I DO NOT OWN HATFIELDS AND MCCOYS OR THE DIALOGUE.

The day after the election, 1880. Pike County, Kentucky.

Jed sighed as he and Bud walked alongside Roseanna. She had been thrown out of the McCoy home in disgrace. Jed did not think that it was right what Randall had done, but Roseanna was not his daughter. Randall's opinion was law in the McCoy household and he had to abide by it. As they crossed the bridge, Roseanna have her brothers a huge hug.

"You take care of Alifair and yer baby, ya hear?" She asked Jed.

"Ya know I will." Jed replied as she walked towards Johnse who was holding his wound.

"Are ya OK Johnse?" Roseanna asked as she looked at his wound.

"I'll live, Tolbert didn't git me too badly." Johnse replied as he noticed his beloved's tears. "Are you all right, what did yer pa say?"

"He said he didn't care...and that I weren't his daughter no more." she replied as she cried again.

"It'll be all right Roseanna, I know it." Johnse assured her. "We'll git married and I can take care o' you if you'll let me." Roseanna nodded as she kissed her love. Jed's heart went out to both of them. He wanted to help the young lovers, but it was out of his hands.

Johnse took Roseanna back to the Hatfield home. She waited in his room while he plead their case to Devil Anse. Levicy took to Johnse's wound which stung like a bitch.

"Have Doc Rutherford take a look." She insisted as she tried to clean it. "Get your hand out."

"Ma, it's fine." Johnse insisted in return. "I'm doing the same thing you're doing."

"Hold still." Mrs. Hatfield shot back.

"Daddy, her father don't object." Johnse said as he looked towards Devil Anse.

"Well, looks like somebody did." he replied.

"Yeah, her bonehead brothers." his son said as he smarted in pain. "Mama!"

"Could ya hold still?"

"I wanna hear again that Randall McCoy agreed to you marrying his daughter." Devil Anse said as he lit his pipe.

"No, not exactly." The younger Hatfield admitted. "He said he don't care." This earned a head shake from his old man.

"Don't care...well, don't care ain't permission."

"He said it in front o' witnesses."

"Well, was that before or after you got shot?" Old man Hatfield inquired. "I will not defy McCoy or any man when it comes to his daughter."

"Daddy, please, if ya give permission, he'll surely come around." Johnse offered as Devil Anse hit the table.

"Goddamn it boy, they tried to kill you!" he exclaimed. "Now you wanna marry into that?"

"Ya know what, this ain't right." Johnse argued. "Me and her wanna be man and wife, we're both o' age."

"Don't be a fool, Ya only just met her." Levicy replied as she smacked her son on the forehead.

"Mama, Roseanna's been throwed out." He pleaded. "She got no place to go."

"You're afflicted, son." Hatfield sighed as Levicy made a difficult decision.

"All right, she can stay here until her family comes for her." She relented. "Or you two come to your senses."

"Thank you, thank you, Mama." Johnse whispered with gratitude as Devil Anse got in his face.

"But she will keep her own name." he insisted. Johnse wasn't happy about it, but he had scored a victory and he knew not to push his luck when it came to his old man.

JOHNSE AND ROSEANNA ARE SAFE, FOR NOW. NEXT TIME, THE TERROR FROM TENNESSEE COMES TO THE TUG. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.