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Before it Falls

"Ma!" The young silhouette ran through the fields as the child went to the adult who was enjoying the breeze of the wind. The adult hair, it was flowing with the wind. The adult gently kneeled down, preparing to meet the child who was panting, trying to get his breath from all the running he did.

"Slow down, sheriff!" She joked as the child ran straight into her arms. The child looked up from the embrace and sent her a charming smile. This cause her to narrow her eyes.

"Jesse McCree, what in the frick frack did you do this time?"

"Nuthin' Ma!" The child wriggled his way out from her arms. His reaction to his escape, made him to roll backwards from her body and onto the ground. He let out a laugh as his position.

She joined him, instead of laughing, she mercilessly tickled him. "You better tell me, young man!" She gently asked him.

"I-- can't!- Hahaha-" He answered her, in between the laughter. "Ma!- Hahaha- S-stop!-" He wheezed for air. He really regretted not telling her what he did. He doesn't want to hurt her feelings.

It all happen when (Name) got a basket from outside of her doorstep. A infant was sleeping soundly as she peeked from the cover of the blanket. Someone has left their child here and they let her to take care of it. Her mood went rage then to, calm as she softly scooped the child into her arms. He let out a small yawn before revealing the soft brown honey eyes.

"Hey there, little buddy." She cooed at him. The wave of relief washed over her. The baby was alright and he was fine. She brought the child in and its basket into her house. The child, what she learnt has a name, Jesse McCree.

Her lifestyle changed from a single adult to an adoptive parent. She was proud of raising him, loving him, giving him the Mother Figure he needs. She watched him made his first walk, listen to his first word, measured his height, watching old movies that involves cowboys and justice. Everything she done for him, her was the first woman to said, "I love you."

She may not be his real mother but at least she raised and love him like a real mother.

His laughter trail off when she stop tickling him. She brushed his brown locks from his face. "Ma!" He whined, he used his hands to squished her cheeks. "Mah hair's fine."

"I know." She ruffled his hair. She got up and dusted away the dirt from her long skirt. She then offered her hand to him. Jesse accepted it and followed her. The both of them had a quiet walk. Jesse enjoyed this sweet moment he had. It was one of those days where no words were shared.

In the household, Jesse would help her in the kitchen, cooking, learning new recipes from her, aid her with the chores, cleaning, doing the laundry, and tending the farm. He even pick up a skill on horse riding from one of her friends.

"What's for dinner, Ma?" He plop himself unto the kitchen counter. She playfully smacked him with water. He cover himself with his arm but the water had already attacked him.

"You're favourite." Jesse grin widened in glee when you made chicken pie. He quickly hop off the counter and started to set the table with forks, spoons, bowls, napkins and cups.

Once you place the warm tray onto the dining table, you served the pie to him and yourself.

"What did you do today?" The pie has stream of steam flowing out from it. Jesse was cutting the pie with the fork, he didn't use the knife. He prefer the fork.

"Just plain' old horse riding." His mouth was filled with the chicken filling from the pie. She reached out from her side of the table and cover his mouth.

"Did I teach you to eat with your mouth close?"

His voice was muffled. Nevertheless, he understood her. He learn his manners and he was a gentleman in training. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Dinner went well. Jesse, as always, weave his way to help out to help her to clean the dishes.

"By the way, I'll be heading to town to help an old friend and I want you stay here. Keep the farm and house safe for me." Now they are at her bedroom, watching another old movie. Jesse was snuggled up with the blankets and his head was leaning against her shoulder.

"What about gifts?" The scarf he wore was from the basket. The basket he was left behind from his real parents. That was the only thing he had left he remembered them by.

"Speaking of them," She leaned away from the pillows. Jesse raised an eyebrow why as he watched her scavenged her wardrobe for a box. A box that kept a hat that he knows. "I forgot to give you this beauty." A hat, those hat he from the western movie. His eyes sparkled in glee as you took the hat from your grasp.

"This for me?" He couldn't keep his excitement in check. He was studying the hat.

"It's a little big for you and yeah," She put away the box back into her wardrobe as she made her way back to the bed. She watched Jesse put on the hat. The hat covered his head and it tilted forward, covering his eyesight. "It's yours."

"Thank you kindly, Ma!" He arranged his hat before giving her a hug. A thankful and grateful hug. She returned it with all of her love that poured out.

The television had played out the movie. It was one of his favourites and Jesse was in a happy mood.

The next day rolled by, (Name) said her goodbyes and kisses to his forehead. "You be good and protect the house while I'm gone."

Jesse gave her a salute. "Don't worry, darlin'. Sheriff McCree is here to protect the house from bad guys!"

She gave him one last hug, since she was kneeling in front of him, and gave him a salute. "Be safe, Ma." He softly spoke out.

"You too, my little Sheriff."

With that, she stood up and took a hoverbike. She glanced at Jesse, who watches her from the doorway of the front porch. She turn the ignition of the bike and ride off.

Little did they know, it will be the last time they will see each other.

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a trip to feels land, no?
anyway, should i make Part 2?