First and last hug.

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He finally got something back 😂😩

ANOTHER EXCERPT FROM: THE SONG OF RIVALS

Story About Doc Holliday and Johnny Ringo Fighting over Reader. Which One Will Win Your Heart, Reader?

Doc Holliday sits in the Silver Nugget Saloon, sipping whiskey and staring into his glass while slowly swirling the liquid while moving the rotgut in a circular, almost methodical manner. He takes another shot, breathes heavily and pours more.

From the moment he met Ringo, Doc hated the younger gunfighter. Doc was not a man who let the law stand in his way just like the Cowboys, but he seemed to have such disdain for the unsophisicated red sash bunch. Not to mention that the Cowboys had it in for the Earps and Doc and Wyatt had a relationship where neither one would turn on the other. They expressed loyalty to each other; Doc looked out for Wyatt and Wyatt often looked the other way while Doc cheated patrons during poker games. Morgan and Virgil seemed less enthusiastic regarding the unbreakable bond between Doc and Wyatt. They viewed Doc as trouble; someone who cost them their political ambitions. With Doc in the picture, Wyatt's climb up the social latter moved slower and that meant it moved slower for them.

Now Doc sits in a saloon by himself, downing shots, seething about what you and Ringo are doing together.

"That lying scum," Doc whispers, while his lips rest on the edge of the glass. "No good Johnny Ringo, a lost soul who serves no purpose other than to lie, kill and steal." Doc chuckles to himself as he has done his fair share of cheating and killing. To lose you to Ringo would be more than Doc could bear; he's a man who hates losing. Doc imagines you sitting near him while he dazzles you with stories of his upbrining; living in Georgia on a lush plantation, dreaming of his future as a dentist, serving the elite community. And he did build a successful practice; so much that he could afford to work three days a week.

"I am a Southern gentleman," he recalls telling one of his patients. "And Southern gentleman are lazy so I do not wish to break a long standing tradition by working too much."

Then the war hit.

He moved from a prestigious profession to a gunighting gambler after he learned of his tuburclosis; a diagnonis that would change the entire direction of his life. With a strong death wish and everything he adored gone, Doc turned to a vicious gunslinger, bitter with rage. He thinks of Ringo and how the two are more alike than different. Ringo suffered in the soul while Doc suffered in the body. There were moments when Doc felt unbelievably close to Ringo as he often pondered that the two had more in common than had differences. Perhaps that triggered their hatred for each other. Or that Doc was the refined Ringo and Ringo was who Doc was behind the silk cravats and fancy language.

Doc sighs and lights up a cigarette. He can hear the familiar voice of his companion, Kate Elder. She stomped up the stairs of the saloon and pushed her way through the batwings. Doc smiles to himself and ignores her desire to get his attention. Kate moved her way through the saloon to the table where Doc sat.

"Oh how I wish they locked you up in Liberty!" She howled. A few patrons laughed while others sneered at the dueling couple.

"Why, Kate. What a pleasant surprise," Doc grunts. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence. Doc waves his hand through the air as if shooing a fly away.

"Don't give me that! I know what happend between you and Johnny!" "Kate, why would you bother yourself with someone like Ringo? You know I cannot stand that man."

"You want her?" Kate demands. "You were fighting with Johnny over her, werent you?"

Doc adjusts himself and straightens his back. He stares into the mouth of his glass before taking another sip. "Why don't you have a seat, my dear and we can talk about this like respectable persons."

Kate scoffs at Doc, her arms folded. She sits down and looks directly at her sick companion.

"I want you to stay away from her!" Kate bellows, angrily. She takes the bottle of whiskey and downs a shot without using a glass.

"You were always uncivilized," Doc mocks Kate.

Kate wipes her mouth and stands before Doc, her lovely bossom pressing against her dress. Doc felt tempted; the comfort of a woman was like nothing else. And it didn't seem to matter where she came from or if her looks were less than appealing; a soft body next to him felt better than the cold of lonliness and horror of his sickness. His lungs burned and his throat felt dry, even swallowing caused great pain on occasion. He made a bet with himself years ago that he would die from being shot to death before he died of his relentless disease. Or just drink himself into eternity.

"And you! Just look at yourself!"

It was not uncommon for Kate to create a scene in public and Doc brushed off his embaressment by holding up his glass and nodding to the annoyed patrons. Doc knew she was fuming over you although she had her own share of encounters with other men. But in the end, she did not want Doc leaving her for another woman. She already hated being second to Wyatt Earp.

"You're wasting away to nothing! She wouldn't want you anyway!" Kate shouts before exiting through the batwings and hurrying down the stairs.

Doc watches her leave and continues drowning his anger in whiskey. Although he already sucked back enough to cause most men to fall over, Doc could handle his alcohol like no one Wyatt had ever known. Even after drinking for several hours, he could still deal and play cards with steady hands. The delicate and long hands of a dentist.

Doc sighs and stares at the bottom of his glass as if searching for something. He mumbles to himself and begins thinking about you taking up supper with Johnny Ringo. Doc scoffs while he pours himself another drink and lights up a cigarette, completely unaffected by the poisons he fed his body. He would rather die of drunkeness than lonlieness. He wonders how Ringo is trying to impress you. He laughs to himself when he thinks about Johnny telling you how he steals cows or that he robbed a number of stage coaches and would cut a man in half over the slightest provocation. However, Doc knew Ringo probably possessed a softer side the same as Doc, who was more misunderstood than anything else. Doc could tell by watching Johnny Ringo that the Shakespearean quoting gunfighter was a man scarred; just like Doc, he had dreams before the war hit and the fighting and loss of their rights and land drove them to kill. He almost felt pity for Ringo, but his hatred superceded all other emotions regarding the younger pistoleer.

“I’m Your Huckleberry” TOMBSTONE Scene (1993) Val Kilmer

First and last hug.

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Slowly falling for Val more and more

Well, I have covid and probably the flu and feel vaguely like death, so I'm going to watch all of Val Kilmer's movies and rate them based on nothing in particular. Again, I am not coherent but hopeful this will be funny.

Top Secret! (1984)

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Michael Kitchen: Foyle’s War (2002-2015)

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Still steamy after all these years. Happy Friday. Stay Home.

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