The Man with the Big Gun

By RingPrincess

Jayne swung in the harness and kept the laser site of his rifle right between the eyes of the hun dan that presumed to be in charge of this little town. He could hear Mal going off below about something or other. The most he caught was that he didn't want to be here and it something about his will.

It was nice of Mal to point him out like that. It was true. He didn't want to be here. That girl and her brother were nothing but trouble. And if he had a lick of sense he'd instead of shooting the idiot of the town he'd shoot the two of them. But Mal wouldn't like that and he'd whine and complain and most likely leave him with the folks that had tied the girl to the post like a roast on a spit in the first place.

And she was all crazy and had them big brown eyes all trustin' like as those gorram cattle were all trustin' like and she was staring up at him and he wish she'd stop cause it was makin' him feel all big and noble. And he weren't big and noble. Well, he was big, but he weren't noble. He weren't no gorram hero. His chest weren't supposed to feel all warm and stuff, like he was wrapped in one of his ma's heavy knitted blankets.

And later when she stole the roll of his plate as if she was his younger sister rather than Simon's he let her and tried not to think about that warm feelin' from earlier but it was hard to be annoyed with it still churning about in his stomach. Just took another roll and focused on the food and ignored her when she whispered into his ear that she didn't want a knight in shining armor and cowboys were more interesting anyways. 'Cause she was just a crazy girl when it came down to it.