Disclaimer: I do not own Tombstone or any of its characters. I own Andy "Amy."

(A/N: sorry this chapter is so short. I promise the next one will be longer. :D)

"Andy, I was drunk...I didn't mean ta call you those things!" Ringo exclaimed as he walked into the tent. He watched as she opened the blanket and his breath caught in his throat, his face turned a bright shade of red.

Andy had peeled open the blanket only enough to reveal her naked shoulder, face, and hair. Ringo had caught her right in middle of her bath. He stammered for a moment before the blanket closed. The sunlight was shining through the tent the right way and silhouetted her form stepping out of the metal bathing basin. He took a deep breath and dug his heels into the ground to keep from barging behind the blanket. His imagination was already running wild as he began to imagine her curtain falling revealing her beautiful....

She walked from behind the blanket with one his old shirts on, it ended at her knees. Though it covered most of her, it revealed enough to keep his mind occupied.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She suddenly snapped.

He jolted, "I'm staring at a half naked beautiful woman, what do you think is wrong with me?"

She rolled her eyes, "Not now, what you did back there -"

"Andy..." He paused, "I was wrong, and I am so sorry. None of those things I said I meant."

"I know, yet it was hurtful. Though, that wasn't I was talking about. What in Hades is wrong with you, challenging the Earps and Doc Holliday to a duel? You were as a drunk as a skunk! He could have shot you before you had a chance to blink, let alone draw your gun! You almost commit suicide!"

It took a lot to surprise Ringo, and since Andy had come into his life he had nothing but surprises.

"Wait, you ain't mad about what I called ya, and when I shoved ya....You're mad about me almost getting myself killed?"

"I'm mad about both," she replied. "Those words hurt, I've....I've never been with a man in that way. Ever." Her cheeks began to glow beat red, "And when you called me...A whore, I felt like you had shot me. Then when you shoved me..." She shook her head, "At first I was hurt and confused, then angry. People say things when their drunk, sometimes the things are untrue....And sometimes....They are. Do you really think I belong in a brothel?"

He shook his head, "You gonna take me back?"

She looked up at him and stared for a long minute. His stomach churned. He had lost short love interests since he was old enough to understand women could be more than friends. He had whores angry at him for years. Not once had he cared if the women were angry and wanted to leave him. Now though....Now he cared. Amy...Andy....She was amazing, kind, sweet, stubborn, strong, and a true Cowboy. At first he had only admired her, then as he grew to know her he had found himself feeling more than just friendship. He was learning about her each day and he wanted to continue to learn about her.

He shifted his weight onto his other leg and looked up at her. She was still staring at him. Why was she taking so damned long? He looked up at her, she had a small smile on her face and his heart lifted. She was taking him back.

"You...Forgive me?"

"I forgive you," her smile faded suddenly into a deadly look as her eyes narrowed, "If you ever pull any of that, going into a duel unprepared and being drunk again - and calling me names I don't deserve - I'll have to make sure we can't have children."

He swallowed, her point was very well taken. Her smile returned.

"Andy..." he paused and walked closer to her. He stared at her, God she was beautiful. Her red hair was darker and plastered against her skin, framing her face like a living tin type. His shirt was soaked and it clung to Andy's womanly curves. He leaned towards her and wrapped his arms around his waist. The moment their lips touched he felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him.

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It was near midnight when Andy woke to Ringo shaking her and handing her a glass.

"Ringo?" She asked in confusion. She wanted to go back to sleep, her body felt heavy, her eyelids barely managed to stay open.

"You said you were thirsty," he replied.

"I did?" She asked.

"You did."

"Thanks," she muttered before drinking the water. It had an odd taste too it, but she chose to ignore. After the glass was empty she felt his hand brush against hers as he took it back. His arm wrapped around her as he leaned close to her ear.

"Forgive me, Andy. I'd never hurt you, I love you very much and that's the reason I'm doin' this," he whispered.

Before she asked him what he meant, she fell back to sleep.

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Ringo looked down at Andy before pulling her closer to him. He had slipped a small amount of Laudanum in her drink. He knew she wasn't hurting, but she hadn't had a good night's sleep since the gunfight at the O.K. Corral. No one had.

"Johnny, you in here?"

"Yeah," he replied, "What is it, Bill?"

"We got Morgan Earp."

"Good," Ringo replied, "Holliday's mine."

"Don't start that up again, Johnny. He ain't worth it. Go ta sleep. We'll see what the Earps are goin' to do tomorrow, if they decide to fight then we'll chase them right out of our town. If they decide to leave...Well, we'll just make sur they stay gone. How's Andy?"

"Out like a light," Ringo replied, "She forgave me."

"Ringo," Bill exclaimed in a half laugh, "You are one damned lucky man."

"You're tellin' me."