Mistake

Mick puts his arm around Rosetta, content, and no longer resisting. He had chosen a direction at the cross roads, and was unwilling to turn back now. “Hi. Nice weather we’re having. I was gonna come out and see if you needed help in the barn, but when I looked over there, you were already finishing up.”

Clint nods. “Yep…Wes has a few things lined up for me today. At least I’ll be in out of the rain. What are you up to today?”

Cindy looks down, trying to hide the fact that tears are lurking behind her eyes. “I…it’s just…” As a tear escapes, she turns. “I’m sorry…” Quickly heading for the door, she puts a hand to her face in the hopes that no one will see anything is wrong. Donning her jacket, she slips out the back door, to lean against he outside wall, just letting the rain come down on her to hide her misery.


Jason’s eyes hold a dead ire like burning coals as Katie pins him against the wall. Wild emotions rush at him at once as a title wave, engulfing his soul. Horror for what he almost did, anger for Katie’s words, and hurt for the entire situation. Too stunned to react immediately, he receives her threat, letting it bounce off of him for now, in an attempt to avoid further pain.

Con steps forward as Katie takes Jason on, and withholds for just a moment, seeing that Jason has backed off, allowing Katie the upper hand.

When Katie releases her hold, Jason stares her in the eye a million thoughts racing through his mind. Seeing her backing off, he takes several steps toward her, not about ready to let her get away without allowing him to speak his own mind.

Con, however, has seen enough, and takes one step to place himself between them. He glares at Jason with a warning. “Stop right there.”

“Let me go Con,” Jason hisses. “This is my battle.”

“Not any more it’s not.” Con squares his shoulders. “You take your anger out on Katie, you’ve got me to contend with.”

Jason rolls his eyes in distaste. “What are you now? HER bodyguard?”

Gritting his teeth, Con grabs Jason’s collar with one hand, and gestures with the other. “I’m THIS close to knocking your block off for your behavior. DON’T push it.”

“Just try,” Jason shoots back, his eyes daring Con to do it.

Con thinks for a moment, then lets Jason go. “No.”

Jason’s emotions are running rampant, his adrenaline giving him an energy surge that has to be released. Instead of letting Con go and letting the situation resolve itself, Jason gives Con’s jaw a quick uppercut, sending him staggering backward.

Almost falling off the porch, Con puts a hand to his jaw, his eyes wide with disbelief that Jason had just struck him, and was in his right mind. Now with a new anger, Con steps back up, throwing a jab to Jason’s stomach, and kicking his foot out from under him.

Flipped backwards, Jason stumbles off the porch into the mud and pouring rain. He cries out in pain as his knee is twisted, but Con isn’t finished yet. Ignoring the several faces that are now at the window, he picks Jason back up, only to receive a fist to the mouth and another to the ribs.

Both men go down, fists and mud flying.