My browns eyes flickered to my mother's, filled with confusion and curiosity. ''Momma? Why's Pa so upset?'' I asked, tugging on her dress. ''Hush now Paige! Your Pa has a lot on his mind right now. Now, why don't ya go run along with your sister?'' Momma nudged me toward my older sister, Roseanna. ''C'mon Paige!" she beamed down at me and off we went. I was still in my Sunday dress, on the account that me and my family had just went to church. ''Rosie, do ya know what's been eating up Pa lately?'' I asked, walking around the church with her. She shrugged. ''Somethin about Mr. Hatfield. I heard him talkin Momma about it this morning,'' she said. ''Pssh, everyone knows those damn Hatfields are nothin but cowards,'' my older brother, Tolbert butted in. I narrowed my eyes, tucking some of my long dark brown hair out of my face. ''Shut up Tolbert! Momma said not to be talkin like that!'' I elbowed him, to which he glared down at me with golden brown hues. ''Ya'll know it's true! Those stupid Hatfields ain't nothin but a bunch of mush heads!'' he scoffed.

''What was that I heard about us Hatfields?''

All three of us turned to meet two pairs of eyes. Two boys, both older than myself stood a few feet in front of us with frowns on their faces. The taller, and most likely older one, had light blonde hair that sort of hung in his face with baby blue eyes. I noticed my sister blush slightly at the sight of him. 'Oh please,' I mentally sighed. I rolled my eyes when I noticed the older boy's gaze soften when he set eyes on Roseanna. I then turned to look at the younger one. I felt my golden brown eyes widen slightly at the sight. He had slightly darker blonde hair than who I assumed was his brother. He was pale with darker blue colored eyes. He looked a year or so older than me and was taller than me by a good six inches. It didn't take long before his gaze locked with mine. ''Can I help you?'' he asked with a certain attitude that made me narrow my eyes into a slight glare.

''Yeah you can get outta my way,'' I retorted, resulting in a warning nudge from Roseanna.

The boy scoffed with a taunting smirk. I didn't even notice that we were now face to face with each other. ''Make me, McCoy,'' he challenged. I saw Tolbert grin, knowing exactly what my next plan of action would be. ''Alrighty then,'' I smiled with false sweetness. The boy quirked a brow. Before he could ask me what I meant, he let out an 'oof' as my fist made contact with his nose. He stumbled back, clutching his nose with a pained look on his face.

''Paige Cassidy McCoy!'' I heard momma's angry voice.

''Serves 'em right. . .,'' Tolbert said after a laugh attack.

''Oh Lord,'' Roseanna hung her head in embarrassment.

I was able to tune out my mother's lecture on how I needed to start behaving like a proper lady and glanced at the boy who I punched. His mother was currently looking him over, making sure I hadn't broken his damn nose. He turned at met my eyes. He smirked slightly, giving me a wink. I felt my mouth open in shock. Who the hell was this boy? And where the hell did he get the nerve to mess with me? I was about to stick my tongue out at the little twit when I was interrupted.

''Sally, the hell is going on here?'' my Pa's frustrated and somewhat tired tone made us all freeze.

''Your daughter here sought fit to punch William Anderson Hatfield in the nose,'' momma sighed, giving me a stern look.

''That true Paige?'' dad asked, slight surprise in his tired eyes.

I hung my head, staring at the ground in shame. ''Y-Yes Pa,'' I said shakily, already hearing the sound of his belt coming down on my backside as punishment. Instead I let out a yelp as my Pa's strong arms lifted me up into a proud hug. ''Well I'll be damned! My lil girl here managed to take down a Hatfield bastard! I'm proud of you sweet heart!'' my father praised loudly. I blinked, beyond stunned. ''T-Thank you?'' I murmured. Although it brought a smile to my daddy's face I felt wrong. I guess it was because I knew it was wrong for me to do that. It left me a sickening feeling as my father continued to boast over my rude actions. My momma attempted to calm him down, saying how people were starting to stare. He of course didn't listen. My daddy was known for having a loud mouth, and that tended to get him in trouble a lot.

I tensed when a tall figure joined the boy and his mother. I felt myself go stiff when I realized who I had punched. The man who had walked over to the boy was non other than Devil Anse Hatfield. I had no idea why he was called ''Devil'' Anse but my Pa called him that a lot so the name just sorta stuck. ''Roseanna, you know who those people are?'' I asked, still wide eyed. She nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ''That's Mr. and Mrs. Hatfield. That there is their oldest son Johnse and the poor boy you just punched is William Anderson Hatfield,'' she explained briefly. I never broke my gaze will William. He continued to smirk at me with a weird look in his eye, even as his Ma tugged him along to go home. I scoffed, turning to load my confused and annoyed butt onto our wagon.

This was when I was no older than six years old. My name would be Paige Cassidy McCoy, second oldest daughter of Sally and Randall McCoy. I have my daddy's dark brown hair and golden brown eyes. My skin is a pale white just like my momma's and I'm on the short side, standing at a proud 5''2. I tend to be headstrong like my father but can be compassionate and motherly just like momma. And this was the day I had first met William Anderson Hatfield, otherwise known as the Devil's Son.