© By Julie Gray

Milly played by Eliza Scanlen

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Ethan played by Boyd Holbrook

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AUTHORS NOTE: This is part four in one of my untitled short stories. You can read part one here.

SHORT STORY TRIGGER WARNING – This short story contains elements of assault, sexual assault, violence and death.

Milly got to thinking she really didn’t know all that much about Ethan. And even though they had spent a lot of their time over the last week or so training with the knife and what not, Ethan wasn’t much for talking.

And while Milly didn’t mind the long silences between them, her brain was racing around all over the place.

So Milly thought it was about time she got some of those burning questions in her head answered. 


“Mmm… what?” Ethan mumbled, sounding half asleep.

“Do you have any… family?”

Milly figured this would be a simple question to answer.

“Brothers… three of em’–which reminds me. I gotta be pressin’ on soon. We’ll be partin’ ways, got business to attend to,”

“B… but what about my gun training?” Milly asked, looking across at Ethan who was still lying with his back to her, hat pulled down over his head. 

“Yea well, gonna have to be another time, assumin’ I come back this way,” he mumbled

“But don’t you worry none, I’ll letcha’ keep the knife,” he continued, shuffling around in the dark.

“Well, couldn’t you just let me tag along with,”…

“No way in hell is that happenin!’” he said, cutting Milly off before she could say another word.

Milly went quiet. She knew that sound in Ethan’s voice all too well. It was time for the talking to stop. But Milly’s mind was still racing with a hundred questions to ask and so far only one answer.

And then it just kinda came out.

“You’re one of the Jackson brothers, aren’t you?” Milly asked.

Milly could hear the sound of her heart beat getting louder and louder in her ears.

She laid there, too afraid to even look in Ethan’s direction. Milly debated with herself about it – one side of her was saying she was too nosey for her own good and the other was telling her she could do whatever she felt was right. And she felt that she and Ethan had spent enough time together now to be friends, and friends shared things with each other.

That’s what her momma told her, and she never forgot it.

She strained her ears and listened for any sign that Ethan might get up from his blanket to come and crack her neck in two.

But Ethan did nothing.

He just lay there, motionless for a long while.

“Night Milly” Ethan finally replied

But Milly didn’t hear him. She forgot all about her question and drifted off into a deep sleep.

When Milly finally woke up the next morning, Ethan was already gone.


You can read part V of this story here

Categories: Short Stories, Tales of the West Series - Book I Part I Milly

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  1. Untitled Short Story – Part III – The Broken Quill

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