Jon/Sansa, Wild West AU
In Sansa's experience, there ain't any good men on God's green earth. Joff was no worse than any of the others. Men are quick to anger and quick to strike a woman for being too free with her opinion.
She covers her split lip with the back of her freckled wrist, knowing she should have learnt her lesson long ago: keep mum, when he's drunk and stumbling, knowing he hates it when she comes to fetch him from the bar to help with some trifling woman's problem.
Should have known better, but all the same, she'd nursed a secret wish that someone would ride into their dying mining town and put a bullet between Joff's dirty ears, so she'd be free of him forever. Prayed for it even, and God above must have heard her rotten hearted prayers.
She looks from her husband, blood spreading out from the middle of his chest, to the dark haired man whose gun laid him out. And though it stings, she smiles.