Where'd You get that little lady?

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I smirked as I walked though the dirty and dusty Labelle streets, kicking the dirt along with my heeled boots, fiddling with the briad of my hair, in my long white dress watching as the ladies saw me and began to come out there houses watching me and seeing what I had with me, I stood in front of the Labelle bar hearing music from within, I grabbed my bright red lipstick from my pocket fixing my lips a moment before I grabbed my gun from the holster on my hip and shot one of the windows causing the music to silence from within. Suddenly the Mining security men rushed out of the Bar I smirked blowing the smoke playfully away from the barrel of the gun making sure they all saw me.

"Relax" The head of security said stopping his men from drawing there guns on me "It's just a little girly"

"she's got a gun boss" one said

"I see that, Hello little lady" He smiled down at me 

"Hi" I smiled 

"You're that Miss Y/l/n aren't ya?"

"I am"

"Now what's a fine lovely lady like yourself doing with something... like that?" He asked pointing to my gun

"I needed it for something" I smirked returning it to my holster 

"Did ya now?" He smiled "Well you should know full well we have outlawed those in this... pretty little town of yours"

"I did, But I still needed it"

"For what May I ask?"

"For Running your sorry fucking asses outta town" I answered as sweetly as I could 

"Well thats no way for a pretty thing like you to talk?" One smirked to me and I drew my gun shooting his ankle "AAAAHHH!! Fucking Bitch Shot me!" 

"I'll give you till sundown to get the hell out of Labelle with your tails neatly tucked between your legs before I shoot all your little peckers off" 

"Little lady, Quicksilver mining Owns Labelle now" he smirked to me

"You never did, and never will. Now scat before you're men get alot worse then a bullet in the ankle"

"You aint' got the balls darling"

"Haven't I?" I smirked "Maybe you don't need balls, " I smirked getting another of his men in the knee 

"AAAHHHH BOSS!" He yelled in pain holding himself 

"Maybe Guns works better with a pair of tits"

"Get out of Labelle, Leave these ladies alone. return the sherrif's office to its rightful owners or I'm shooting your fucking dick off" 

"Where'd you get that little lady? Much less learn to use it?" He asked 

"Lets just say... there are perks to fucking the deputy" I smirked "Now scram. Or I'll run you outta here myself" I smirked 

"I'll give ya to the count off three to drop the gun little lady"

"and I give you to the count of three to get on your horse before I shoot your dick off" 

"One.." he warned

"Two" I smirked back 

"Thr-" He began before I shot him in the crotch "AAAHHHHHHH! YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

"Anyone else wanna loose there favourite toy?" I warn and there was silence "Good. Now I think gentlemen that is your cue. To run away" I smiled I didn't even need to move my gun as the ones who could run did helping the injured men to there horses quickly riding out of Labelle, The ladies went wild excitedly and happily I smirked blowing the smoke off my gun giving the barrel a gentle kiss leaving my lipstick around it 

"Y/n! How the hell did you do that?" Maggie asks

"What? what do you think me and whitey where doing down by the river?" I laughed 

"You know what I thought" she smirked 

"Well we did that too" I winked "Better go give him it back, tell him he got his job back" 

"where is whitey anyway?"

"Passed out around my place, How do you think I separated that boy from his gun?"

"How did ya get whitey's gun away from him?" Kallie asks 

"Well easier way honestly to separate whitey from his gun his honestly just separate him from everything south of the waist" I smirked "And honestly with whitey it's pretty easy to get him to separate himself from the waist south. All I have to do is offer a... little sugar and I have access to his gun" I smirked "I rather like it" I smiled "I think I might keep it" I smirked heading back to my house seeing whitey still fast asleep bundled up in my bed his pants on the floor, his other gun belt over my bedpost, his  shirt thrown over the chair of my dining table, his brown jacket hung on the hook by the door, his jumper across the floor. his skinny body bundled up in the covers his face against the pillow his hair matted and messy, his face in a peaceful look of rest across his face, his mouth open slightly gently snoring and drooling on the pillow. I smiled going over sitting on the bed gently petting his hair making him stir "Good morning" I smiled as he began to wake up

"Uummm... Good mornin' darlin'" he yawns sitting up stretching his arm and scratching his head "what time is it?"

"Time for you to go to work whitey"

"Work? Y/n I'm not-" he began but I gave his lips a kiss 

"You have your job back whitey" I smiled 

"I- what did ya do?" He asked looking at me and noticing his gun around my hip "Where'd ya get that little lady?" He asked 

"never you mind" I smirked giving him a kiss getting up and throwing him his pants "I'm keeping this by the way" I smiled 

"Y/n, what did ya do darlin'?" He asked 

"You'll find out" I smiled going out into Labelle and going to the office to sort and clean the place up and soon enough the door opened to a now full dressed and hatted whitey winn "Hi" I smiled he took off his hat putting it on the hook by the door and his jacket he stepped over and grabbed my waist pulling me tight to his body and kissing my lips, I smiled and kissed him back his facial hair tickling me as he rather passionately kissed me till I pushed his back holding his jumper 

"Marry me?"

"What?" I asked in shock

"I heard, about what ya did. I am not going to lie I'm very mad at ya" he says "I would have liked to be woken up, or at least informed. about ya stealin' my gun darlin', let alone ya runnin' those bastards outta town with it" 

"But?" I giggled

"But, I'm proud of ya darlin'" He smiled giving me a kiss "and I wanna marry my little sharp shootin' little lady" 

"aww whitey" I smiled jumping on him to cuddle him...

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