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myfictionalboyfriendsandme · 10 months

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Wuthering Heights

Pairing(s): Chavez y Chavez x Reader

Prompt(s): A cowboy being secretly fond of you… they share a book with you even though they can’t read

Word Count: Around 2,900

Warning(s): nothing super crazy, talk of malnourishment, talk of traumatic experiences but nothing specific

Rating: T

Author’s Note(s): There isn’t nearly enough content for this man, so enjoy!

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It was after dinner when they all relocated for reading and writing time.

The boys who had already been living at the Tunstall farmstead all moved to their regular spots. John took his place in the rocking chair near the fireplace. Doc remained at the dining room table across from Richard, his writing book and his pencil in front of him. Steven sat in the wooden chair that was situated against the brick to the left of the fireplace while Charlie settled down directly in front of him on a bench.

(Y/N) smiled at the routine of it all. Whenever they gained a new person on the ranch, she could see the confusion on their face as John explained to them they would learn to read and write if they expected to stay. 'They are tools that will help you survive in the new world.' John would say. She thought it was amazing that he wanted to help these young men become more successful than any of them ever thought they would be.

They all had different experiences and backgrounds, some more educational than others. She and Richard were taught how to read and write by their mother and their grandmother back in Vermont. Doc knew how to read, he just had to work on his writing skills. He was quite a fast learner, already making leaps and bounds towards being able to write on his own. Steven and Charlie never learned how to read or write, but these sessions were good for them. Both of them had only been around for a few months and she could tell they were also improving. She couldn't tell if that came down to the fact that they were also fast learners or if they just had a really good teacher.

Probably the latter.

She was about to move to her designated spot, to the right of the fireplace on a cushion on a raised section of brick (she liked it because she could lean against the wall while also leaning into the warmth of the fire), when she noticed Chavez hadn't moved. He stood against the wall that divided the dining room from the parlor, probably observing everyone's actions, not really knowing what to do. (Y/N) knew it was hard being the new person around, but she was determined to make sure he felt welcome.

Chavez had been with them for about a week now and he had barely said two words to anyone, excluding herself and John. Today was the first day that he had left his room during working hours and tonight was the first night that he was able to join them for dinner and reading time. For the last week, either John or (Y/N) had taken dinner to him so he could eat while he remained comfortable in bed. He was still malnourished, but not nearly as bad as when he first arrived. (Y/N) could tell he had seen things that were probably extremely traumatizing for him. Most of the time when she would sit with him in his room he would just stare off into the distance, as if he was deep in thought. John had explained that it seemed like he was in a bad place and ultimately he just wanted to help him find his way back to a better one, but to do that they had to work slowly.

As everyone was settling in, (Y/N) made her way to Chavez and looked up at him. He had a good eight inch height difference when compared to her. "You can sit next to me." She put on her friendliest face without making it seem like she was trying too hard. "It's the best seat in the house and I'll let you sit next to the fire, make sure you stay warm."

She knew he had been perpetually cold since he had arrived. The first night he slept directly in front of the fire, unwilling and quite possibly unable to even think about moving away from the warmth it provided. She could understand why, his skin had felt like ice. It was only after she gathered almost every blanket in the house and draped them around him that he had stopped shivering. After that night, they had moved him to a bedroom on the second level of the house so he could sleep in a real bed, but she knew he still longed for the fireplace.

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The third night, after the other boys and John had already gone to bed, (Y/N) stood perusing the book shelf that was situated in a little alcove to the right of the stairs. It wasn't uncommon for her to be found downstairs reading in front of the fire. She had always been a night owl, especially when compared to the other men of the house, so she was almost always left to her own devices after the sun went down. Occasionally Doc would join her if he couldn't sleep or if he felt like talking before he went out to the bunk house, but anyone else was unexpected, which was probably why she was so surprised to hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

They were very faint. Honestly, they were so faint that she almost thought she was imagining them. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chavez appear at the bottom of the stairs, his body wrapped in a buffalo hide blanket. He looked around before quietly maneuvering his way to sit on the floor in front of the fire. He hadn't seen her. Not that she assumed that would be a problem. Since she was the one to take care of him that first night, she was one of the only people in the house that had gained his attention. He didn't seem to fully trust anybody just yet, and who could blame him with what he'd been through, but (Y/N) was set on making sure he felt comfortable.

At that moment, she decided she wasn't going to let him sit alone.

She quickly grabbed the book she had been looking for - Wuthering Heights - and cautiously made her way to the fireplace into his peripheral vision. He was just sitting there with his legs crossed, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and his eyes glued on the flames. In the light of the fire, the dark circles under his eyes became even more prominent than they were before.

"Hi." She moved to the floor and sat down beside him, setting the book down on the bench behind them. "Can't sleep?"

She watched as he took a long, shuddering breath. After a moment of silence, she thought he might not answer her but he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself before whispering. "Tengo frío." His voice was hoarse and scratchy from lack of use.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. "Let me get you a cup of tea. It'll help." She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Lucky for her, she had already been preparing her favorite tea so she could enjoy a drink while she read. She grabbed two ceramic mugs out of the cupboard and poured the steaming liquid into each before making her way back to the fireplace. "I like to drink tea while I read." She carefully sat down and put the mugs on the floor in front of them. "John introduced me to this one. He calls it English Evening."

"Thank you." Chavez whispered.

"You're welcome." She smiled and picked up her mug, lightly blowing over the top of it.

All was silent except the crackle of the flames, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The atmosphere in the room just felt... content. She turned around and grabbed Wuthering Heights. "I was going to read." She looked at him, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. "I could read to you if you like. I read to the other boys all the time."

After a few more moments of silence, he did something she wasn't expecting. He looked at her and gave her a small, one sided smile.

"It's called Wuthering Heights." She smiled back at him before opening it to the first chapter and reading out loud. "1801. I just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with..."

Every once in a while Chavez would reach down and take a sip of his tea before gently placing it back on the ground. She was glad he liked it. With how sick he had been when he arrived, it was good for him to drink something soothing. She also noticed that he started to look over at the book in her hands, a slight hint of curiosity in his eyes. He shifted his body closer to hers so he could look over her shoulder. She positioned the book so that it was in-between them, giving Chavez a better opportunity to follow along with her as she read on.

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After that night, (Y/N) and Chavez meeting downstairs to read together became the new normal. The boys would go to bed, (Y/N) would grab Wuthering Heights from the bookshelf before making them two cups of tea, and Chavez would silently make his way down the stairs to sit in front of the fireplace. (Y/N) would start a conversation about something random before she started reading (to try to get him to talk to her - it was working!), they would each take a couple sips of their tea, and then they would read until each of them got tired.

(Y/N) was excited to have Chavez finally join them for reading and writing after dinner. She realized it hadn't been long since he arrived at the Tunstall farmstead and she knew he needed to recuperate, but it was nice having everyone together. It was their family time, and he was a part of their family now.

She grabbed the newspaper from the counter in the kitchen and made her way towards John, Chavez trailing behind her. She handed the paper off to John and motioned to the spot next to the fire. Chavez sat down and immediately leaned against the brick of the fireplace, still looking around and making observations about everyone else in the room. (Y/N) grinned to herself as she watched him. He looked much more alert now that his health was recovering, and it wasn't just the mental changes that seemed to be improving, but the physical ones, too. His skin had retained a healthy glow and there was a new light found in his eyes.

It was very refreshing.

She leaned towards him and started whispering. "John will start reading first before handing the paper off to someone else, then we all take turns."

He looked at her and nodded.

"Lincoln County New Years Dance." John began as he straightened out the paper in his hands. "A dance will be the big social feature for Lincoln on New Year's Eve..."

(Y/N) smiled as John continued to read. As she told Chavez before, she always read to the boys in the house. They always told her she had a beautiful voice. According to Doc, her soprano sound was like a delicate set of silver bells in the winter wind (he was forever the poet of the house). She loved reading to the boys because she knew it made them happy, but there was a part of her that loved switching roles every now and then. She cherished the time after dinner when the boys would take turns reading to each other because it was a chance for her to just sit and listen. It was one of her favorite ways to relax at the end of the day.

John had finished reading his section of the newspaper and looked up at the boys, trying to decide who to hand it off to. He leaned forward in his rocking chair and stood up, making his way to Steven. He handed the paper to the young man and showed him where to pick up. Out of all the boys, Steven was the one who knew the least. He was making excellent progress, but he still required quite a bit of help. John would kneel down next to him and use his finger to lead Steven's eyes across the page. They had to stop on every word to sound it out, but (Y/N) didn't mind. She loved witnessing someone learn.

Once Steven had finished, the process repeated for Charlie. John knelt down next to the bench Charlie perched on and moved his finger across the page. Charlie didn't need to pause on every single word, it was more like every third or fourth. His reading was still choppy, but there were certain smooth passages that (Y/N) was really happy to hear.

Eventually, John made his way back to his rocking chair and held the newspaper towards (Y/N) and Chavez. "Chavez, I believe it's your turn."

(Y/N) saw Chavez' head look up and over towards John, eyes slightly wide. She smiled at him, trying to be as encouraging as possible. She was excited to finally hear him read. She had thought about asking him to do it during their nightly reading sessions when he'd follow along over her shoulder, but she didn't want to scare him off. Just from listening to his one word responses throughout the week she knew she was going to love the sound of his voice. It took everything in her not to beg him to speak more just so she could listen to him talk.

After her shining smile of inspiration, she expected him to take the paper and read aloud to his heart's content. What she wasn't expecting was his response.

"I don't know how to read." He whispered.

Her eyes widened in faint surprise. She had no idea. When they read at night, he seemed so invested in 'Wuthering Heights' that she didn't even question his reading ability. She'd even seen his eyes moving across the pages.

John nodded. "Then we shall teach you. You happen to be sitting next to the second best teacher in the house." He winked and smirked at (Y/N).

She snapped her attention to him and started laughing, along with the rest of the boys in the room. Rolling her eyes, she looked back at Chavez. "I would be honored to teach you, Chavez. We can start tomorrow."

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That night after the rest of the boys had gone to bed, (Y/N) was in front of the fireplace on the floor with their book and two cups of tea. She heard his footsteps move down the stairs and towards her before he sat down next to her, immediately grabbing his mug of English Evening.

"I had no idea." She spoke, looking at him sip his tea. "Why didn't you say anything? I could've started teaching you days ago."

Chavez stared into the fire. She wasn't expecting a long response.

"I just can't believe I wasn't considerate enough to even ask you." She continued. "It's just that I saw your eyes move across the pages and I-"

"You have a beautiful voice."

She paused. She hadn't been expecting that. Though, that seemed to be a common theme for her in the last week.

She tilted her head at him, a slight blush highlighting her cheeks. "Thank you."

He continued watching the flames lick the sides of the bricks. "I didn't say anything because I enjoyed listening. Your voice is very soothing." He moved his eyes from the fire to her.

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at him. She was surrounded by boys who always treated her with the utmost respect. They gave her compliments, they helped her around the house when they could, and they protected her to the best of their ability. She knew everything they did was genuine, but for some reason, her heart skipped a beat when Chavez spoke to her. It wasn't like that with the other boys. This feeling was different.

She had always been described as an incredibly honest person (mostly by her older brother, Richard), therefore, she didn't hold back when it came to expressing her feelings to others. This moment with Chavez was no exception. "You make me feel so..." She trailed off, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. Would he think she's crazy?

"Different?" He asked.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes." She nodded. "But different in a good way."

He smiled softly. "Me, too."

As they spoke, she suddenly noticed they had drifted closer to one another. In fact, they were so close that she could feel his shoulder length hair tickling the side of her neck. What was happening to her? It was like she had been hypnotized.

"I like spending time with you." Chavez said, his dark eyes bright from the glow of the fire.

She didn't think her blush could get any deeper. "I like spending time with you, too."

She suddenly couldn't take it anymore and looked away from him, her eyes fixed on the fire. She did not normally act like this. She had never encountered something, or someone, that made her feel anything less than confident, but with Chavez she was second guessing everything. Her hand moved to the floor in-between them so she could lean her upper body weight against it, but before she could do anything, she felt something else on the ground. Quickly looking down, she realized she was touching his hand.

He didn't pull away.

He did the exact opposite actually.

She left her hand where it was, and ever so gently, he moved his hand so it was on top of hers before giving it a gentle squeeze.

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Translations

Tengo frío - I’m cold

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slutforbuck · 1 year

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Longing - Part 3

P1 P2

By the time you made it back to the ranch, you had cried yourself to sleep. Tears stained Chavez’s black shirt, and his coat was wrapped around your shoulders. Dick gently pulled you from your safe space in Chavez’s arms while he dismounted. Silently, Chavez took you from Dick and carried you to your room. Your eyes opened as your tense body fell against the softness of the mattress, and the agony from the morning hit you again. Frantically your eyes searched the room for comfort and you choked back a sob. “Chavez..Please. Please tell me he isn’t gone. Please.” It felt as if Murphy himself was ripping Chavez’s heart out of his chest while watching the tears fall freely from your eyes, your body shaking from the sobs and heartache. He pulled you to him, holding you so tight that he may crush you. The two of you sat that way, clinging to each other like burrs on a saddle. When all your tears had been cried, you listened. Silence. Something you had always craved, but was now so unwelcome.

You stood surrounded by your boys, Alex, and Susan as your father was laid to rest. “For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God, in his wise providence, to take out of this world the soul of our deceased brother, we therefore commit his body to the ground. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.” Susan led you to the wagon while Alex led the boys to JP Wilson. “You can stay with us for as long as you need to Y/n. I know how hard it will be to try to go home now.” You gave her a soft smile as Alex joined you, driving you towards home.

“Deputized?! Alex no! First of all I was his DAUGHTER! I should be there right along with them. Am I not allowed justice? And second, you’re going to let hot-headed Bonney go off with AUTHORITY?” “Y/n. You are a lady.” Alex’s voice grew stern as he send an almost disapproving look to you. “I know that you are more than capable of taking care of this and yourself, but this is not something you need to do. As for Billy, he has five other level headed young men to keep his straight. They’ll serve their eleven warrants, and it will all be over.”

For days you were a nervous wreck. There had been no word from or about the boys, and worry began gnawing at your thoughts. Your nail beds had become red and raw from anxiously picking at them. Mindlessly, you floated towards the barn searching for a distraction. Before you could reach it, Alex came riding up the road pulling the wagon to a stop next to you. “Any news, Alex?” Your voice was soft and quiet, but full of hope and worry awaiting any news of your boys. Alex sighed as the paper passed into your hands. “You may have been right about Billy.” He snapped the reins and headed to the house, leaving the dust swirling around you. “"Nine men lay dead or at death's door yesterday noon following a gunfight between Lincoln resident Henry Hill, forty-five, and what patrons have called a ‘kid’. A local miner has identified 'the Kid’ as one Henry McCarthy, also known as William H. Bonney, nineteen or twenty. In a flaming shootout 'the Kid', Billy, killed Mr. Hill then took on an onslaught of Hill's partisans bringing the damage to six verified slayings. Bonney is believed to be the captain of a deputized gang.” Murphy is going to kill them all.

chavez pov

There had to be a way out of the mess Billy had created for them, and Chavez only knew one way to find the answer. Snow crunched beneath his bare feet as he searched the ground, gathering what he needed. Darkness soon surrounded the Regulators, with only a soft light from the fire to illuminate the cup being passed around the circle. “We've come to a place where we are lost, no? When an Indian is lost, he must reach into the spirit world to find the way. On the Spirit Road, he'll be shown a sign. This is the way to the Spirit Road. We're lost right now. But I'll find us the way.” Steve rolled his eyes as the cup made its way to him, “Oh Christ, Chavez! That's all we need is some more of your red-ass Navajo mambojahambo. We're running out of time here, Chavez.” “Is that any good? Chavez, what is that?” Charley looked worried looking at the cup being passed around. A simple reply was given, “Peyote.”

The sun was rising over the mountains, the light slowly filtering through the dust and smoke surrounding Chavez on the ledge he was standing atop. Slowly he turned facing North. East. South. The land was red and the rivers ran with blood in every direction. There must be a way. Please Great Spirits, show me the way. Turning to the west, the blood vanished. A woman turned to greet him, her arms outstretched and her hair flowing in the soft breeze. He reached towards her, only to watch her be pulled onto a golden brown mare and riding off towards Old Mexico. West.

#young guns #young guns movie #young guns 1988 #young guns imagine #jose chavez y chavez #chavez #chavez x reader #billy the kid #dirty steve stephens #doc scurlock #john tunstall #dick brewer #charlie bowdre

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scuddish · 2 years

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LOU DIAMOND PHILLIPS as CHAVEZ YOUNG GUNS 1988 | dir. Christopher Cain

#his flowy hair <3 #lou diamond phillips #loudiamondphillipsedit #young guns #young guns 1988 #younggunsedit #JOSECHAVEZ #jose chavez #jose chavez y chavez #josechavezedit #*scuddish.gif #his character development from being cold to taking bullets...bro #characters #favorites #mine #2022 favorites #underrated

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chickenshitcowboy · 1 year

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so it’s hIS FAULT

#young guns #doc scurlock #kiefer sutherland #young guns ii #young guns 2 #young guns 1988

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diamondstuddedflunkies · 1 year

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That one scene in Young Guns where they're shooting guns in the air and singing Auld Lang Syne.

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disdaidal · 3 months

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Hell yeah

The love I have for this guy <3

#chavez y chavez #lou diamond phillips #young guns 1988 #i may have been a little bit obsessed with lpd back in the day. searching for his movies #but i have no regrets

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blenna3967 · 1 year

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Saw your Lost Boys/Young Guns post. We all need a club. Back when I was younger… I did the sameeeeeee thing. And my mom was like “damn, well …. I.. okay.”

Yes! We absolutely need a club. Personally, I blame Kiefer Sutherland. I don't know what it is about his 80s-90s movies that make me go insane. I'm glad for it though ;)

#I showed my friend a pic of Kiefer from young guns and she lost it over him as well #a study needs to be done on those films I swear #also thanks for the ask!#it's my very first one!#(nevermind that I've been on Tumblr for years)#young guns 1988 #young guns #the lost boys #kiefer sutherland #brenna's answers

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midnightcowboy1969 · 2 years

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He is so... 🐎🤠🐶💕

#...#so #my fancam #casey siemaszko #young guns 1988 #i know the music but come on

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fizzydrink-fanclub · 2 years

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Richard M. Brewer

Okay so I got bored and looked up the different people that the characters in Young Guns were based off of. I started comparing how the people looked to the actors, if the actors looked like the people that they portrayed. Obviously none of the actors looked like the real outlaws, but then I saw this picture of Richard M. Brewer, portrayed by Charlie Sheen in the movie, and oh my gosh... The resemblance is kind of freaking me out tbh. Like, if he doesn’t look like Charlie Sheen, he at least looks like Martin Sheen or Emilio Estevez.

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blood-sucking-freaks · 2 years

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BWKNEKE I ORDERED YOUNG GUNS ON VHS AND THE DESCRIPTION SAID THAT IT WAS GENTLY USED SO U WAS EXPECTING SONG IGHY DAMAGE OR SLIVHT SKIPPING BUT HOLY SHIT ITS IN ITS ORIGINAL WRAPPING

I ORDERED ANOTHER ONE

THERES NO WAY IN HELL IM OPENING THIS

#the freak speaks #young guns 1988 #young guns #vhs

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zigzagziggyyy · 4 months

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Lou as Chavez in young guns 🔫

#lou diamond phillips #young lou diamond phillips #young guns chavez #young guns #1988 #western movie #Mexican Indian #actor #80s #guns #action #own gifs

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slutforbuck · 1 year

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Longing - Part 2

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You were trying not to laugh at William ’s attempt to feed the pigs when they rode in that afternoon. The sound of horses alerted you before you ever saw them.

“Daddy! You better come quickly!” You stood tall and proud as Murphy rode towards you with a smirk across his slimy fcae. Your father came to stand next to you. “Good afternoon, gentlemen.” “Good afternoon John.” Sheriff Brady leaned forward on his saddle horn to address your father. “Mr. Dolan and Mr. Murphy are complaining about their merchandise wagon being plundered. They think you’re behind it.” In sync, you and Dick started forward, “That’s a fargin’ lie and you know it!” “Richard. Y/n.” Dick backed down, but you stayed on edge. “Mr. Murphy is going to continue coming to you and claiming I’ve taken his property until I’m pronounced a thief and shaken out of Lincoln. I’ve never touched his property. I have no cause.” “Well! The Belted Earl has spoken.” Murphy locked onto your eyes, immediately making you uneasy. “Look behind you Earl. All I see are hired thieves. Shame such a pretty girl has to be here with this filth. You could have a fine place with me lass.” The men with Murphy and Brady laughed, all knowing exactly the place Murphy had in mind. “You son of a bi��“ Your words were cut off when Chavez yanked you back, covering your mouth. His soft whispers tickled your ear, “No querida. Not now. Things will only be worse.” You watched as Murphy dropped from his horse, whispering harshly to your father. Chavez pulled you behind him, shielding you from the men’s view. Peering from behind his arm, you watched Murphy mount his horse, readying himself to depart. “You are ambitious Earl. But you’d be better off selling ladies’ undergarments in Hamstead. Get ready for hell!” With the last threat, the group rode off back towards town. You stayed in your place behind Chavez until your father came for you. “Thank you for protecting her. I’ve got her.” Chavez’s warm gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then he turned away. John looped your arm through his and guided you back inside. “Pay him no mind Y/n. He’s just a cruel old man.” But there was more to Mr. Murphy than just cruelty. You could tell from the cloud’s in your father’s eyes that he was worried.

Knock. Knock. “Y/n, dear, could you get that?” You weren’t sure who to expect when you opened the door, no on e really came out to the ranch, and none of the boys knocked. A tall, lanky young man stood at the door, bags tossed carelessly over his shoulders. “May I help you?” The door was open just wide enough for half your body to be seen, and the young man looked taken aback. “Uh, I’m sorry ma’am. I must be at the wrong place. I’m looking for the Tunstall ranch.”“You found it.” The door swung wide, and you were shooed away, barley catching the young man’s name. McCloskey.

William accompanied you and your father into town in the days leading up to New Year’s. William needed nice clothes, and you were allowed a new dress. William and your father smiled as you stepped onto the shop’s porch in your new dress. “Why Miss. Tunstall you look mighty nice!” You smiled at William and gave a twirl, “You clean up nicely too William.” John went to ready the wagon and William helped you up into the seat. “Y/n, I’m mighty thankful for you and John welcoming me in the way you have.” “You’re family now Billy.”

Waiting outside the ranch home, the boys watched as Chavez threw his knives into the well bucket and admired his skill. Shots were fired from the roof, startling them all. “Regulators!” William’s laughter died down, and the men all looked towards John. Charlie was the first to speak, “Y/n’s coming isn’t she?” “Who gets to be her escort this year?” The men’s voices began to merge with each other, all eager to see you. Before John could answer, you stepped out onto the porch. “To answer your questions: Yes, I am coming. And no, I do not need an escort. I would like a dance with each of you tonight though.” The boys all grinned and agreed, while your father walked you to the wagon.

You sat with Charlie, Steve, and McCloskey laughing at Billy’s attempt to dance. The music slowed, and eyes fell on you from feet away. Chavez came to you, gently pulling you to your feet. You laid your head onto his chest, and he pulled you tightly against him. Softly, your eyes closed, and you inhaled, drinking in his scent. Warm leather and worn wood filled your senses as he silently swayed and twirled you to the music. As the song came to a close, you looked up to meet his eyes. Dark and earthy like the ground after a fresh rain, illuminated gold by the flickering fire. He leaned in to you, impossibly close. His warm breath fanned across your lips, but just before he melted into you, gunshots rang out. “Happy New Year!” His lips were so close you could feel his words on yours, “Happy New Year querida.”

The sun had just begun to rise on the ride back, and the boys were joyfully singing off key. Your father looked to you, but you were still back in Lincoln, dancing with Chavez. “What’s on your mind dear?” Your eyes kept a far off look, and your voice was soft. “Daddy, how did you know you were in love with Mother?” Memories glazed over John’s eyes and he smiled. “I imagine it was much like what you feel with him.” You head would have flown clean off your body if you had turned any faster, “Him?” John chuckled, “I’ve seen the stolen glances. The longing looks. The dance, just tonight. Chavez is a fine suitor my darling.” A faint blush covered your cheeks. How could your father know what you were just starting to figure out? The sound of horses behind you pulled both of your from your tender father-daughter moment. “Not the girl.” You started to turn toward the sickening voice, but your father stopped you. “Remember my dear, I will always love you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as the bullets flew and he fell to the ground. “DADDY!!!!!” Your body hit the cold, hard ground when you jumped from the wagon. “Daddy no. Please. No. Please.” Your bloodcurdling screams alerted the boys, and both Billy and Chavez began racing towards you. Doc stopped Billy and guided him away as Murphy’s men came barreling towards them. Chavez managed to get to you without being seen, but you refused to move. He found you laying across your father, sobs racking your body. His usually gentle voice was pressing and urgent, “Y/n please, we have to get you out of here before they come back. Querida please.” Screaming, you hit at him, banging your fists against his arms and chest. “NO! Just leave me here to die!” Chavez finally managed to pull you from your father and get you onto his horse. The kicking and screaming subsided, instead turning to silent sobs, as Chavez rode with you held tightly against you.

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