Kitty Found

ATC for Kitty Lost

I don't own these characters; I just like to spend time with them. No other profit to be had.

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Matt sat at the table with Kitty and Rackmil, getting madder by the moment. Although for most people, it would've been hard to tell by the slightly amused expression on his face.

'She's flirting with him', he thought as he listened to Kitty laugh at another one of Rachmell's lame jokes. 'After all he did to her, she's actually flirting with him.'

Kitty snuck a look over at Matt. No one else may have seen anything in his expression but she did. She knew him and she could tell he was getting angry, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why.

It was after all his idea for Jim Rackmil to have dinner with them & Jim was a charming and witty man. Still though, looking at Matt she decided it might be time to call it an evening.

"Well gentlemen," she stated as she rose, "this evening has been nice but I've got to go."

"Oh no, Kitty," Rackmil protested "the evening is young."

"Well I know, Jim," Kitty said, "but I've got some work waiting for me over at the Long Branch. If you'll remember I've been out of town most of the day."

Rachmell looked a little abashed "Well that's true. Can I see you back then?"

"Uh, don't worry about that," Matt interjected. "I'll see her back. I've got to do my rounds anyway."

Rackmil nodded and rose as Kitty did, taking her hand, and gallantly kissing the back of it. "Well, good night then," he sighed, "but I'll stop in tomorrow. I mean, if you don't mind, that is."

"Not at all, Jim," Kitty returned "It'll be a pleasure to see you again."

"Evening, Rackmil," Matt said, as he took Kitty by the elbow and escorted her out of the restaurant. Matt kept his silence as they exited the eatery, but Kitty knew it was coming. She could see it in his eyes.

"What was the big idea in there?" he finally asked, when they reached the safety and solitude of the street.

Kitty feigned ignorance, not wanting to get into a full scale war. "I don't know what you mean." She said. "Big idea about what?"

Matt glared at her. "You know what I mean. You were actually flirting with Rackmil in there. Right in front of me."

"I was not." Kitty defended herself. "I was just being nice to him."

"Well it's a good thing you're not this 'nice' to everyone." He fumed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Despite herself, her temper was rising at his remarks.

"You know very well, what that means." He answered "You were flirting with him, and he was the one that left you to the Indians. Remember that?" They had stopped walking by this time, and were in the middle of the street.

"Yeah, I remember," she glowered at him. "I also remember you telling me they were peaceable Indians, and that Jim was only trying to protect me. Are you saying now that you were wrong?"

Matt realized that they were beginning to attract an audience. Taking Kitty by the arm, he escorted her across the street and to the back of the Long Branch, before answering her.

But Kitty was good and riled now and she wanted an answer. "Well? Is that it? The Great Matt Dillon admitting he was wrong about something?"

Matt glanced around, finally dropping her arm and his shoulders. "No, no I'm not. It's just… well you didn't have to act that way in there in front of me."

"Act what way?" Kitty anger was in full swing now. "I swear, Matt Dillon, you are the most exasperating man. You don't want anyone to know that we are anything more than acquaintances, then you have the nerve to be jealous, when I so much as speak to another man."

"You were doing a lot more than just speaking to him." He said, before he noticed how much his voice and his temper had flared.

Kitty took a step back from him. It had been a long day, and the night before had been even longer. She was tired and she really didn't want to fight.

Deciding that putting distance between them was the wisest course of action, she turned away from him. "Well I'm too tired to do even that now," she hissed at him. "Good night, Marshal Dillon." She added as a parting shot.

Turning on her heels, she left him standing alone in the alley.

Matt glared at her back for a moment, then turned and stomped away towards the jail. No one in the world could make him angrier than the red head named Kitty Russell.

TBC