Matt Throws a Fit
Jul 13, 2019 18:53:43 GMT -8
Post by misslizj on Jul 13, 2019 18:53:43 GMT -8
This isn't a new story, it's a very small portion of one of my first fanfics, but it does fit the challenge, so I thought I'd post it here so guests who don't have access to the full forum can read it. Hope you enjoy it. (P.S. I do actually have an idea for the challenge that I hope to start writing tomorrow.)
It was a beautiful morning for a wedding. It was sunny and unseasonably warm, and every last detail had gone perfectly from the moment she woke up. In a few minutes Kitty Russell would be Mrs. Matt Dillon.
“If anyone present knows any reason why these two should not be united in holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace,” the preacher intoned.
Suddenly, from the back of the church, a drunken voice belligerently declared. “Hold on, Marshal Big Fist! You can’t marry this woman!”
Kitty closed her eyes. “Oh, no…” she moaned. That wretch was going to ruin everything! How did he even find out?
“Sir,” the preacher said disdainfully, “please state your reason for interrupting this ceremony.”
“Because she’s already married to me! She’s Mrs. Emmett Holly!”
The wedding guests let out audible gasps, and Kitty finally dared to look in his direction. It was even worse than she imagined. Sergeant Emmett Holly was making his way down the aisle toward the altar on his horse. She looked at Matt, standing in front of her. He looked ready to rip Holly in half.
She grabbed both of his hands. “Matt, calm down. I told you before, we were never married. There was no wedding, not even a fake one! Just let the other men handle him, please!”
“Like hell I will!” Matt said through gritted teeth. The preacher gasped and Kitty smiled at him apologetically. “Holly, I’ve had as much of you as I’m going to take in one lifetime!” He strode away from the altar and stood in front of Holly’s horse. “Now get down from there and fight like a man!”
“Matt, please, he’s not worth it!” Kitty cried.
Holly stayed on his horse. Both men drew their guns.
“I’ve come back to claim my bride!” Holly shouted gleefully. “You’re coming home with me, Miss Kitty!”
“Miss Kitty?” Someone was knocking persistently. “Miss Kitty?”
Kitty sat up in bed with a gasp, looking around her bedroom, disoriented....“Oh, thank God!” she whispered, falling back against her pillows with relief.
It was a beautiful morning for a wedding. It was sunny and unseasonably warm, and every last detail had gone perfectly from the moment she woke up. In a few minutes Kitty Russell would be Mrs. Matt Dillon.
“If anyone present knows any reason why these two should not be united in holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace,” the preacher intoned.
Suddenly, from the back of the church, a drunken voice belligerently declared. “Hold on, Marshal Big Fist! You can’t marry this woman!”
Kitty closed her eyes. “Oh, no…” she moaned. That wretch was going to ruin everything! How did he even find out?
“Sir,” the preacher said disdainfully, “please state your reason for interrupting this ceremony.”
“Because she’s already married to me! She’s Mrs. Emmett Holly!”
The wedding guests let out audible gasps, and Kitty finally dared to look in his direction. It was even worse than she imagined. Sergeant Emmett Holly was making his way down the aisle toward the altar on his horse. She looked at Matt, standing in front of her. He looked ready to rip Holly in half.
She grabbed both of his hands. “Matt, calm down. I told you before, we were never married. There was no wedding, not even a fake one! Just let the other men handle him, please!”
“Like hell I will!” Matt said through gritted teeth. The preacher gasped and Kitty smiled at him apologetically. “Holly, I’ve had as much of you as I’m going to take in one lifetime!” He strode away from the altar and stood in front of Holly’s horse. “Now get down from there and fight like a man!”
“Matt, please, he’s not worth it!” Kitty cried.
Holly stayed on his horse. Both men drew their guns.
“I’ve come back to claim my bride!” Holly shouted gleefully. “You’re coming home with me, Miss Kitty!”
“Miss Kitty?” Someone was knocking persistently. “Miss Kitty?”
Kitty sat up in bed with a gasp, looking around her bedroom, disoriented....“Oh, thank God!” she whispered, falling back against her pillows with relief.