Love Can't be Black Marketed

Chapter 1 - Bonnie Willie

Wesley was still seeing stars himself, as he, Rico and the Willie Brothers remained knocked senseless in the second train cart that the cattle and horse left behind after giving them the went worth.

But before he could shake the throbbing dizziness from his head, the click of the lock followed by the cart doors suddenly being thrown open could be heard, and the dark blue colors and white speckles of stars up in the night could be seen over the horizon.

The full moon rose up behind a silhouette of a feminine figure, as she chuckled and her boots clunked loudly on the wooden floor of the cart when she got on board.

"Men…" the girl sighed in disappointment, a thick southern belle accent in her tone while clicking her tongue and shaking her head, and she suddenly picked up Wesley by the collar of his shirt and violently shook him.

It was enough to rudely awake the short man, as he woke with a startled snort, and glanced around frantically before realizing what was happening.

"W-what…what happened…where am I?! Where are the cattle?!" Wesley asked hysterically while struggling to get free of the shadowy figure's grip but to no avail. And it didn't help that he couldn't see her face either.

"Long gone, Wesley. Long gone," the female simply replied and suddenly dropped Wesley, much to his dismay as he landed pretty hard on his head.

"Hey, how do you know my name? Who are you?" Wesley demanded while rubbing his head in pain and glaring up at the five foot-tall, feminine shadow.

"Oh, that's right, we weren't properly introduced—I'm Willie, Bonnie Willie," she introduced politely while sticking out a greeting hand, but Wesley only squinted at it and then back up at her.

"Willie? As in the bumbling Willie Brothers?" Wesley asked in dismay.

"Hey, don't talk about my little brothers like that, little man," Bonnie growled while leaning down to get up in Wesley's face, not that it was easy with her being a bit taller than him, but he wasn't affected at all by her tone, as he just stared blankly at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"What? Didn't cha' hear? Your client—my Uncle Slim—finally got caught," Bonnie began while hopping out of the cart, and Wesley nearly stumbled out of surprise when he tried to get down from the cart himself.

"What?!"

"Yup. Apparently, some of the cattle outsmarted 'm, and now he's in jail 'cause of 'em."

"You're kidding!"

"Do you see any cattle on this here train? 'Cause I don't! I'm tellin' ya the truth!"

"Yeesh, that horse must'a kicked me harder than I thought," Wesley mumbled while taking off his hat and robbing his head to check for any blood, but there wasn't any.

"Horse or no, your cattle got away, Wesley, and do ya know what that means?" Bonnie asked while crossing her arms.

"Yeah…it means I can't black market them for more money!" the little man replied with worry.

"Exactly! Which is why I'm here." Wesley could only shake his head and look up at the feminine shadow with wide eyes.

"I'll say it again—what?"

"Face it, now that Uncle Slim's imprisoned, there ain't no way we can wrangle cattle like we used to—but that's not gonna put us outta business."

"What do ya mean 'we'? How do you have anything ta do with any of this?"

"I'll admit, I wasn't there to help my uncle or little brothers steal cattle, and that's because I was busy with my own black marketing, but I couldn't find a black marketer to call my own—which is where you come in, Mr. Wesley."

"What makes you think I'd help you?" Wesley asked in disbelief while crossing his arms, betting that if the moon wasn't so bright, he could see a smug look on her face.

"Like my uncle, I inherited a gift in my vocal chords; though, I can't control bovine like he can—no, my singing controls an object MUCH more valuable than cattle."

"And what's that?"

"I'd tell ya, but first ya gotta agree ta be my personal black marketer. Ya do that, and I'll promise ta split the earnins' with ya, fifty-fifty. We got a deal, little man?"

Wesley's eye started twitching at this girl's cockiness, and he soon rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples in thought.

"If you promise me that this'll never turn out as bad as the black marketing with Slim…"

"I guarantee it! One hundred percent!" Bonnie declared.

"Ya know what? Fine, just fine! I don't care," Wesley scoffed in defeat, and he reluctantly took Bonnie's hand to shake it and get it over with, "but we still got one problem, cowgirl: someone jacked my train!"

"That's alright! I got a campsite set up not too far away, just west a' here, and I got myself a Clydesdale for transportation," Bonnie brushed off carelessly, and she then turned and started walking away in the opposite direction of the train tracks.

"Wait, what about your brothers, or even Rico?" Wesley suddenly called while pointing a thumb back at the cart they were still unconscious in.

"I couldn't care about Rico if I wanted to, and I wouldn't worry about Phil, Gil, and Bill; them boys are made a' rubber, they always bounce right back," Bonnie reassured while turning back on the heels of her boots.

"Yeah, I can vouch for that," Wesley muttered under his breath.

"Hey, you still comin', Shorty?!" Bonnie shouted mockingly, making Wesley roll his eyes and sigh before slowly and reluctantly following his newest business partner…which he figured would be the worst decision ever, right next to giving up clown college.

If you know me(which you probably don't because this is my first Home on the Range fanfic, but that's ok), than you would already know that I friggin' DESPISE it when I write short chapters! But I promise to make future chapters longer, alright?

Anyway, yeah, as I've mentioned before, this is my first HotR fanfic, and(obviously)Wesley is my favorite:3

And I hope you guys will enjoy this love story!

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!