Full Summary: Maya knows she's not destined to be a married woman at the age of 19, living her life raising multiple children while her husband goes off screwing who knows who. She wants to live life freely as she wants. Lucas was cast out at 7 and lost everything. Now he's back. And he's got a score to settle. Their fates intertwine unimaginably when shit hits the fan.
Lucas with a lasso in GMMP opened my mind to this story and before I knew it, I had to write this... NEW MULTICHAPTERED WESTERN FIC! WHOOT WHOOT!
I promised myself I wouldn't write multiple multichappied stories at once, but this idea would not go away, and before I knew it, I wrote out all the notes and the entire plot for the story! I didn't want to leave it sitting on my computer untouched for forever! It was an inch I had to scratch. This had to be done! It's for your and my own good!
Inspired by my muse Rogue Amazin Boo!
A/N: Try to imagine some western country accents on every character if you can haha
Rated M for Mature Ass Shit
WARNING: There are mentions of rape, prostitution, and abuse in this story. This story is mature.
Disclaimer: I do not own GMW otherwise Maya would be kicking asses for real.
Prologue
Lucas crouched in the shadows of the alleyway, eyes narrowed as he gazed darkly at the procession that was occurring near the tree of the watering well in the town center square. He was supposed to be at work right now, but this was a pressing matter.
"Goddamn…" he muttered under his breath, picking up the revolver of the deputy he had just knocked out. He had to do this right. He had only two shots. Apparently this fucker of a deputy didn't think it was necessary to carry extra bullets on him. And if Lucas was even a fraction of an inch off on his shot, Billy would get his head blown off. And if Lucas missed, Billy would still die anyway.
The idiot just had to get in trouble with that son of a bitch sheriff, Holstein. Over a whore no less…
And now, for drawing his gun in public, he was going to be publicly hanged. Of course, Lucas couldn't sit still and let his friend get hanged for something so stupid like this.
Which is why he found himself a couple feet away from Billy's form, staring at the thin slack of rope above Billy's head. Sheriff Holstein was currently standing in front of Billy, his back turned to Lucas and no doubt, a mocking expression on his face, judging by Billy's death glare and pursed lips.
Lucas watched with narrowed eyes as the sheriff started laughing aloud, and Billy spat at his feet, his eyes blazing with fire. The sheriff jolted the cart under Billy's feet and the noose tightened immeasurably around Billy's neck when his center of balance shifted negatively. Lucas squinted, counting the number of spectators in the area. It was still fairly early in the morning, so only the few who began their work days with the waking and sleeping of the animals they took care of were up and about. There were a few who might be in the way of Billy's escape path, but Billy was resourceful. No doubt he would be able to find shelter somewhere before the sheriff even realized he was free.
Lucas did reckon he could shoot the rung of the cart Billy was being forced to stand on to knock the sheriff and his other bumbling deputy out of the way, but chances were it would drag Billy and really choke him to death then. Sure, Lucas could use the two bullets and try to shoot the cart and get the top of the rope at the same time. He had the skills. But he wanted to avoid causing any possible harm to the few civilians gathered around Billy. Besides, Billy's arms were tied, and he was already off balance. Knocking out the "ground" under his feet would only lead him to a faster untimely death.
"Ready to die?" Lucas heard Sheriff Holstein cackle arrogantly, clutching his bulbous stomach in amusement.
Sighing in irritation, Lucas stood back up slowly, hoping Billy would be prepared to run his ass off. Pulling his black cowboy hat down further over his eyes, he lifted the pistol and aimed at the thin strip of rope tied to the tree branch above Billy's head. It was a long shot, but it was now or never.
He cocked the pistol with a glare of determination on his features.
And pulled the trigger.
