Mortel Chindi Beauté
Warnings: this story contains discipline, don't like it, don't look!
The story takes place after the Civil War has ended. In the Old West, in Tennessee.
The title is in French, Navajo and then French again-Deadly Devil Beauty
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters from the movie American Outlaws, although I'd sure like Cole or Jesse, heck I'd take Jim!
Cast of Characters whom I don't own:
Jesse James
Frank James
Cole Younger
Bob Younger
Jim Younger (yeah he died in the movie and that sucked so in my mind he didn't ^_^)
Zerelda "Zee" Mimms
Comanche Tom
Loni Packwood (he died too but umm yeah.he shouldn't have! For God's sake they took his dog!)
Clell Miller
I do own: Jocelyn "Joey" Bradford
Bertha Henderson
Jerome Coleman
And anyone else I make up along the way ^_^
"Papa, papa!" the small child called as she ran through the house. The door slamming loudly
behind her as she raced down the hall. Her dressed smudged with dirt, leaves clinging to her silky black hair
"Papa" she called again as she ran into his study "papa I." the words died on her lips as she looked at the
men surrounding her father's prone figure on the ground. The wooden floor of his study darkened to a
blood red. Blood, spilling from his body, the men were shouting at someone, her nanny to get her out of the
room. White handkerchiefs pressed against wounds, turning red like magic. "Papa!" she cried as she was
pulled out of the room. She fought against the restraining grip but it was too late, "Papa!" she screamed her
voice cracking with sobs but there was no reply.
-Ten years later-
Sixteen year old Jocelyn Bradford let out a frustrated sigh as she rode her horse Sage onward into
the rainy night. She was cold and wet and the last thing she needed was the two idiots behind her arguing.
Bringing Sage to a halt she slid from atop his back and looked at the two men. They quickly followed her
example and walked near to see what she wanted. "This is where we'll make camp, there's no point in going
further. I don't want to risk Sage getting hurt trying to get through all this mud" she said. The two men
looked at one another silently conversing. "I say you give us our share of the money and we'll be on our
way." Jocelyn sighed internally 'my life can't be easy' she thought before replying. "I don't think that's a
good idea, we should make camp and split the goods in the morning" even as she spoke her hand tightened
on the revolver held behind her back. Taking her by surprise the larger of the two men lunged at her
causing her to fall, with him atop of her. The other meanwhile grabbed the bag of stolen money and moved
to get away but ended up slipping in the mud as well. Soon they were all trying to grab at the bag without
falling back down. Jocelyn watched in horror as a small key flew out of the bag and landed in the mud.
Diving she clutched the key in her hand and tucked it into the top of her dress. About to get to her feet she
was rewarded with the sound of gunshots and a blow to the back of the head before the world disappeared
from view and she fell unconscious.
Cole Younger was tired. He was hungry and tired. Hungry, tired and wet. All he wanted was to
make it to his cousins Jesse's farm with the rest of his gang and retire for a very long sleep. Cole knew they
weren't too far away, maybe an hour or two at most. Of course the horrible weather wasn't helping any.
Hearing what seemed to be some sort of altercation ahead he spurned his horse and motioned for the rest of
his group to follow. Bob Younger, Cole's younger brother, shot a warning in the air so that the travelers
would not be alarmed by their sudden appearance. As they can to stop they could see the dim outline of
two riders fading into the rainy night. "Do you want us to go after them?" Comanche Tom asked, resident
Indian and tracker. Cole shook his head before jumping from his saddle to the ground. "Gimmie a light
would ya?" he asked as he neared the body on the ground. Lighting a small lantern Tom joined Cole on the
muddy ground and crouched over the figure. Cole gently turned the small body over and blinked in
surprise. "It's a girl" the words slipped from his lips "those two bastards were robbing a girl!" Picking her
up, he quickly wrapped her in a blanket and got atop his horse once more. Tom followed suit but not before
tying her horse onto his own. The men moved quickly into the night hoping that Jesse's ranch would come
into sight soon.
Warnings: this story contains discipline, don't like it, don't look!
The story takes place after the Civil War has ended. In the Old West, in Tennessee.
The title is in French, Navajo and then French again-Deadly Devil Beauty
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters from the movie American Outlaws, although I'd sure like Cole or Jesse, heck I'd take Jim!
Cast of Characters whom I don't own:
Jesse James
Frank James
Cole Younger
Bob Younger
Jim Younger (yeah he died in the movie and that sucked so in my mind he didn't ^_^)
Zerelda "Zee" Mimms
Comanche Tom
Loni Packwood (he died too but umm yeah.he shouldn't have! For God's sake they took his dog!)
Clell Miller
I do own: Jocelyn "Joey" Bradford
Bertha Henderson
Jerome Coleman
And anyone else I make up along the way ^_^
"Papa, papa!" the small child called as she ran through the house. The door slamming loudly
behind her as she raced down the hall. Her dressed smudged with dirt, leaves clinging to her silky black hair
"Papa" she called again as she ran into his study "papa I." the words died on her lips as she looked at the
men surrounding her father's prone figure on the ground. The wooden floor of his study darkened to a
blood red. Blood, spilling from his body, the men were shouting at someone, her nanny to get her out of the
room. White handkerchiefs pressed against wounds, turning red like magic. "Papa!" she cried as she was
pulled out of the room. She fought against the restraining grip but it was too late, "Papa!" she screamed her
voice cracking with sobs but there was no reply.
-Ten years later-
Sixteen year old Jocelyn Bradford let out a frustrated sigh as she rode her horse Sage onward into
the rainy night. She was cold and wet and the last thing she needed was the two idiots behind her arguing.
Bringing Sage to a halt she slid from atop his back and looked at the two men. They quickly followed her
example and walked near to see what she wanted. "This is where we'll make camp, there's no point in going
further. I don't want to risk Sage getting hurt trying to get through all this mud" she said. The two men
looked at one another silently conversing. "I say you give us our share of the money and we'll be on our
way." Jocelyn sighed internally 'my life can't be easy' she thought before replying. "I don't think that's a
good idea, we should make camp and split the goods in the morning" even as she spoke her hand tightened
on the revolver held behind her back. Taking her by surprise the larger of the two men lunged at her
causing her to fall, with him atop of her. The other meanwhile grabbed the bag of stolen money and moved
to get away but ended up slipping in the mud as well. Soon they were all trying to grab at the bag without
falling back down. Jocelyn watched in horror as a small key flew out of the bag and landed in the mud.
Diving she clutched the key in her hand and tucked it into the top of her dress. About to get to her feet she
was rewarded with the sound of gunshots and a blow to the back of the head before the world disappeared
from view and she fell unconscious.
Cole Younger was tired. He was hungry and tired. Hungry, tired and wet. All he wanted was to
make it to his cousins Jesse's farm with the rest of his gang and retire for a very long sleep. Cole knew they
weren't too far away, maybe an hour or two at most. Of course the horrible weather wasn't helping any.
Hearing what seemed to be some sort of altercation ahead he spurned his horse and motioned for the rest of
his group to follow. Bob Younger, Cole's younger brother, shot a warning in the air so that the travelers
would not be alarmed by their sudden appearance. As they can to stop they could see the dim outline of
two riders fading into the rainy night. "Do you want us to go after them?" Comanche Tom asked, resident
Indian and tracker. Cole shook his head before jumping from his saddle to the ground. "Gimmie a light
would ya?" he asked as he neared the body on the ground. Lighting a small lantern Tom joined Cole on the
muddy ground and crouched over the figure. Cole gently turned the small body over and blinked in
surprise. "It's a girl" the words slipped from his lips "those two bastards were robbing a girl!" Picking her
up, he quickly wrapped her in a blanket and got atop his horse once more. Tom followed suit but not before
tying her horse onto his own. The men moved quickly into the night hoping that Jesse's ranch would come
into sight soon.