This fanfiction is
intended for mature readers due to the vivid depiction of a consensual adult
relationship. The setting is First
Season, post-The Preacher. The locations/events in this fanfiction bear
absolutely no resemblance to actual Kansas geographical features or historical
fact. I’m making this stuff up as I go.
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Dempsey McCray slowly raised his hands up as Matt Dillon
held Coy Wills’ borrowed rifle to his back.
“Kitty, wake up!” Matt urgently called and then said roughly to McCray,
“Turn around, you bastard.”
Sapphire-blue eyes opened sleepily and then widened with a
gasp as she caught sight of McCray and then another man leading his horse
through the trees downstream. She hurried
to stand behind Matt, wrapping her arms around his waist as he continued to
point the rifle at both the men.
“Who are you?” Matt demanded. “What’s the idea of sneaking up on a
defenseless woman like that?” he directed at McCray. Matt’s face was thunderous with anger.
“I didn’t mean any harm!” McCray protested. I was just out here with my business associate…” He gestured to the well-dressed, gray-haired
man leading his horse toward them who urgently questioned, “Mr. McCray? Whatever is the matter? I’m sure there must be some sort of
misunderstanding...”
Matt asked over his shoulder, “Kitty, are you alright?”
“Kitty?” The
well-dressed man called out curiously.
“As in Kitty Russell? Kathleen
Russell from Dodge City?” Hepley averted
his eyes politely when he was close enough to realize what was going on. “Oh
my…”
Matt spoke for her.
“Who wants to know?”
“Irving Hepley, Mister…?”
“Marshal. Marshal
Matt Dillon.”
Hepley spoke hurriedly, clutching his hands together and looking
toward the cloudless sky the whole while, “Miss Russell, I do apologize. I am your uncle’s lawyer. When you did not show up, I became
worried. My associate here, Dempsey
McCray, and I just set out this morning looking for you.” He cleared his throat as he continued to gaze
toward the heavens. “It seems we’ve
found you.”
Kitty maintained an embarrassed silence as she peered around
Matt’s arm at the two men. She whispered
to Matt, “Your gun…”
Matt grudgingly lowered the rifle and McCray glanced over
his shoulder quickly to get a good look at Kitty, then his face lit in
recognition.
“Say, I know you, little gal!”
Hepley placed a cautioning hand on McCray’s arm, but he
continued. “How could I forget hair like
that? And those eyes… Yeah, don’t you remember me?”
Kitty’s face burned in humiliation, and Matt quickly
demanded, “Gentlemen, I need you to clear out of here if you don’t mind.” He cast a smoldering glance at McCray. “Now.”
Hepley stuttered, “Of course, Marshal. I apologize for our manners. We’ll head on back to Cimarron now that we’ve
found you. Will you try and catch up?”
“Yeah, Hepley, we’ll meet up with you in a little
while. We can find our way.”
McCray shot one last smirk at Kitty behind the Marshal as he
headed back to his horse, and he and Hepley rode away.
Kitty swore vehemently, “Damn that man!” She waited until they were completely out of
sight before she let Matt loose, grimacing when she realized what a tight grip
she’d had on him. “I didn’t hurt your
side, did I?”
“No, I’m fine,” he grunted.
He was plainly put out.
She tiptoed and stretched her arms around his neck. “Are you ashamed of me, Matt?” she
whispered. “Are you ashamed to be with
me?”
“No, honey,” he said softly.
“You did what you had to do to survive.
This country’s hard on women…” he said as he stroked her smooth back,
gave her a lingering kiss and then sighed, “Get dressed and let’s get on outta
here. Daylight’s a wastin’.”
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“Chin up, Kitty,” Matt muttered under his breath as they
approached Hepley and McCray on horseback.
“Don’t let that son-of-a-bitch get the better of you. If he so much as looks at you cross-eyed,
Kitty, I swear I’ll…”
She looked back at him and quickly kissed his cheek. “You’ll do no such thing, Matt Dillon. I can take care of myself.”
Matt grumbled under his breath as Buck trotted abreast of
the other horses, and he slowed him to a walk.
Hepley smiled, “Ah, I see you made it! Wonderful, we’re nearly to Cimarron.”
Kitty knew she and Matt both looked like a couple of ragamuffins
after their morning ordeal, in their mud-stained, rumpled clothing and tousled
hair, but she held her head high and confidently spoke up, “Mr. Hepley, we ran
into a lot of trouble on the way. We
lost all our belongings and my horse. Marshal
Dillon and I have nothing except the clothes on our backs.”
McCray’s eyes narrowed and she could tell he was about to
make an impolite remark, but Matt stared him down, daring him to open his
mouth. Matt added, “We’ve been through a
rainstorm, a flood, and just today, a mudslide that could’ve killed us
both. We’ve gone through a lot to get
here, Hepley.”
Hepley finally spoke, “Oh my, I had no idea…”
Kitty tucked her long hair behind one ear and continued, “We
need money for new clothes and supplies while we’re here, Mr. Hepley. Do you think you could arrange a cash advance
on my uncle’s estate?”
“Most assuredly, Miss Russell. I would be glad to do that for you. I would have suggested that you wire your
bank for funds, but I have been told that the telegraph wires are actually down
in several locations due to the flooding.
I hope that they will be repaired soon, but one never knows.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hepley.
You’re very kind.” Kitty felt
Matt’s hand squeezing her arm reassuringly.
“We’ll go straight to the bank, Miss Russell, and then you
can either go to the hotel or the mercantile to purchase some supplies.” Hepley bowed his head in her direction. “I’m so sorry that you’ve had such difficulty
on your journey. Mr. McCray and I shall
do our utter best to see that your stay in Cimarron is uneventful.”
McCray’s eyes narrowed at her. “Yeah,” he smiled. “I’ll see to it…”
tbc
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