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Oh this is just one big drama chapter. Yep...

Friday Whiskey Doesn't Forgive On Sunday

Cap POV:

Smoke was hoverin' over the table I was sittin' at with Shaw and Abel as we smoked and drank over a game of cards. It wasn't even 8 o'clock yet, but the tavern was full from wall to wall since it was a Friday night. Whores were slaunterin' over to men, eyein' up who they wanted as their customers, while the bartender Cog was slingin' drinks faster than Grant went thru Richmond.

I'd been doin' this with Shaw every Wednesday and Friday night since January. Sometimes Abel joined us and sometimes he blew us off to go mess 'round with a whore. Sometimes we'd run into Johnse too. It's now April and over the last few months of takin' Shaw out for a night of drinks and cards he's gotten us into numerous fights and even got us arrested a few times too. Once my cousin starts drinkin' he don't know when to stop; then all hell always breaks loose. Too bad he's always spurnin' Mira's whore friend, think her names somethin' like Hattie or Mattie. The girl likes Shaw, but he's still too hung up on broodin' and sulkin' over Jessa to give the whore the time of day.

"How's your business doin'?" I asked Shaw as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. A glass he didn't need since he'd already drank half the damn bottle himself.

"Goin' good." He placed the bottle back onto the table. "Just opened up week or so go, but I already bought some livestock and resold some for profit." My cousin boasted before picking up his refilled glass, which was a water glass not a shot glass, and taking a sip from it.

"When I was at Pikeville's saloon the other day, I heard somebody say that ya pay better for piglets then Ole Harry does." Abel told Shaw, his cigar danglin' in the corner of his mouth, while discarding a card and picking up a replacement.

"Bet Ole Harry's pissed." I chuckled, just picturin' the old livestock dealer cussin' up a storm from loosin' customers to a Hatfield kin upstart.

"Hey, Shaw, how're ya doin' t'nite?" Mira's whore friend, Hattie or Mattie, asked Shaw while slaunterin' up behind him and placin' her hands on his shoulders.

"Doin' just fine, Mattie." Shaw flatly told the whore, shruggin' his shoulders out of her grasps, before tossin' a coin into the pot to raise the bet.

"Ya win anythin'?" She asked with a flirtly tone while I matched my cousin's bet.

"Mhm." Shaw sighed after takin' a drag off his cigar.

"Gina on tonight?" Abel asked, more curious about a whore he liked then worried about checkin' his hand.

"No, she's not here." Matttie shook her head causin' some of her dark curls to bounce over her bare shoulder.

"Aw, too bad." Abel pouted before tossin' a coin into the prize pot.

Dear lord, I got a brother-in-law that enjoys whores more then my own brother does and a cousin that ignores 'em. How'd I get stuck socializin' with this lot is beyond me. If they weren't kin…

"Shaw, would ya mind if I kept ya company?" Mattie asked in a sweet and gentle tone while battin' her eyelashes flirtatiously at my cousin. God, she's worse then Mira is wit' Johnse. At least Mira knows when to stop, unlike this whore that's up Shaw's ass.

"Yes, Mattie, I would mind." Shaw told the dark-haired whore while givin' her a hard and narrowed looked from over his shoulder. "I'm playin' a card game, don't got no time for the likes of you."

"You never have any time, Shaw. It ain't right, all I've ever done is be nice t'ya an' you're so rude to me. I don't see what the harm of ya takin' a break from cards to sit with me'll do." Blubbered Mattie as she gave Shaw a pitiful look with her big russet eyes, causin' me and Abel to pause in playin' cards to watch the pendin' argument we knew was comin'. Hell, my cousin's always ready t'snap anymore an' I know for a fact he's gonna take the whore's words the wrong way. Poor thing, he's gonna chew her up an' spit her out.

Shaw took another drag off his cigar before lookin' at Mattie and tellin' her in a cold an' repulsive tone, "Mattie, you're a whore. My mom would roll over in her gave if I spent time with ya."

A sour look appeared on Mattie's face as Shaw tipped some ashes into the crystal ashe tray sittin' in the middle of the table by the prize pot. The whore let out a tiny scoff before blurtin' out the truthful words of, "But if ya could you'd be all over Tolbert McCoy's bitch."

Pointin' his cigar right in her face, Shaw ordered in a loud bitin' bark, "You shut your fucking mouth!"

"Mattie, ya better take off for a bit and let him cool down." I suggested, lookin' up from my hand of cards to give the dark-haired whore with the high cheekbones a pleading look. Jessa was a sore subject for Shaw and I'm 'fraid that if Mattie says anythin' else that my cousin deems slanderous 'gainst her that he's gonna haul off and smack the whore. I'm tryin' to save everyone some headaches tonight.

After watchin' Mattie scurry off, Abel shook his head at Shaw and berated him with, "Damn, Shaw, did you have to be so mean to her? Whore's have feelings too you know."

"Well, I don't give a shit 'bout her feelings." Of course, he didn't. Seems that he didn't give a shit 'bout nothin', but himself.

"You're just butthurt that she called you out on your shit with Miss McCoy." My brother-in-law told my cousin before takin' a long drag off his cigar and blowin' out smoke rings.

"Don't call Jessa that. She ain't a real McCoy, they ain't legally man and wife." My cousin barked instead of takin' his turn.

"But they're somethin' since she's pregnant." Countered Abel in a nonchalant tone while lookin' at his hand and waitin' for Shaw to take his turn.

Shaw's jaw dropped, causin' his cigar to droop on the corner of his lip. In a stunned tone he asked, "She's what?"

"She's pregnant. I thought ya knew that, man." Why would he know that? Shaw doesn't go into Kentucky; he don't got a lot of friends either since he's either workin', takin' care of his siblin's, or broodin' over a bottle anymore.

Shaw's jaw clenched; he was nearly chewin' on the cigar in the corner of his mouth as he gritted out, "No, I didn't know that."

"Well, now you do." Abel shrugged, tippin' some of his cigar ashes into the crystal ashetray.

"Abel, don't antagonize him." I sighed since I really didn't feel like dealin' with a fired up drunk Shaw tonight. Hell, he's worse than Uncle Jim when he's likkered up an' pissed. Mhm, my cousin sure does take after our crochety uncle in many ways.

"Shit…" Shaw's voice trailed off. He took a drag off his cigar and asked, "How far 'long is she?"

"Heard talk that she's claimin' to be 4 or 3 ½ months even tho she looks more like 5 months." Abel answered as Shaw grabbed his glass, quickly gulpin' down some whiskey 'fore settin' the glass back down wit' a loud thunk.

"Why ya wanna know how far 'long she is?" I asked, giving my cousin a pointed stare. God, I hope he's not asking cause he might've knocked her up 'fore their breakup. Please, god, don't let that be the case.

"Fuck…fuck fuck fuck!" Shaw curse, while punchin' the table over and over. "How could she?..."

"How could she what?" My brother-in-law asked since his half-boozed up brain wasn't figurin' out what was goin' on.

Oh god, Shaw's about to go into a rant. Just what I don't need tonight. Why can't we just play poker like normal people do? Why does Shaw always have t'fuck it up wit' his rants, brawls, an' big boozed up mouth? Hell, at least when I go out wit' Skunk Hair, Uncle Jim, an' Cotton for drinks an' a hand of cards nobody starts a fight or gets us thrown into jail.

"Keep this from me. She knows I got a right to know." Was Shaw's answer, one I knew he was gonna give too.

No, no, no, god no! Please, I don't need this bullshit right now. I don't want to deal with Shaw havin' a conniption fit ov'r Jessa doin' to him the same exact thing Peggy did to Sully. Damnit, I just want to drink and play cards like a fuckin' normal person.

"But she's with Tolbert, why'd you have a right to know 'bout their baby?" My brother-in-law asked, causin' me to shoot him a dirty look. Really, he can't be that dense, can he?

"Cause it ain't his goddamn kid, but mine." Shaw revealed in a tight, but rough, snap.

Abel's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he connected the dots. "Shit, ya'll got it on."

"Oh god…" I set my cards face side down on the table, pinching the bridge of my nose in an attempt to ward off the migraine that was trying to edge its way into my head. Hell, there goes my night of cards and whiskey…

"Yea, we slept together on Thanksgiving." Admitted Shaw before pickin' up his glass and takin' another large gulp of his whiskey.

"So, she doesn't just look 5-months, but she really is 5-months?" The former soldier asked, soundin' like a jackass. I just rolled my mismatched eyes at Abel while givin' him a look that silently read 'Don't be an idiot.'.

"Yep." Popped out Shaw 'fore he downed the rest of his drink. Jesus, he's drinkin' like a goddamn fish. Thank, Abel, now he's gonna be drinkin' himself into a likker induced coma t'make himself feel better.

This is bad, this is very bad. Jessa's havin' Shaw's baby, but she's common law with Tolbert, who either thinks the baby's his or agreed to take up with her so she wouldn't get throwed out while pregnant. My money's on the latter. No way could he think she's not as far 'long as she is with all the times he's seen his ma expectin'. Tolbert, as well as me, can do math and figure out how far 'long a woman is by lookin' at the roundness of her belly. Comes wit' bein' an older child and dealin' with a pregnant ma all the time.

"Well, on that note, I think our relaxin' nite of cards and whiskey's over." I vocalized what's been floatin' in my head for the past few minutes while standin' up from the table. "I'm headed home." I told them 'fore walkin' off and leavin' them alone at the table.

As I walked to the door, I heard sounds of chairs movin' accompanied by the heavy thuds of boots. Eh, reckon they're callin' it a night too. No doubt Shaw's scoopin' up the prize pot of coins 'fore he takes off. Abel, well, I bet he's gonna be searchin' 'round for a whore to entertain himself wit' since the poker game's over. I didn't care, I just wanted to get home to my wife and tell her 'bout what I just found out.

Allie POV:

"It's only 8:30, what're you doing home so early for?" I asked Cap as he walked thru the door. It was Friday night; his time to hang out with Shaw at the tavern downtown and he never got home til 10 or so when he was playing cards and drinking with his cousin. I knew that something had to have happened for him to be home so soon.

Cap hung up his hat and took off his jacket while telling me, "Abel told Shaw that he heard tell that Jessa's pregnant."

"So, Shaw got mad and left, ending the night early?" I asked, since that's the impression I was getting, while watching Cap remove his gun belt and hang it up on the gun rack by the door.

"Shaw gettin' mad's an understatement." My husband told me as he made his into the main room. Taking a seat in his wingback sitting chair he revealed in a heavy sigh, "Shaw asked Abel if he knew how far 'long Jessa was and your brother told him he heard she was sayin' 4 the most even tho she looked to be 5-months 'long." Leaning back in his chair and runnin' a hand thru his shaggy blonde hair, he concluded his explanation with, "Shaw lost it, got fumin' mad, cause he figured out the baby's his since they slept together durin' Thanksgivin' time."

I felt floored as what my husband told me resonated in my mind. Shaking my head, while starting on another row of the crocheted blanket I was working on, I sighed, "Oh my god…I can't believe it…"

"Well, believe it."

"Is he gonna confront her?"

"Honestly, I dunno."

"I hope he doesn't show out on Sunday like he did on Christmas Eve." This Sunday was Easter so the Hatfields and the McCoys would all be in the one room church together.

"I agree wit'cha there, darlin'." Cap told me, his deep wave-like timbre sounding' tired and serious, while watching me crocheting a baby blanket.

Shaw POV:

"Night ended early?" Sully asked me from his spot sitting in a chair in my living room as I walked thru the door.

"Yea." I took my hat and jacket off, hanging them up while telling my dad, "Thanks for babysittin' Mary and Todd, but you can go now."

Sully just nodded and stood up from his chair. Giving me a studious stare, he walked out of the man room and over to the door. Stoppin' by me as I hung up my gun belt, he simply told me, "Something's botherin' you. I can tell."

"Nothin's botherin' me, dad." I firmly denied, as my honey eyes gave him a hard look.

"I think there is, but you're just bein' stubborn and don't want to talk about it."

"Dad, go home."

"Okay, okay." Sully raised his hands in mock surrender. "I'll go home." He grabbed his black Stetson, placin' it on top of his grayin' light brown hair covered head, before grabbing his jacket and quickly pulling it on. I just stood by the door with my arms crossed, silently lettin' him know that I'd see him out. Lookin' right at me, my dad said his goodbye of, "G'night, Shaw. I'll see ya on Sunday for Easter."

"Bye, dad. See ya then." I replied before going over to the door and openin' it for him. Without a word he walked out the door and onto the porch. Quickly, I slammed the door shut.

I wanted to be alone right now since I was reelin' over what I found out 'bout Jessa. Oh god, why did she have to be wit' Tolbert for? Why? She was havin' my kid, she didn't need him. In a frustrated fit of rage, I kicked and punched my front door while lettin' pained screams of anguish out into the air. When my kicks and punches faltered, I turned around and leaned my beck against the door. I ran my fingers thru my hair only to clutch it and let out another pained scream. How could this be happenin' to me? How could Jessa do to me what my mom did to my dad? Jessa knew I loved her and wanted her back, how could she be shackin' up with Tolbert for? Dear god, did he convince her that I wouldn't want her or the baby? Fuck, he must've told her some sugar-coated lie to get her to agree to let him play the part of her baby's daddy. I let go of my golden-brown hair and let my hands fall from it. My hands fell to my side as my shoulders shook. In one swift motion my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the floor in misery.

Allie POV:

When Cap drove our wagon by Shaw's newly built livery building at the edge of town on our way to church, I had a sudden memory. A memory of when I'd seen that building before…

*Start Of Memory*

Mate Creek, WV, November 2018

Mr. Sullivan was leading our class down the street of Historic Mate Creek. Yea, Main Street was considered the Historic District and still had the same buildings and what not from the 1800s. Everything was preserved and protected by the historic society of Logan County. I was near the end of the class line and Jessa was next to me. She was taking everything in like a sponge. She was giddy to be going to see Wall Hatfield's Justice Of The Peace office along with the old historic courthouse that the famous pig trial was held at. I wasn't overly excited to see this stuff, but hey it was a field trip so of course I was gonna see it.

As I walked by a big wooden building some shady tall guy in a faded Stetson spit some tobacco out onto the wooden sidewalk (yea historic district really kept up with the 19th century feel) and looked at me. "Hey, I know all ya tourists can't wait t'see Wall's office and the ol' courthouse, but ya know this 'ere livery's pretty historical too."

I should've ignored the guy and kept walking with my class, but I didn't. Instead I stopped and asked him, "How so?"

"S.E.'s Livery's been in my family for 139 years. Family owned and op'rated." The guy, who looked an awful lot like Elliot Grey from the Fifty Shades Trilogy, told me in a matter-o-fact tone.

"Okay, so?"

"So, the real historic part's bout the man that founded it."

"Why, what'd he do?" Wait, do I even want to know what he did? Well, too late now since I already asked.

"Kill a man and marry his woman." Elliot Grey's clone told me in a very nonchalant tone before spitting some more tobacco juice out onto the wooden sidewalk.

"So, what's so special 'bout that?" Didn't that shit happen a lot in 1800s West Virginia? I mean hillbillies were nuts back then and the ratio of men to women wasn't very good either.

Pointing in the direction Kentucky was in, he said, "She was a feud widow from 'cross the Tug."

"What, your great-whatever-grandpa got with a feud widow after making her one? That's crazy." So crazy that it never even made it into the history books. Seems like Roseanna and Johnse weren't the only other star-crossed lovers during the feud.

"Eh, from the stories I heard he was crazy. Helluva horse tamer tho." The man shrugged, a thin smirk crossing over his angular face.

"Thanks for the history lesson, but I gotta go before I lose my class."I told the guy before he could get a chance to start telling me any of the stories he knew about his great-whatever-grandpa the crazy horse tamer.

"Yea." The man nodded before telling me, "Enjoy your field trip here in Mate Creek, home of the Hatfields."

"I will." I simply told the man before running off to rejoin my class.

*End Of Memory*

"S.E. Livery is Shaw's business?" I asked my husband, secretly afraid of the answer he'd give me.

"Yep." Popped Cap's tongue as he nodded his black Stetson covered head. Oh my god! Oh my god, he's gonna cause problems with Tolbert about Jessa… Before I could voice my opinion to my husband, he turned to me and said, "He's already takin' business 'way from Ole Harry over in Pikeville. For an upstart he sure does know what he's doin' when it comes t'livestock."

"Oh…" I sighed out as my mind was spinning with the revelation my memory had bestowed on me. As we got closer to the church, passing by all the town's buildings, I bluntly told me husband, "Shaw's got a means to support Jessa and the baby; he's going to so something to get Tolbert out of the way so he can have his family."

"Allie, I know why you're sayin' that, but there ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it."

"Cap-" I began to protest only to be cut off by my husband's deep timbre curtly telling me, "If it happens, it happens and it's on him. I ain't gonna be babysittin' him all the time to try and keep him from doin' somethin' stupid."

"But him doing something stupid'll make this feud worse."

"Darlin', I don't think this feud can get worse. Everybody hates everybody already as it is."

No, this feud's going to get worse, but the catch is will it go the way the history books write it or will history be drastically rewritten? God, now I have to tell Sully what I know and hope that he can reign in his son.

I didn't say a word to my husband, just nodded my head as he pulled our wagon to a stop by the church. Silently, he got out of the wagon and then helped me down. Holding hands, we walked up to the church and entered the building. Quickly, we spotted Shaw, Sully, and Jim Vance on the second-row pews while my brother Abel was next to Johnse on the third row, next to a brood of children (that included Shaw's siblings in the mix). Cap didn't say a word, just led us over to them so we could take a seat.

"Cap, sit here next t'me." Uncle told my husband as we stopped at the second row of pews.

Shaw and Sully stood up and scooted out into the aisle so that me and Cap could slide into the pew, but of course Jim didn't get out. Nope, the crochety mountain man just remained seated. I felt like I was dealing with climbing over somebody in a packed movie theatre as I stepped over my uncle-in-law's legs in order to take my seat. Cap, with his long legs, didn't struggle as much as I did to step over Jim's fat legs to take his seat next to him.

Sully just shook his head at his uncle before sliding back into the pew next to him. Uncle Jim had no shame tho, just shrugged off his nephew's disapproving stare. Shaw sat back into his aisle seat only to randomly look over his shoulder every so often. Oh god, he was keeping a lookout for Jessa and Tolbert (who weren't in church yet even tho the rest of the McCoys were). Not good.

"So, how ya doin'?" Jim asked me, most likely wantin' to make sure his new nephew wasn't givin' me any problems in the womb.

"I'm doin' good, Jim." I answered with a slight smile.

Sully lookedat Jim, only to scold him in a harsh low tone, "Jim, hush and sing the hymns. We can socialize later at the head house."

"Hell, I ain't much of a singer." Jim's coarse timbre scoffed. Letting out a deep sigh, he looked at Sully and asked, "Remind me why I'm here 'gain."

"Dad thinks you need to endure Reverend Garrett's extreme Easter sermon since you haven't heard it in 30-years." Shaw deadpanned flatly before turning his head slightly to check on the door for the hundredth time.

"Ah…that's right…after 30-years I needed to get back into this shithole." The large ornery mountain man let out in a long cracking scoff.

"Yea, wouldn't want ya endin' up in the hot country." Cap sarcastically told Uncle Jim while biting back a chuckle.

Sully narrowed his eyes at my husband while chastising his behavior with the firm remark of, "Cap, don't talk 'bout our uncle goin' to hell while we're sittin' in church. Ain't right."

"Hell, Sully, when did ya become holier than thou an' able t'judge us. You're a sinner too." Uncle Jim raged the teacher with a loud chuckle tied into his timbre.

Before Sully could make a retort, the large double doors of the church banged open causing Shaw to whip his head around to see who walked in. Of course, Jessa and Tolbert entered the church and she was pregnant, very pregnant. It was obvious that she was roughly 5-months along by how round her belly looked.

Shaw quickly bolted from his seat, before Sully even had a chance to reign him in, and marched over to the common law couple while shouting, "What the fuck's this shit?!" Talk about déjà vu….

"Move outta our way, ya shifty bastard." Tolbert ordered Shaw while puffing his chest out like a peacock preparing for a fight.

Ignoring Tolbert, Shaw looked at Jess while telling her, "Jessa, come with me. We need to talk."

"Ain't nothin' to talk wit' my wife 'bout. Leave us be."

"You shut up, McCoy." Shaw spat out. A devious look crossed over his face before he mocked Tolbert with the blunt truth of, "She ain't even your real wife. Hell, we both know who put that bun in the oven too."

Suddenly Tolbert just hauled off and punched Shaw, causing Jessa to jump back with a shocked look on her face while Shaw retaliated by throwing a punch of his own.

"Damnit!" Sully cursed, jumping to his feet.

"Don't curse in church, Sully. Might get yourself struck by lightning." Cap told Sully in a smartass tone as the middle-aged man rushed to the back of the room to break up the fight between his son and the crazy McCoy.

Sully POV:

Sweet Jesus, I'm so embarrassed right now. My son's fightin' in church. He's goin' straight to hell without the peach basket for this stunt of his. I ran over to break up the fight while everyone else in the building just watched Shaw and Tolbert duke it out. Hell, Jessa looked so conflicted as she stood off to the side watching two men fight over her knocked up ass. "Stop it! Stop it, please!" She begged, sounding a bit mortified.

"That's enough Shaw Hector!" I roared at my son, grabbing him by the collar and yankin' him away from Tolbert.

Tolbert gave me a hatful look as his wiped his bloody nose off with the back of his hand. Jessa had a hand on her round belly as her eyes fell to a random spot on the floor. The girl looked so shaken up by the entire incident.

Shaw bucked like a wild bronco, trying to break out of my hold, as he growled, "Let me fuckin' go, dad. I'm gonna kill this woman stealin' prick!"

"Calm down, son-" I began to say only for Shaw to break free from my hold on him and tackle Tolbert to the ground while screaming at the top of his lungs, "I'm gonna kill you!" Oh shit… Shaw wrapped his hands tightly round Tolbert's neck, choking him as he spat in a low growl, "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you for turnin' her 'gainst me!"

"Shaw, stop, please." I heard Jessa beg, fear heavy in her crackin' voice, as I struggled to pull my son off of Tolbert. Dear god, he was like dog with a bone…

"Damn, first time in 30-years I come t'church an' Shaw's snappin' Tolbert like a chicken neck. We should come 'ere more often." Uncle Jim loudly chuckled.

"There will not be a murder in the house of the lord." Reverend Garrett's voice echoed from just over my shoulder. Hell, I didn't even hear him approach. Reckon I'm too concerned with trying to pull my stubborn as a mule boy off Tolbert tho. "Stop this at once, in the name of the lord!" Reverend Garret ordered while whackin' Shaw on the head with his bible.

Well, that made Shaw stop strangling Tolbert, but only cause he was too busy trying to knock the bible out of the preacher's hand so he wouldn't get smacked anymore. I took Shaw's preoccupied state of mind to pull him off Tolbert and yank him to stand. Lookin' at the reverend, while keepin' a firm grip on my son, I told him, "I apologize for my boy's outburst" As Tolbert stood up , without any help from Jessa since he batted her offered hand away, I told Reverend Garrett, "We'll be leavin' now." The reverend just nodded his head while giving my son a hard look full of judgement. "Come on, Rocky, let's go." I hissed lowly in my son's ear before roughly pullin' him out of the door.

Shoving my son against the whitewashed side of the church I angrily asked, "What the hell was that in there, Shaw Hector? Huh?"

"What'd it look like, Sully? I was fightin' for my girl."

"Dear lord, are you stupid? You can't do shit like that in church."

"I didn't even start the fight, I was just finishin' it." Shaw smugly said, cocking his head to the side with a bit of an attitude. Hitching his thumb over his shoulder he told me, "If you want to hand out a don't fight in church lecture give it to that woman stealin' McCoy sittin' inside."

Before I could say a word, the church doors banged open followed by Uncle Jim's crochety voice blurting out, "Good job in there, Shaw."

"Thanks, Uncle Jim." Shaw smirked before adding in, "At least you're not upset 'bout me kickin' Tolbert's ass."

"Shaw…" I cut him a look, warning him to shut up.

Uncle Jim walked over to us while saying, "Sully, don't berate the boy for knockin' that McCoy down a few pegs."

Of course, Jim was going to side with Shaw. I just shook my head before stalkin' off, leaving brash and brasher by the side of the church to revel in tales of beatin' up McCoys, and heading back inside of the church.

Shaw POV:

"Your pappy beat the shit out of Peter back when him and your mama were courtin' cause the butcher wouldn't stop bringin' over extra an' free soup bones to Peggy's house." Uncle Jim told me, leaning against the church wall next to me while taking his flask out of his pocket. "Sully's a do as I say not as I do type, but he got into it more then once with Peter over your mama." He told me, uncorking his flask and taking a long sip from it. Passin' me over the whiskey, I told me, "Don't pay him any mind. Ya wanna fight for your woman and unborn baby then ya do it."

Taking the flask from him, I raised a brow and asked, "So you figured it out then?"

"Mhm. Miss Jessa's the same size as Allie; she was with you 'fore the McCoy so it's common sense her baby's yours." He told me as I took a long swig from the flask of whiskey. As I passed him back the flask, he shook his head while making the remark of, "Tolbert said somethin' to her to make her settle wit' him. Most likely some horrible lie t'keep her under his thumb."

"Got any advice, Uncle Jim?" I asked as he took a swig from his flask.

Pointin' his flask at me, he nodded and chuckled out, "Yea, shoot that lil wet turd chaffin' prick 'tween the eyes."

Snatching the flask out of my uncle's meaty hand, I smirked, "I'll keep that in mind."

He just nodded his black hat covered head at me while I took a sip of whiskey. We fell into a silent commandry as we leaned against the church building, passing a flask back and forth as we waited for the Easter service to end.

AN:

It's official, Shaw is the drama king of the Hatfield family. Everywhere he goes chaos ensues as he stirs the pot. Sully, yea he's totally freaked out that his son's putting fuel on the feud fire. Poor Tolbert and Jessa, they just can't go to a holiday church service without getting attacked huh?...