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-Sailor

"Mr Bondurant…"

He turned and looked at me but I didn't say anything. He got up and stood beside me, his smoky scent filling my nostrils.

"Deputy, you didn't just come here for coffee. If you are here to question me further, I ain't got nothin' to add"

"I understand that"

"Well I don't see no reason for you to be here so" he said licking his lips.

"I just thought maybe we could get to know each other, since we're gonna be working so close with each other, off the record of course" I said trying to pass off what I meant as a joke.

Except Forrest Bondurant was not a man to joke with. He merely mumbled and looked away.

"Well Deputy I ain't got no interest in that now. At the end of the day, you're the law and we Bondurant's don't got no time for people like you"

"Ouch"

"Well I ain't gonna lie to you" he purred.

"Ok Mr Bondurant, well this won't be the last you'll be seeing me I can assure you" I said getting off the stool.

He shuffled on his spot and followed me out to the door.

"What's this interest you have with Jack?" he suddenly asked as I walked into the chill night air.

"Now I don't think that's anything to do with you is it?" I smirked.

"Stay away from Jack" he said his eyes hitting mine.

I waltzed back towards him, my face inches from his.

"Why, you jealous of all the attention your little brother is getting?" I jeered.

I heard a mumble come from his chest and his shoulders rose as he took in a deep breath.

"Jack's a big boy, I aint gonna tell him what to do" he whispered, his stare still glowering into my own.

"Well then don't ask" I whispered back.

A noise came from his chest but his stare didn't relent.

"I knew you were trouble…the moment you blew into Franklin"

I could almost taste his cigars in my mouth and I had a natural urge to do something…but I knew I couldn't if I wanted to retain my dignity and my job.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet. You thought Spanish flu was bad?" I laughed.

He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pressed me up against the doorframe.

"Get off my property deputy. I don't want to see you round here again, you understand?" he sneered.

He pushed me away from the door and down the steps before slamming the door. I listened as his footsteps faded and saw the candle light disappear before picking myself up and walking to my car. I now had no qualms about destroying Forrest Bondurant or his family.

The next day, we all sat in the blistering hot office while I sent the hill billy's out on a fake tip to get rid of them. We sat around my desk talking through our surprise attack on the Cricket place.

"Boss, after this those Bondurant boys will know we mean business" one smiled up at me as I circled them. I had been a bit cagey but after Forrest's frosty reception last night I was under no illusions about destroying him.

"Right let's move"

We all piled into our cars and approached Cricket's place from all angles in case he got a sniff we were here. But then I remembered, these were simple cricket folk who didn't understand how actual law enforcement works. But they were about to get a nasty surprise.

My car moved first. The other went around the back to make sure no one escaped. We reached the door, rifles in hand and barged through it. Cricket was heading us off but retreated back seeing how many of us there were and that we all had rifles. An ancient woman sat in a rocking chair, dark glasses covering her eyes while she knit.

"Mind if I come in?" I asked barging into the living room as Cricket cowered in the corner.

"Who's this?" I said gesturing with my rifle.

"Aunt Whiney"

"Well tell aunt Whiney this is not a social call"

"She ain't right in the head…don't think that'll work ma'am"

I looked at her and she didn't move. She wasn't going to be a problem.

"Alright three things son…where's the still, where's the liquor and where's the money?"

"He don't have it" I suddenly heard from behind me.

I cocked my rifle and pointed it where the voice came from. Jack emerged from the corner, his hands up with a little hat perched on his head.

"Go find the still boys…leave us alone" I said holding my rifle to his chest as I watched him shake.

"Jack Bondurant…what might you be doing here?"

But he didn't say anything, just stood there staring at the ground. I took down my weapon and closed the gap between us. I got flashbacks of Forrest last night as I stared at Jack, he did have that look of a younger Forrest and my hatred for him grew.

"Jack, just tell us where the still is and this will be all over" I whispered.

"You know, Forrest told me you came to see him" he said with shaky breath.

My lip twitched and I moved my gun up slightly.

"Did he now?"

"Yea, told us how he kicked you out…he don't want no deputy scum in our place anymore"

I took in a deep breath through flared nostrils, turned and whacked him with the butt of my gun. He fell to the floor and I watched him struggle to regain himself.

"Get up!" I ordered.

He eventually found his legs like a new born deer and stood up to face me with the barrel of my gun pointing in between his eyes.

"You Bondurant boys are lucky…I've been very understanding so far, especially with Forrest"

I ignored the twitch I got in my stomach when I said his name and concentrated on Jack. I belted him across the face with my gun again and he fell to the ground. He groaned in pain and I saw him spit out blood as a cut on his cheek opened and dripped blood down his face.

"Jack, I was told you boys were tough sons of bitches" I mocked as he stood up again before I belted him again causing him to fall out the back door. I threw down my gun and walked out to him, picking him up and throwing him down the steps.

"Aw Jack baby I thought we could have some fun but if you're gonna let Forrest run your life" I sneered kicking him in the stomach. He groaned, crawling away, mumbling something between the river of blood that was falling from his mouth.

"My brother's gonna get you" he gargled.

"Is he? That's not gonna help you right now is it?"

"I know…I know you just doin' this coz Forrest doesn't want you!"

I kicked him in the face, the blood rushing to my face with embarrassment.

"Excuse me?!" I roared.

"You sniffin' round him like a bitch in heat and he ain't having it" he gargled again, still trying to crawl away.

I grabbed him by his hair holding his bloodied face up and punching him again, he was saying everything I knew was true but I hated to admit.

"Shut up!" I roared landing one last vicious kick to his face before his body went limp.

"No more…no more please" he pleaded.

But as Jack lay there, his leg twitching slightly, I realised all this stuff about the Bondurant boys being the stuff of legends was all shit…legendary was not a word I would use to describe Jack Bondurant at this point in time.

"Next time it'll be worse…for you and Forrest" I sneered walking back inside. Some of the guys were standing looking through the window at me.

"Did you find the still?" I yelled wiping the blood off my hands.

"Yea we did boss, it's taken care of"

"Good, let's go back to station" I said letting out an exasperated sigh.

"So I would call that a success" one said to me as we walked back into the station.

"Yea" I said going in and closing the door into my office.

I wanted to be alone because Jack's words still rang through my head making me feel ill. If he was saying that to Jack what else was he saying to everyone else? That was it, no more Forrest. But as much as I liked to believe that as I threw myself in my chair and rested my feet on the desk, I had a feeling I couldn't do it. There was something about Forrest Bondurant, maybe it was because he was worthy of legend and I secretly knew that and wanted to be part of that legend with him. Every time I saw him, something happened inside me that I tried to suppress, but I was finding it more difficult each time I saw him. It was growing and I couldn't stop it. But I knew shit was going to go down now I've kicked in his brother's face.