Catching up on a few Marshal Bill chapters!!
title: Still One Step Behind
author: redrockcan
words: 3 chapters of 300
A/N: I had written these as a longer fic for the battle over at about_time, but wanted to post the chapters as drabbles here as well. Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the betas!! The previous chapter before this can be found here Let Sleeping Marshals Lie.
Bill woke. He stretched out fully; satisfied he’d finally had a good night’s sleep. He wasn’t content for long.
Where was Laura?
He sat up and looked around the empty jailhouse his head still clearing. She was gone. Even worse it looked like he was locked up in his own cell.
Frak!
He got up and went to the door. It was indeed locked and the key was nowhere to be found. He shook his head. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Worse if what he thought was true, she was in danger. He hadn’t even told her that he wanted to help her. He had to find her before Cavil or one of his gang did. If he was right, they already knew she was here and were on their way.
He banged the cell door in frustration. There was a small window in the cell; maybe he could make his way through that. He shook his head at that thought; he’d get stuck for sure. That would draw attention.
There must be some kinda way outa here.
On cue in walked his young baby faced deputy Billy K. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Bill locked in the cell and Miss Rose nowhere in sight.
Billy couldn’t help but smirk, “Must have been an interesting evening for you Marshal.”
“Just help me get out of here deputy.” Bill said impatiently.
Billy took his key and headed over to open the cell and chuckled. “She got you good.”
“I told you she was trouble.” Bill said as he walked by the kid.
“She’ll be at the saloon I reckon.” Billy said.
Bill nodded and headed out. The deputy followed.
Laura Roslin had to be the missing daughter and she was in serious trouble.
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Laura entered the saloon to a cheer. She heard mumbles of “frakkin’ Marshal” and waved as she headed behind the bar to talk to Dee. The girl had been invaluable to her when she came to town and she wanted to say goodbye.
“Everything okay?” Dee asked.
Laura nodded, “Just have clean up. Be right back.”
As she headed upstairs she saw Saul talking to a shorter man in a garish coloured shirt. She could only see him from the back, but he seemed familiar. She took note how Saul’s eyes met hers intensely and he nodded at her.
She got to her room, packed a bag and was ready to go. There wasn’t much to take with her, some clothes, a book or two, the one family photo she had. It was faded but it was her most treasured possession. Hopefully the Marshal was still stewing in the jail.
She would leave the saloon to Dee and Billy K. She knew they loved each other and would take care of the place. Sooner or later they would find the keys and contract she’d left.
She left her bag and returned downstairs to talk to Dee, but before she could make it to the bar, her eye was drawn to the little man in a garish shirt.
Laura’s blood ran cold.
It was Doral. One of Cavil’s gang of five.
Their eyes met and he smiled that sickly smile of his. He started moving toward her. Laura felt panic setting in, but just as he got close to her, a blonde woman grabbed him, pawing at his shirt, ending his pursuit to her.
It was Ellen Tigh.
Laura had never liked the woman, but was certainly happy to see her tonight. She quickly headed upstairs.
She had to leave now!
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Ellen had no shame, wrapping her legs around the man. He squeaked and tried to extricate himself.
“Come on honey; let Miss Ellen take care of you.” She snaked her hands under that horrible shirt pinching and tweaking at his pale clammy skin. Ellen saw Laura heading upstairs to safety.
“What the frak is goin’ on here?” Saul’s voice bellowed out over the bar. He pealed Ellen off of Doral and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Are you movin’ in on my woman? You little frakker!!”
Doral tried to expel a protestation, but whatever it was disappeared into Saul’s fist connecting with his jaw.
All hell broke loose. Chairs were flying, tables were breaking, and bottles were smashing. It was a good old fashioned barroom brawl. Saul knew this fellow was bad news when he started poking around earlier, asking questions about Miss Rose.
Laura made it back upstairs, grabbed her bag and headed out down the back steps. In the nearby stable, her horse Colonial was ready to go. She mounted and headed off into the sunset leaving a trail of dust behind her.
Bill made it through the melee going on in the bar and headed up to Laura’s room.
Damn! He was always one step behind with this woman.
He went to the window. Off in the distance he could see a rider on a chestnut horse, wild red hair flying in the wind.
He knew it was her. He should stay at the bar and help but Billy would take care of that he was sure. He took off his Marshal’s star and left it on the dresser. Billy K would make a good Marshal.
Bill saddled a steed from the stable and headed off after her.
She wouldn’t escape him this time.
author: redrockcan
words: 3 chapters of 300
A/N: I had written these as a longer fic for the battle over at about_time, but wanted to post the chapters as drabbles here as well. Thanks to defyingnormalcy for the betas!! The previous chapter before this can be found here Let Sleeping Marshals Lie.
Bill woke. He stretched out fully; satisfied he’d finally had a good night’s sleep. He wasn’t content for long.
Where was Laura?
He sat up and looked around the empty jailhouse his head still clearing. She was gone. Even worse it looked like he was locked up in his own cell.
Frak!
He got up and went to the door. It was indeed locked and the key was nowhere to be found. He shook his head. This woman was going to be the death of him.
Worse if what he thought was true, she was in danger. He hadn’t even told her that he wanted to help her. He had to find her before Cavil or one of his gang did. If he was right, they already knew she was here and were on their way.
He banged the cell door in frustration. There was a small window in the cell; maybe he could make his way through that. He shook his head at that thought; he’d get stuck for sure. That would draw attention.
There must be some kinda way outa here.
On cue in walked his young baby faced deputy Billy K. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Bill locked in the cell and Miss Rose nowhere in sight.
Billy couldn’t help but smirk, “Must have been an interesting evening for you Marshal.”
“Just help me get out of here deputy.” Bill said impatiently.
Billy took his key and headed over to open the cell and chuckled. “She got you good.”
“I told you she was trouble.” Bill said as he walked by the kid.
“She’ll be at the saloon I reckon.” Billy said.
Bill nodded and headed out. The deputy followed.
Laura Roslin had to be the missing daughter and she was in serious trouble.
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Laura entered the saloon to a cheer. She heard mumbles of “frakkin’ Marshal” and waved as she headed behind the bar to talk to Dee. The girl had been invaluable to her when she came to town and she wanted to say goodbye.
“Everything okay?” Dee asked.
Laura nodded, “Just have clean up. Be right back.”
As she headed upstairs she saw Saul talking to a shorter man in a garish coloured shirt. She could only see him from the back, but he seemed familiar. She took note how Saul’s eyes met hers intensely and he nodded at her.
She got to her room, packed a bag and was ready to go. There wasn’t much to take with her, some clothes, a book or two, the one family photo she had. It was faded but it was her most treasured possession. Hopefully the Marshal was still stewing in the jail.
She would leave the saloon to Dee and Billy K. She knew they loved each other and would take care of the place. Sooner or later they would find the keys and contract she’d left.
She left her bag and returned downstairs to talk to Dee, but before she could make it to the bar, her eye was drawn to the little man in a garish shirt.
Laura’s blood ran cold.
It was Doral. One of Cavil’s gang of five.
Their eyes met and he smiled that sickly smile of his. He started moving toward her. Laura felt panic setting in, but just as he got close to her, a blonde woman grabbed him, pawing at his shirt, ending his pursuit to her.
It was Ellen Tigh.
Laura had never liked the woman, but was certainly happy to see her tonight. She quickly headed upstairs.
She had to leave now!
*************************
Ellen had no shame, wrapping her legs around the man. He squeaked and tried to extricate himself.
“Come on honey; let Miss Ellen take care of you.” She snaked her hands under that horrible shirt pinching and tweaking at his pale clammy skin. Ellen saw Laura heading upstairs to safety.
“What the frak is goin’ on here?” Saul’s voice bellowed out over the bar. He pealed Ellen off of Doral and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Are you movin’ in on my woman? You little frakker!!”
Doral tried to expel a protestation, but whatever it was disappeared into Saul’s fist connecting with his jaw.
All hell broke loose. Chairs were flying, tables were breaking, and bottles were smashing. It was a good old fashioned barroom brawl. Saul knew this fellow was bad news when he started poking around earlier, asking questions about Miss Rose.
Laura made it back upstairs, grabbed her bag and headed out down the back steps. In the nearby stable, her horse Colonial was ready to go. She mounted and headed off into the sunset leaving a trail of dust behind her.
Bill made it through the melee going on in the bar and headed up to Laura’s room.
Damn! He was always one step behind with this woman.
He went to the window. Off in the distance he could see a rider on a chestnut horse, wild red hair flying in the wind.
He knew it was her. He should stay at the bar and help but Billy would take care of that he was sure. He took off his Marshal’s star and left it on the dresser. Billy K would make a good Marshal.
Bill saddled a steed from the stable and headed off after her.
She wouldn’t escape him this time.