new fic (The Last Hurrah) Young Guns II, Doc Scurlock #100 final
Title: The Last Hurrah
Fandom: Young Guns II (movie)
Character: Josiah "Doc" Scurlock
Rating: PG
Prompt #100 final
The Last Hurrah
Fandom: Young Guns II (movie) Characters: Josiah "Doc" Scurlock, cameo: Pat "Patsy" Garrett belong to the producers and directors of the movie.
"The Last Hurrah" by Karen
His number could have come up at any time, and somehow by either dumb luck or skill , or even given the law of averages.
Yet, some how, every time it appeared as if any and all members of the Billy the Kid's gang would punch out they had managed to evade imminent death by a very narrow margin.
Doc had seen Tom go down several miles to the north of his present position, and Arkansas Dave had been separated from him at the last half-mile; and now he was alone.
The fact that it was their old friend, Pat Garrett, that led the pursuit did not stick in his craw as much as he had thought it would.
'Although,' he thought. 'Billy might have an entirely different opinion on the matter. He just did everything on a intense, higher edge than the rest of us, it was like a windstorm, one could not help but get caught up in energy.'
'A very narrow margin, indeed," Josiah "Doc" Scurlock thought as he pulled back the catch on his long, narrow rifle and peered out through the crumbling and dilapidated slats in the abandoned charcoal cutter's house.
The report of a rifle being fired echoed in the still morning air and cracked the silence.
Scurlock jerked his head away from the eye slit, narrowly avoiding the bullet that grazed his skull and whirred through the space where his head had been only moments before. "Damn it!" he griped.
The near miss was only a ranging shot, and Doc took a deep breath, finished reloading his rifle from his own dwindling supply of ammunition before he took up another position where he could get could range and began returning fire when a line of mounted men came into view
"It didn't have to end like this, Doc," Pat Garrett yelled out to him from his where he had ordered hid men to draw up in formation.
Doc's ears still rang from the discharge of the bullets that had rattled both him and his shelter only seconds earlier, but either by a trick of the light or the wind soughing across the flats, Garrett's words were carried loud and clear to where he crouched in the hut.
Shouting to be heard over the loud whanging and whirring of gunshots Doc yelled.
"That was the first intelligent thing that you've said for several days, old friend!"
"Give it up, Doc," Garrett shouted back. "You can't win. Turn yourself, and I have it on good authority, that the Governor has promised to be merciful.
"I will finish the game," Doc shouted. In the back of his mind, he wondered why he was holding out so long, after all he had a wife and a kid waiting for him, and Billy surely could not expect him to give up on them, but then he thought, Garrett had already betrayed them all; all of his former friends. This promise of mercy if he gave up, rang hollow.
"I have one thing to say," Doc replied, calmly getting to his feet and approaching the entrance to the hut. I believe the English poet Thomas Dylan said it best. "" Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
"You always were the sentimental type, Doc," Garrett yelled and then with his mount shifting restlessly underneath him, "I'll take that as a no, then?"
"In a word, yeah," Doc replied.
"You do realize that by doing this, you've pretty much signed your own death warrant?" Garrett asked.
"I knew the risks going into this, and I found them acceptable. Get it over with," Doc replied.
"Have it your way," Garrett sighed, raising his arm and signaling his men to open fire.
On the open flats there was not many choices in which to hide, except for a few outcroppings and some scraggly-looking scrub brushed and trees. "Come on," he muttered aloud to his pursuers. "I know you're out there. I you want me, then get it over with already. Come and get me."
The bullets sped across the open space from where they his would-be executioners were mounted, and where Doc stood in the doorway of the hut, and his last thought before death took him was: "I was not afraid."
Fandom: Young Guns II (movie)
Character: Josiah "Doc" Scurlock
Rating: PG
Prompt #100 final
The Last Hurrah
Fandom: Young Guns II (movie) Characters: Josiah "Doc" Scurlock, cameo: Pat "Patsy" Garrett belong to the producers and directors of the movie.
"The Last Hurrah" by Karen
His number could have come up at any time, and somehow by either dumb luck or skill , or even given the law of averages.
Yet, some how, every time it appeared as if any and all members of the Billy the Kid's gang would punch out they had managed to evade imminent death by a very narrow margin.
Doc had seen Tom go down several miles to the north of his present position, and Arkansas Dave had been separated from him at the last half-mile; and now he was alone.
The fact that it was their old friend, Pat Garrett, that led the pursuit did not stick in his craw as much as he had thought it would.
'Although,' he thought. 'Billy might have an entirely different opinion on the matter. He just did everything on a intense, higher edge than the rest of us, it was like a windstorm, one could not help but get caught up in energy.'
'A very narrow margin, indeed," Josiah "Doc" Scurlock thought as he pulled back the catch on his long, narrow rifle and peered out through the crumbling and dilapidated slats in the abandoned charcoal cutter's house.
The report of a rifle being fired echoed in the still morning air and cracked the silence.
Scurlock jerked his head away from the eye slit, narrowly avoiding the bullet that grazed his skull and whirred through the space where his head had been only moments before. "Damn it!" he griped.
The near miss was only a ranging shot, and Doc took a deep breath, finished reloading his rifle from his own dwindling supply of ammunition before he took up another position where he could get could range and began returning fire when a line of mounted men came into view
"It didn't have to end like this, Doc," Pat Garrett yelled out to him from his where he had ordered hid men to draw up in formation.
Doc's ears still rang from the discharge of the bullets that had rattled both him and his shelter only seconds earlier, but either by a trick of the light or the wind soughing across the flats, Garrett's words were carried loud and clear to where he crouched in the hut.
Shouting to be heard over the loud whanging and whirring of gunshots Doc yelled.
"That was the first intelligent thing that you've said for several days, old friend!"
"Give it up, Doc," Garrett shouted back. "You can't win. Turn yourself, and I have it on good authority, that the Governor has promised to be merciful.
"I will finish the game," Doc shouted. In the back of his mind, he wondered why he was holding out so long, after all he had a wife and a kid waiting for him, and Billy surely could not expect him to give up on them, but then he thought, Garrett had already betrayed them all; all of his former friends. This promise of mercy if he gave up, rang hollow.
"I have one thing to say," Doc replied, calmly getting to his feet and approaching the entrance to the hut. I believe the English poet Thomas Dylan said it best. "" Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
"You always were the sentimental type, Doc," Garrett yelled and then with his mount shifting restlessly underneath him, "I'll take that as a no, then?"
"In a word, yeah," Doc replied.
"You do realize that by doing this, you've pretty much signed your own death warrant?" Garrett asked.
"I knew the risks going into this, and I found them acceptable. Get it over with," Doc replied.
"Have it your way," Garrett sighed, raising his arm and signaling his men to open fire.
On the open flats there was not many choices in which to hide, except for a few outcroppings and some scraggly-looking scrub brushed and trees. "Come on," he muttered aloud to his pursuers. "I know you're out there. I you want me, then get it over with already. Come and get me."
The bullets sped across the open space from where they his would-be executioners were mounted, and where Doc stood in the doorway of the hut, and his last thought before death took him was: "I was not afraid."