Just a little something for the heck of it.
Checkers
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em.
The red checker hit the board with a satisfying click as Marshal Matt Dillon jumped four of his friend and current opponents black pieces to land at the top of the board. "King me." he said with a grin.
Doc Adams snorted. "Don't be thinkin' your too smart there Mister Marshal. You haven't won this one yet." Then he began to study the board in front of him, looking for his next move.
Matt grinned at him again. "I don't huh? Sure looks that way to me."
Doc gave no response, just picked up one of his pieces and began to move it before he hesitated and set it back down on the board.
Watching him carefully, Matt said, "Doc you have to move that one, you picked it up."
Doc scowled at Matt and picked the piece up then mumbled to himself, "I don't see why I can't pick it up and put it back down, I should be able to pick up and put down all the pieces that I want to."
"What was that Doc?" Matt asked.
"Nothing." Doc said grumpily before he picked the piece up and moved it into a position that was going to end up getting two more of his pieces jumped.
Grinning Matt picked up his piece and jumped Doc's two remaining pieces. "I'd say I won this one Doc."
Doc looked at the board in somewhat disbelief that he had lost so easily before looking at his young friend and saying, "Well I don't believe that you can do it twice in a row." Then he began to clear the board and set it up for yet another game.
The next game was ruthless with each player contemplating each and every move until once again Matt was victorious over his old friend. By this time Doc was beginning to get disturbed, Matt NEVER won that many games in a row. Rather it was often the other way around, Doc was the one winning and gloating and Matt was the one looking rather defeated. So not being on the winning edge of things was a new experience for the physician. So they played again, again and again.
By the end of the fifth game and Matt's fifth time being the victor Doc finally gave in and allowed his frustration, which had been close to boiling since game three, explode. "I don't know how your doing Matt. Your cheatin' somehow, aren't you?" he asked, leaning over the table, closer to his friend.
Matt had to control the urge to laugh as he stood and laid a hand on his old friends shoulder. "No I'm not cheatin' Doc, but I have been getting a lot of practice."
Doc got a dumbfounded look on his face. "Practicin'? With who? Chester?"
Matt smiled, "No not with Chester."
Doc not really listening to Matt, still amazed that they young marshal had been practicing his checker playing skills with someone like Chester Goode was amazing to him. "Chester isn't a good practice opponent. You'd be better off playing with Kitty or-or a monkey!"
Matt smiled again and tried to shake Doc out of his ranting. "Doc, I haven't been practicing with Chester. I've been playing with Kitty and she's getting quite good."
"Kitty?" Doc said loudly before calming down a bit. "Oh well, you know I taught her."
"Yup." Matt replied.
"Has she been beatin' ya?" Doc asked, standing and pulling on his ratty old coat.
Matt pulled on his gunbelt and buckled it. "Occasionally."
"That's a good girl, I taught her all the tricks."
"Yup and she's been teaching them to me." Matt said with a slight grin.
Doc had his hat in his hand and Matt watched as his mouth fell open before he snapped it shut and smashed the old hat on his head. Then he turned on his heal and headed towards the office door, "I'm goin' to the Long Branch, you can come over and buy me a beer."
Matt laughed and picking up his own hat followed his old friend out the door. He wouldn't miss the fireworks between Doc and Kitty for anything.
I know, I know. Prolly the dumbest thing that my brain ever conjoured up. I wasn't gonna post it but changed my mind out of boredom. Let me know what you think…did I do the right thing??