I DO NOT OWN HATFIELDS AND MCCOYS. SHOUTOUT TO PHOWARD FOR THEIR SUPPORT. THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE BASED ON MYSELF AND FRIENDS FROM MY COLLEGE DAYS.
FACE CLAIMS
STANLEY KAHL- DYLAN MINNETTE
CLAY AUSTIN- MILES TELLER
NELSON BRYANT- JOE KEERY
Tug River Valley, Kentucky. February 8, 2018.
Stanley Kahl listened to the pitter patter of the rain on the massive tent that he lay in. He was sharing the tent with 2 of his housemates from college: Clay Austin and Nelson Bryant. They were all students at the University of Louisville. They had recently started spring semester and since the snow had all melted, Nelson had suggested that they take a camping trip. The others had agreed and Stanley suggested that they camp near the Tug Rive; on account of his being a history buff. He'd done a research paper on the Hatfield-McCoy feud and knew almost everything about it.
"This is bullshit, we drive over 3 hours out to this dump and we can't even make any fucking s'mores cause it's raining." Clay said in a pissy tone of voice. All 3 dudes were laying on their sleeping bags and in their pajamas; except for Nelson who was only wearing a pair of boxer underwear.
"Dude, we're going to be here for 2 more days. We can have s'mores tomorrow. How about you calm down?" Nelson replied as he knew that Clay could be a real pain in the ass when shit didn't go his way; and shit tended to go his way very rarely.
"How about you lick my balls?" Clay snapped back as he took a bottle of Oxycontin out of his pocket and popped one into his mouth. Nelson heaved a sigh as he watched Clay popping pills. He knew that Oxy was dubious as Hell, but it was hard to call his best friend out when he had legit medical needs.
"I'm going to take a walk." Stanley replied as he put on his windbreaker.
"You sure you want to go out in the rain, bro?" Clay asked as he laid back and stretched out on his sleeping bag.
"Yeah, the rain isn't nearly as bad as it was an hour ago." Stanley insisted as he slowly unzipped the tent and crawled out of it. Stanley held his hand out to feel the raindrops as he took a few steps away from the tent. He had looked forward to this camping trip for a while now, but it was hard for him to enjoy himself whenever Nelson and Clay got into a scrap.
It was always over some stupid shit: they were both lusting after some chick, or Nelson was fed up with Clay's freeloading, or more often than not, Clay using Oxy. They would fight and bitch and not talk to each other for a few days, leaving Stanley to play peacemaker. He was honestly surprised that the 2 of them had been friends since the days of diapers. Their arguments seemed to be more frequent and more intense in the past year.
Stanley shook his head as he continued walking around the campsite. The ground had gotten soggy as shit and the water started to get in his shoes; which he despised. His eyes wandered over the drizzled landscape and they stopped hard when he spotted what appeared to be 2 bodies; laying face down on the edge of the Tug River.
"Oh shit..." he muttered as he slowly made his way over to the bodies. One was a man and the other, a woman. They were both blonde and seriously good looking. Stanley knelt down and felt both of their necks for a heartbeat. Thankfully, they were both still alive. He quickly ran back to the tent where he found Nelson and Clay napping.
"Wake up you guys!" Stanley exclaimed as he began shaking both of his house mates awake. Their reactions told him that they were none too pleased at being roused from their short lived slumber.
"What dude...we're fucking sleeping in this bitch." Clay griped as he rubbed his eyes.
"I found a couple of people in the edge of the Tug, looks like they got almost drowned or some shit!" Stanley explained as Nelson got up.
"We got to see what's up man." Nelson agreed as he put on a shirt and some shorts. Clay dropped some swears under his breath as he put some shoes on and followed Nelson and Stanley out into the drizzly night. Stanley led them over to the spot where he had found the blonde couple.
"Damn, they look like a couple of drowned rats!" Nelson exclaimed as he let out a whistle.
"They're still alive, help me get their asses to the tent." Stanley pleaded as he went for the woman and with effort, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.
"We don't even know these people, can't we just leave them?" Nelson asked hopefully.
"And have our consciences make us feel like shit?" Clay griped as he worked with Nelson to lift up the man.
"Just a suggestion." Nelson said innocently as the 3 managed to get the couple back to the tent. As they tried to dry off the strangers, it was clear that they needed dryness and warmth.
"We need to get back to Louisville." Clay decided while Nelson and Stanley tried dry the 2 off as best they could.
"And end the camping trip early?" Nelson asked in disappointment.
"It would be easier to take care of them and figure out where the Hell they came from back home." Stanley agreed as he personally didn't want to spend another 2 days and nights in a soaked tent out in the middle of nowhere; historical significance or not.
"Fine." Nelson groaned as the college guys set themselves to taking down the tent, loading it, their supplies, and the strangers into Stanley's yellow truck, and then making the over 3 hour drive back to Louisville.
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