Disclaimer: Credit for characters and dialogue goes to their respective creators.
Author's Note: I am not a native Spanish speaker.

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Recap: After John was killed, Samantha McMalley was shot down next to him. Samantha struggled back to the ranch, beaten and bloody. After surviving her Spanish ramblings, Samantha was transported to the McSween's where she convinced Alex to talk to the Justice of the Peace. John's funeral soon proceeded, John was buried next to Tulio McMalley.

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"Half the murderers are members of his posse, J.P.. He won't touch them!" I spoke of Sheriff Brady.

"She's right. You're the Justice of the Peace, Wilson. You have the power to serve warrants through special constables." Alex backed me up. Alex and I had ganged up on the J.P.. I glanced over at the boys, they were all standing behind us three, waiting.

"What special constables? No one's fool enough to go in after Murphy's men." Said J.P., I squinted up at him and then looked over at the boys.

"Deputize them."

"What?! I can't do that. They're only boys!"

"You can J.P.," I looked the man straight in the eyes, "Those boys won't let them slip." I held out my hand, J.P. hesitantly shook it.

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"You're being deputized." I smiled at the boys standing in front of me. No one moved until Billy laughed and hugged me.

"Sam, you're a saint! A saint!"

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Rumors had been flying through town, rumors that I had killed John. What a lie.

Susan had insisted that I stay home, I insisted that I run some errands to keep myself occupied. Alex and Susan had left for their ranch early that morning to sort things out before they had to come back to settle John's will. In town the looks were menacing, especially from the older women. The only few that seemed to be unfazed by the rumors were the children.

I slowly wondered around town for a while, window shopping and just enjoying the sun. Unfortunately I did have some shopping to do, and Murphy's was the only general store open.

I quickly passed between the two small groups of sneering Murphy-men and into the store. I found my way around the shelves, hurriedly picking jars, bottles and boxes, I noticed the store clerk watching me as I placed the items in my canvas bag. After rushing through my shopping, I laid my bag on the counter to pay.

"You're Samantha McMalley, right?" The boy was no older than fifteen.

"Yes, I am." I handed over the bills, "Thank you, have a nice day." I took my bag and started toward the entrance.

"I don't think you did it!" The boy called after me.

I walked out the door and straight into a tall man,
"Samantha McMalley? I thought you'd still be in bed 'till noon, the way they say you are with men." He was one of Murphy's.

"You disgust me." I hissed and attempted to push past him, but he was too big.

The man lowered his voice, "You're a little spitfire. Just the way I like them." The man moved closer, his breath rotten with alcohol.

"Get off me!" I pushed the man back, attracting the attention of the other surrounding Murphy-men, and Murphy, who was watching from the steps of the jailhouse.

Another man stepped forward, "Hey, I know you. You're the one who shot Tunstall. I remember seeing you all red handed."

"You know, Lee, I think you're right. We were on our way to tell Mr. Tunstall that Mr. Murphy wanted a truce. As soon as we came over the hill, we saw her shoot him cold blooded. Right, boys?"

I tried to escape, but there were too many.

"Must'a hid the gun well, no one found it." Another man said, grabbing my wrists, causing me to drop my shopping bag, "Looks like we got ourselves' another hangin'."

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"-Bonney is believed to be the captain of a deputized gang." Doc, laughed, I wasn't amused by the printer's words.

"Shit, Dick. You sent a lamb to slaughter and he walked out a king sheep." Charley smiled, I still wasn't amused. Who did Billy think he was?

All of a sudden Doc dropped the paper he was reading from, grabbed a handful of dried weeds and dashed around the corner, despite our protests, "You know they're gonna be looking for us!"

I picked up the fallen paper and read over the report, that's when I spotted it:

SAVAGE MCMALLEY

Twenty year old Samantha McMalley, former employee of the late John Tunstall,
has been accused of his murder and is set to be hanged 7th of January.

There was even a crude sketch of Sam under the report. This was not good.

"Hey, Hey!"

"What, Dick?"

"Samantha was accused of John's murder."

"What?!" Billy grabbed the paper and read it aloud. "This is ridiculous."

"What're we gonna do now?" Asked Steve.

"Doc!" I yelled.

"What, Dick- ah, shit!" Doc came around the wall, kicking up dust. Murphy must've just rode in.

"Doc, look at this." I shoved the paper into Doc's hand and pointed to Sam's report.

"That's tomorrow! God, will this never end?!"

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That evening we still hadn't come up with a plan to help Sam cheat death, until we ran into the Mulroney kid, Murphy's store clerk. We were walking the back streets when we came upon him locking up.

"P-please, d-don't hurt me!" He raised his hands in surrender.

"We won't, you didn't do nothin'." I said, sticking my thumbs through my belt loops.

"Y-you're Billy the Kid!" The kid's voice was excited as he stared at me.

"Yep, the one and only." The gears in my head started whirring, "What's you're name?"

"Jim Mulroney. Most people call me Jimmy."

I put an arm around the blond boy and turned him away from the others, "Okay, Jimmy, I've got a proposition for you, but first you gotta tell me somethin'."

"Yeah?"

"You got anything to lose?"

"No." Jimmy said matter-of-factly.

"No mother, father, friends, anything?"

"Nope, just my life and my job."

I smiled, "Good."

"Am I gonna be an outlaw?"

"You just might be, Jimmy."