Title: Gunpowder and Lead

Artist: Miranda Lambert

Date: May 12, 2009

Summary: Autumn finally gives Billy-Jack what's coming to him.

A/N: This was sent to me by Loopynluvinit a LONG time ago. She mentioned that it sounded like Autumn in an AU. I've thought about it a good deal since and agree with her. So I'm writing this for her. I love to write songfics. I know a number of you have sent me songs to write fics for my pc recently crashed and I lost those lists so resend them if you're still interested and I'll get on it ASAP. I'm babysitting Mon-Fri now and while the baby naps I have time to write. So I have been. You'll be getting another chapter of Bread Crumbs this week. I hope I haven't lost too many of you while on this hiatus. Sorry about that. I've been a little burnt out. Not to mention that this season has been VERY questionable. OK so read and review I'll see you soon.

Autumn stuffed her hands in her pockets as she walked down the white line. It would have been easy to call someone to take her home. It would have been even easier to accept the ride from the officer. But she needed time to think. She needed time to put together a plan. She was at the end of her rope. Her mouth was too sore to speak. Fat bloodied lip protruded from her face enough that when she looked down her nose she could see the red rim. She ran her tongue over it wincing. The rest of her injuries wouldn't ever be seen by the public. They were hidden under long sleeves and bluejeans, despite the 98 degree heat and the humidity that made the air thick enough to cut. Billy-Jack had hit her for the last time. Athena should never have to come home from school to find her held up against a wall by her throat. She shouldn't have to call the cops to get their foster brother to back off. It wasn't right and that girl had been through too much. No matter what Autumn's most important job was to protect her sister. So she walked on. She plotted and planned and each step toward her home brought her one step closer to the scene of her first real crime.

County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' me
I've got two miles till, he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead
Billy-Jack's mother raced down and bailed him out as soon as Autumn walked in the door without him. He came home and cozied right up to her. Like a scolded puppy he nuzzled against her whimpering apologize and begging her to forgive him one last time. He hadn't meant it. It was her fault anyway. She knew what he wanted how he liked things. She was always going out of her way to upset him. She let him play his role and acted right along. After a couple of six packs she let him pour his self in his pick-up and hopped in the cab beside him. She slid over the seat kissing his neck and whispering in his ear as they sped down the road. She'd carefully tucked her shotgun in the bed of the truck with the blankets and his damned beer. Down this road and that. Twisting and turning. Finally they reached his final destination, an abandon farm on the county line. He pulled her against him kissing her passionately despite the pain it caused her. Tears fell silently down her cheeks. She knew better than to make a sound. She was just minding her tongue and biding her time. Soon it would all be over.
Well it's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, gravel flies
He don't know what's waitin' here this time

Hey I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

“Babydoll, why don't you climb up there and get us that ole blanket and a couple of beers?” Billy-Jack asked her in a sugary sweet voice that made her skin crawl.

“Sure, B-Jeers.” she nodded climbing up in the bed. He didn't stay and wait on her. He started out for that ramshackle barn . Instead of letting the thoughts of his typical barn manners make her cringe and drag her feet she turned them against him. She wrapped the gun carefully in the blanket after loading and cocking it. There would be no going back. This was the end of it. She was done and tired. Autumn let down her hair and checked her carefully applied make-up in the side mirrors. She was completely aware she looked like a wild woman as she crept up into the barn. He was up in the loft and jumped when she padded up behind him. “Baby?” She asked gently.

“Hey, darlin'.” He smiled ear to ear thinking he was getting laid tonight. He turned toward her and his eyes went wide seeing what she was pointing at him. “Autumn, you don't want to do this.”

“I think I do.” She told him.

“Autty, I said I was sorry.” He some how managed to sound like a whinny three-year-old. She was fed up. She knew if she didn't do it now she'd back out any way. So she smirked and winked at him.

“This time baby, I call the shots.” She pulled the trigger. The kick made her sore arm throb. Billy-Jack stared at her his arms still hung limp at his sides. THUD His knees hit the wooden planks. A slight gasp escaped his lips and he fell to the side. Gravity rolled him onto his back and cold, blank eyes stared up at her. She knelt beside him and kissed him gently. “I wish you'd just behaved, Babydoll. You know I hate to have to hurt you.” She whispered the line she'd heard him utter so many times.
His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger

I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and,
Gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead, yeah

“Hey!” Autumn jumped. Her knees bashed against the desk and she looked around wide eyed, a page from the newspaper she'd been reading when she fell asleep stuck to her face. The pages were wet with drool. She spotted the the person who had ruined her delicious dream and groaned.

“Darcy.” The tiny brunet beamed kicking her legs as if she thought the desk would move like a swing.

“Have I ever told you how screwed up your head is?” She questioned.

“No, not recently.” Autumn told her peeling the new paper off her face. “What do you want?”

“To save you some embarrassment. Willy was just gonna leave you in here like this. But I have a heart. I thought I'd come wake you up. But I did get a few good black mail pictures first.” She grinned hopping off the table. “Napping in the library isn't all that wise Babydoll.” Darcy teased before darting off. She knew if Autumn caught her she'd beat the tar right out of her.