I DO NOT OWN HATFIELDS AND MCCOYS.

November 1880. Pike County, Kentucky.

In the middle of all the strife with Roseanna's affair with Johnse Hatfield, more trouble fell upon the McCoy family. The only difference was that this time, it did not come from the Hatfields. It was on a Sunday when the entire McCoy family had gathered at Randall and Sally's home for supper. Jed and Alifair were also there. Everyone was trying to distract themselves from the disowning of Roseanna. Randall and Perry especially. Randall had lost his favorite daughter and Perry had lost his potential wife. Luckily, Alifair was being to show slightly, so everyone was focused on the baby to be.

"I fer one, can not wait ta be a grandma." Sally said as she kissed her daughter's belly.

"I'm gonna make sure that my grand boy gets raised ta be a real McCoy man." Randall added.

"There's no guarantee that it'll be a boy, Randall." Jed pointed out.

"He will, I can feel it." The McCoy patriarch assured his son in law. Unfortunately, the good feelings were not to last. The family dog began barking as the sound of horses was heard galloping.

"Who could that be?" Perry inquired.

"Tolbert, go see who's coming." Mr. McCoy commanded.

"Yes poppy." The eldest McCoy boy replied as he sheathed his pistol and went outside. A couple minutes later, Tolbert came back inside.

"Jed, there's someone here fer you." He said as Jed got up. He hadn't been expecting anyone today. He walked outside and his heart sank. A young man dressed in black sat proudly on his jet black stallion as four men on their horses flanked him. Jed was filled with fear and rage at the sight of him. This was his personal demon. This was Billie Jo Preston.

"Well, Jedidiah Graham, as I live n' breathe." Billie Jo said as he spat out a mouth full of tobacco. "Last time I seen you was in Louisville."

"I ain't got no business with you Billie Jo." Jed replied as he stood his ground.

"The Hell you ain't!" Preston shouted. "I'm taking ya back ta Nashville. Ya got an appointment with the gallows and I'm gonna make sure ya keep it."

"The Hell I will." Jed replied as he turned to see Randall McCoy and Pharmer walk out of the house.

"What is going on here?" Randall asked as Billie Jo dismounted his horse.

"My name is Billie Jo Preston, Mr..."

"Randall McCoy, I suggest you state yer business."

"Mr. McCoy, do you realize that this man is a fugitive and a murderer?" Preston asked. "He killed my daddy and I got a warrant from Nashville that says he's gonna hang fer it."

"Yer daddy forced his sister into bed." Mr. McCoy clarified.

"Any blood that Jedidiah shed was ta defend his sister's honor." Pharmer added.

"Horseshit!" Billie Jo yelled. "That boy's gonna hang and his trash sister deserved what she got!" Jed moved to attack him, but Pharmer held him back.

"I suggest ya get off my land Preston." McCoy ordered.

"Or what?" Billie Jo asked mockingly. "What the Hell are you gonna do? You washed up old bastard?" Randall's eyes turned to stone as he gave Billie Jo a gut punch. As Preston crumbled to the ground, Old man McCoy pulled out his belt and began thrashing the wicked fool.

"YOU WILL NOT LIVE TA SEE ANOTHER DAY MCCOY!" Billie Jo screamed as Randall brought the belt down on his body over and over again. Finally, after several minutes, Randall stopped and Billie Jo sprung up with tears running down his face.

"Git off my land, I ain't telling you again." McCoy commanded as Preston spat in his direction

"I will have flesh..." he promised. "And I will have all of it!" He got back up on his horse as he and his terrified posses galloped off. Jed sighed as he knew that this would not be the end. All Randall had done was piss Billie Jo off.

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