Alright a good old fashioned western. For the people who are anxiously awaiting the next chapter to Central Perk it's in the works no flames please. I just had this lying around in the computer and decided to post. It's a sort of cross over between a book I read called Long Texas Nights and of course the X-men. So if you haven't read that book I recommend you do because it's good and if you're into supermarket romance novels like I am you will love it. So please don't sue Marvel or the author of that book I don't remember your name only your first which is like Lindsay or something.
It's defiantly L/M territory people. the only combo you can do for X-men the Movie pairings.
March 13, 1867, New Haven Mississippi.
"Ms. Elder, since your late husband was the former reverend of this church we are allowing you to stay in the spare room in exchange for your help in the upkeep of the premises and the weeding of the cemetery." The new Minister of the First Baptist Church of New Haven Mississippi sternly informed Marie Beth Elder. Marie stared down nervously at her hands that were trying to bury themselves in the skirt of her plain black dress under the hard stare of Reverend Matheson. Her husband, the late Solomon Elder, had died peacefully in his sleep at the age of fifty. Marie only being twenty-four was a widow, the house that they had shared for only five months as husband and wife was owned by the church and was given to the new reverend. Her mother and her stern grandparents offered her, her old room back, but the mire thought of living with them again brought chills to her arms. She married the fifty-year-old man to get away from the abuse only to find herself in a new hell. So, when he died she took it as a blessing. Weeding gravestones and polishing the organ was a small price to pay to get away from them. "Th-thank you Reverend." She stammered. The Reverend snorted and turned to go into his office. "Well might as well get settled in." Marie said picking up her small trunk and hatbox with four small holes cut in the top. Inside lay a small black kitten with blue eyes and white paws. She had found the cat on her way to the church and took pity on its skin and bones little body. She opened the door to where she would be living and heaved a great sigh. The small room was about seven by ten feet and old boxes and cobwebs cluttered the place, the dust stung her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks, it reminded her of a cell. "Home sweet home."
April 23, 1867 Hazard, Texas.
"Wolf! Wolf, you yellow bellied snake get on out here! I'm calling you out!" Sheriff Logan Wolf heard those slurred words from where he was seated at a stool at the saloon's bar.
" It's Pete sheriff, he's ornery because I cut him off. I could never break it to drunks like Charles could." Kitty said from the window.
"Yeah well when he was still livin' I wasn't half as busy as I am now. Don't worry I'll take care of it." Logan said downing his drink and settling his hat on top of his dark hair. He then sauntered out the batwing doors on to the dusty main road that ran through the middle of town. Pete was at the other end.
"Finally decide to show up eh, sheriff? I almost thought the fastest gun in the west was a chicken."
"No I was finishing my supper, it seems that when anyone wants to commit suicide they do it during my dinner hour. Pete why don't you go on home and maybe if you ask real nice like your wife will let you in the house." Logan said walking up to Pete really slow.
"You keep my wife outta this sheriff. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't doing her like half the gals in this town." Now only part of what Pete said was true, it was a known fact that the sheriff appreciated a pretty face and acted on this fact. But he wasn't "doing" half of the towns population. He had standards; married, old, ugly, or involved he didn't touch them. He was a no muss no fuss kinda guy and everyone knew it. He had continued to walk up to Pete and was about five feet away.
"Pete you know I don't waste my time with married women. Too many people get involved. The only reason you and Ellie ain't together is cause you're a violent drunk and you think it's okay to hit a woman with five older brothers who love their baby sister." Logan drawled recalling the night Ellie had come to the jail wailing like a baby. He had noticed the black eye and assumed that she wanted protection from Pete only find out that the Nelson brothers had dropped by for supper and walked in on one of her and Pete's "discussions". Well they decided to have a discussion on Petey boy's head and Logan had to go over there and rescue Pete just to throw him in jail for abuse. He let the brothers go because Hazard only had one jail cell and Logan wanted to go home and sleep. He didn't think it was a bright idea to lock them up together with just Bobby watching them over night. Well, about this time Pete was tired of talking he drew his gun and pointed it at the sheriff. But his reflexes dulled by whiskey weren't fast enough to pull the trigger before Logan yanked his arm up and delivered an upper cut to his soft belly. About that time Bobby came running out of the jail house struggling to pull his gun out of the holster.
"I'm here sheriff!"
"You're a little late Bobby, take Pete to the cell and let him sleep it off."
"Sure thing Sheriff." He said still yanking out the gun. Logan reached over popped the button and handed him the gun.
"Thanks. Come on Pete, how many times have I tried to tell you don't mess with the sheriff before he has his supper? It's just rude, the man hardly has time for himself these days…" Bobby lectured dragging him to the jail house.
Now maybe I'll have time to finish dinner Logan thought just as he sat down, Scott Summers, the town lawyer walked in a sat next to him.
"No go away, Scott I have to eat. I haven't eaten in three days."
"I have great news Logan," he began until he noticed Kitty standing in front of him.
"Hi there Mr. Summers can I get you anything?" she said smiling and holding her tray to her. Logan rolled his eyes and began quickly shoving food into his mouth, thankful Kitty was providing enough distraction for Scott so he could finish dinner.
"Um, some ginger ale would be nice."
"Pansy," Logan muttered, wiping his mouth.
"Sure thing," she said turning and bumping into Jubilee.
"Kitty you are so lucky I wasn't carrying a tray of drinks." She said annoyed.
"Sorry," she mumbled blushing crimson and hurrying to get the drink.
"I don't know why you just don't it over with and ask her out." Logan said motioning for Jubilee to fill up his glass.
"Who Kitty? No she wouldn't want to be courted by me. She's beautiful and…I'm nothing but a book worm, have been since I was a kid. Well anyway I was going through Charles's records."
"He's only been gone for three days!" Logan exclaimed. The girls brought their drinks and set them down I front of them and lingered to catch the rest of the conversation.
"I know Logan, but it had to be done. Remember how he'd always talk about his daughter and how beautiful she was and what not."
"Yeah," The girls and Logan said
"And we all thought she was dead? On account we never saw her?"
"Yeah," they chorused again
"Well she ain't. Charles and his wife separated when she was about one. He loved them both but his wife's parents where real strict and never approved of him. Eventually, she couldn't stand the fact that her parents had cut her off and went home taking Marie with her. That's his daughters name by the way. Well, Charles has always kept tabs on her but has never contacted her. Why? I have no idea so don't ask, I read Charles's journal and it seems as though she doesn't even know about him. But he knew about her. About nine months ago she married the town preacher."
"Wait she's a preacher's wife?" Jubilee asked in disbelief
"No she's a preachers widow, he died about a three months ago. Now get this, the church owned the house they shared, so when they got a new preacher the threw her out. Well not completely I suppose she is now living in an old storage closet they turned into a spare room. And in exchange for that they got her weeding the cemetery and polishing the pews. Well when Charles learned about this he threw a fit. He was scheduled to leave for New Haven the day after he died."
"All right, this has been very entertaining but, what does this have to do with anything?" Kitty said confused
"Everything Marie Beth Elder is the sole beneficiary to Charles Xavier's estate. He left her everything, his money, the saloon, the property it stands on, even the ranch you were renting from Charles, Logan."
"Well she's going to sell everything and I going to be out of a job, I'm going to have to…" Jubes began
"No, wait, wait, there a clause. Marie has to run the saloon for one year before she can sell or do anything to the rest of Charles's estate. She even has to live above the saloon in Charles's old apartment. So Kitty, Jubilee I want you to go up there and make it fit for a lady. In her currant condition I think she's going to jump at a chance like this."
" Wait let me get this straight," Logan, said "This woman who is no doubt a bible thumper, is going to run this saloon?"
"There's nothing wrong with being religious Logan." Scott said.
"Well, hell, Scott no one said anything about that. Just look at this place!" Jubilee exclaimed motioning to the painting's of naked women that covered the walls, the hoards of men playing poker and drinking whiskey and beer.
"You dirty cheating son of a bitch!" Screamed one man standing up and over turning the table of cards. A barroom brawl broke out, the sheriff fired the gun into the air covering them with plaster, and hushing the crowd.
"Oh yeah she's gonna fit right in." Kitty said reaching for Logan's whiskey and downing the contents.
So what do you think should I continue? Let me know review please?
