Hard Headed Woman (by Annie K Cowgirl)

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Summary: Marie would do anything to protect her sons, anything…including this.

Rating: K+

Word Count: 737

Hard Headed Woman

“Marie Cartwright, what did you do?”

Setting aside the latest copy of Godey’s Lady’s Book, I glanced up at my husband. “I did what any good mother would do, mon cheri: I protected my son.” I said as calmly as possible though I could feel the coals of ire stirring to life within me.

A spark of anger flared in his black eyes. “Somehow I doubt that Phoebe Goldstein posed much of a threat to Hoss. She is, after all, a good Christian woman.”

“Oh I strongly disagree.” I stood, shaking the wrinkles out of my skirt even though it was a futile movement, the material was mussed so badly that only a hot iron would set it to rights once more.

He folded his arms across his chest. “Marie, you can’t just go around attacking people for no good reason. Phoebe’s talking about pressing charges. Maybe if you just—”

“No.”

“Come on, you have to—”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn, woman! If you would only apologize—”

The fraying thread of control I had over my temper suddenly snapped. “Apologize? Apologize? If anyone should be apologizing it’s that…that…ugh! There is no word in French or English harsh enough to call that woman.” I stomped my foot, hoping that the gesture wouldn’t make me look like a petulant child—the last thing I needed was for Benjamin to tell me how immature I was acting. “I have put up with her snide comments about me time and time again because I know that she says those things out of jealousy, but the moment she opened her mouth against my son….” I wrapped my hands around the metal bars of my cell and squeezed until my knuckles turned white.

A fly buzzed somewhere in the background and suddenly I realized just how hot it was inside the jailhouse. The back of my dress stuck to my sweaty skin; blonde hair which had been perfectly coiffed before leaving the ranch now hung in limp curls about my face.

“She called him ugly.” I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes.

Ugly, the word hung in the air between us. Oh, it was true that Eric was not the most handsome of children, but outward beauty didn’t matter. It was a fleeting thing. Inwardly though, now that was another story entirely. I had never before met a person who was genuinely good and sweet-tempered until I got to know my husband’s little boy—my step-son. He was caring, gentle, and sensitive. He never had a mean word to say about anyone.

I shook my head. “She called him ugly right to his face, mon cheri, she made him cry. That hag may call herself a Christian, but I’ve known heathens with more Christian charity in their little fingers than Phoebe Goldstein has in her whole body.” I wiped a wayward tear from my cheek. “When I heard her say that, I-I couldn’t help myself. I hit her. I’m not proud of it, but I would rather burn in hell than apologize to that shrew!”

“Marie!”

“I know, I know I shouldn’t say such things, but it’s the truth! So, let her take me to court. Once they hear what she said to a five-year-old, there is no jury in the world that would convict me.”

Ben shook his head. “Oh, my love, what am I going to do with you?” he said, fond exasperation coloring his words and I gave him a coy look.

“Well, paying the fine to get me out of this cell wouldn’t go amiss.” I said.

He snorted. “I’ll go talk to Roy and see what can be done about that, my little spitfire.” He turned to go back into Sheriff Coffee’s office, but he paused in the doorway to glance back at me. “You do know that you broke Phoebe’s nose, don’t you? The doctor says she’ll have a permanent bend in it.” He struggled to prevent the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, but it was of no use.

“Yes. Yes, I did.” I glanced at him from beneath my lashes. “And you know what? She should probably thank me for it.”

He raised an eyebrow at my comment. “Yes, she should, because I do believe that that broken nose will make a marked improvement in her looks.”

~ Finis

Disclaimer: 

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Author Notes:

This was written for a Bonanza Boomer’s writing challenge called “Bonanza Ballads”. My song title was “Hard Headed Woman” by Cat Stevens.

I like to think that this story takes place a week or so before Marie finds out that she’s expecting Little Joe–which makes sense with her mood swings in this tale. 😉

12 thoughts on “Hard Headed Woman (by Annie K Cowgirl)”

  1. I really liked this! And you wrote Marie so well, that I could actually hear Felicia Farr’s voice as I was reading it. Loved how she flew to Hoss’s defence. Great last line!

  2. Don’t mess with a mama bear and her cub! Anybody who could be so horrible to little Hoss deserved everything that followed. This was a fun read, thank you!

  3. Making Hoss cry–at any age–would get my dander up; no surprise it got Marie’s way past the boiling point! Can’t argue with Ben’s assessment either–thanks for this short but power-packed story.

  4. Oh I laughed so hard! Definitely can see where Joe got his temper from! Dynamite comes in small packages! Good for her taking up for ‘little’ Hoss! Great job!! I loved this!

  5. Good for her! You stand up for little Hoss, Marie, and don’t let calmer heads prevail. There’s no way that woman will press charges, she’d have to let everyone know what she said …

    Thx for writing!

  6. Yes, I could see her popping someone in the nose if she lost her temper. Little Joe got that impulsive feisty nature from her. Great job!

    1. Thank you, Hart4Ben! I like to imagine Marie was a mama bear and heaven help the man or woman who tangled with her cubs. 🙂

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