Hell Bent for Leather
Prologue: The Journey
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Young Guns or Young Guns II, but feel that I should!
I'm starting this story off a little different from the movie. Hell, WAY different from the better…BETTER than the movie! LOL!
Well…you decide! Please remember to review!
When we get back to Jessie and Billy, it's 1879. Jessica Tunstall, the "Sweetheart Shooter" is still riding with William H. Bonney, also known as Billy the Kid.
Jessie killed Lawrence Murphy back in Lincoln with a single bullet to the head, ending his miserable, cantankerous existence; and the Santa Fe Ring was broken, much to her and Billy's delight.
Jessie, now eighteen; is older, tougher and wiser. She wishes for a normal life, and is growing tired of Billy's point of view and antics. As their popularity continues to grow, so does Billy's head, and not for the better.
Much to her frustration, Jessie cannot quell her love for Billy. He has a hold on her…a spell it seems…she cannot say no to him…no matter how much she wants to. But as is the order of the universe; all things are subject to change…
The story of Jessica Tunstall and Billy the Kid continues…
Hey guys! I'm backkkk…… (Enter dramatic music here…something in D minor!)
Hope you like this story! It's going to be a lot longer than "Promises and Dreams" I can tell ya that! Actually, two stories in one! Please remember to review! Thanks!
Oh…by the way: New Mexico wasn't made a part of the United States until 1912! Did you know that?
Special thanks to Sue, my beta, and Tom, my MUSE! Thanks, guys!
Hackney, London, England
Early June 1940
I sighed, as I finally finished packing my suitcases, and dragged them over to the front door. I'm doing it! I'm finally going to America!
I have one more term to complete before I graduate from Oxford University. During this long summer leave, I decided to go to the States, to visit a special family member located in New Mexico.
"Why go to New Mexico?" My flat mate, Gwendolyn asked, as she helped me pack. "I would want to go to Hollywood, New York, even Chicago!"
"I have family there." I explained with a smile, remembering my childhood.
It was a cloudy day and the sky threatening rain, as I sat on the porch, waiting for the post to arrive. Mr. Makelroy arrived promptly at 10:00 am to deliver the post daily…and today was no different.
I remember Mr. Makelroy's handlebar mustache and his large grimacing smile underneath. "Good mornin', Miss Aubrey! I have a letter for your mummy from the States!" He held out a generously stamped letter with his ham like fist. He held it just over my head, out of reach, as I jumped for it…like a circus poodle, jumping for a treat.
"Give it to me!" I declared. "It's from my Aunite Jessica!"
Laughingly, Mr. Makelroy handed it to me, and swatted me on the bottom, as I ran towards my Mother in the garden.
"Mummy! Mummy! The post has arrived! And you'll never guess who it's from!"
"Your Auntie Jessica, I presume?" Mummy had laughed, standing up from tending her roses and taking the letter from me. "Shall I read it to you now?" She smiled at me, as I sat on the ground, eagerly awaiting her to read the letter.
"Oh, yes…please do, Mummy!" I squealed happily, as Mother laughed once again, sitting on the little white bench, and opening the letter.
I thought Auntie Jessica's letters were always filled with excitement and adventure. Her words always seemed to overwhelm and capture me all at the same time. What a wonderful place, this New Mexico must be! A land of Enchantment, indeed! From that moment on, it would be my life's ambition, to see this wondrous place firsthand. It would to be my destiny.
"Immediate family?" Gwen inquired, snapping me back to reality.
"Well, related only by marriage. My Auntie is really a Great Aunt, my Grandmother's cousin. Perhaps you heard of her…Jessica Tunstall?"
"The Sweetheart Shooter! But of course I've heard of her!" She exclaimed with wonder. "She rode with Billy the Kid, did she not? I thought she was deceased."
"No, she's still alive!" I laughed at her shocked expression. "Mother took a holiday to see her two years ago. She's seventy-eight now, but according to Mother, she still looks like a young fifty-five."
"Bloody hell…I can't believe she's related to you!" Gwen laughed, shaking her head. "No wonder why you did your thesis on her! Jessica Tunstall is one of the most famous people in the world!"
"Indeed…we correspond often. She's an amazing woman. I haven't seen her since I was ten years old."
"Well, Aubrey, have a splendid time in New Mexico."
"Oh, I shall!" I hugged Gwen. "But I'll be back in time for the start of the next term!"
My heart had swelled with happiness when I had penned a letter to Aunt Jessica, telling her that I was on my way to New Mexico. She sent her reply a few days before I left. 'I can't wait to see you, my dear! My grandson, Cole is living here now, and is about four years older than you. He grew up in Albuquerque, and is one of the finest cowboys here in New Mexico. He'd rather work on my Ranch, than to continue living in the hustle and bustle of a big city. You two will get along splendidly! One of my closest friends is going to pick you up at the train station. Have a safe trip, and I cannot wait to see you again!'
Mr. Clark, the jovial Conductor, who always was able to put a smile on my face with his many antidotes and short history lessons, entered the car, and announced that we would be arriving in Roswell, New Mexico within an hour.
"Looks like your stop's coming up!" He smiled down at me.
I grinned up at him. "Indeed it is, Mr. Clark…and I will be sure to heed your advice, about the green chile."
He laughed and continued to smile. "You only need to taste it once, missy, and you'll be smothering everything with it!"
Mr. Clark had advised me on other Western customs and traditions; along with additional South Western cuisine.
I leaned back in my seat, and closed my eyes. I was exhausted from my long trek here. The rhythm of the train and the wheels on the track were like Braham's Lullaby to me, as I slowly succumb to the hypnotic tempo of the rail.
The sharp steam whistle broke me from my repose, and I found myself breathlessly staring out the window of the train, watching the rugged New Mexico landscape go by. I read my Aunt's letters so many times; the pages were dog-eared and worn. I was fascinated at the rolling hills, pine trees and cedar trees. I spied some golden eagles flying high in the sky, and many elk and other various deer romping in the distance.
Mr. Clark re-entered the car, announcing that we have arrived in Roswell.
Stepping off the train, I felt oddly overdressed in my tan slacks with black sweater and black heels. Everyone else was dressed in more casual apparel, complete with cowboy hats and dusty boots.
I tipped the Porter, who deposited my luggage at my side.
"Miss Loosemore?" I turned around to see an old Mexican man smiling down at me. He was thin, with a weathered face, with his long black and grey hair flowing down from his cowboy hat. He was dressed like everyone else here in the train station, but sported a large pistol in a holster.
"I'm Chavez. Your Aunt sent me here to pick you up." He simply told me, taking my suitcases, and walked towards an old work truck.
"Chavez y Chavez?" I whispered with much interest, staring at the large bowie knife at his side. The same Chavez who worked for John Tunstall…one of the Regulators, who rode with my Aunt and Billy the Kid? Why, this couldn't be him! He looks like a kind, gentle old man, not the legendary outlaw who testified in court with my Aunt and Billy that the Army was to blame for the McSween shoot-out, and the deaths that quickly followed it. Why he looks like he hasn't spent any time at all being incarcerated!
"I will remain Chavez y Chavez until the Spirit Horse finally comes for me!" He laughed, tossing my luggage into the bed of the truck. I got into the passenger side of the truck, awestruck.
"It's a real pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chavez!" I told him with a smile, offering my hand to him, as he entered the truck.
Chavez laughed again, shaking my hand. "You can just call me Chavez." He said, starting the truck, and driving away from the station.
We rode in silence, the radio playing some country music, as Chavez hit the highway heading west. I wondered about my Aunt and Chavez's friendship. I knew that she was involved with Billy the Kid, and the events that happened later on. Aunt Jessica only mentioned Chavez in a few of her letters.
It didn't take long for us to arrive at Aunt Jessica's ranch, located in the outskirts of Tinnie. El Rancho Vida Nu, the New Life Ranch. I could see horses, cattle and various trees and structures for what seemed like miles. I was taken aback by the vastness of this land… the wide open country and how the sky seemed to kiss the land at the very end of this existence. It was simply breathtaking.
Chavez stopped the truck in front of a large adobe and brick style home. There was a wrap around porch in front of the house, with several wooden chairs and tables spread throughout. A least a dozen cats lazed around on the empty chairs. I hopped out of the vehicle, following Chavez to the front door.
As he opened the door, I noticed a grin on his face. "She's here!" He called out, taking is hat off. "Aubrey made it, Jessica!"
I was standing in the front room with Chavez, when I saw my Aunt Jessica walk towards us. She was still a very stunning woman; dressed in denim pants, and a work shirt, complete with cowboy boots. Mother was right! She didn't look a day over fifty-five! Her long black and gray hair was braided down her back. Her skin was tanned and her eyes…those emerald green eyes shone with joy, as she let out a cry, and hugged me. "Aubrey, my dear! You finally made it!"
I laughed as I hugged her back. My Aunt still had a slight English accent, which made me feel like I was back at home. "It's so good to see you again, Auntie!"
We sat on the couch, with Chavez standing by. I told them about my academic plans concerning Oxford University, and that I only have on more term left; before graduating with my Master's Degree in Literature.
"Cole should be back in time for supper." Chavez stated, placing his cowboy hat back on his head. "I'm heading back out." I saw him look over at my Aunt, and his face grew soft. "Is there anything you need?"
Aunt Jessica looked back at him, and wrinkled her nose. "No, I'm fine Chavez. Just…go!" She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.
I heard Chavez mumble under his breath as he left the room. "The longer you dance, the higher the price."
"Son ricos aquellos quienes tienen amigos." She laughed, as Chavez gave her a small smile, and then shut the door behind him. I looked at my Aunt, wondering what she just said. "Those who have friends are rich." She clarified, and then started to cough.
"Are you all right, Aunt Jessica?" I asked her, moving closer to her, my hand on her arm.
"I'm fine dear…I'm just weary…that's all."
I remember Chavez's concerned look in regards to my Aunt. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Bloody hell, Aubrey! I said I was fine! Can't an old woman cough, without being accused of being a malcontent?"
She stood up abruptly and smiled down at me. "Come…I'll show you to your room."
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