Jackie Lee Daniels would always defend her friends and family. She could let a lot slide about what people said and did towards her considering she had a big mouth and an even bigger attitude. She knew there were instances when she earned what she got. But when it came to Cheyenne? Her darling and innocent little cousin? Hell no, the gloves came off and the teeth came out. This was the case with that slime bag Ruben. He didn't know how to take no for an answer and Jackie, along with a mess load of folks, were ready to physically beat the word into his thick skull.
But it didn't come to blows. Not this time around. But Jackie knew she couldn't watch Cheyenne every hour of everyday and the young Daniels cousin needed some sort of protection. That is how they ended up sitting on the bed of the guest bedroom Cheyenne had been sleeping in at Jackie's house. Jackie had a thick black plastic box sitting in front of her and worked the padlock free from it. When the top was lifted opened it revealed a large matte black Smith & Wesson .40 caliber handgun with two loaded mags perched beside it. It was by no means dainty. She turned the box and slid it towards Cheyenne. "Figure this'll do the trick." Jackie grinned, knowing above and beyond a doubt that this gun would have the stopping power she desired for her cousin. "We can get yah a hip holster, too. Jus' like mine." Jackie's hand pat the Ruger sitting in the black leather holster at her own hip lovingly.
Cheyenne was sitting cross legged on the bed, a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand beside it. It was early and she'd slept in after the whole Ruben fiasco. Sometimes sleep was best for obliterating things you didn't want to deal with!
It had been unexpected and exceedingly frustrating, not to mention embarrassing. Not just that some creeper was trying to touch her, but that so many people had rushed to help. And it wasn't the help that was causing her some trouble- in truth she was very appreciative. It was the fact that she didn't like a big to-do over herself and that she was already seen as the baby in the family that had to be protected.
When Jackie opened the case and displayed the gun, Chey leaned forward to look at it with interest. It didn't take long for that curious look to fade into one that plainly said, 'are you serious?'
"Jackie! God damn this is huge! How'm I supposed ta carry it around? It'll look like a damn tumor!" She gestured toward it, laughing. "I'm pretty sure under most'a my clothes everyone'll be able ta tell I'm packin'."
Jackie was grinning like a giddy fool from ear to ear, her gaze sweeping relentlessly between Cheyenne and the gun. But then she saw the shift in her cousin's expression and her own quickly followed suit. "Cheyenne! It ain't all 'bout how it looks. An' on the plus side, I'm pretty sure RhyDin is alright with an open carry. You ain't gotta put it under none of yer clothes. You can have it on yer hip." She pointed at the gun. "That's a piece that says 'don't mess with this Daniels girl'."
In the back of her mind, Jackie honestly knew where her cousin was coming from. Even her own handgun was compact enough to not 'cause a scene. But it wasn't that Jackie was trying to be a hypocrite. It was that she knew she would personally feel safer knowing that Cheyenne would be able to defend herself from anything that came her way. Out of all the relatives Jackie went out of her way to not treat Chey like a child, but it didn't mean she didn't worry.
But it didn't come to blows. Not this time around. But Jackie knew she couldn't watch Cheyenne every hour of everyday and the young Daniels cousin needed some sort of protection. That is how they ended up sitting on the bed of the guest bedroom Cheyenne had been sleeping in at Jackie's house. Jackie had a thick black plastic box sitting in front of her and worked the padlock free from it. When the top was lifted opened it revealed a large matte black Smith & Wesson .40 caliber handgun with two loaded mags perched beside it. It was by no means dainty. She turned the box and slid it towards Cheyenne. "Figure this'll do the trick." Jackie grinned, knowing above and beyond a doubt that this gun would have the stopping power she desired for her cousin. "We can get yah a hip holster, too. Jus' like mine." Jackie's hand pat the Ruger sitting in the black leather holster at her own hip lovingly.
Cheyenne was sitting cross legged on the bed, a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand beside it. It was early and she'd slept in after the whole Ruben fiasco. Sometimes sleep was best for obliterating things you didn't want to deal with!
It had been unexpected and exceedingly frustrating, not to mention embarrassing. Not just that some creeper was trying to touch her, but that so many people had rushed to help. And it wasn't the help that was causing her some trouble- in truth she was very appreciative. It was the fact that she didn't like a big to-do over herself and that she was already seen as the baby in the family that had to be protected.
When Jackie opened the case and displayed the gun, Chey leaned forward to look at it with interest. It didn't take long for that curious look to fade into one that plainly said, 'are you serious?'
"Jackie! God damn this is huge! How'm I supposed ta carry it around? It'll look like a damn tumor!" She gestured toward it, laughing. "I'm pretty sure under most'a my clothes everyone'll be able ta tell I'm packin'."
Jackie was grinning like a giddy fool from ear to ear, her gaze sweeping relentlessly between Cheyenne and the gun. But then she saw the shift in her cousin's expression and her own quickly followed suit. "Cheyenne! It ain't all 'bout how it looks. An' on the plus side, I'm pretty sure RhyDin is alright with an open carry. You ain't gotta put it under none of yer clothes. You can have it on yer hip." She pointed at the gun. "That's a piece that says 'don't mess with this Daniels girl'."
In the back of her mind, Jackie honestly knew where her cousin was coming from. Even her own handgun was compact enough to not 'cause a scene. But it wasn't that Jackie was trying to be a hypocrite. It was that she knew she would personally feel safer knowing that Cheyenne would be able to defend herself from anything that came her way. Out of all the relatives Jackie went out of her way to not treat Chey like a child, but it didn't mean she didn't worry.