Author's note: If you saw Twisted Heritage, than you know that there isn't much of this story that follows the original plot except for the names. I took the whole story and cut it up into little pieces and rearranged it to make me happy. After 20 years of nothing from that big Lawman, she deserved a little love, passion, sex and a family. So read on. I hope you will not be disappointed. This is my version of What Should Have Happened.
The stage was traveling at a good speed, making good time. Kitty knew she would get to Sioux Creek in time to meet her 10:00 a.m. connection to Dodge. All that shopping had taken a great deal out of her. The heat beat down on the stage making it awful warm within it's confines. Her only solace was that she was the only passenger; therefore, she was able to discard her jacket and hat without reservation. Her derrière was tired from all the bouncing around and she kept hoping that the stage would stop soon for water or something, so she could get out and stretch her legs. Fanning her face with the hat was not doing the trick. She really should have eaten this morning and now she was feeling the better part of light-headedness for not eating. "You never do listen. Always putting on a brave front and doing as you want anyway and here you are, hungry, tired and light-headed. As Matt would say, serves you right, Red." She smile as she talked quietly to herself. The ideal of Matt scolding her, made her laugh. He was always trying to protect her like a mother hen. "Oh well, can't be too much longer." Suddenly she was brought out of her reverie with the sound of shots being fired. She felt the stage try to speed up and then a hard tug on the reins caused her to jerk forward, throwing her in the seat opposite of her. She then fell to the floor hitting her head on the side of the seat. Knocking herself unconscious.
The driver was dragged from his perch.
"What do you want? We ain't carrying nothing valuable." He said as Blackwolf shoved him and he fell to the ground. His partner, a scruffy looking white man climbed up on to the stage and began throwing things around. He found the strong box under the drivers seat and pulled it out. Tossing it to the ground, he then climbed down. Blackwolf struck the driver, knocking him down, then proceeded to beat him senseless.
"Hey, what did ya go and do that fer?" Tommy asked him.
"Cause I feel like it." Blackwolf stated. Tommy laughed at him as he pulled out his gun and fired on the lock on the box. He knelt down, and sure enough, there was nothing in the box.
"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" He yelled getting up and kicking the metal box. "There ain't nothin' here! I'm gonna kill that ole' fool. He said there'd be something real valuable on this stage. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" He yelled kicking at the box again.
Kitty groggily opened her eyes. Her blouse and torn opened slightly and the top of it was opened, revealing her breast and corset. Slowly she began to sit up, pulling her blouse closed as she did. She gently pushed the boxes off of her. Blackwolf heard the movement inside the stage and went over to the door. Holding his gun, he pulled the door opened. The light flooded the stage and she threw her hand up in front of her eyes to block the morning sun. "Maybe there's still hope for this stage yet." He said reaching into the stage and grabbing Kitty's arm.
"No! Let go of me!" She yelled as he pulled her to the door then grabbed her about the waist and pulled her from the stage completely. "Get your hands off of me!" She yelled and he threw her to the ground. She hit the ground pretty hard, on her side.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Tommy said kneeling down in front of the woman on the ground. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone on a stage?" He asked as he grabbed her chin. Kitty smacked his hand away. He laughed as he stood up. "Well, one things for sure, she's got spirit." He said.
"I like 'em with spirit." Blackwolf said looming over her. Suddenly he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "I like 'em with fight in 'em too." He said pulling her around to face him. He looked at her red hair, the sun danced in it, making it look as though it were on fire. "Take it down!" He stated simply, but Kitty didn't know what he was talking about. He suddenly let go of her arm and grabbed her by the back of the head. Taking his hunting knife with expert precision, he slipped it into her blouse, cutting it opened the rest of the way. He than quickly cut the top of the skirt and then pulled it off of her.
"No! No! Let me go!" She yelled as she swung at him. She pulled away from him and fell to the ground again, this time, leaving the remainder of her blouse in his hands.
The two men laughed at the woman and were so enthralled by her that they didn't notice the battered driver crawling to his gun. Kitty slowly got to her feet, she was out of breath and terrified. There was no place to run. No where to go. The driver cocked his gun, and Tommy turned at the sound, only to take a bullet in the chest. He fell to his knees
as it drove into his chest, into his heart. There was a look of disbelief on his face as he fell face down into the dirt. Kitty looked away in horror. Blackwolf was stunned as well, but pulled the trigger just as the driver pulled his. He hit the driver in the back, and was struck in the shoulder by him. He went to fire again, but as he fell, his shot went astray, striking Kitty and creasing the side of her head. She slammed into the side of the stage. She staggered off of the side then dazedly she slowly began to walk. Blackwolf was kneeling on the ground and saw her walking away. He turned and aimed at her. As his shot went off, so did the driver final shot, hitting the Indian in the chest. Blackwolf's shot struck Kitty in the back and its force threw her into the stage wheel. Pulling herself up using the stage wheel, she slowly got to her feet. Her head hurt and her side was burning, but she had to get home. She didn't know what time it was, probably near noon, the sun was high in the sky and it beat down on her with a vengeance. 'Walk, keep walking.' Her mind was telling her and her body was listening as she walked away from the stage and the three dead people she was leaving behind.
To be continued……Question from the author. Well, do you think I should continue with this one or is it not exciting enough to do so? Let me know what you think. Thank you. Kathleen Russell