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Get Me To A Bar

Jessa POV:

I hate to admit it, but I wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that Shaw was doing another round in Uncle Jim's makeshift rehab. His drinkin's been gettin' worse after Skunk Hair's death and I'm sure Uncle Jim along with the rest of the family's noticed it. Well, Sully didn't notice it, but I think that was only because he was in denial about it; didn't want to admit that his son still has a drinking problem.

Cotton didn't fully understand the weight of the situation. He just relayed a message to me from Uncle Jim with an innocent smile on his face. Since Cotton was slow and had the mindset of a child, he had no idea what drying out in a locked room really meant. I knew what it meant tho. My husband was an out of control alcoholic.

Well, looks like I got at least a good month to myself. Maybe more depending on how the detox goes.

After tuckin' in Cotton, I went to Todd's room and knocked on the door. "Come in." He simply called out in response to my knocking.

"Hey, Todd." I greeted my brother-in-law as soon as I opened the door and walked into his bedroom. "I need to tell you something." I told him, shuttin' the door behind me and walkin' further into his room. Todd didn't say a word, just nodded and placed the piece of wood he was whittling onto his desk. Coming to a stop right by his desk, I sighed, "Uncle Jim's locked Shaw up in his cabin to dry out again."

"He should've done it a while back." The brunette teen bitterly bit out, shaking his head and picking up his piece of wood and pocket knife. Carving at the wood, Todd told me, "He's too much like our dad was."

"Yea, Shaw told me that Peter was a bad drunk." I told Todd, letting him know that I already knew about his dad's problem.

Todd never took his eyes off of the wood he was whittling. His tone was dark and deep as he revealed, "Shaw only told ya what he'd seen, not how dad was after Sully took him 'way. Dad completely lost his ever lovin' mind, drank all the time an' beat us for no reason after mom let his 'boy' be taken."

"But I thought that Peter hated him cause Shaw wasn't really his?"

"There's a fine line 'tween love and hate and I think my dad realized that he really did love Shaw as his son after he left."

"Oh…" I trailed off in a long sigh.

Looking between me and his carving, he requested in a firm and serious tone, "Promise me that ya won't do anythin' stupid, like divorce Shaw or somethin' over his drinkin', cause I don't think he'd handle not havin' you and the kids 'round very well. 'Specially Endor."

Todd's words washed over me like a wave. They confirmed what I'd told Tolbert back in late December, that Shaw would never rest til me and his kids were found. I was tied to Shaw til one of us died, that much was certain.

"Don't worry, Todd, I'll be with Shaw no matter what; thru thick and thin." I assured the brunette with a thin smile. Todd didn't say a word, just nodded his thanks and understanding. I just patted him on the shoulder before turning away from him and walking out of the room; leaving him to whittle and think about the news I just gave him.

Shaw POV:

When I came to, I had a splittin' headache and was in a bed that wasn't mine. Sittin' up, I looked around my surroundin's only to realize that I was in Uncle Jim's room. Son of a bitch, that fat bastard knocked me out and stuck me in his fucked-up rehab again. Jokes on him tho since I got my dad's ring; can just poof myself out of this hellhole for a bit to get a couple drinks. Yea, I'm not goin' thru rehab hell like I did last time.

Taking the ring out of my pocket, I slipped it onto my finger and simply said, "Get me to a bar."

The atmosphere swirled around me and I was quickly sucked into a black hole. After a few seconds I was thrown out of the black hole and deposited in an alley. A back alley of a bar most likely since I told the damn ring to get me to a bar. I stood up and brushed the dust off my pants before walkin' out of the alley.

I had no idea what era I was in, but I didn't care since I had cash on me and looked old enough to drink. Damn, I might be 23-years-old, but I looked a bit older considerin' I lived in 19th century Appalachian and lived a hard life. It was dark out, so I knew it was late at night, as I walked up to the bar. I didn't even pay attention to name on the bar's sign as I opened up the door and walked on inside.

Like all bars, the place was smokey, full of whores, and smelt like whiskey. Oh god, how the smell of whiskey made my mouth water. I started to make my way towards the back, where the bar was, whenever a pair of men drinkin' at the table caught my eye. I had no idea why they piqued my interest. Maybe cause the one man was a gigantic ginger that gave off some McCoy vibes. The other man was an average lookin' man with brown eyes and light brown hair. He didn't give off any bad vibes, but I was leery of both him and the ginger cause of my bad blood with the McCoys.

As I walked by, I heard the brunette tell the ginger, "I still can't believe you made 'nough money off a book to move here to Florida."

Florida? What the fuck? This damn ring took me to a bar in Florida. Why? Oh, and of course there's a ginger givin' off bad McCoy vibes here too. Bastard prolly wrote a book 'bout the feud or somethin'.

"Me neither, to tell the truth." The ginger chuckled as I carried on my way to the bar. "But I'm glad I did cause I don't want Davey to grow up the way we did up in those goddamned hills."

"Hey, I'm raisin' my kids in those goddamned hills and it ain't that bad." The brunette counter the ginger as I reached the bar.

"It ain't that good either. Even tho the feud's been over for years the tensions still high." I overheard the nearby giant remark as I took a seat at the bar, telling the barkeep that I wanted a bottle of whiskey.

While the barkeep placed a glass and a bottle of cheap whiskey in front of me, I heard the brunette ask his friend, "If Sheila was still alive do ya think she'd wanna move 'ere far away from her family just to get 'way from tensions?"

"Don't matter, she died." The ginger shrugged, his voice a bit flat, as I found a table to sit at.

A silent lull filled the air as I poured myself a drink. Right as I knocked the shot back, the brunette broke the silence between him and his kin by saying, "Ya know that mom and her man dropped their lives to move here with you; to help with Davy and all."

"I didn't ask them to do that. They did that on their own."

"Yea, just like he got you in touch with that publisher." The brunette dryly scoffed. "Whether you wanna believe it or not, mom and that man of hers will move mountains for you." Shakin' his head and pourin' himself a drink, the brunette went on to say, "It ain't right that you took our mom 'way from me and my family. My kids need their grandma too."

"You can always come visit, like you're doin' right now."

Before the brothers could deepen their spat, man with greying dark hair walked up to their table. "Boys, your mother wants you home." Hmm, so he must be the step-dad?

Hell, the fact the I ran into McCoy kin while time traveling was unsettling. God, I needed to make a dash out of the back door and get back to my rehab prison in Uncle Jim's room. So, not botherin' to stick around and watch the stepdad usher his grown sons out of the bar, I left my whiskey on the table and headed over to the hall by the bar that led to the backdoor. Once I reached the backdoor, I went outside into the alley and told the ring to take me back to my uncle's room that I'd just left.

Once again, I was caught up in the swirlin' atmosphere and sucked thru a black hole. When I was tossed out of the black hole, I was back in my uncle's room. Since I madea thud when I was deposited in, Uncle Jim (who most likely was sleepin' on the sofa) ordered in a loud bark, "Go t'sleep, Shaw! Ya ain't gettin' out!"

"Bastard!" I shouted, mostly for dramatic effect, as I toed out of my boots.

Once I got both my boots and jacket off, I sat down on the bed. As I sat in the dark, I couldn't help, but think about what I overheard at the Florida bar while time traveling. For some reason I felt bad for the guys. It seemed like they had a fucked-up life growing up durin' the feud. Too bad they were McCoys, if they weren't their lives would've been easier. I was curious about the book the ginger McCoy wrote. What was it about that made it a best seller? Feud secrets?

God, next time I'm gonna have to be specific about the town the bar's in when I use this damn ring to hurdle thru time for a drink.

Allie POV:

It was late and Cap still wasn't home yet. He should've been home hours ago, so I was worried that something had happened to him. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, watching the front door anxiously. Not knowin' if my husband was caught, killed, or on his way home hurt so bad. The more time that ticked by, the more I was losing hope that my husband would walk thru the door.

Finally, after an unmeasured amount of time, the door opened and Cap crossed the threshold into our cabin. My eyes lit up and I shot up out of the sofa faster then a speedin' bullet. I bolted over to Cap while he was taking off his hat and jacket. "Where were you? I thought one of those bounty hunters got'cha." I asked, both worry and relief in my words, as I watched my husband remove his gun belt and hang it up on the rack by the door.

"Hell, Allie, don't ever think like that. No bounty hunter's gonna get me." My husband told me as he pulled me into a hug.

All of the emotions I was holding back came tumbling out in the form of tears as I cried into my husband's shoulder. I was shakin' as Cap rubbed my back up and down soothingly, all the while I cried, "I was so cared that I'd lost you."

Slightly pulling away from me so that he could look at my face, Cap softly smiled and assured me in his deep timbre, "You ain't ever gonna lose me, Allie. Nothin', and I mean nothin's ever gonna take me away from ya."

I wiped away my tears and nodded. Lookin' up at him with curious sapphire eyes, I asked, "Why're ya late, Cap?"

"A bounty hunter spotted me in the tavern and followed me outside. Uncle Jim stuck a hatched in his head so I had to bring the man to Perry Cline's office so he'll know what happens to the bloodhounds he sends after us." Cap answered me in a nonchalant tone. One that worried me. He's got a price on his head, how can he be so flippant about goin' in and out of Kentucky?

"You shouldn't have done that. What if somebody saw you, Cap?"

"It's the middle of the night, darlin'. Nobody saw me and if they did I would've just shot them and made a run for it."

"Promise me you'll be more careful, Cap. Please, I can't lose you." I begged frantically since I was terrified that my husband might get hurt, captured, or killed I he's too careless.

"Okay, I'll be more careful." Cap nodded with a soft smile. Kissing me lightly, he added, "I promise."

Brenton POV:

"Miller, get up." Perry ordered the bounty hunter that was slumped 'gainst the office door as I walked over to the office. "Get up." Perry ordered once again as I set foot onto the wooden plank sidewalk that was infront of the law building.

"I think he's either drunk or dead, Perry." I told my brother-in-law as I made my way over to him.

Perry just rolled his eyes at me before shakin' Mr. Miller's shoulder. "Wake up, Mil-" He began, only for his words to die on his tongue as Mr. Miller fell over on his side. He was as dead as a doornail, but his hat slipping off his face to reveal his entire skull was split in half confirmed it.

"Told ya he was dead." I huffed out in a sigh as my brother-in-law jumped back with a startled look on his face.

A loud chuckle sounded out from across the way. Looking over to where the laughter came from, we saw Bad Frank standin' against a shop, smokin' a cigar. Pointin' his cigar at Mr. Miller's lifeless body, Mr. Phillips asked, "That one of your deputies you've sent over?" Not even waitin' for an answer, Bad Frank just chuckled and walked down the street towards the saloon.

"Go notify the undertaker about Mr. Miller. Also, send Billings a Western Union saying that the situation with the Hatfields is getting worse and he needs to come down here to see how bad it is." Perry told me before flinging open his office door, causin' the doorbell to ring loudly, and stormin' inside.

Well, looks like the family politician's about to get thrown headfirst into this blood feud. I reckon we're gonna see exactly how much weight he's got with Governor Buckner after all.

AN:

So, Shaw used the ring to go to a bar. Who saw that coming? I put an Easter egg in the second scene with Shaw eavesdropping on a conversation grown up Silas and Endor (yes, I totally went there) were having. Is anyone surprised that Silas and Endor have a step-dad (alluding to Shaw being dead or gone) or no? I picture Endor as Tom Hopper while Silas is Matthew Gray Gubler.

Allie and Cap had an emotional moment. Oh boy, now Perry Cline's getting Senator Billings involved with the political side of the feud. Yikes.