The Perfect Holiday After All
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Category:
M through R › Patriot, The
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,819
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Patriot, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Perfect Holiday After All
MOVIE BASE: The Patriot (AU – Tavington didn’t die in the final battle)
DISCLAIMER: The usual - I do not own these characters or the movie, not trying to make any profit, etc, etc.
CHARACTERS: Benjamin Martin and William Tavington
FEEDBACK FOR AUTHOR MAX G: Feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated on or off-site goss6@sover.net
AUTHOR NOTE: Character thoughts are within dashes --
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Benjamin looked around the God-forsaken town he had drifted ithe the night before. It truly was a one-horse town. But, the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. It was an entirely different atmosphere than the city of Charles Town he had left behind. He felt anonymous. And that was good.
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Ten years had passed. His second wife Charlotte was gone in childbirth just like his Elizabeth had suffered, although, this time, there had been no baby left behind. It had just about broken him completely. Forsaking women, the only comfort remaining in his hand, he had put every effort left in him into working on the re-built plantation and keeping it prosperous for his children.
His eldest daughter, Margaret, married the year before and took his youngest, Susan, with her to her new home in Boston to help when the first babe was birthed. And his three sons, all men now, had taken on the plantation, expanding it and readying it for their wives. That had left Benjamin alone, no more children to raise ...... nothing to do. He no longer felt needed as anything more than a storyteller of how the war had been won .... and he was tired of it. He was tired of people honoring him, toasting him and reminding him of his loss; especially on the holiday he dreaded the most, the Fourth of July.
He had known it was time to leave.
After having spent more and more time in the forest, alone, trying to come to terms with his past and his bleak future, Benjamin Martin had one day up and decided that what he needed to do was to travel. He needed to travel out west to an area recently under expansion that he had never seen and never would see if he didn’t do it before what little life was left in his bones withered and died.
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His thoughts back on the present, Benjamin walked into the tavern. - No matter where you travel, there always seems to be watering holes for men, - he thought ruefully. And this tavern was no different. Similar to all the others since crossing the Mississippi; two-story buildings with men playing cards or drinking and haggard-looking wenches wandering around or sitting on their laps.
"Whiskey," he grunted to the bartender and sat down to order a meal.
And that's when it happened. He saw a flash of long dark hair and chiseled cheeks and almost choked on his whiskey.
- Tavington?! Alive?! - It took every ounce of his willpower not to simply pull out his pistol and shoot.
- No. A trick of the light. Must be, - he thought next and tried to look closer at the man in the corner to be certain of his identity before spilling his blood.
It was no trick of the light, however, and Benjamin knew that in his gut ..… knew that the murderer who had taken his two sons from him was now sitting across the room drinking and fondling a woman. And with that instinctual knowledge came certainty. Benjamin was going to get his revenge .... soon.
(END CHAPTER 1)
DISCLAIMER: The usual - I do not own these characters or the movie, not trying to make any profit, etc, etc.
CHARACTERS: Benjamin Martin and William Tavington
FEEDBACK FOR AUTHOR MAX G: Feedback and constructive criticism is much appreciated on or off-site goss6@sover.net
AUTHOR NOTE: Character thoughts are within dashes --
============================================
Benjamin looked around the God-forsaken town he had drifted ithe the night before. It truly was a one-horse town. But, the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. It was an entirely different atmosphere than the city of Charles Town he had left behind. He felt anonymous. And that was good.
***********************
Ten years had passed. His second wife Charlotte was gone in childbirth just like his Elizabeth had suffered, although, this time, there had been no baby left behind. It had just about broken him completely. Forsaking women, the only comfort remaining in his hand, he had put every effort left in him into working on the re-built plantation and keeping it prosperous for his children.
His eldest daughter, Margaret, married the year before and took his youngest, Susan, with her to her new home in Boston to help when the first babe was birthed. And his three sons, all men now, had taken on the plantation, expanding it and readying it for their wives. That had left Benjamin alone, no more children to raise ...... nothing to do. He no longer felt needed as anything more than a storyteller of how the war had been won .... and he was tired of it. He was tired of people honoring him, toasting him and reminding him of his loss; especially on the holiday he dreaded the most, the Fourth of July.
He had known it was time to leave.
After having spent more and more time in the forest, alone, trying to come to terms with his past and his bleak future, Benjamin Martin had one day up and decided that what he needed to do was to travel. He needed to travel out west to an area recently under expansion that he had never seen and never would see if he didn’t do it before what little life was left in his bones withered and died.
*********************************
His thoughts back on the present, Benjamin walked into the tavern. - No matter where you travel, there always seems to be watering holes for men, - he thought ruefully. And this tavern was no different. Similar to all the others since crossing the Mississippi; two-story buildings with men playing cards or drinking and haggard-looking wenches wandering around or sitting on their laps.
"Whiskey," he grunted to the bartender and sat down to order a meal.
And that's when it happened. He saw a flash of long dark hair and chiseled cheeks and almost choked on his whiskey.
- Tavington?! Alive?! - It took every ounce of his willpower not to simply pull out his pistol and shoot.
- No. A trick of the light. Must be, - he thought next and tried to look closer at the man in the corner to be certain of his identity before spilling his blood.
It was no trick of the light, however, and Benjamin knew that in his gut ..… knew that the murderer who had taken his two sons from him was now sitting across the room drinking and fondling a woman. And with that instinctual knowledge came certainty. Benjamin was going to get his revenge .... soon.
(END CHAPTER 1)