Gunpowder and Lead

Gunpowder and Lead

Status: Finished

Genre: Westerns

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Status: Finished

Genre: Westerns

Summary

A country girl has to work hard to acheive her dreams of becoming a legand. On her way to fame she encounters love, and heartache, but this country girl isn't going to let even a bleeding heart keep her from her dream.

Summary

A country girl has to work hard to acheive her dreams of becoming a legand. On her way to fame she encounters love, and heartache, but this country girl isn't going to let even a bleeding heart keep her from her dream.

Chapter24 (v.1)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 26, 2009

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 26, 2009

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My eyes creaked open, and fell across the flower filled hospital room. Littering the floor was card after card of worry letters, and get well soons. Disappointment was laying over me as thick as a wool blanket, or even two. I couldn't believe that I had let everyone down. Those Princess of PBR shirts weren't worth anything anymore.


I had two broken ribs, and three bruised ones. My spine had bruises here and there, and my whole stomach, and back, and most of my legs, were covered with welts and bruises from where the boots met skin. I had nine stitches in the back of the head where the guy had hit me in the head, then I had a broken nose, black eyes, and my jaw was swollen up. I looked horrible, and had all of the mirrors in my room, turned, or taken out.

I was about to attempt to sit up when the door to my room opened and someone with a large basket of flowers covering their face stepped in. I could tell who it was just by the towering frame, and the dirty, rough hands holding the basket.


"Another one Trace?" I asked.

"Yep, and full of worry cards too," he said, as he sat it down at the end of my bed. He looked at me sympathetically. "You're all over the news," He said, picking up my remote and flipping the TV on. He flipped through the channels until he found FOX 4.

"You may know her as Jennifer Hart, or the Princess of the PBR shirts that everyone seems to be wearing, but now she is known for another name. Fellow bronc riders from all over the country have been seen at various rodeo's wearing shirts that say Jen, the Hart of the PBR. She was found badly beaten in a local 711 store, and with help from two of her closest friends two guys have been arrested already. Owner of the 711 Bradley Banks, and her cousin Mitchell Hart have been taken into custody, but they refuse to give away any other names. Now what's even almost just as surprising is finding a young girl by the name of Darcy Marie, tied in the back of Jen's trailer, miles away from the rodeo. Investigators say that she had been abducted moments after Jennifer was found. Missing, are two horses. A palomino mare named Raine- which is Jen's horse, and Darcy Marie's horse, Scarface." A picture played across the screen as she explained the horses. "If you have anymore information, please call this toll free number. Investigators are still searching for the others involved in the crime, and Jen's prized possesion. Thanks for watching, I'm Amy Stanfield and this is Fox 4 news."

No word could explain how I felt at that moment. I hadn't heard about Darcy or Raine. I didn't know that I had put her life at risk. Raine, my beautiful, trusting, Raine. And Darcy. I was supposed to keep her safe. What did her mother think of me now? "W-what?"


Trace turned away from me, and turned the T.V back off. He shuffled his boots along the floor and then shrugged. "I was gonna tell you."


"How is Darcy?"


"I went to look for her after you got taken by the ambulance and I tried findin' her but she was gone. She is okay now, she is down the hall in the waitin' room. I just spoke to her. Jen, I'm sorry about Raine," He said, looking me dead in the eye. "I know how special she is to you."


"No," I said, shaking my head. "Raine," I said. After hearing that Darcy was okay, the full force of realizing that I might never see Raine again hit me dead on. "Trace no! Raine... she's my... my best friend. I- I don't know wh-what I'll do with with without her!" I felt as though I couldn't breathe, and another wool blanket of hurt had been thrown over me. I tried to pull myself into a sitting position but my ribs moved in a way I was sure they weren't supposed to. I felt as though the red haze was back, as my eyes began to blur and nothing seemed clear anymore. "I gotta find her. I... I have to do something," I said, trying to push the invisible blankets off of me. I needed to breathe!

Trace pushed me lightly back down. "Kyle's already on it. He went looking for Raine. He said that he will call whenever he finds out something. Please, just rest."


I wasn't sure if he was telling me the truth, or just trying to keep me in the bed like the doctors had ordered him to do, but more thoughts crammed into my head. "Kyle..." I swallowed. "Why is he here?"


"Jen, I kinda need to talk to you about that. You see, I told Kyle that he was holding you back. I'm the one that talked him into leaving... I'm sorry."


And the shocking news keeps rolling in. My mind couldn't hold all of this information. The room went out of focus, and I wasn't sure what was real, and what wasn't anymore. "You did what?" I said through my teeth, my hands clamping onto the bed beneath me.


"Look Jen, I wasn't lying about what I told you that one night. I only slept with that girl 'cause I knew that I would never have you! What else was I suppose to do with Kyle around? You looked at him like he was the only guy on the Earth, and I wanted you to look at me that way. You made me crazy, Jen. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Oh yeah, and bunnies don't like carrots," I scoffed. "I can't believe you Trace. You had no right to tell Kyle that he was holding me back. I would do anything for him. I love him."


"You would even give up the PBR for him? You would let your dad down just to keep Kyle around? You're not the girl I thought you were then Jen," He turned on his heel and walked out of my room before I could object. I knew that he was right though. I would have given up everything if I would have known that it would keep Kyle around.


I pulled myself back into a sitting position again, and this time pushed my legs over the side of the bed before I could talk myself out of it. Everything hurt, but I balanced on my unsteady legs, and then started towards the door. I had to fix everything. I couldn't let anybody else down.

I didn't make it halfway down the hallway before a nurse stepping out of another room stopped me, by placing her hand on my shoulder. She was an older woman, plump, with crazy red hair pulled back into a pony tail. "I don't think that you should be out of bed, Miss Hart."


I grimaced in pain, as her hand grasped bruises. I took her hand, and dropped it back at her side, sneering at her. "First off, watch where you put your hands... injured here. Secondly, it's a free country, and I don't think that you should be telling me what to do." Disappointing people made me angry, and somebody telling me what to do made me even angrier, the two put together wasn't a good combination at all.

She looked a little surprised. "I'm sorry Jennifer. I didn't realize. It's just... you shouldn't be moving, you could upset your ribs, or your spine...," she stumbled across her words but I couldn't pity her.


"I have more important things to do then lay in a hospital bed and wait for others to do my job for me," I said, moving past her, and continuing down the hallway as fast as I could without causing myself immense pain. Surprisingly she didn't follow me, but I soon ran into someone else trying to force me back to my room.


"Jen, you shouldn't worry about Raine! Kyle is on it! Please go and lay back down," Darcy Marie pleaded as she took in my appearance.


"It's not just that Darcy... I have to..." I stopped as her phone started ringing. She gave me a stern look daring me to leave while she was talking, and pulled out her phone.


"Hello?" A long pause. "Okay." She put her phone back into her pocket and looked at me. "That was Kyle. He said not to even bother trying to stop you." She stepped to the side, and I stepped past her with my chin tilted upwards. It hurt to bad, and I lowered it as soon as I got past her. Apparently my chin wasn't in the best of conditions either.


Nobody else tried to prevent me from leaving the hospital building, and I walked out, just hoping that I didn't have one of those gowns on that showed my butt. To late now. Yet, as soon as I sat bare foot against pavement, cheering erupted.

I brought my mind away from possibly wearing a buttless gown, and to the parkinglot. There were tons of people out there. Standing in the backs of trucks, or on the hoods of cars. Piled up on horse trailers, or simply just standing. More people then I had ever seen piled up in one place before. They stretched from the hospital to the very end of the long parkinglot. All of them seemed to sport a Princess of PBR shirt or Hart of the PBR. I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to do, except stand there and pray that my gown had a butt.

Then, one person was walking towards me. It was a guy, towering above me by about six inches. He looked young, probably in his mid-twenties, and had on a Hart of the PBR, with wranglers, and a huge belt buckle that he must have won while riding. His stetson was dirty, and had lines that told that it had gone through more then one squishing in it's lifetime. He was pretty cute, but now was not the time to think about that. He smiled when he got to me. "Hi, Jen, I'm Mark."

"Hi, Mark." The cheering started to cease, but nobody left. They all just stood there as though they were expecting something.

He reached into his back wrangler pocket and pulled out a multi-folded piece of paper. He unfolded until there was no unfolding left, and handed the piece of paper over to me. I took it, and looked down at it.

Let Jen Ride in the PBR

My eyes scrolled down over name after name after name. I flipped the page over to find more names. Hundreds of them. "And that's not all," He said. He turned around, and motioned towards everybody behind him. "All of these people have yet to sign."

I looked back up at everybody, and my eyes widened with realization. "You... want me to ride in the PBR? But I... I didn't get enough points. I didn't get in."


Mark nodded his head. "We know. But you would have. Jen, you've touched so many peoples hearts. You've inspired so many girls around the world. You've showed us just what can be accomplished if you keep on going after your dream. Jen, it's not fair that those guys did that to you. And we know that it's going to take a while for you to get recovered... but we want you in the PBR." I noticed a couple more guys walking up to me. "All of us do. We think that you deserve a place beside us." I turned my attention back to the guys... and finally understood. They already had their places in the PBR.

I looked back down at the piece of paper, and then handed it back to him with a shaky hand. "I'm sorry, but I don't belong there. I didn't earn it fair and square, so therefore I don't believe that I should get to stand beside you."


The crowd went completely silent, and surprise registered on Marks face, disappointment on the others. "But Jen. This is your dream. We want to make it a reality for you."


"We would be more then honored for you to stand beside us!" Another one of the guys spoke up, stepping to stand beside Mark. He also looked pretty young, and his jaw set. I could tell he didn't get told 'no' very often. He also sported a Hart of the PBR shirt. As did the other seven behind him. Memories swirled around me, and I stepped back, as the seven dark figures swarmed around me, kicking me, and throwing mean words at me.

Mark seemed to catch something on my face and he motioned for the other guys to leave. Only he stayed behind. "Okay. Jen... how about you do this for your father? If not for you...do it for your dad," He said, once I had looked back up at him.

"Look, you don't understand. My entire life I've had to work hard for everything that I've ever got. Nothing has ever just been handed to me, and I think that that is how it's supposed to be. Especially a dream. You don't just get it thrown in your face for laying in a hospital bed, and touching a couple of peoples hearts. My dad wouldn't want me to take the easy way out. No pain, no game he always said."

"I understand that, Jen. But..." His voice trailed off. "Okay..." He said, changing his tactic. "How about, when you fully recover, we hold a one woman rodeo. If you stay on the horse of choice for eight seconds, then you take your place in the PBR beside us. If you don't... then there is always next year."


I liked the way this guy thought. I couldn't argue with that. "Okay. I guess... that would be a different story. But still, broken ribs here... I don't know how long it will take for me to recover... it might be long after the PBR."

Mark smiled. "Don't worry about that." Then he turned around, and gave two thumbs up to the crowd, and everyone started screaming again.

I was going to the PBR. Wow. I was about to turn around and go back into the hospital, feeling the need to lay down and relieve myself of the prickling pain coming from a couple broken and bruised bones. But then something caught in the corner of my eye. The crowd was moving and quieting. None of them seemed to be leaving, they were just making room.

Then, walking through the aisle of people was Kyle. But his appearance wasn't what shocked me. Because in his hands was a lead rope, and hooked on the end of the leadrope was a beautiful palomino mare. "Raine!"


If I could have ran, I would have. Raine's ears perked up as she heard my voice, and her neigh was loud, and happy. She tried to jerk her head away from Kyle, but his grip was firm. I started her way, as they continued mine. As I reached her, I automatically stroked my hand along her face. She blew her breathe in my face, and I smiled.


"Raine...it's really you." I couldn't believe how good it felt to have her back. To see her in good shape without a scratch on her beautiful body. "Where did you find her Kyle?"

He cleared his throat, seeming surprised that I even talked to him. "She was in Mitch's pasture. He doesn't live far from here. Her, and Scarface both. He's in the trailer back there, Darcy, he's a little shooken up though," He said. Darcy started her way through the still parted crowd.

I looked at him, still holding Raine's head in my hands. "Thanks Kyle."

He nodded, but then turned around and disappeared into the crowd. I turned around to Raine, feeling the icky feeling of blood oozing from the open wounds in my heart. "Maybe it didn't take much convincing for him to leave." I stroked Raine's face. And even though there were hundreds of people surrounding me, I felt almost completely alone. But as Raine brushed her soft muzzle across my cheek, I knew that I wasn't. "At least I still have my best friend."


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