Chapter One - A New Regulator

I don't own Young Guns or the plot. I only own my character, Charlotte.

Okay, so, I'm going back and revising the chapters that I already published to change and add some things in it.

Chapter One (Revised on July 31, 2010)

The ride back home from town wasn't that far and it didn't take that long. John Tunstall, a kind Englishman in his late forties, and Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock, a nice young man in his late teens or early twenties, were just coming back from there. While they were in town, they met Billy. A young man about seventeen or eighteen. Billy was running away from some people and John offered him a room to stay at in his home with the rest of the Regulators.

When they arrived at the house, the Regulators were outside and, of course, there was fighting. The fighting was always between the same three people. A dirty man, an Indian, and a girl. The Indian was holding the girl back as she tried to get to the other man that she was arguing with.

"You idiot! You want to know what I really think of you? I think that you're-" She started to yell at him in her English accent that sounded similar to John's.

"Faith, calm down," a man intervened. He had short brown hair and he seemed like the leader of the group.

"Don't tell me what to do; got that Dick," she said, turning around to glare at him.

"John's back," another person said. He had curly brown and was a tiny bit chubby. John pulled the wagon up to the house and Doc and Billy got out of the wagon.

"What happened now?" John sighed, but he was smiling at them. The girl and the dirty man tried to explain at the same time and their words were being mixed together. "One at a time. Faith, you may go first."

"Steve said that he wouldn't get into another fight with Chavez and that he would keep his comments to himself. Well, he got into a fight and then he brought me into it."

"How did he do that?" John asked her.

"Chavez and I were talking then Steve came up and started talking about Chavez like he normally does. I attempted to make him stop, but then he called me a-"

"There ain't no need to go into that," the man said, interrupting her.

"It's 'There is no need to go into that,' not 'There ain't no need to go into that.' Also, there is a reason to go into what you called me."

"No, there ain't."

"Yes, there is and it's 'isn't' not 'ain't.'"

"Stop arguing," the man with the short hair exclaimed. He then turned to John, Doc, and Billy. "I'm Richard Brewer."

"I'm Charley," the man with the curly brown hair said.

"Steve," the dirty man said, nodding his head towards Billy. His face wasn't that clean and he was chewing tobacco.

"Chavez," the Indian said, letting go of the girl.

"Josiah, but you can call me Doc."

"I'm John Tunstall and this is my niece, Charlotte Rebecca Tunstall."

"But you may call me Faith," the girl added.

"This is William and he'll be staying here with us. You'll be staying in the bunkhouse with the rest of the boys. If you don't want to, then you can take the Santa Fe out to Albuquerque in the morning. If you do want to stay, then we have the job for you," John said.

"Go on, get!" Billy yelled at the pigs in the pigpen.

"Did you know that pigs are as smart as dogs?" Charley asked, walking up to Billy and the pigpen. "I knew a guy who taught his pigs how to bark at strangers." Billy pulled his gun out and pointed it at the pigs. "But I ain't no pistoleer or knifesmith like that Chavez. I'm a pugilist, but I ain't gonna expect you to know the meaning of that word."

"Hell, you don't even know why I'm here," Billy said, smirking and putting away his gun.

"Sure, you're a petty thief," but Billy had shook his head. "Rob a bank? Kill somebody?" This time, Billy nodded his head. "Huh, killed somebody," Charley said, looking a little surprised.

"Regulators!" Dick yelled. "Cattle's looking spooked, let's take a look!"

"Whoa, boy! You ain't a regulator; you got to stay here," Charley said as Billy looked around and was about to get away from the pigpen. Charley walked away to the stable to get a horse. Then, he rode off with the rest of them.

"Don't mind them; Charley is always like that to the new guys," a voice said. Billy turned around and saw John's niece, Charlotte Rebecca.

"You're Charlotte Rebecca, right?" Billy said.

"It's just Faith," she said, walking towards him.

"Why?" He asked as she sat on one of the posts of the pigpen.

"It's better than saying Charlotte Rebecca, William."

"It's Billy," he said.

"See, it's for the same reason you like to be called Billy." He just shook his head and finally got a good look at her. She had dark, black hair and bright blue-green eyes. She looked to be about medium height and her hair was past her shoulders. He looked at her dress, but she wasn't wearing one. She was wearing men's clothing. "It's more comfortable to wear this than a dress out here," she said, noticing his look at her clothing.

"William, Charlotte Rebecca, it's time to get ready to eat!" they heard John say from the house. They both got out of the pigpen and started walking towards the house.

"What does he mean by that?" Billy asked Faith.

"It means we have to wash up and get our dinner clothes on, but we might not tonight since you don't have any yet. Or did you bring another set of clothing with you?" She asked him as they got nearer to the house. He shook his head and they got to the door.

"So, how do you like taking care of the pigs?" Faith asked as she opened the door. Billy had let her gone in first and followed after her. The house was spacious and looked cozy.

"It's alright, I suppose," he said.

"Ah, Charlotte Rebecca, please show Master William where we wash up at and tomorrow we will go get your dinner clothes," John said as he saw them come in.

"Yes, Uncle John," Faith said and she made a face at her name. She led him through the house and into a small room. Inside was a washstand with some water in it. "I suppose Dick already filled it up. Oh, you never did answer my question," Faith said, as Billy finished washing.

"What question?"

"The one about you taking care of the pigs," she replied.

"What about it?"

"Do you like taking care of them?"

"Not really; I'm better with cattle."

"Oh, well, maybe Uncle John can let you work them," Faith said when she was finished washing.

"You don't look like him," Billy remarked.

"How so?"

"The only thing have in common is your accents and maybe your eyes," he said as they walked out of the room. Faith led him to the table where everything was set up. The others came in and went to the washing room.

"Well, maybe I don't want to look like him."

"But what if you do?"

"But I don't," she said as the others came to the table. Doc pulled out her chair and she sat down.

"I think you do," he said, taking a chair across from her.

"Well, I don't," she said as the others sat down.

"William, Charlotte Rebecca, are you two getting along?" John asked them.

"Yes, we are," Faith said, as everyone began to bow their heads for the prayer. Billy looked at Faith and she mouthed, "We pray before every meal," and she bowed her own head as Billy did the same.

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