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Sheriff Jace Wayland is the youngest Sheriff in the country.

Young, handsome and good at his job ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Wild Wild West‼️

‼️Jace Wayland/Clary Fray‼️

ONE-SHOT: Billy the Kid (2.3K)

Jace's PoV

Once in the booming Wild West lived an intrepid, young and handsome sheriff. He was actually the youngest sheriff that ever lived, being only twenty-five years when he was elected. The ladies pined for him, the men admired him, and the outlaws feared him. After all, he was known to draw his Colt faster than his shadow, or so the legend for the two years since his election, Oatman has been a very peaceful town thanks to him.

Jace fucking Wayland. Or in other words, me.

I have lived all my life in Arizona, and come from a family who has always respected the law. Sure, my father had sometimes some ideas that were questionable, but everyone in town put that on the fact that he was a doctor, and that doctors always liked to be a tad eccentric, just to show they were smarter than the rest of us.

My mother was the town teacher, and she even dedicated a day of her week to educate the Red Indians of the nearby reserve. Every time she went there, I accompanied her. As her son, but also as a representative of the law. You never knew with those Indian renegades and the army patrolling, I didn't want her to be caught in a crossfire.

Of course, those moments were always painful for me, because it gave her all the time in the world to complain that I was still a bachelor who should hurry to settle down with a nice young lady of the town, and start a family. But the truth was, I was happy as I was. And none of the ladies of the town pining for me interested me. I already had my eyes set on one particular wild lady. Lady I had told nothing about to my mother, who would scream scandal.

The lady in question is named Clary. It's all I know about her. I've been seeing her sporadically at the lake after catching her leisurely bathe on a Saturday night. She didn't scream as any other lady would have, she didn't cover herself or try to run away. She just smirked and waved her finger for me to come in.

I raise an eyebrow at the cheek of that woman, who doesn't even have the decency to try to cover up. She is as naked as the day she was born! So I turn my head, as any gentleman would, and tell her,

"I had no idea people came here at night. I shall be back in an hour."

This should give her enough time to leave and put some clothes on. I hear her laugh, something sweet and light, and she replies,

"Is that supposed to mean that I should wait for you to come back? I don't know if I'm that patient."

"Miss … I highly doubt that it is appropriate for you to be in such a condition for someone else than your husband!"

I can hear her chuckle, but also get out of the water, and I do my best to keep my eyes in front of me. Of course, when I was young, I used to try and sneak peek at older girls in that lake with my friends. But that was when I was a child. I am a man now. A sheriff. If I don't splurge with the girls at the saloon, it's not to do it with some virtuous girl.

The girl appears in front of me, clothed, her smirk still on her face. "Awww, is this your first time seeing a naked girl, big boy? Don't worry, I don't bite."

I clear my throat, taken aback by both her boldness and her beauty. Even though I am only seeing her under the moonlight, I can tell that she's a redhead. I'm guessing she has clear eyes and very fair skin. She must be a proper lady because if she worked in the field, her skin would be either tanned or burnt.

But her clothing doesn't really scream proper day. Or the fact that she is alone in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere. The lake is a good hour's walk from town. And in fact, I don't remember any carriage coming today. There is one planned for Monday, though.

"So, handsome? Are you going to tell me your name? Are you just going to gawk at me?"

"Pardon, miss. I am Jace Wayland. And you are?"

"Clary. Just Clary. I just wanted to refresh a bit before going back on the road."

This could explain her worn-out dress, and to be fair, she does look uncomfortable in it. As if she's used to be wearing something else entirely.

Just as I'm about to open my mouth about the dangers for a woman to be travelling alone, especially in the middle of the night, she cuts me off,

"My brother was supposed to be standing watch, but I guess tonight was our lucky night. You didn't get to meet him, and I got to meet you."

She winks at me, and tiptoes herself so she can kiss my cheek, since I haven't made a single move since she's come out of the water, "See you around, handsome."

I think that's when my infatuation for Clary, just Clary, started. At first, she was just a mystery, a mist from a dream, something that would never really happen again. Some oddity in my placid life.

But a couple of months after this encounter, I met her again at the lake. Clothed this time. We spoke. I still don't know much about her, apart from the fact that she travels a lot with her brother, because of his business. He works in finances, and she says he's pretty good. But it's all I know of her family. In fact, I am still to meet her brother. Though according to her, it's a good thing.

Now, about Clary herself, I know a lot. I very much doubt that she is a proper lady. She doesn't act or speak like one. And to be fair, I can't really picture her doing so. I've seen her a couple of times with trousers on! Which is still something I am trying to wrap my mind around. But as she pointed out, they are far more comfortable to travel than dresses are.

I've taught Clary how to read, because she only knew how to write her name, and read numbers, and after a few months of struggles in lessons, we started sending each other letters. And I have to admit that I am surprised at the speed with which she learns to write, especially those swear words. Clary swears more than Jordan, the guy who owns the saloon.

At first, I was shocked, ladies do not swear. But Clary, she's different. And she's taught me a few things as well. For instance, she taught how to heal aching from riding, with plants. When I showed that to my father, I think it had been the happiest moment of his life.

But what I like the most is when she sings or plays the violin. And she's amazing at the violin. She even brags that she's better at the piano, and I have no problem believing her.

All in all, I should be seeing her soon, according to her letter, and I am quite excited about it. Because let's be real, there is more than just the spiritual aspect of Clary, there is also the fact that I have laid with her and on more than one occasion.

I know, it goes against everything I have been brought up to be, but if I still marry her in the end, does it really matter that we didn't wait until our wedding day? And, it's not like Clary is a prude about it. In fact, she's the one who made the first move. Always by the lake. She's always refused the comfort of my home. And laying with her was the best thing I have ever done in my life.

I haven't told anyone about her. Because I don't want people to create gossips where there shouldn't be any. It has been announced that the train would pass by our town and when it will, we will be in need of many new establishments, like a bank. So Clary and her brother will be able to settle down, and I'll court her officially for a while before marrying her. Simple as that.

That's what I want to talk about next time I see her.

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'Until the next time, I see you.

I love you,

Clary'

I look at the end of the letter she sent me, smiling at her words of love. I never understood why my father, who was always stern, smiled like an idiot when my mother told him these words, and now I can understand. Because it made him feel like a whole new man.

With a sigh, I fold the letter and put it in the drawer of my office, looking at the newspaper.

Billy the Kid strikes again!

Notorious outlaw Billy the Kid robbed a carriage and killed one of the couriers. He is wanted, DEAD or ALIVE. $$$5,000.00$$$

To be honest, I want to join the posse that is gathering with the towns nearby to take that punk down. It was all well when he was killing Indians and all, but he is getting closer to our town. It's simple, we just need one of his men, and he'll squeak, tell us where to find the kid at his most vulnerable moment.

But I don't have any deputy to leave the town to whilst I go hunting to the criminal. So I have no choice but to let the other sheriffs have fun with the Marshalls. That is, until they get into my jail one morning, dragging a man who's obviously been shot.

"We caught his brother. Even if this idiot doesn't talk, Billy is going to show up for his brother," Marshall Morgenstern said, throwing the delinquent in the jail where he belongs.

Valentine Morgenstern tells me he will go and fetch my father, and I look at my new prisoner who is smirking at the lot of us,

"Do you guys really want to wait until Billy gets here? Just let me go if you cherish your precious boring lives."

The man has pale blond hair and dark black eyes with tanned skin that proves he rode a lot under the sun. I look at him attentively, since this is Billy's brother, this is the closest that we will have a description since no one has ever seen his face without his hood.

My father arrives to fix the arm of the prisoner, and Marshall Morgenstern lets me know that I should be on my guard for the night, that he will fetch a judge next town to make sure this one is trialled and hang as soon as possible.

During the whole time my father does the bandage, the prisoner tells us about how we should let us go. That his brother is just a couple of miles from town, and that he won't take too kindly to see him there.

"Isn't it sad that we only know about your brother? There isn't even a bounty for you. You don't even have a name." I taunt him and he responds,

"As long as I get a share of the money, I don't care about the glory. But if you must know who you're going to die over. Jon, just Jon."

The hours keep on passing, and I know I will have to spend the night in town, just to make sure. Of course, as the sun is setting, I have a kid rushing to the station, screaming, "Sheriff Wayland! Sheriff Wayland! He's here! Billy the Kid is here!"

I take my Colt, and smirk at Jon in his jail, but he looks at me funny, "Wayland? As in Jace Wayland?"

"The one and only."

"Don't go! It's not Billy!" He urges me with panic in his tone.

I smirk at him, rolling my eyes as I see that my reputation has preceded me. I have to admit that I was a bit nervous as to be confronting the infamous Billy the Kid. He's made a reputation for himself, and he's known to be pretty darn good with a gun. But apparently, I'm better.

As I walk to the street, I see him standing, his hand on his own peacemaker, but he doesn't draw as soon as he sees me. I have my own Colt in my hand, ready to fire as soon as he would make a suspicious move. But he just keeps on looking at me, not making any demands.

And then, three things happen at once.

He reaches for the cloth protecting his face.

A shot is fired.

And my world stops spinning.

As I see for the first time the face of Billy the Kid, it morphs into the one of the woman I love, and she falls to the ground. This is why Billy has always been able to escape capture, we were looking for a man, not a woman. Without even being aware of what I'm doing, I rush to her and take her head on my lap. It can't be. It must be something wrong. This isn't happening.

I look up, to see where the shot came from, and I see the Marshall with his rifle, making me understand that he only pretended to leave. I look back down at Clary who's coughing blood before she weakly smiles and brings her bloodied hand to my face, as she tells me what she always says when we part,

"See you around, handsome."

❌THE END❌

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