How the West Was Won

"Lady?"

Belle's cheeks flushed. "Yer sucha gentleman, Clyde." She said with her own southern drawl. "Belle B. Barker can do anythin she wants. An I already done them things, so quit jawin 'bout it! I already know ya wanna stay, else ya'd be gone already! Yer head's spinnin but you ain't gotta clue about me. Well, one day ya might." Belle smiled as sweet as she could at Clyde.

She then held up her fists and cracked her knuckles. "I told ya ta git." She said, her smile never dropping, though it did take on a sinister quality.

"Guh!" Clyde through his hands up frustration. He couldn't say a word to Belle without her taking it the wrong way and swooning over it! He needed her to take a hint!

"I don't wanna stay. I just thought 'bout it." Clyde shot back immediately, telling himself to go on and git but...

The moment he heard Belle's orders and saw her raise her fists intimidatingly, the cowboy's pride took over and he went Chest to chest with Belle. "I think... You oughta chill, lady."He muttered with a frown.

Belle didn't wait for Clyde to get very far into his posturing. Her hand snapped out sharply as she aimed a pretty good punch at the Texan's jaw.

"KUH!" Clyde took the punch to his already softened jaw pretty hard. Belle struck him and made Clyde's head whip back before he stumbled against a wall with a grunt, he shook his head and held his throbbing jaw before spitting to the side, looking at Belle. His mouth hurt. A lot.

"That the best ya got?" He muttered through a weakened jaw.

Belle grinned at Clyde as he didn't drop from the punch. "Are ya sayin ya want more? I thought ya didn't wanna stay, Clyde." She said. "That ya made up yer mind." Belle chuckled and stared at Clyde.

"NO IM AIN'T SAYIN' I WANT MORE!!" Clyde snarled as he grit his teeth at Belle and dove at her, trying to tackle her down.

Belle deftly stepped to the side as Clyde tried to tackle her. She lifted up her foot and planted it right between his cheeks to pin him down. "Then what're ya sayin, Clyde? Yer havin a bit o trouble with yer words." She said with a cheeky grin.

Clyde dove and hit the floor with nasty rug burn. "RRRRRGGGHHH!!!" Clyde growled, thrashing under Belle, trying to swat her foot off him to get loose.

"You the one who picked a fight here!" He snapped, trying to get out from under Belle's foot so he could scramble back to his feet.

Belle leaned in, trying to keep Clyde pinned down, smiling the whole time.

"An how'd I do that, Clyde? Yer the one who wouldn't git when I said git after whinin the whole time bout gittin! I been nothin but a classy gal about this whole thing, ya know? I could kept ya cuffed an done as I liked. I coulda done plenty before that too!"

Belle laughed. "But yer real cute when ya think ya got somethin ta prove. So do ya wanna tussle er do ya wanna git?"

Clyde felt like he had egg on his face. Was he whining? Now he regretted spilling his guts to her Belle. He wasn't weak. He didn't need anybody. He just felt a little shitty that he failed in his last chance at gold.

He grunted and growled as Belle's weight held him down, his hands clinched the carpet as he writhed underneath her. He couldn't just walk away like a scolded dog with his tail tucked between his legs.

"Ngh! Oh I'm in need fer a tussle..." He muttered as he tried slip out from under Belle.