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crack_van2009-09-19 02:33 pm
Angel of the Soul by Trisha (R)
Fandom: MICHAEL BIEHN CHARACTERS - Johnny Ringo from Tombstone
Pairing: Johnny Ringo/ OFC
Length: about 15.500 words
Author on LJ: no idea
Author's website: Thrisha's stories can be found on the Phoenix Michael Biehn Archive
Warning: spoilers for the movie Tombstone
Why this must be read:
I don't usually go for stories like this, where the canon character gets hooked up with a OFC. But here I was captivated by the vast difference between the volatile and dangerous gunslinger and the woman by his side. I also love that it's sort of a 'behind the scenes' kind of story for the movie, with most of it taking place at the timeframe of the movie itself without changing it. Except in the end, where the story briefly mentions the more historically accurate happenings. And there is the flashback of how these two met.
But most of all I love how Johnny Ringo is still the Johnny Ringo of the movie and isn't turned into someone else or 'niced up'. He's still that mean and clearly a bit unhinged character that made such an impression in Michael Biehn's performance of him. A very complicated man, and only more so when reading this story.
Excerpt:
The saloon was full. Full of men, all drinking and talking at once. It was hot and noisy, the air was hazy with the smoke from cigarettes and cigars. The smell of some of it's patrons was clearly not too pleasant either.
To her acute embarrassment the room fell silent as they approached the bar, and she realised that almost every eye in the place was focused on her. She took in as large a breath as she could, and focused on the approaching bartender, grateful that she had been able to fight down the blush that had threatened to creep up her cheeks. The man behind the bar was quite elderly, and smartly dressed beneath his surprisingly clean white apron. He gave her a half smile and then turned his eyes on Ringo, swallowing nervousley.
He shook his head apologetically. "I don't really think this is the place,.." he began.
"Whisky," Johnny told him quietly. "Champagne for the Lady."
The silence was deafening.
"Perhaps she'd feel more comfortable at, at the hotel?" the man stammered.
"Come on now Milt," Bill Brocius boomed, stepping up to the bar on the other side of Ringo, a huge grin on his broad face. "Don't be such an old stick in the mud."
Johnny's expression had not changed. His gaze, which focused on the bartender, was unflinching. She had seen that look before, and she realised with horror that he was capable of killing the man if he insisted that she leave.
"Milt, you sour puss!" The voice that spoke up was loud and drunk, but it was clearly the voice of a southern gentleman.
Victoria gazed at the owner of the voice. He was quite tall and well dressed, though uncomfortably thin. Quite a handsome man if you liked that sort, but his pallid complexion, and the sheen of perspiration on his face, made her think he might be ill. What could not be denied was that this man was clearly the worse for drink.
"Surely," the man continued, weaving his way through the crowd of people around the bar. "It cannot be your intention to deny us the pleasure of gazing on such extraordinary beauty?"
Though his attitude did not change, and his gaze never shifted from the bartender towards the man who approached them, she felt a change in Johnny's demeanour that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. There was something between these two that everyone seemed to either know about, or to sense. People began to move away, clearing the space between the two of them.
"Come on now Milt," urged Bill Brocius, clearly feeling the tension himself. "We don't want to be spoiling anyones fun, now do we?"
"No!" the bartender said quickly, reaching for a glass and filling it with whisky as he spoke. He set it down in front of Ringo. "And champagne for our lady guest, coming right up!"
He continued to glare for a moment, and then picked up his whisky and sipped it. "Best pour another one for Bill."
As soon as he spoke the tension vanished, and the atmosphere in the room, along with the volume of noise, returned to normal. The bartender poured another whisky, and a glass of champagne. He put the bottle down beside her glass. The southern man wandered away, after replenishing his own drink, and went to one of the gaming tables where he stood watching a dark haired woman deal the cards.
Angel of the Soul
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Maybe the statement is the problem? Then you could try to get to the story from this page:
http://www.michaelbiehn.co.uk/fiction/browse.php?type=categories&catid=58
It's the second story from the top. But then again there would still first be the warning statement to go through.
Hope this helps!
In the mean time I think I better give this a R rating since the author seems to think so. I thought PG13 was fine, but it's better to err on the side of caution I guess.
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