Of Miners and Skunks
Synopsis: Jack doesn't like the miners…or maybe he just doesn't like one in particular? Jealous!MountieJack makes a comeback.
Each chapter will be a moment in the time of the Billy Hamilton Saga!
I always liked the idea of Jack being jealous about Billy and everyone was able to admit it except for him.
Disclaimer: Thank you to Janette Oke and Hallmark for the amazing characters. I just get to play with them!
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It took only a moment – and perhaps a hand signal from Wendall - though if anyone ever asked he would deny it, for Jack to notice that Elizabeth had indeed kept her word and had escorted Billy Hamilton on a tour around town.
It only took him another few minutes to saddle his horse and gather his hunting equipment. He was perfectly within his rights to go hunting, he reasoned to himself, running his fingers through his hair. And if he just so happened to head in the same direction – thanks to another weird hand signal that was hard to understand, but he got the gist – and he just happened to come across the two of them, sitting on the ground together, all cozy – his grip tightened on his hunting rifle so much his hand turned white.
I don't trust him. He tried again, ignoring the twinge in his chest. I don't trust him with Elizabeth. And that is what he would tell her if she demanded the truth from him. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't.
Jack mounted his horse and took off for the woods – for all the world looking like he was on a casual hunt for his supper.
When he came across them near their church in the woods, Jack was silently relieved that they were just talking. He wondered for the third time if his request for her to have a chaperone – namely him – would be appropriate, but lately her ire had crushed that question before it could even rise to his lips.
"Hello, Jack," Elizabeth greeted him, but Jack's eyes locked on Billy's.
"How's that hunting going?" Billy rose to the silent challenge. "Any luck?"
"Eh, you don't need too much luck in this part of the world," his eyes drifted between them, feeling he was making his meaning clear. "Just good aim."
After an uncomfortable pause, Jack knew it was time for him to move on. He had no possible reason to stay, but that wasn't going to stop him from dismounting his horse and following within watching distance. "Enjoy your walk."
"Enjoy your supper."
"Thank you, I will."
Keep your hands to yourself, you stupid flirting, good-looking, poetry-spouting, date-taking, hand-kissing, smooth-talking…skunk.