I am filled with rage and disappointment.
Since 9, I've been trying to write this stupid drabble. It's three in the morning.
I don't own anything.
John grunted in pain as Bonnie dabbed the cloth against his wound more forcefully than necessary. She tightened her hold on his wrist as if to keep him still.
"Why do you insist on picking a fight with every fool that runs through the ranch?"
The ex-outlaw watched as she wrapped a bandage around his forearm. A bullet had grazed his skin, but it was nothing he couln't handle. The other guy fared far worse; Seth would be hanging out with one more body tonight.
"To protect it," He nodded his head towards the window. The golden ground had become his home and he wouldn't let anyone threaten it. Then he shifted his gaze to the woman who he had come to love. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. "And you."
A faint blush spread across her cheeks, but she continued to glare at him. "All you're doing is attracting more fools! Next time the bullet won't barely miss, you'll have one in your gut! Or your empty head!"
Bonnie threw down the rag she cleaned his injury with. Storming out of the room, she yelled "Stupid man!"
John stood, smiling at her outburst. He couldn't resist calling out, "What was that?"
The door immediately flew open again, "STUPID MAN." He adored the way she looked completely insane with her hair falling down in her face for the split second before-
Slam! The whole house shook.
"Well," John muttered with a grin, "That's what I thought I heard."
He stared lovingly at the closed door and calculated how long she would stay mad at him. Roughly five hours… if he was on his best behavior.