Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

The Moonstone landed and Grady was there to meet his boss at the pad in the truck. John was tired and quite dejected. Grady said nothing to him knowing full well what he had just been through and what he may face.
"He didn't speak one word coming here," said Captain Vincent to Grady, "never has he been like this."
"Mrs. Holliday will take care of him," was his answer as the two men went about their business. The Moonstone lifted off to return to it's base while Grady drove his master home. He never spoke a word to him either. He quietly entered his house. Hanging his robe on a wall hook with his hat, he quietly walked to his West room and closed the door.

Confused, Grady looked over at Mrs. Holliday who was equally confused.
"Mrs. Holliday," he said softly, "I do believe you have your work cut out for you."
"Hai," she said, looking at the door.

Quietly, she entered the room. She had read the report, heard his broadcast and knew what he was willing to do to make it right. That in itself scared her but she never thought of herself, only him. He needed her. He knew it but slow, boiling anger filled him. She quietly walked up behind him as he played his piano, placing her hands on his shoulders. For the moment, she stood silent, hoping he would speak first. He didn't. She stood with her head hung unsure of what to do.

He stopped finally but still said nothing. Finally, in a soft voice, almost helpless, she said, "Say something, John."
He looked forward and spoke softly, "I failed, Dahlin'."
She hung her head again. Then, she hunkered down behind him and hugged him from behind, "No, John Henry, you did not. I think you being to hard on yourself."

Still looking forward, he answered, "Dahlin', if the Liberty government takes me up on what I said, you do know I could be incarcerated for the birth of our child do you not?"

She then went around the front of him and looked him in the face, "You are not going to jail, John Henry. You did nothing wrong."
She then stood up and opened her dress. Taking his hands, she placed them on her stomach, "We will not let you."

He sighed as he let her go as she closed her dress again. He then stood up. He took her in his arms and held her, "I only hope you are right. For now, don't let go."
And she didn't. He needed her touch, her sensitivity, her confidence and he just held on, trying to draw it from her. For the moment, he felt safe. The thoughts of what could be seemed to fade, if only for a moment.

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