GSO 10 Bullets
By: tayryn
Instructions: The idea behind this, is to write a few sentences for EACH prompt...

The prompts were:

    01.  Greed     02.  Joy    03.  Lust    04.  Envy    05.  Fear    06.  Love    07.  Depression    08.  Anger    09.  Hate    10.  Excitement

~MK~

Greed: It all boiled down to greed. His greed. He knew he could never give her his name… could never give her the home and security she yearned for, and yet… neither could he send her away. His love for her… his overwhelming need for her… was a powerful combination that, in its most base form was just an all-consuming greed; a powerful, greedy need to have her be a part of his life.

Joy: She watched him walk into the saloon. Her joy at seeing him, alive and well, after weeks of not knowing if he were dead or not was so great that, heedless of the patrons, she flew across the room and threw herself into his arms; wrapping herself around him. “Oh, Matt!”

Lust: There was no doubt whatsoever in Kitty Russell’s mind that Matt Dillon loved her. He showed her in so many little ways. A gentle touch, a loving look, a boyish grin… but the way he was looking at her now… his blue eyes filled with pure, unabashed lust, set her heart pounding and her blood racing. She stepped out of the puddle of her nightgown and beckoned him to her. “Come here, Cowboy. Let me give you a proper welcome home.”

Envy: There were times she envied the married women in Dodge. Watching them walk beside their husbands; some with children in tow… then, she would see the distance between some of those couples, both physical and emotional, and that’s when the envy turned to pity. She might not have his ring on her finger or the slip of paper declaring them legally wed, but what she and Matt had was better. They had each other’s hearts and souls. They had love.

Fear: “If it was anything else, Doc. Anything else.” Galen Adams felt a cold terror seize his heart at the deceptively calm, softly spoken words. In the nearly two decades he’d known the man, Adams had never seen the Marshal as angry as he was in this moment, and he was afraid… afraid that he would rush off and in this state do something reckless…

Love: He watched them. Watched the way each lit up when the other appeared. Watched the way they looked at each other, eyes soft and full, when they thought no one was looking. He watched, saw and heard it all. Watched the big man surreptitiously pull her chair closer to his own when she joined them at their usual table. Saw the gentle touches. Heard the subtle words that conveyed so much more than just what they were saying. He chuckled suddenly and covered with a swipe to his moustache and a forced cough. He wondered if they really believed they were fooling everyone. His smile remained as he shook his head. Nope. They weren’t fooling anyone. After all, you just can’t hide that kind of love.

Depression: He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t. Now now. Not like this. Without her, his life would no longer have any meaning. Without her, he’d fall, crashing down, into a deep depression… so deep that there would be no reprieve. He fell to his knees beside her. He couldn’t lose her. He clutched her hand and pleaded in a soft, desperate voice, “I need you, Kitty. I need you.”

Anger: He pressed his body into hers, forcing her back against the door as he plundered her mouth relentlessly; his hands roughly pulling at her clothing in his need to have her. Suddenly he broke off the kiss and stumbled back, falling onto the bed and buried his face in his hands. Damn the judge for ordering the hanging to be done in Dodge. It put her too close… too accessible… he lifted his head to look at her. She’d not moved. Her red hair was tousled, her lips swollen and bruised, her clothes in wild disarray… and yet her eyes were filled with understanding and love. He knew she would not have stopped him… would have let him use her body to wipe away the image of the dangling figure at the end of the rope but he couldn’t… wouldn’t… never… not like that… and never, NEVER, in anger.

Hate: She hated what wearing that badge cost him… the parts of his soul that it claimed as payment for doing the duty he felt so compelled to do. Watching him now, sitting on the edge of her bed, body shaking with suppressed rage, Kitty felt an uncontrollable hatred for the tin star. Hangings always had that effect on Matt… but on the ride back to Dodge he usually managed to work out most of the anger he felt at having to witness the cruel punishment… leaving him with only the need to find solace and comfort in her embrace. But not this time. This time it happened in Dodge, and he’d not had time to work it through before coming to her. Her love for him though, was stronger than her hatred for the badge, and if he needed her… he would have her. She pushed herself from the door and moved to stand between his legs, fingers reaching out to tangle in his thick hair. “…Matt…”

Excitement: Kitty could barely contain herself… in fact; it was all she could do to keep from shouting with joy as she listened to the man before her while she stared into Matt’s deep blue eyes. Her excitement reached its peak, and she couldn’t help the soft squeal of joy, nor stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks when she heard his next words, “Marshal Dillon, you may now kiss your bride.”

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