Whitey Winn One Shots

cleaning

I smiled so happy to almost be finished with my work, sweeping my little twig broom across my wooden porch, all the while humming a sweet song to myself making sure to hold my dress a little so I wouldn't accidentally sweep it. When suddenly a smell found its way to my nose a scent I unfortunately knew. The horrific stench of hot sweat long allowed to wallow against skin, of unwashed skin, murky sour smelling mud and rotten clothing all of which had been sitting allowed to fester in the boiling new Mexico sun for god only knows how long. 

I couldn't help myself physically retching from the scent as I looked up seeing whitey Winn having arrived from his shift in the sheriff's office

"Mornin' Darlin"

"You know the rule whitey." I demanded using my broom to push his shoulder gently "six feet before whatever you got starts getting communicable"

"It ain't that bad!"

"When did you last bathe?"

For a moment he was puzzled leaning his hands on his gun belts "uuhhh few days ago?" He says not completely confident in his answer

"Why is that something you don't remember?"

"Busy" he shrugs

"You off from the office then?"

"Bills back, so he gave me a couple days off"

"Lovely, if you have a spare moment perhaps you could get started on the advanced Orwellian civilization growing in the old bowls and unwashed sheets inside that house of yours"

"it ain't that bad y/n"

"Really? cause I'm pretty sure I saw them britches of yours crawling out the front door trying to make a go of it themselves the other day" 

"Well maybe I need a hand from an expert" he smirked

"Oh because its a biohazard."

"No. maybe I just don't know where to start and need help of a good clean lady" He smiled 

"Maybe?"

"Maybe"

"On one condition"

"Agreed" He smirked 

"You don't know the condition?"

"I know ya. I know what it is. See you in a bit Darlin" he smiled blowing me a kiss and heading off towards his house.

I sighed and finished up cleaning up my house gathering up enough cleaning supplies to clean the whole mine. Gathering it all up as well as a cloth mask and some heavy duty gloves heading out my little house, and I saw Maggie on her porch 

"Hey y/n? ... there an outbreak of small pox?"

"No, Whitey is allowing me to clean"

"Ohh. Thank god. but you might be better just burn it down." 

"Well I'm gonna try" I nodded 

"Good luck" she says 

I headed towards the house immediately noticing the smell, the layer of dust and grime across every surface, the clothes and trash littered the floor, bowls and dishes across every surface and most of them where growing mould and such horrors. I think it would be easier to burn the place down. Whitey sat on his bed kicking off his boots and pulling off his sweaty dirty socks, he leant back on his arms and smiled at me "Hi darlin'" he cooes 

I physically wrenched and set my supplies down I grabbed a bucket filling it to the brim with water and taking it over setting it on the floor in front of him