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Unbeta-ed and Drabble-ish. No heavy angst.
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Izzy screamed at the sound of my gun goin' off, and Forrest turned to look at me, the surprised expression on his face almost comical, afore he slumped to the floor in a heap.
Seemed like my bullet had hit its mark.
I flung that door open wide afore scramblin' inside the train car and over to where Izzy was now lyin' on her back starin' at me with wide frightened eyes. She was gagged, and I swallowed hard at the sight of her bloodied face. The bastard had torn open the front of her dress, as well, but not the shift that was underneath. I didn't know quite what to make of that…
I knowed I shoulda' checked on Forrest first, but nothin' could keep me from Izzy.
I laid one hand against her cheek as I pulled the gag away with the other. "Darlin', I got ya." I telled her afore leanin' down to gently kiss her forehead.
"Ed," she spoke in a raspy voice, her lip was cut and swollen, but the fear in her eyes was gone.
"Let me get these ropes off ya," I said afore rollin' her carefully back to her side. I'd just gotten the last of the knots undone when Izzy yelled. "Ed, look out."
I seen movement out of the corner of my eye, and realized that Forrest warn't dead. I went to grab for my pistol as I seen him reachin' for his gun where it had fallen beside him.
Afore I had a chance to shoot him again, however, Jack come flyin' out of nowhere and tore into the bastard.
I warn't sure how he done it, but considerin' how high off the ground that doorway was situated, Jack must've taken a mighty leap to make it through.
Today, me and him were of the same mind: warn't nothin' gonna keep us from Izzy.
As soon as I was certain that Forrest warn't goin' for his gun again, I pulled Jack off him. "Stop boy," I said as I kicked Forrest's gun away.
Suddenly, we was surrounded by the sound of voices. The other door to the freight car slid open wide, and several men bounded inside, guns drawn. I held my hands up in surrender.
"Sheriff, that's the feller whose wife was kidnapped," I turned to look at who was speakin' and recognized the proprietor of the store.
"That true?" I turned to find the sheriff holdin' a gun aimed at my chest.
I nodded my head, "Yes sir, that's the feller there what took her. Can I please see to my wife." My voice broke with emotion then, and I swallowed back the lump in my throat, knowin' how badly Izzy needed me.
He glanced down to where she was lyin' on the floor, all curled up on her side and sobbin'. The Sheriff give me a look of pity and nodded afore lowerin' his gun.
I immediately dropped to the floor and pulled Izzy against me where she continued to cry into my shirt.
"Sherriff," one of the men surroundin' Forrest called, "this here feller's dead."
His words barely registered in my mind.
"Go fetch Doc Miller," the Sheriff said in answer.
"Didn't ya hear me? The feller's dead. Doc ain't gonna help him now." The same voice answered.
"Not for the dead man, ya idiot; for the lady."
I didn't look up or pay no heed to the goin's on around me after that.
None of it mattered.
My girl was hurtin', so I held her close and rocked her like a babe; Jack sittin' right beside us all the while.
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A/N Before you ask: THERE WAS NO RAPE! *whew* Important to get that out of the way.
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