Okay, this story took a lot of research so please review it was written me and my sister, Katrinka the Great (K.t.G), wrote it together so in your reviews say "HIII" to her m'kay?

This is about Jack and my OC, Tessa a half Indian (Native American) half Scottish girl. Enjoy! !DISCLAIMER!: This is not meant to offend any one. This is not an English lesson, don't flame me for bad grammar. I don't own Newsies although I do have Spot, Racetrack, Blink and Mush all locked up in my closet, they will not be released unless I get reviews, and those are my demands.

P.S. I don't plan on doing the accents so you will just have to use your imaginations *gasps from the crowed* yeah, that's right if I have to work for this story so do you!

COWBOYS and INDIANS

Prologue

In the year 1867 a Scottish lad by the name of Fletcher O'Keefe, his father, mother and brother moved from Scotland to Pennsylvania. They stayed there for years until disaster struck. Fletcher's parents died of influenza when he was seventeen years old. By the time that this happened Fletcher's brother, Jacob O'Keefe, had moved to New York and opened a restaurant there with his wife and daughter. Without anything left in Pennsylvania, Fletcher left to go the adventure that all young men dream of. After Fletcher traveled through many of the western states he stopped in Oklahoma and fell in love with a Seminole Indian named Abequa, who married him.

After they wed they were shunned by Abequa's tribe so they left. They traveled northeast, stopping in Illinois because Abequa was pregnant. They had a daughter in the year 1883, Fletcher named her Tessa after his mother. When Tessa was twelve they began to move again hiking up towards Ohio. When they made it to Ohio they settled down for a few years until Tessa's mother and father became sick with chloral. Abequa and Fletcher O'Keefe both died on July 2 1896, within hours of each other. Before Fletcher died he told his daughter to go find his cousin to take care of her. That night she packed all she could carry, sold shat she could not and left. She fallowed a river to Pennsylvania and looked there first, remembering her father's stories of his childhood. She looked for two years for anything of her uncle she finally found out that he was some were in New York. As soon as she found this out she packed all she could and left.

For almost a year she traveled through the rest of Pennsylvania and most of New York until she found out that her uncle's restaurant was in a city called Manhattan.

That is why a young lady with straight black hair and dark green suspicious eyes was standing in the middle of a street looking at the people of New York as if they were from another planet. She had a slight built and was wearing a pair of black pants and a light blue linen shirt and a serious look on her face. Which is understandable because this trip to New York decided her entire future? Tessa looked right then left and taking a deep breath, she stepped in to a restaurant, hopefully her uncle's.

"Excuse me," she spoke, quietly yet confidently. "I'm looking for a man named Jacob O'Keefe, do you know were I could find him?"

The man looked at her surprised, obviously some what shocked to see an Indian in the restaurant.

"Yes, I do," he answered. "That happens to be me but most people call me Tibby."

Taking a deep breath Tessa looked into (supposed) uncle's eyes and then handed him the letter that her father gave to her before died. Tibby looked from Tessa to the letter then took the letter.

Reading it his eyes began to water.

"That fooled got himself killed, eh?" He said, wiping a tear from his eye. "And I guess that, that means that you're Tessa."

"He wasn't killed, he died which you can hardly blame him for." She pointed out. "And yes, I am Tessa which makes you my Uncle Jacob."

"I guess that you and me are gonna have to talk about this, huh?"

"No, we don't, if you want to talk you can talk but I don't have to talk."

"You're a strong one, aren't cha?" Tibby/Jacob said with a smile.

"Years living by yourself will do that to you."

"Yeah," he said, with a small smile. "I guess it would. Well as long as you're gonna live with me you're gonna need to help out."

"Whoa," she said holding up her hands in a defensive way. "I came to tell you that your brother was dead, not to come live with you."

"You didn't read the note did you?" He said.

"It was addressed to you." She said in a serious voice. "If it was meant for me he would have addressed it like wise."

"Well," he said pulling out a paper and pointing out a paragraph in the middle of it. "It says here that I'm your legal guardian, so you have to stay."

Tessa thought about the situation for a moment.

"I'll stay but in less than two years I will be eighteen and when that day comes I plan on leaving."

"That's fine with me."

"So, what do you have in mind for my 'helping out'?"

"I think you'll make a good waitress if you smile more."

"I can try but I make no promises."

"We'll start you out on the newsies, they don't care about manners any way."

"Sounds good."

"Well they come in every day at lunch time so, if I were you I would go get ready."

"Yes sir."

And with that she walked to the back and found an apron.

"Well Fletch," Tibby said, looking towards the sky. "You always were full of surprises, I just hope this one doesn't kill me."

Well what do ya think, I know that the first part had almost nothing to do with newsies but I'm getting to it. Okay now that is done we can go to the fun part! Like I said make sure you say hi to my co-writer/sister K.t.G and if you want take a look at my other stories.

Bravo Yankee Echo, Nori and Katrinka the Great.