Author's Note:

Hey guys! Sorry for the long update and I'm sorry that this chapter isn't as good as I hoped it would be. I'm grateful to all those who have reviewed and I apologize if Billy seems a bit 'OC'ish in this chapter. The story will get better as it progresses and I know this chapter seems a bit rushed and not looked at carefully but I was on a bit of a tight schedule. One of these days I must re-edit it but until then, this is chapter 2! Enjoy!

Chapter 2- Church and Proposals

It was only two short days later that they all went to church, John leading the way as they all sat in the same pew. Cheyenne sat in between her father and Billy while the rest separated to Billy's side and John's side. Cheyenne gazed over the crowd who were all deep in conversation with their friends, hoping to catch Tristen's eye, but instead, she found herself staring into the dark brown eyes of Anna Murphy.

"Hello, Cheyenne! Nice to see you here!" cheered Anna in her usual fake tone and fake smile. Cheyenne returned the fake smile.

"Anna, of course I'd be here. You should know that by now." Anna eyes remained locked on Cheyenne's for a moment before she turned her head to see Billy and smiled. She wasn't exactly fond of Cheyenne nor Cheyenne to her, but to keep up appearances, they usually used fake kind tones as they said their insults despite how obvious it was that they hated each other.

"Oh, so you are another of Mr. Tunstall's strays? I'm sure you are very grateful that you are in a church instead of a jail cell." It wasn't a surprise that she made that comment either, since Anna was what Cheyenne considered 'snobbish' and since her father, Lawrence Murphy, had a rivalry with her father. She found it only necessary that she poke fun at John's business as well as his workers. Anything to continue their on-going rivalry.

Billy only stared at Anna, then suddenly, gave a flashing smile. "Yes, actually, I am. I'm so glad I don't work at your place."

Anna frowned at that. "Oh, don't take it so seriously. I'm only making polite conversation."

"Then I worry about what your version of a not polite conversation is," Billy retorted. Cheyenne chuckled as she watched Anna's frown grow even wider.

"I'm glad you two hit it off. Why don't you do me a favor, Anna, and go talk to someone else?" Cheyenne replied as sweetly as possible. Anna narrowed her eyes before going back to her usual fake smile.

"I'd be delighted to," she replied as she turned and walked away. As soon as Anna turned around, Cheyenne's fake smile disappeared.

"I want to wipe that smug smile off her face," Cheyenne growled, shrinking into her seat.

"Well, looks like I have that capability. And since when were we on talking terms?" he questioned with a smirk.

"Since you met the devil's daughter."

"Oh, I did about a day ago." Cheyenne chuckled.

"Honey, you don't even know me yet. I'm far worse than what you've seen."
"You are probably worse than, Anna," Billy replied.

"So, you're implying that I'm worse than you? Raise your hand if you haven't had a run in with the law," Cheyenne said, raising her hand and looking around. "Hmm, that's right."

"Well, well. Looks like the pastor had some secrets of his own."

"And I never killed anybody," Cheyenne retorted, ignoring his comment. "On second thought, I may kill you...someday," she added after a moment's pause.

"Good luck doing that, sweetheart."

"I don't need luck, trust me."

"No, you just need a miracle."

"Exactly how many people have you killed exactly?" she asked, corking her eyebrow upward. He scoffed.

"Too many to count on my fingers," he said with his usual arrogant smirk.

"Uh-huh," Cheyenne replied, her disbelief rather evident in her words.

"Soon there will be one more on that list. Can't decide if that's you or Anna."

"Oh, so you admit to wanting to kill women? Oh, that's a good virtue," Cheyenne scoffed.

"And that means something? I thought you were all for the 'treated fairly'."

"First, when did I ever say that I was all for being treated fairly? And secondly, I'm not implying that I care but my father and certainly all these young, strong men that are like brothers to me will."

"Sorry ma'am, didn't mean to offend you." For once, Cheyenne frowned during their conversation.

"Yes, you are quite unappealing," she replied, glancing at his face.

"Am I? I am so terribly sorry for my rude manners," Billy replied with such an unusual tone that didn't fit him. Cheyenne did not like what he was trying to do, but instead of keeping her calm manner as she usually does, she seemed to explode at this.

"No, you're not!" Cheyenne cried which caused multiple people to turn their heads their way. "Sorry," she whispered once they turned around. "Now look what you've done!"

"Again, madam, I take full responsibility. I am working on it." Cheyenne stared at him for a very long time, disbelieving him.

"I know what you're doing and it's not going to work," Cheyenne said, crossing her arms to put emphasize on her statement.

"I'm sorry? I have no idea what you are talking about, mi'lady."

"I'm not royalty."

"To me, you very much are. I mean look at you. So gorgeous."

"No, I'm not. Wait...I mean, I am pretty, but you don't mean that," Cheyenne replied, stammering over her words and finding it rather difficult to relay what she had meant.

"Of course I do! I put no false meaning to these words of mine," he said, laying a hand on where his heart should be sympathetically. She glared at him, feeling the urge to kill him but knowing that wouldn't go down so well in church.

"I'm beginning to like you better when you were insulting. More fun."

"I'm sorry, but that man is long gone. I have come to see how I am slipping my opportunities to get the best gal on earth as that man."

"Stop it! You shouldn't be behaving this way in church," she said before thinking about it. "Wait a minute, that didn't make sense, did it?"

"Oh, my love can be so cute when she is ditsy."

"Will you shut up?" Cheyenne hissed, feeling rather annoyed now as she stared at him with murderous eyes.

"Whatever you may please, mi'lady." Cheyenne gave up and rolled her eyes as she waited for the preacher to begin his sermon.

"Tristen, I don't think sleeping is a hobby and I don't think that's what the preacher was asking for when he asked you what you like to do in your spare time," Cheyenne explained as her and Tristen walked out of the church, Cheyenne's father and the boys not too far behind.

"I was just being honest like a true christian would be," Tristen reminded.

Cheyenne chuckled while shaking her head. "It was the only part I actually paid attention to though, I was a bit distracted."

"You never pay attention," Tristen pointed out. "All I saw before I fell asleep was you paying attention to the wrong man in the church." Cheyenne rose an eyebrow at that. The fact that Tristen said that she fell asleep in church was a bit strange. Like Richard, Tristen had a strong belief in God and acted like what a true christian should be.

"Um, you do know that God sees you right?" Cheyenne asked before adding, "And I'm not quite sure what you are talking about."

"I think you do. And God seen you too, missy," Tristen teased but it didn't earn a chuckle from Cheyenne. It only earned a moment for Cheyenne to finally vent out her anger.

"Missy, madam, m'lady, ma'am? People need to stop calling me these things!" Cheyenne burst out quite abruptly which caused Tristen to send her a strange look.

"Who ever calls you that?"

Cheyenne forced herself to calm down and shook her head, not wanting to talk about it with Tristen of all people. "Nevermind. Did you see Anna? Better yet did you see the way she was staring at me?"

"Yeah! She has got some nerve taking your man!" Cheyenne closed her eyes, holding back her annoyance before glaring at her good friend.

"That is not what I meant and he's not my man. Anna was insulting him too anyway."

"So, she took Billy's method of getting a girl? Interesting, I've got to try that sometime," Tristen said, ignoring most of the comments that Cheyenne made.

"You are hopeless when you get like this, " Cheyenne sighed, shaking her head before a devious grin appeared on her face. "You are going to try it on Richard, right?" Tristen frowned.

"What?"

"Richard! Tristen wants to talk to you!" Cheyenne cried out, holding her same smirk as she glanced over at Richard behind her.

"I do?"

Cheyenne sighed, opening her mouth to call Richard over again but Tristen cut her off.

"If this is your way of proving you don't like Billy, I get your point."

"Good," Cheyenne replied as they reached the ranch.

"But I can tell the future. You may not like him now but…"

At that, Cheyenne pushed Tristen playfully.

"Ow! Billy! Cheyenne needs a whoppin'!" Tristen called to Cheyenne glared at.

"Gladly," he said with a smirk before winking at Cheyenne.

"Get-! Tristen, I will kill you if he touches me. And my father will kill you if...where is my father anyway?" Cheyenne asked, glancing behind her for her father.

"Two people can't both kill me. You'd have to flip a coin," Billy said.

"Gladly."

"Cheyenne, is he harassing you?" Richard asked, walking over to her side.

"Yes. Don't forget Tristen here too."

"You want me to get back at him?" Richard questioned.

"Tristen too."

"I won't hurt Tristen. But Billy on the other hand…"

"Why not?" Cheyenne exclaimed to which Richard shook his head began walking back to the others.

"Wait! What about Billy?" Cheyenne called to Richard's disappearing figure.

"What about your father?" Tristen interjected.

"Oh, yeah." Cheyenne looked around. "Not here."

"He's talking to Alex," Richard said before finding conversation with Doc. Cheyenne nodded slowly, remembering that it had been awhile since she had seen her father's business partner. Must have been talking business now. "Well, I guess I can take my revenge without my father knowing," Cheyenne joked, sending Tristen her best evil glare.

"Revenge isn't the answer, dear," Billy retorted from Tristen's side and Cheyenne glared at him.

"Dear?" Tristen's eyes widened while Cheyenne rolled her's.

"Call me dear again and I will shoot you."

"And I will take that right to the heart," Billy replied with his best dreaming voice. Cheyenne scoffed before spinning around and calling for Richard to come back.

"Richard get back here! I need you!" Cheyenne called before pausing. "Oh, father. There you are!"

"This is good," Doc complimented, taking another bite of the food that John had prepared for them. Billy stared at Cheyenne for a moment as the dinner table remained quiet.

"I have an announcement to make," Billy said and everyone looked up at him curiously. "As you've probably gathered, I've had my eyes on a certain lady since I arrived here."

"Oh, boy," Cheyenne murmured under her breath, sending Billy her infamous, 'I will kill you' and, 'no' looks which he politely ignored.

"And at this, I would like for her hand in marriage, of course, asking her father's blessing first," Billy said with his most serious voice he could muster, staring at John. John dropped his fork. All the boys stared at Billy with wide, confused eyes.

"Oh, so that's why he called you dear," Tristen said relaxed, directing her comment toward Cheyenne who was glaring at Billy. Cheyenne slammed her silverware onto her plate.

"That's it! I'm going to kill you!" Cheyenne cried as Richard rested a hand on her shoulder to prevent her from doing so.

"That's not what you usually do when someone proposes to you," Billy said with a very amused look. If it wasn't for Richard, Cheyenne would have dove over the table and attacked Billy-something that she had never done before and something she never planned on doing. She calmed down a moment as she glanced at her father and smiled.

"He's trying to poke fun. Do not take him serious," Cheyenne explained, sending a heavy glare at Billy. Why did she just defend him? Better yet, why was he annoying her so much? She didn't care when he was insulting, but these seemed to bother her more and she knew he figured that out. She had to act like it didn't bother her.

"Alright, I see. William, I do hope that you keep your teasing to a minimum as I do not want to see you go so soon. Both of you, apologize."

"Why would I apologize to him?" Cheyenne remarked, raising an eyebrow at her father.

"Why would he be acting this way if you hadn't done something to bother him?" Cheyenne kept her gaze on her father, inwardly scowling and cursing at him and Billy.

"She didn't actually offend me…" Billy started before changing back to his fake attitude. "She hurt me very deeply, sir," Billy said, pretending to choke back tears and placing a hand over his heart dramatically.

"Mhm," John said, unconvinced. "Cheyenne apologize then you William." She remained staring at her father for a few minutes and not bothering to say anything to Billy. She had no reason to apologize. She did nothing.

"Cheyenne," her father warned and Cheyenne sighed, Looking over at Billy and leaning forward on her elbows.

"I'm very sorry, William for how I've been acting. I know it was wrong of me to get mad at you when you fakely proposed to me and tried to whoop me," Cheyenne said in her fakest voice she could muster and a very innocent face.

"What?" John exclaimed, glaring at Billy who sent Cheyenne an evil look.

"No, no, sir. You've got it all wrong. I was only messing, I had no intentions of being so disrespectful to your daughter. I apologize."

"Not to me, to her," John said coldly, realizing that there must have been a long on-going quarrel between them that he hadn't even noticed in the days that Billy had been there.

"Right," Billy said, switching his gaze to Cheyenne slowly. Cheyenne mustered up her best hurt face.

"You two should be actors," Tristen interjected, shaking her head as she chuckled.

"I actually am sorry, whether you believe it or not. I was very rude before and I intend to make it up to you," Billy said, seeming very sincere.

"Yeah, right," Cheyenne muttered under her breath before sending her father an irritated look. "Happy?"