[x] my first American Outlaws f/f..Zee (sp???) just lost her and Jesse's
first and only baby and she doesn't look like shes going to make it
either..-Ducky [x]
Zee winced in pain. Jesse held her hand as she crushed it in her grip. She was covered in a thing sweat and having trouble breathing.
"Oh, Jesse." She whispered.
"I'm here Zee. What? What is it?" asked Jesse nervously.
"I'm sorry."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the family you wanted or be the wife you wanted."
"Don't say a damn word like that!"
"Don't---curse." Said Zee, heaving a heavy breath. And then she was gone. Just like that- gone.
"Yes, ma'am." Cried Jesse, tears falling.
Jesse James, one of the most feared and revered outlaws in the west, held his dead wife's body, still warm and sweaty. Jesse felt her slip from his fingers.
"I love you Zee. I love you so much." He cried, placing her hands over one another on her chest.
"I love you."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Jesse watched as the cedar casket was lowered into the cold, dry earth. Cole, Frank, Bob, and several of Zee and Jesse's friends watched too.
Afterwards, Zee's sister cooked up a storm: turkey, ham, potatoes, green beans, and homemade dumplings with all the fixings. Everyone ate heartily- everyone except Jesse. Cole followed Jesse outside to the porch.
"Whatcha thinking?" he asked.
Jesse shrugged.
"Moving back west. Going back home." He replied.
Cole nodded and spat on the ground.
"With us?" he asked.
Jesse surveyed the skyline for a moment and stood silent.
"Yeah." He finally replied.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The surviving members of the James-Younger gang road up to the big house on the hill. Jesse jumped off his horse and ran to the porch steps. His mother, Ma James, stood in her best dress, blushing at her son. Jesse leapt up the three steps and hugged her tight.
"Welcome home!" she said with a hearty laugh. Jesse smiled and kissed her.
"Oh, you do know how to make a girl blush!" laughed Ma James. "Come on inside!"
Everyone filed into the James' household and sat around the table. Good food, good friends and good family filled every corner and Jesse was again happy- what he hadn't been since before Zee's death.
After dinner, Jesse and Ma James were sitting out of the porch talking. They had tackled all of the tough words- about the baby and Zee. Now they discussed how the house was running and such.
Through the slim light, a figure on a horse road up towards the house. Ma James smiled, but Jesse jumped up, unsure of whom it was. Ma James caught his arm.
"Jesse, someone here to see you." She said softly. Jesse squinted into the light as the figure dismounted. It was a woman.
[x] whatdaya think??[x]
Zee winced in pain. Jesse held her hand as she crushed it in her grip. She was covered in a thing sweat and having trouble breathing.
"Oh, Jesse." She whispered.
"I'm here Zee. What? What is it?" asked Jesse nervously.
"I'm sorry."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the family you wanted or be the wife you wanted."
"Don't say a damn word like that!"
"Don't---curse." Said Zee, heaving a heavy breath. And then she was gone. Just like that- gone.
"Yes, ma'am." Cried Jesse, tears falling.
Jesse James, one of the most feared and revered outlaws in the west, held his dead wife's body, still warm and sweaty. Jesse felt her slip from his fingers.
"I love you Zee. I love you so much." He cried, placing her hands over one another on her chest.
"I love you."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Jesse watched as the cedar casket was lowered into the cold, dry earth. Cole, Frank, Bob, and several of Zee and Jesse's friends watched too.
Afterwards, Zee's sister cooked up a storm: turkey, ham, potatoes, green beans, and homemade dumplings with all the fixings. Everyone ate heartily- everyone except Jesse. Cole followed Jesse outside to the porch.
"Whatcha thinking?" he asked.
Jesse shrugged.
"Moving back west. Going back home." He replied.
Cole nodded and spat on the ground.
"With us?" he asked.
Jesse surveyed the skyline for a moment and stood silent.
"Yeah." He finally replied.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The surviving members of the James-Younger gang road up to the big house on the hill. Jesse jumped off his horse and ran to the porch steps. His mother, Ma James, stood in her best dress, blushing at her son. Jesse leapt up the three steps and hugged her tight.
"Welcome home!" she said with a hearty laugh. Jesse smiled and kissed her.
"Oh, you do know how to make a girl blush!" laughed Ma James. "Come on inside!"
Everyone filed into the James' household and sat around the table. Good food, good friends and good family filled every corner and Jesse was again happy- what he hadn't been since before Zee's death.
After dinner, Jesse and Ma James were sitting out of the porch talking. They had tackled all of the tough words- about the baby and Zee. Now they discussed how the house was running and such.
Through the slim light, a figure on a horse road up towards the house. Ma James smiled, but Jesse jumped up, unsure of whom it was. Ma James caught his arm.
"Jesse, someone here to see you." She said softly. Jesse squinted into the light as the figure dismounted. It was a woman.
[x] whatdaya think??[x]