I DO NOT OWN HATFIELDS AND MCCOYS. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FASCINATED BY THE STORY OF THE FEUDING FAMILIES AND I ENJOYED THE TV SHOW. AT THE END OF EACH CHAPTER, I WILL GIVE FACE CLAIMS TO ALL THE CHARACTERS.
Pike County, Kentucky. Spring, 1878.
The rain was pouring down like Hell as Jedidiah "Jed" Graham rode through the woods surrounding Pike County. His horse, a Kiger Mustang by the name of Bourbon was trotting along but anyone with eyes could see that the beast was getting tired. Bourbon was a fine animal. He had a light colored sheen to him along with a dark mane and 4 black socks. Jed's father had purchased him from a dealer for a hefty price, but it was worth it. Jed and Bourbon had used to race back in his home around Nashville, Tennessee. Jed Graham had been famous for his speed on the track, it got so that no one wanted to race him because there was no way that they could win, unless they cheated. As Jed rode along through the wilderness, his sword bumped against his waist. To get technical, it was a model 1840 light artillery saber. It had been a gift from Jed's old man. Sgt. Elias Graham had been a cavalry officer in the Confederate army under the command of General Felix Zollicoffer. When he had returned home from the war, Elias had gifted his sword to his only son. It was the only thing that Jed had left of his father. As Jed was thinking about his father, he came to a clearing in the woods. There was a small spring in view.
"What do you think Bourbon?" Jed asked as he stopped his steed near the clearing. "You think that we should set up camp fer the night?" Bourbon responded with a hearty neigh.
"A'ight my friend." He smirked as he dismounted his horse and led him over to the spring where both man and beast enjoyed a drink. Once Jed had drunk his fill, he looked at his reflection in the spring. Jed Graham was a rather handsome looking boy with a head of fluffy brown hair. His white skin was smooth, but he had muscles. Jed also had the deepest pair of brown eyes that made the ladies swoon. Once Bourbon had a good drink, Jed pulled a can of beans out of his bindle and got to making himself a fire. He managed to find some decent kindling and rubbed a couple of sticks together until he lit a spark. Once the fire got going, Jed cooked himself some beans and had a decent supper. After he had eaten his beans, he laid on his back and watched the stars in the nighttime sky. Jed Graham wasn't just some mountain man, Jed Graham was running. He had been running for well over a year. He had ridden from Nashville to Pulaski to Louisville and now to the Tug River Valley. As Jed closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, he was beginning to fear that his days of running might not ever end; at least not with him being alive.
JED GRAHAM HAS COME TO THE TUG RIVER. WILL HE SETTLE DOWN? REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.
FACE CLAIMS
JEDIDIAH "JED" GRAHAM- JOE KEERY