”  the  more  he  thinks  about  it,  the  more  his  heart  breaks  for  her,  all  jokes  evaporating.  she  has  to  tend  to  all  the  animals  all  by  herself,  take  care  of  that  garden,  cook,  clean…  now  that  explains  why  she’s  strong  enough  to  literally  drag  his  lifeless  body  home  despite  being  so  petite  —  she  works  real  hard  every  single  day.  “of  course,”  he  agrees  softly,  but  his  eyes  flicker  away  from  her  face  and  toward  the  windowsill  where  the  little  sparrow  was  sitting  a  few  moments  ago.  it’s  brief,  a  quick  glance,  but  it’s  there.  guilt-ridden,  he  can’t  hold  her  piercing  gaze  for  long.  luckily,  he  still  remembers  how  to  smile  and  does  just  that.  “hey,  just  don’t  fade  away  in  the  wind  on  me.”  funny  how  he’s  known  her  for  less  than  a  day  and  already  can’t  imagine  his  life  without  her.  his  heart  soaring  every  time  she  smiles  at  him,  the  corners  of  his  own  lips  turning  upwards,  finding  the  gesture  incredibly  contagious.

“you  definitely  do  know  best,  darlin’.”  giggling  softly  as  her  way  of  speaking  begins  to  rub  off  on  him,  he  thinks  it  might  be  considered  rude  if  she  keeps  calling  him  these  sweet  names  and  he  remains  indifferent.  on  the  inside,  his  heart  is  anything  but  indifferent,  though.  even  if  it’s  a  habit,  one  that  means  nothing  in  particular  to  her,  he  still  blushes  and  beams  every  time  she  refers  to  him  as  darlin’  or  sugar  or  sweetheart.  it  heals  his  wounded  soul  in  a  way  no  kiss  ever  could.  “i  know  better  than  to  argue  with  someone  who’s  brought  me  back  to  life.”  and  he’ll  happily  put  more  food  in  his  stomach.  “should  i  wait  in  the  closet?  just  in  case?”  nodding  his  head  when  she  assures  him  that  she  will,  indeed,  be  coming  back.  he  doesn’t  want  her  to  leave  him  alone,  not  even  for  a  second,  but  doesn’t  have  a  good  enough  reason  to  stop  her.  he  tells  himself  it  might  be  a  good  thing,  after  all,  his  chance  to  retrieve  the  gun…  “thank  you,”  he  mouths,  holding  his  breath  as  he  watches  her  move  the  barricade  and  leave.  his  own  finger  shoots  up,  finding  his  lips  as  he  nods  his  head  —  he  won’t  make  a  sound.

“yep, they’re all me.” she answers playfully, grin denting her cheeks remaining after being prodded by his finger. “not when they’re all my favorite, i got love for each and every one. but fine, i’ll stick with purple bein’ my singular favorite.” lucy gray playfully rolls her eyes, deciding to cave to one just so he’ll hush. “i grow ‘em myself, i got a garden out back.” she informs him, that’s why she said they were plentiful in food. plenty of vegetables and fruits, it was another reason she’d rather stay stuck here to her dad’s misery. at least, the animals and gardening was her happiness. “then, good. we’re on the same mindset about that.” a happy smile washed over olive features, honey eyes growing even sweeter. “that is it. i just fade away in the wind, like most angels do.” pearly whites showing as lucy gray grins, deciding she will play along with this angel talk. “he sure can.” the sassy songstress agreed, a single nod of her head and a kittenish smile curling her plump lips. that’s exactly what the father gnome could do, kiss her ass. “well, you sure are a smart one.” she playfully spoke, about him saying he wouldn’t cross her after the snake. makes her want to laugh. “i’m glad, sugar.” voice laced with kindness, it made her grow all the more tender at the way he said it— especially the look in her big warm does. sounding so happy over what would be just some bracelets to most, especially males.

“and i am the doctor so i do know best, darlin’.” if he can fill up on bread, a little bit of meat, veggies and mashed potatoes won’t hurt him. in her opinion, if he’s settling well with the rolls by now he should be able to handle a moderate portion of supper. head snaps back in his direction, does peering down at the dark haired boy and brows lifting at what the sudden fear about her getting away and not coming back is for. “what do you mean? course i’ll be comin’ back. why wouldn’t i?” her dark brows gently pinched once his hand gripped her skirt, did he not trust her? she didn’t exactly trust him, so she shouldn’t feel so offended, she reminds herself. “yes i will.” small hand takes the cup, starting over to the chair under the knob of the door; unblocking it and carefully peeking out of it before the road is clear and she slips back out of it. puts her finger to her lips to signal him to stay quiet, before the door quietly closes. 

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[lucygraysboy]

New Tom interview for Billy the Kid!!

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[lucygraysboy]

“oh, really?” dark brows shooting up in feigned surprise, a little too dramatically for it look believable. “i’d love to meet them. are they in the room with us?” this time, he doesn’t refrain from gently poking one of her cheeks. “is too. when someone asks you to pick one and you pick all of them, that’s cheating.” pale blues playful as they meet lucy gray’s bambi eyes, there’s something about her that makes him feel so carefree, like he’s a little boy again. “do you grow them yourself or trade with neighbors?” carrots and strawberries, he duly notes, now wondering where he might get them. he’s not familiar with this part of kansas. “it means everything to me, too.” and it really does, even if there are things that he simply can’t tell her. it’s for her own good, he tells himself, he’s keeping her in the dark for her safety. bullshit. he’s not telling her the whole truth about who he is because he’s afraid she’ll rat him out. not to collect the bounty, but because she’s a preacher’s daughter — and no preacher’s daughter could be caught hiding an outlaw in her bedroom. but he refuses to admit that to himself.

hearing the hint of confidence in lucy gray’s voice, billy can’t refrain from smirking. she’s so convincing that almost all of his worries disappear at once. “and they won’t ever catch you, hm? is that it? do you know any magic tricks and can disappear? is that what you, angels, do?” he might be teasing her right now, but he can actually picture her outsmarting the mayor and his dogs, or whoever he might send after her, genuinely thinking she’s the smartest person he’s ever met. still, part of him remains concerned — life on the run is anything but easy, and if it came to that, she’d be in more danger than she knows. “mayor gnome lipp, uglier than sin on a sunday, can kiss your behind,” he muses, finding it adorable how she’s already added the word GNOME to her vocabulary. it’s just one more thing he really likes about her, how she’s so adaptable and easy to talk to. billy doesn’t have all that much experience talking to women, especially women as beautiful as lucy gray (though, he’d argue there’s no women as beautiful as lucy gray), but there’s no awkwardness between them. it’s relieving, feeling like he’s known her his whole life. “no, it wouldn’t be good. you’ve already showed her, taught her a lesson. we’ll think of revenge if she ever crosses you again. but i don’t think she will. i surely wouldn’t if i were her, after the snake and the accident.” lucy gray never fails to amaze billy with how kind she is. letting go isn’t easy, it takes a smart, kind-hearted person.

“you have no idea how happy that makes me.” her loving this bracelet that he created for her. it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to him. her touch to his skin takes him by surprise and has him tingling all over, his heart stopping for a second then fluttering and lurching into his throat. his face heating up. “really? well, who am i to argue with my guardian angel, right? i’d love that. thank you.” a small plate of real, home-cooked dinner. his mouth is watering at the mere thought. but then she begins to stand up, using his shoulder as a leverage which amuses him, and he feels panic rising within him, his hand gently clutching the hem of her blue skirt to stop her from getting away. “lucy gray? but you will come back, right?” she doesn’t intend to leave him here, right? his cheeks growing even hotter the second these words are out of his mouth, ringing in his ears, and he lets go of her skirt, embarrassed by how clingy he’s grown. he’s only known her for a few hours. “i — i mean, can i also get another cup of water?” he sheepishly hands her the empty cup, praying she just ignores his sudden attachment.

“how  come  it’s  so  hard  to  believe  we  haven’t?  how  many  have  you  seen,  hm?  how  many?”  billy  playfully  taunts,  tempted  to  dig  his  fingers  into  her  sides  and  tickle  her  mercilessly,  just  to  hear  her  laugh  once  more.  of  course,  he  refrains,  but  it  amazes  him  how  comfortable  he  feels  around  her.  “not  counting  yourself,  lucy  gray.”  he  has  to  clarify,  still  thinking  about  her  cheating  when  asked  about  her  favorite  color.  “why,  thank  you.”  and  just  like  that  he’s  a  blushing  beanpole,  just  glad  he’s  no  longer  eating  or  he’d  choke.  pale  blue  eyes  avoiding  these  captivating  chocolate  hues  as  he  briefly  wonders  if  maybe  she’s  just  making  fun  of  him,  a  sheepish  smile  blooming  on  his  lips.  “wouldn’t  put  it  past  her,”  he  huffs,  his  face  cooling  down  at  the  mere  thought  of  that  goat.  then  again,  it’s  just  an  animal  and  has  every  right  to  be  wary  of  strangers.  “what’s  her  favorite  snack?  i  think  i  should  apologize  for  nearly  dying  in  her  bedroom  and  can’t  go  empty-handed  or  she’ll  never  forgive  me.”  as  soon  as  he  feels  better,  he’ll  try  to  make  amends  with  shamus.  for  lucy  gray’s  sake,  but  also  because  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  disliked  by  a  goat.  “it  sure  is.”  he’s  got  a  good  idea  about  how  the  horses  are  feeling.  after  all,  she’s  tended  to  him,  too,  fed  him,  made  him  a  friendship  bracelet…  and  he’s  already  falling  in  love  with  her.  

“that’s  very  sweet  and  brave  of  you,  lucy  gray.”  both,  overcoming  her  fears  and  trusting  a  man  she  knows  so  little  about.  he’s  so  deeply  touched  by  her  words,  especially  the  last  part,  that  he  can’t  help  but  melt  on  the  inside.  she  doesn’t  look  like  the  kind  of  girl  who  puts  her  heart  into  other  people’s  hands  easily,  unlike  him,  and  so  he  understands  just  how  monumental  this  moment  is.  a  sincere  smile  playing  on  his  lips,  he  doesn’t  dare  taking  her  hand  into  his  again,  but  he  does  bring  his  bracelet-clad  wrist  even  closer,  until  the  beads  are  clanking  softly,  colliding  gently  with  each  other.  “and  i  promise  to  never  let  you  down  or  lie  to  you.”  the  words  leave  his  mouth  before  he  can  actually  think  them  through  or  realize  he’s  already  lied  to  her  in  a  way  when  he  refused  to  tell  her  about  his  journey,  how  he’s  on  the  run  because  he’s  a  wanted  man.  “then  we’ll  take  one  of  them  out  for  our  first  trip.”  the  more  he  listens,  the  more  his  heart  breaks  for  her.  he  feels  so  very  guilty  for  hiding  his  real  identity,  and  she’s  here  confiding  in  him,  sharing  a  piece  of  her  own  soul.  god,  he  is  a  horrible  man,  after  all.  “having  your  mama’s  horse  must  mean  a  lot  for  you.  i  think  i  already  know  which  one  you  should  learn  on.”  the  one  that  belonged  to  her  mother.  it  must  be  a  sign,  he  thinks.  “wednesday  afternoon,”  he  repeats  in  wonderment,  nodding  his  head  in  a  silent  thank  you.  that  means  he’s  been  on  the  run  for  almost  two  weeks  then.

laughing  softly  as  she  explains  the  saying  to  him,  it  suddenly  makes  so  much  sense  that  he  intends  to  remember  and  use  this  phrase.  “agreed.  took  two  cultures  to  find  the  perfect  words  to  describe  her,  if  that  doesn’t  tell  you  what  kind  of  person  she  is…”  he  trails  off,  grinning  and  wiggling  his  eyebrows  to  amuse  her.  god,  he  loves  hearing  her  laugh.  “no  more  snakes  down  her  dress  then,  lucy  gray.”  or  that  man  will  find  a  way  to  hang  her,  billy  thinks  but  doesn’t  dare  say  out  loud,  the  unspoken  words  turning  into  worry  and  sadness  in  his  bright  blue  eyes.  she’s  so  kind  and  full  of  light,  it  was  all  a  harmless  prank  in  the  end…  but  he  knows  how  powerful,  corrupt  men  are  and  a  shiver  runs  down  his  spine.  “better  to  stay  away  from  her  altogether  than  get  whipped  in  the  streets.”  there’s  no  more  humor  in  his  voice,  only  fear.  if  she’s  messed  with  the  mayor’s  daughter,  she  might  be  in  serious  trouble  when  said  mayor  ever  crosses  paths  with  her.  billy  doesn’t  tremble  easily,  but  this  thought  alone  makes  him  nauseous.  “i’m  so  happy  you  like  it,  but  no,  thank  you,  lucy  gray.  i’m  never  taking  mine  off.  i  hope  they  bury  me  with  it.”  so  he’ll  be  able  to  keep  it  forever  forever.  he  gently  pushes  the  plate  with  the  last  roll  towards  her,  smiling  invitingly.  “i  think  now  is  the  perfect  time  to  split  it  between  us,  don’t  you  agree?”

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[lucygraysboy]

it’s crazy how he looks just like my husband

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