Okay… Anyway here is where Marianne turns official outlaw.
Marianne found her sister's necklace rather quickly considering how much was on the table. She scooped up the primrose butterfly necklace and stuffed it in her britches pocket before looking up awkwardly up at him. "Thanks."
Bog nodded and they started back up to the top when Stuff came waddling down the stairs, breath huffing. "Boss," she gasped.
"What is it?" he asked, voice harsh again.
"Lawmen," she huffed. Marianne paled then turned red.
"No," she gasped shoving past the rotund woman and up to the top, Bog not far behind, demanding to know what she was talking about. When she made it to the wall of the convent she slammed her tiny little fist against the stone.
"Friends of yours, I presume," he growled grabbing her arm painfully.
"Uh, no," she shot back, trying to jerk her arm free.
"Don't be so daft! I know they are from Rio de Hadas!" he shouted.
"I can't believe the bastard found me! I came out here on my own and he can't track his way out of a paper bag!" she yelled.
He and his men rode up to the gates, the other men and women in Bog's posse training their rifles and six shooters on them. He gripped her arm tighter as the Sheriff rode right up to the gates like he couldn't be harmed.
"For the love of God, please shoot his pompous ass," she begged.
Bog looked at her funny before turning when addressed by Sheriff Roland. "Am I speakin' to the leader of this here outfit?" he asked looking up at him. "I see you have the lovely Miss Fairchild."
"Please, I'm going to vomit," she begged.
"Release, Miss Fairchild to me as well as the possessions of the citizens of Rio de Hadas. Turn yourselves in and no one will get hurt," he said smiling that damned smile Marianne once found so charming up at her.
She gave an audible 'urk' and covered her mouth with her free hand.
Bog smirked at her reaction then looked back down at the haughty man looking up at them like some knight in shining armor. He eased his grip on her arm.
"What if she doesnea wish to return with ye?" he yelled, his brogue thickening.
"Why would she wish to stay with a scoundrel like you?" he asked and Bog's grip tightened again. He stopped tightening his grip when he heard her hiss in pain. He glanced over to the clearly pissed woman.
"Ow," she growled, finally succeeding in jerking her arm away from him.
As much as what the Sheriff had said hurt, he was right. Bog had tried to love once. Tried to go straight once. But that crashed when he found out the woman was already married. He let Sugar hang around but wished that even she would leave, not having any taste for anything resembling romance anymore. It didn't deter his mother but he dissuaded every woman she tried to push his direction.
Judging from the reaction to the Sheriff they had a history that was similar and yet nowhere near the same, but with very like results. He noticed her little hands ball into fierce fists. She most certainly did not like this man.
"I'm not giving her up if the lass doesn't want to go," he said. He may not be one for love and chivalry but respect? She had beyond earned it and if she didn't want to go with him then she didn't have to.
"Now I am sure Miss Fairchild doesn't wish to be prisoner here with you and your monsters," he said.
"She is free to leave if she desires," Bog shot back raising both hands and stepping back from her.
"Come on, Marianne, I am here to take you home, darlin'. You got your papa worried sick," Roland crooned.
"I beg you to shoot him," Marianne growled sarcastically. At least he hoped it was sarcastically. The Sheriff raised his hand up to her and blinked his big green eyes at her.
"Screw it. I'll shoot him myself," she snarled, drawing her gun and aiming.
Bog saw a flash of fear in the Sheriff's eye, and while he felt assured that whatever he had done to Marianne warranted a good shooting, he also didn't think it a good idea to fire on a supposed man of the law.
"Now Marianne," he tried crooning, "How would it look, you shooting your fiancé?" he asked. Bog blanched and Marianne's eyes flashed. Before Bog could stop her she fired directly beside Roland's pinto's hoof. As predicted the little stud screamed and flew into bucking, throwing the Sheriff to the ground.
Marianne reholstered her gun and laughed at him as he stood and brushed off his clothes. "Now that is funny," she laughed and Bog heard some of his posse laughing with her.
Marianne leaned over the stone wall again and clenched her fists white against the stone, her face an angry scowl of female rage. Bog was glad he hadn't seen that side of her in their fight. That side just wanted her mother's necklace. This side wanted blood. Real blood.
"Get this through your thick skull, you sorry excuse of a Sherrif. I am not your fiancé. I am my own woman and if not going back with you means I am an outlaw now… then consider me a member of Los Duendes. I. Am. Not. Going. With. You."
Bog looked at her surprised and glanced over the wall into the courtyard when he heard some of his posse cheering in encouragement. His sharp glare cut them off.
"And you assume you are welcome?" he asked. She was of course. Her kind of fire was just what his band of brigands needed but he didn't need her to assert herself into it and wind up his boss.
"I assumed when you said it was my choice that was my invitation to join," Marianne said. Bog shrugged then leaning back out to Roland, "You heard her. Get on, you cur."
"This ain't over. I will be back for you Marianne. I promise, darlin'," he shouted gathering his horse and riding off.
"Well, we may have just stirred up a hornets nest," Marianne muttered.
"Maybe," Bog agreed then turned to her with a dark crooked smile on his face. "Welcome to Los Duendes, Tough Girl."
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