#villy

She hummed to herself, grabbing a mug and lightly dunking it into the tub of water before beginning to down it after pulling her bandanna down enough to let her drink the heavenly liquid that trickled its way down her throat.

Meanwhile, Billy was helpin', the other cowboys bring the cattle back and lock them in their pen. He was thinkin' back to last night about Alice and how nice she felt against him. He was hopin' to see her again, wanting to introduce her to Violet. Then he heard it.

The blood-curtling horrified womanly scream that no pre-pubescent boy could ever imitate. He snapped his head towards the direction he heard it and snapped the reigns, urging his horse to the origin of Violet's scream of absolute terror.

When he came back to her, he practically jumped off his horse and kneeled down to her. She was hyperventilating with tears rolling down her cheeks and crying, holding onto Billy, feeling his calming and reassuring grip.

"Vi, it's okay, it's okay, it's just me, it's just me," He told her, pulling her into his arms and his hand on the back of her head. "Shh, shh, it's okay I've got you."

The other cowboys were talking amongst themselves about how "Easton" wasn't a he and instead was a girl. Billy took notice that one of the other cowboys had Violets hat in his hand and frowned, putting the pieces together and realizing what must've happened.

He stood up, holding Violet close in bridal style, and set her on his horse. He put his hat on her head, which ensured that no one else would touch her as Alias joined the two.

"Vi, I'm gonna go get your hat, OK? Alias is gonna stay with you," He told her, holding her free hand. Her other hand was holding the buttons of her shirt together, so they didn't expose her chest more.

She simply nodded, not meeting his gaze. Billy squeezed her hand before going off, grabbing her hat and cursing out the other cowboys for what they did to her.

After the three got to a quieter place, Violet finally took Billy's hat off and dropped it onto his head and putting hers back onto her head.

"Hey," Billy greeted, looking up at her with a reassuring smile as he led his and her horses in tow to Alias and his horse.

"Hi," She replied, her voice thick from crying.

"I took care of 'em," He told her, averting his gaze as she fixed her shirts. "Mr. Hooker's gonna fire 'em hopefully and you'll get to keep your job."

"I don't wanna," She mumbled, taking the reigns of Billy's horse weaving the leathers through her fingers. "Wanna find a different job."

"Are you sure? Alias got us this job-" Billy asked, confused but understanding. After what happened, he didn't blame her one bit, and if he was in her shoes, he'd do the exact same.

"I'm sure." Billy nodded, leaving it at that. He wasn't one to judge and wasn't going to start now.

Artax whinnied as he galloped around the small arena, bucking wildly as he tossed his head and reared, once again throwing Jesse off of his back and into a nearby thorn bush. The yearling snorted as he cantered around in circles, trying to find an escape around the fence but there was none, he charged towards the wood but then skidded to a stop at the last minute — he wanted to jump but he didn’t know how to.

“Stupid fucking horse!,” Jesse cursed, standing up in the thorn bush as he threw a stick covered in barbed wire at Artax, hitting the poor horse in the withers and causing a nasty laceration running from his withers to his mid-shoulder.

The yearling screeched, spooking again as he galloped to the far corner of the arena, rearing and tossing his head again, blood spilling from the fresh wound.

Artax could feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as he tried to spit out the harsh bit that had been jammed into his mouth, spooking at the sight of Jesse hopping the fence and trying to grab his reins, the yearling whinnied again, kicking at Jesse as his ears pinned backwards. He was clearly terrified and he didn’t want this man anywhere near him.

“Jesse what the fuck is wrong with you!,” a younger voice echoed throughout the ranch

The bay mustang’s ears pricked up, his nostrils flaring as he heard the sounds of Vi struggling, yelling about something but he couldn’t quite make it out, but all he knew was that she was angry, more than likely angry at Jesse, she was being held back by an older man, a man who was much older than both her and Jesse.

Artax remembered how a few nights ago she took care of him, how she helped him calm down and settle into this funny thing that these people called a stall, it had comfy bedding in it but there wasn’t in food or water in his stall unlike the other horses stalls who had plenty of food and water in them. He also remembered how she tended to the nasty grazes in his knees from the day he was rounded up, and that she’d given him the name “Artax”, and that somewhere out there there is a little girl who will love him.

He wondered where that little girl was if what she said was true, where was his little girl?

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