开云体育

my mail seems to make a mess of my posts when I paste them into email so here is the word attachment that I forgot to include with the original post. might be easier to read. Thanks Linda

Cheyanne woke to the aroma of frying bacon. She could hear voices in the other room talking just above a whisper. A tiny whimper from the wooden box on the floor next to her bed drew her attention. Vins Christmas gift stirred in his blanket. Cheyenne moved her own blankets aside, slide out of bed and quickly scooped the little wolf pup up into her arms he squirmed and wriggled. “I understand little one” She set the pup down for a moment while she took the quilt from the end of her bed and wrapped it around her shoulders then picking the pup up again she made her way into the other room. “Mornin Annie” Josiah greeted her “Breakfast is about ready” Vin stood and politely pulled a chair out from under the table for her to sit in. “He is restless I must take him outside.” “Here, I’ll take him.” Vin offered as he promptly grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and put it on then gently took the pup from Cheyanne’s arms. “I'll clear him a spot so he won’t have to traipse threw all the snow.” Cheyenne gave the bounty hunter a thankful smile and followed him to the door. Tightening the quilt around her shoulders against the cold Cheyanne looked out toward the barn. Though the biggest part of the snowstorm seemed to be over, small flakes still fluttered lightly over the ground. “Barn doors are still shut Annie, I looked out there first thing this morning.” Josiah smiled as he set a plate of bacon on the table. He didn’t’ have to look over at her to know she was worried about her horse. “Come have some breakfast, Vin and I will clear a path to the barn after we eat so you can tend to Blaze.” Cheyanne flashed her guardian a grateful grin before returning to her room to dress. ** Belle sipped at the hot coffee in her cup as she peered out the window of her up stairs room down into the street below. The snow had stopped for the most part thank goodness, save for a few small flakes that slowly floated down from the roof tops with the gentle breeze. The streets were quiet although there were a few towns folk that had begun to clear the walkways in front of their shops, something she told herself that she needed to be doing as soon as she finished her coffee.It wasChristmas Eve morning and a feeling of melancholy drifted over her. She missed her father and Brother. Even Though life had not always been easy in recent years a part of her still missed the holiday festivities with her family.Mr. Sanchez had mentioned a church service this evening. From what she had heard from the towns people there had not been a service in the rundown old church in many years, and there were some who had their doubts as to Mr. Sanchez’s preaching ability’s. But Belle was looking forward to it.A Christmas Eve services was just what she needed to help her get over her holiday recession. By the time Belle ready herself and made her way downstairs and out the front door to take on the daunting task of shoveling the walks in front of her store she was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to find some kind soul had already done the job for her. Belle looked up and down the walk hoping to see who had been so thoughtful when she spied Mr. Sanchez and some of the other men a few doors down shoveling their way towards the Clarion. “Good Morning. I take it I have you men to thank for clearing the walkway for me?” Josiah stopped, turned, politely removed his hat and leaned on his shovel. “Good Morning Miss Chandler, why it was your beautiful smile that just melted that snow plum away ma’m.” Josiah grinned Belle blushed. “Why Thank You Mr. Sanchez, but I’m more inclined to believe it was your hard work and the rest of you. Thank You, your kindness is very much appreciated.” “Just doin our part ma’m” Vin tipped his hat and went back to shoveling. “Are you still planning on holding church services this evening Mr. Sanchez?” “That I am Ma’m will you be attending?” “I’m looking forward to it.” Belle smiled. “I’ll see you then” With that Bell retreated back into the store. Josiah let out a smitten sigh holding his hat over his heart. Vin and JD shar

"So Ms. Molly O'Rouke. Are you at Four Corners by way of Ireland?" Mr. Kay asked from the other side of the room. He'd made himself comfortable against the wall by the stove. His legs were crossed and Molly was only slightly surprised to note he still had his shoes on. "No. Baltimore," she answered. "It's warmer over on this side of the room," he said. Molly stood from where she'd been sitting at her desk for the past quarter hour and paced to the window. The view hadn't changed and hopefully it was just in her imagination that the show was coming down even heavier. "And did you teach in Baltimore?" Mr. Kay asked. "Perhaps on the art of conversation?" "You're mocking me," Molly said from her spot at the window. "I'm trying to distract you from our current situation. Though there are are much more interesting ways we could be distracting to each other." "I am not interested in revisiting that subject with you, Mr. Kay," Molly said. "So who is he?" Mr. Kay asked. "He?" Molly repeated. "The man that is lucky enough to have claimed you?" Molly wanted to scold that she'd not be 'claimed' by anyone as so much a piece of property but had not the energy to engage Mr. Kay. "His name is Buck Wilmington. He is employed on behalf of His Honor, Judge Orin Travis as one of seven to protect Four Corners." "So noted," Mr. Kay responded. "One can only hope," Molly muttered, pacing back to her desk. "So, Baltimore. Not many Irish there. Most go to New York or Chicago." "I was a governess," Molly replied. "Why not stay?" he asked. "You can't tell me being a teacher in the middle of nowhere had appeal?" "What about you, Mr. Kay? What brings you to Four Corners?" Molly asked. "I had a business proposition for Lily," he responded. "And you're dodging my question." Molly paced back to the desk, pulling her coat tight around her. The temperature in the school was dropping. She glanced over to the basket by the stove to see there were only a few pieces of wood left in it. Mr. Kay glanced over at the basket. Shifting his weight he stood, rolling down his sleeves and walked over to the basket, picking up a piece of the wood and putting it in the stove, stoking the fire a bit higher. Molly walked into the library and retrieved his jacket and overcoat and firmly closed the door behind her hoping to keep as much of the warmth in the school as possible. The rest of the night passed restlessly for Molly. Mr. Kay had convinced her to sit next to him nearest the stove. She'd dozed, waking up to see that his overcoat was covering her legs. A faint light was coming in through the windows. But it wasn't the light that had woken her, it was something else. A noise, a sound. Molly sat up and brushed the overcoat off her legs. There it was again. 'Oh please, please don't let that be my imagination,' Molly thought, gathering her skirts up enough so she could kneel and then stand. "Is it too much to hope that you've now changed your mind?" Mr. Kay's voice thick with sleep came next to her. Forget her ankles, he'd seen the better part of her legs as she'd scrambled to stand. "Oh do hush, Mr. Kay," Molly said. "Listen." There it was again. Her name being shouted by Buck. Molly opened the door letting in snow that had drifted against it and Buck. Without a word he pulled her into his arms and Molly took in a breath. Even in winter he smelled like sweet grass. Lifting her head up she met his lips with her own. The clearing of a throat broke them apart. "Later," Buck murmured to her. For the first time in hours, warmth filled Molly's body.

?While not as heavy as earlier the storm continued to drop flakes on their town. Emma was thankful that she’d asked JD to bring in some wood for her stove two days earlier. There’d be enough to keep her and Nathan warmth through the night and into tomorrow if needed. Food was another story. She’d had a few things tucked away; a carrot, an onion, and a pair of potatoes. It wasn’t much but fried up, it kept them both from starving for the night. “Awful good meal Miss Emma.” Nathan said with a satisfied smile. “I probably should have kept back one of the potatoes for the morning.” “I’d wager by morning we’ll be able to make our way.” He took a sip of tea. “And I don’t imagine Ezra would stand not knowing you’re safe longer than that. Half surprised he didn’t try coming to get you in the storm.” “He wouldn’t be that careless.” “Maybe not. But when those fellas took ya, I had to make sure and stitch him up good because nothing was going to stop him from riding out to find you.” “Was it really that bad?” When Emma has asked, Ezra had played it off, made it sound like the bullet barely grazed him. “Wasn’t as bad as it coulda been. Vin was worse off. But neither man should have been out on horseback.” Lily stood at the window in her room watching the snow fall. It had slowed considerably in the last few hours. A strange silence had fallen over the small town. She could almost envision families cuddled around stoves and fireplaces taking refuge from the weather. “Anything the matter?” Ezra’s voice came from her doorway. Lily turned and smiled. “No, just admiring the beauty of it.” Ezra snorted in derision. “Oh now, I know you don’t care for it because you’re worried about Emma. I dare say that if she were here and you could lock yourselves away in your room, you would have no issue with Mother Earth.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “A fair evaluation of the situation.” Emma’s shop sat along the same side of street as the saloon which meant he couldn’t even try to see if a light burned inside. “If she didn’t stay in her shop, then she found refuge somewhere else. Perhaps with Mary or at the mercantile.” She crossed the room and laid a hand on his arm. “She is safe and will be back with you again.”

Hello ladies. I'm afraid that my muse has take a vacation with out my permission. I haven't been able to write a thing for any of my fandoms or my on going stories in my hero zone group. I am just drawing a blank on everything. so until I can coax my muse back from her unscheduled vacation. I am going on hiatus for a while. Given the fact that we haven't had a post since January and it's the end of March I'm thinking this group will be on hiatus as well. Have a great summer ya'll Linda

HI, Just wondering if anyone is still around and if you are all surviving the cold. I know it's been a real deep freeze in some places. Down to 12 degrees here and I know other places have been in the minuses. Is anyone still interested in writing? I've been doing my writing in my Combination group. I've been working on my V RPG story that starts from the arrival of the visitors. Ill be doing more with others story's also. Any way just saying hello hope everyone is doing well. Take Care ~L

"Shall we deal you in?" Ezra asked as Lily set the bottle of whiskey on the table. Chris nodded in thanks. She laughed and shook her head. The saloon was empty but for their table. Snow and wind blew outside. Lily wrapped a shawl around her shoulders. "I've never seen weather like this." This was the first time Lily had seen snow. From what the mean had said, it was rare even in this part of the country. The door burst open, snow and wind chilling the room. Buck pushed the door shut behind him, brushing snow off his shoulders. "Can't see a damn thing out there. I was going to go over to make sure that Mary and Molly are settled and can't see across the street." Anyone who had spent any time on the prairies knew stories of folks losing their way in the few feet between their house and the barn and dying out in the snow. "She ain't with Ms. Travis." JD spoke up from where he was camped by the stove. "She's at the school." "At the school?" Buck hit JD with his hat. "Why didn't you bring her over here?" "She asked me to help take the kids home. But she wasn't alone." JD nodded toward Lily. "Lily's friend was there." "Deacon? Deacon is with her?" Lily's brow furrowed. "Yep, so at least she ain't alone." Emma had lost track of the time. She'd only meant to go to the shop to collect some handwork and pieces that she could work on in the saloon. The wind and snow had come on so quickly. She could make the faintest outlines of the buildings across the street. Taking a peek out the back had been even worse. It was a landscape of blowing snow, white swirls blocking out anything. Fear gripped her chest as she remembered wandering the storm months and months ago. She had could wait out this storm in the shop. It couldn't last more than a few hours, she assumed. It wasn't the first time she'd seen snow. She'd come from Chicago, snow was part of every winter. But this was different. The front door rattled and swung open. Cold air filled the room before the door was shut again. "Miss Emma, what are you doing in here? You ought to be over at the saloon." Nathan rubbed his hands together. "I could say the same to you." She took his arm. "Come stand by the stove. What are you doing out?" "Was headed that way when I saw you in here. I dare say Ezra's going to be beside himself in worry." "I was going to head there, but then," she stared out the window. "I thought I'd just wait it out." "Probably best." Nathan held his hands over the heat of the stove. "Person could get lost out there." "You must stay too." "Uh, I don't know, ma'am. Not sure what folks would say about that." "I care little about what they might say. I could not live with myself if something happened to you. Were it not for you, I'd probably be dead." "Are we to assume by that look that you do not feel that our young schoolteacher is safe in the company of Mr. Kay?" Ezra asked as he shuffled cards. Ezra had a sense of the man in the time he'd spent in Four Corners. There was something about him that he didn't quite trust, though Lily certainly did. "What? Oh no, it's not that... I just...," she stalled her words as she stared out at the raging storm. "Just what?" Chris hadn't trusted Deacon Kay from the moment he stepped off the stagecoach. He hadn't done anything while he'd been in town, but the feeling he gave Chris made him distrustful. He was a little too polished; too quick with a smile. Chris had known too many men like that, men that in the end would sell you out to save themselves. Ezra had been that type of man when they first met. He didn't hold the same opinion of the gambler anymore. Ezra had proved himself many times. "Oh it's nothing," Lily tried to smile, "Deacon wouldn't overstep any boundaries, but he can be a bit of a scoundrel." "What's that mean?" Buck huffed up his chest. He was already burning to race into the storm to fetch Molly. "Mr. Wilmington, I would think if anyone would know the definition of the scoundrel, it'd be you." Ezra smiled and stood from the table. "Excuse me a moment, won't you." "How long do you think the snow will fall?" Emma poured

Josiah shielded his eyes from the biting wind and blowing snow. “Cheyanne!” he shouted as loud as he could so that his voice would carry over the encompassing wind. Cheyanne threw another arm full of hay into Blazes stall. She’d already seen to Josiah’s horse and was doing her best to keep her steed calm. Storms made the black and white paint nervous and this one in particular seemed to have him more anxious than usual, especially the wind, he was even refusing the sugar cube Cheyanne offered him. “Annie!” Josiah called to her as he was half blown in through the barn doors he held tight to the inside of the door to regain his footing.“Com’on girl, you need to get inside” “No.” She insisted “Blaze is very afraid. I must stay with him.” Josiah let the doors swing open and strode purposely over to her. Today he was not taking no for an answer and took hold of her arm.“He’ll be fine, now you get your tail into that house before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you there you hear.” Cheyanne had not heard that fearful fatherly tone from her guardian in a very long time, she knew what that tone meant, something bad was coming. The authoritative sound in his voice assured her that Josiah meant business and he meant it now.Telling the horse in her native Cheyenne language that he would be alright she gave Blaze one last gentle pat and reluctantly obeyed. “Yes Josiah” Josiah closed and latched the barn doors from the outside to keep them from blowing open. Cheyanne shielded her face against Josiah holding tightly to him as they made their way through the blinding snow back to the house. Once inside Josiah pulled off his coat and hung it on one of the hooks next to the door, then put another log on the fire thankful he’d brought in extra wood earlier. Cheyanne hung her shawl next to Josiah’s coat then moved to the window over the sink and stood there looking out at the barn doors. Even though they were latched the wind was so strong that they still rattled. Josiah came up behind her wrapping his comforting arms around her. “Don’t worry so much, He’s safe and warm in that barn, he’s got plenty of hay and water. He’ll calm down. “ “I have never seen him like this Josiah.” A commotion out in the church interrupted anymore comforting words Josiah could offer. Both he and Cheyanne rushed to see what the disturbance was. Vin shook the snow off and grinned when Josiah and Cheyanne came through the door from Cheyanne’s residence. The surprised look on their faces nearly made him chuckle. “Well, since Christmas is only a few days away and you mentioned you were thinkin’ about gettin’ a tree for the church, just thought I’d do my part and donate one, for the church you know.”His voice said the church but his eyes were on Cheyanne. “Well now brother Vin that is right kind of you.” Josiah walked up to his friend giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder and a wink that Vin acknowledged with a small nod of his own. Truth be told, the two of them had planned this all along, getting a tree, not so much for the church as for Cheyanne. It had been several years since they had had a real Christmas. Now that they had set down roots, and given everything Cheyanne had been through this year. Josiah wanted to make this holiday special for her. “I Think right up there on the pulpit would be a good place to set this handsome tree. What do you think Annie? We could make some fine ornaments and string some corn, it’d give us something to do while we wait for the storm to pass. Vin did you get those supply’s I asked for while you were in Eagle Bend.” Vin Helped Josiah to set the tree on the pulpit in the corner opposite Cheyanne’s door then nodded. “Yup sure did they’re over there in the corner.”He tilted his head toward the back corner of the church. A noise from behind the back pew drew Cheyanne’s attention from the tree. “Oh ya, I almost forgot, there’s one more thing” Vin quickly finished helping Josiah secure the tree in place then hurried over and retrieved a box from behind the pew. He handed it to Cheyanne who eyed him curiously. “Merry Christmas Cheyanne. I know it ain’t quite Christmas yet, but I don’t think this present can wait much longer, best open it now.” Something inside the box moved and a small whimper echoed inside. Cheyanne carefully untied the string while Vin held the box steady. A little black nose poked up out between the flaps of the package, then two little ears and a head as the fluffy little 9-10-week-old wolf pup struggled to free himself from the confines of the box, a big red ribbon was around his neck. Cheyanne’s heart melted as she reached for the little animal, she cooed and spoke softly to it in her French/Cheyenne language as she lifted him from his confinement and snuggled the little pup close to her. “Little feller lost his mama.” Vin told her as he set the box aside. “I found him out in the woods near where I found the tree poor little guy was half froze. Knowin how you are with critters ‘n’ all I thought maybe you’d be a good substitute mama for him.” Cheyanne looked up at him and for the first time in months genuinely smiled.“A’ho” Seeing the sparkle in Cheyanne’s eyes again was all the thanks Vin needed. He tipped the brim of his hat to her “A’ho” Josiah grinned and nodded approvingly. He had not seen the light shine so brightly in his ward’s eyes in a very long time. “well what are you going to call him Annie?” “I do not know” she giggled as the pup stood in her arms and licked at her nose.“he will earn his name soon enough.” Taking his gaze from Cheyanne Vin turned toward the door. “I Best get the buckboard back and get the horses to the livery, snow’s comin down pretty hard and that winds bound to start it driften.” “Vin” Cheyanne called to him. Hearing his name Vin turned to face her. “When you have finished, I have food inside, you are welcome to eat with us.” Vin let a smile escape and politely removed his hat. “I’ld like that.” Josiah had been watching the two of them with a twinkle in his eye. His Annie was slowly starting to get her life back. He could see the deference in the way she smiled at Vin. A few months ago she wouldn’t so much as come out of the house when anyone was around, and when she did it wasn’t for long and she would quickly retreat back into thesafety of her home. Especially when it came to Vin. Now she was inviting him to dinner. It warmed his heart to see her coming out of the darkness that had overshadowed her for so long. “Vin, why don’t you let me take the horses and buck board back to the livery.” Josiah offered “I should go check on Miss Chandler make sure she’s got everything she needs to hunker down in this storm since she’s all alone you know. You stay here and have some of Annie’s stew and get warmed up.” Vin did his best to hide a knowing grin, it was no secret that Josiah had been smitten with the new store keeper since her arrival. Cheyanne followed Josiah into her living area while he retrieved his coat. “Josiah?” Her concern for him had replaced the joy that masked her delicate features only moments ago. “I’ll be alright, and so will you. I won’t be long” he assured her laying a comforting hand on her cheek.“Vin, you make sure she don’t try to go out to that barn.”Josiah warned before shutting the church doors behind him. * It took Josiah longer that he had expected to get the horses and buckboard back to the livery. The snow was indeed beginning to drift by the time he made it to the Mercantile. The wind gusts were enough to knock even the strongest man to the ground. The doors to the store were locked, and the sign in the window read Closed. Josiah pounded on the door for what seemed like an eternity until Belle finally answered. “Mr. Sanchez, what are you doing out on a day like this? Come in. Is there something important you are in need of that would have you braving this weather?” “No M’am” Josiah answered humbly removing his hat. “I Just thought I would check on you. and see if there was anything you needed to weather out this storm. Do you have enough wood for the fire?” Belle smiled sincerely appreciative of Josiah’s gesture. “That’s very kind of you and Yes I have plenty, Young JD was good enough yesterday to make sure I was overly stocked. I’m fine, thank you for being concerned.” “We’d be glad to have you at the church it might be safer? Cheyanne’s a mighty good cook and suppers on the stove.” Belle was grateful for the invitation but refused. She had every intention of spending this unexpected time to herself writing letters to her he father and brother and catching up on some reading. “Thank you very much for your kindness Mr. Sanchez but..” “Please M’am , Josiah ” he interrupted. “Josiah” Belle blushed “but I’ve had my supper and as you can see I have all that I need here in the store. I plan on settling in with a good book and turning in early.” “If you insist m’am, I won’t keep you enjoy your evening.” Putting his hat back in its place he politely tipped the brim to her and turned to leave suddenly snapping his fingers as if he had forgotten something he quickly spun back around. “I’ll be conducting a small service on Christmas eve at the church, if you’d like to join us, around 7:00.” “I will remember that, Thank You for the invitation Mr., I mean, Josiah. It’s been a long while since I’ve attended a Christmas service. I look forward to it.” “Until then” Josiah smiled graciously bowing slightly with a tug on his hat brim before he started back toward the church. * Josiah, Vin and Cheyanne finished a supper of hot stew and warm fresh bread.Josiah popped corn in a pot over the fire as the snow storm raged outside.Cheyanne strung the popped corn into a garland for the tree which proved to be a bit of a task trying to keep Josiah and Vin from eating her decoration.The three of them spent the rest of the evening adorning the Christmas tree with the popcorn strings and wooden ornaments that Josiah had carved for just this occasion along with several pine cones Vin had picked up along the way. As Josiah set the wooden star on the top of the tree then began lighting the candles that sat in small candle holders secured to several of the branches Cheyanne took a step back and was suddenly quiet, a tear escaped from the corner of her eye as a memory from the past abruptly popped into her mind. A memory she had long forgotten. Josiah quickly picked up on the sadness that fell over the young woman who only moments ago seemed so happy. “Annie? What is it?” “Papa” she answered softly as she wiped away a tear. “I remember When I was little, he did this with the tree, it was Christmas eve. He gave me a present he had sold many beaver pelts to buy.It was a store-bought doll. She was like me, dressed in buckskins with braided hair.When I was older Blue Leaf told me he had taken the doll to her and asked her to make her look more Indian.”saddened eyes looked up at him for solace. “I miss them” Josiah put a comforting arm around her shoulder and did his best to ease her melancholy. “They loved you very much, let their memory bring you comfort, not sadness. I know for a fact they would both be very proud you and how far you have come. I know I am.” Cheyanne offered him a small appreciative smile. The howl of the wind and a sudden gust blowing the church doors open sent Vin and Josiah running to close them and startled the little wolf who’d been laying in the corner on a blanket sleeping. Cheyanne hurried over and gathered him in her arms blanket and all. The drifted snow made it hard for the men to get the doors shut but perseverance paid off and the church doors finally closed. Josiah had to bolt them from the inside. Vin helped to set a couple of benches in front of it to make sure they didn’t blow open during the night. “I’ve got an extra bedroll, Vin you best sleep here tonight.” “Appreciate it Josiah.” “Blaze!”Her horses name fearfully erupted from Cheyanne’s lips. She turned on her heels and ran back into her home heading straight for the back door, Vin and Josiah were on her heels. Josiah catching her before she could open her door. “Barn doors are still closed” Vin announced relieved. It was hard to see through the nearly snow-covered window. But he could definitely make out the barn doors. Cheyanne hastily pushed her way in front of him. Vin was right, the doors were still closed. Cheyanne breathed a sigh of relief, still she would feel better if she were there to help calm Blaze’s anxiety.She prayed he would stay safe.

If the weather forecast of the men who gathered outside of the livery was to be believed, Four Corners was in for a big snowstorm. Apparently these men had been accurate enough in the past that Mary had suggested to Molly school should be canceled for the day. The problem was there were enough children who lived outside of town that getting word would be difficult. Molly decided to hold classes for the morning and if the snow prediction held, release the students at the dinner break. She had just set the students up with a series of arithmetic problems when the door opened bringing with it a blast of cold air and a bundled up JD Dunn. The distraction was enough for several of the students to turn around. "Back to work please," Molly said as she walked down the aisle to where JD stood. "Sorry to interrupt," he said. "Not at all. Come with me, you're half froze," Molly said, leading him over to the stove at the back corner of the room. She poured him a cup of coffee and he wrapped his hands around the mug gratefully. "Buck sent me, he and the others think you should close the school now. This looks to be a bad one," he took a sip of the coffee as Molly let her gaze out one of the windows. The clouds did seem to be building and getting heavier. Before she could open her mouth to answer him, the door opened again, this time admitting the father of three of the students. "Sorry to interrupt, Miss," he said, taking off his hat. "But I've come to take the kids home. Looks to be a bad one." "Yes, of course," Molly said. "Class," she addressed the students. "Put everything away and gather your things. We're dismissed for the day." Excited chatter greeted the announcement as the children hurried to put books and slates away in their desks and rushed to the side wall to pull on coats. Two other fathers arrived to gather up their children and arrangements were made that those who lived outside of town all had an adult seeing them home. Billy Travis and a girl named Mae were the last students from town to leave. Molly was helping Mae button her coat; in her haste the little girl had paired the wrong button with the wrong buttonholes leaving the coat gaping. Molly placed the little girls hat on her head. "Mr. Dunn will walk you and Billy home. Hold his hand and mind what he says," Molly said. Mae nodded her promise. "Will you come see my snowman when I've built it?" she asked. "Of course," Molly responded. "Perhaps we'll have enough snow to build him a family." She stood and led the two children to JD. "We can wait for you," JD said. "I'll be fine. I'm going to finish some things here and then I'll head home." JD seemed to hesitate before leaving with Bill and Mae. Molly shut the door behind them. "You should be a mother," a man's deep voice came from behind her. Molly spun around, her hand clutching for the doorknob, ready to pull the door open and run. The man who stood at the other end of the room was dressed in a black pin-stripe suit of a cut and fit that Molly hadn't seen since she was back East. He wore a buttoned up vest over a starched, bright white shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up over his forearms. The gold chain of a pocket watch gleamed at his waist. His beard was neatly trimmed and it and his hair were salted with grey. Molly had seen him a couple of times with Lily and had asked her about him. All Lily would tell her was that she'd known him for a long time and his name was Deacon Kay. Any other questions had Lily changing the subject. "I'm sorry," he said, holding out his hands in front of him as he took a couple of steps forward. "I didn't mean to startle you. I hope you don't mind my using the library while you have school?" Molly let herself relax slightly. Despite any history that Lily may have with him, she also knew if he was dangerous the men in the town would have run him off by now. "Of course not," Molly responded. The lending library had been Mary's idea and the men were able to easily add space to the new school building for it. "I'm being rude, I should introduce myself," he walked up to her and held out his hand. "Deacon Kay." "Yes, Lily told me your name," Molly responded taking his hand. "Molly O'Rourke, very nice to meet you," she said. "So you've been warned off then?" he responded, holding on to her hand for a few seconds longer than would be considered proper. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Molly responded. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to use this time to get caught up on some things." "Of course," he said, giving her a sort of half bow and stepping to the side. Molly nodded her thanks and walked to her desk feeling his eyes on her the whole way. It wasn't until she sat at her desk that he walked back into the library. The soft click of the connecting door closing had Molly letting out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. Deacon Kay had the kind of air about him that said he knew he was attractive and had means and would use either or both to get what he wanted - often before the giver knew what they doing. Even though their interaction was nothing more than an introduction, Molly had the sense she had something he wanted. The room had grown cool and the light was going dim, which is what drew Molly's attention from her work. She checked her watch. It was not quite three o'clock, but it appeared much later outside. Molly stood and walked over to one of the side windows and looked out. Snow was falling so fast and heavy she couldn't see anything. A strange sort of panic filled her as she went to the door and opened it. She should have view of the town but instead could see nothing. She had to leave, now, before it got full dark. Hurrying back down the aisle she walked to the door connecting the library. She hadn't heard the outside door since Mr. Kay had gone back into the library but she'd also been fully focused on her work. She gave a cursory knock "Mr. Kay?" she called out, opening the door. "Mr. Kay are you still here?" The sound of a chair being scraped back greeted her and he appeared. "I'm terribly sorry but the storm has come and I must lock up and leave." She said as she walked to the coat rack and pulled on her coat. He walked up to the door and opened it then closed it. "You're not going out in that and neither am I," he said, walking over toward the stove in the corner and building up the fire. "We can not possibly stay here," Molly said, pulling on her gloves and gathering her things. "Please stop that, we must go." He stood from the stove and dusted his hands together. "I'm afraid for the time being we are going to have to stay here. The snow is too heavy and it's only going to get worse. People have died less than three feet from their own front doors in weather half as bad as this. We're staying here." Molly watched warily as he took two measured steps and stopped in front of the door. "Fine," Molly said, frustration filling her tone. "If you want to stay here you're more than welcome but I am leaving." She spun on her heal and walked toward the connecting door between the school room and the library. "Ms. O'Rourke. Molly," Mr. Kay's voice reached Molly's ear and turned around, nearly colliding with him. He placed his hands on her upper arms to steady her. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave. Not in this weather." Molly's entire being froze. She'd been held at the mercy of a man once and swore she never would be again. Her expression must have shown her fear because he let go of her and took a step back. "I promise you, whatever you might be thinking, my motives are pure." "I have a feeling, Mr. Kay, you've never had a pure motive in your life," Molly retorted, pulling off her gloves. "You're unmarried," he said, with a nod toward her left hand that just appeared out of her glove. Molly unbuttoned her coat but left it on in deference to the still cool room. "Is it your reputation you're concerned with? I don't know what Lily's told you but I'm hardly a scoundrel. Unless you'd like me to be." Where Buck's voice might have gone lighter in tone making such a flirtatious statement, Mr. Kay's went lower, darker. This man could be dangerous to a woman who didn't know better. Molly was thankful she knew better. "Understand something, Mr. Kay, right here and now. I have faced worse than you and I'm still here. If you so much as lay a finger on me uninvited, I will open that door and scream bloody murder. I've no doubt that at least seven men in this town will come running, storm or no and it will not end well for you. Do you understand me?" Molly understood what she was saying was bluster, for one thing she'd have to get past him to get to the door and for another she doubted with the raging storm if they could hear anything. "Understood, but just one question, is there any chance of you inviting me to lay a finger on you?" Molly's temper was about to go up when she realized the darkness was gone in his tone and this time he was truly teasing. "None whatsoever, Mr. Kay," she responded. "Pity, just think of the story we could tell our children one day of how we met." Molly didn't try to stop herself from rolling her eyes as she walked over to the lamp on the edge of the desk and lit it. It was going to be a long night.

Okay excuse any typos since I primarily wrote this on my phone (because the bus is about the only time I have currently to write). And sorry it took so long. I promise to do better! Emma knelt on the floor while she marked the hem for Lily’s new dress. It was dark emerald green silk with black lace. There had been two adjustments to the bodice before Lily was happy. Emma found the amount of décolletage showing to be a bit scandalous but LIly never concerned herself with such things. Emma wished she could feel the same. For the first time Emma noticed a trunk that sat behind the dressing screen. “Are you planning a trip?” Emma nodded to the trunk. “No, it’s not mine. Do you remember the man you said inquired after me that day? Handsome, salt and pepper hair and beard?” “Oh yes,” Emma nodded. It had been when Judge Travis arrived for Cheyenne’s trial. In the commotion after that and the ensuing time, Emma had forgotten about the gentleman but realized she didn’t remember having seen him since. “He asked me to keep it for him while he took care of some business in the area. He’ll be back.” There was disapproval in her voice. “Lily,” Emma had been practicing this talk in her head for days, “may I talk to you about a matter.” “Of course, my dear.” “You know that I care deeply for Ezra.” “And I believe we both know he feels likewise about you.” Lily stepped down from the chair and Emma began to help her out of the dress. “Now that he and I no longer have secrets between us, I wish to,” Emma’s cheeks burned. The words did not want to come. “You two haven’t?” LIly waved her hand in the air. Emma shook her head. Dear god, the state he must be in most nights, Lily thought to herself. “My mother never really told me anything about the act, other than it was something that a wife must endure.” LIly snorted. “And I can’t say my experience with my husband disabused me of that notion.” Emma twisted her fingers. “When I was recovering from the tornado and stayed in the room next to you. I.... I heard... sounds that...” “That lead you to believe that it can be pleasing?” LIly finished the sentence for her. A small smile rugged at the corners of her mouth. “Quite pleasing in fact. Sit down my dear, let’s have a talk.” The morning sun woke Ezra. He’d forgotten to close the curtains fully the night before. He’d forgotten more things than the curtains the night before, like properly hanging his jacket which lay crumpled on the floor. But he’d lost the ability to think when he’d arrived to the room the evening before and found Emma clad only in her dressing gown. If he needed reminding of the pleasures they’d taken in each other’s bodies, the feel of her warm flesh against his did it. If sensing him awake, Emma snuggled against him interlacing her fingers with his. “Good morning my dear,” he laid a kiss on her shoulder. “Good morning,” Emma answered sleepily. “May we lay in bed all day?” “I do believe people would talk.” He teased. “I think they already do. And so what if they do.” “I do believe that Lily has been a terrible influence on you.” He kissed the side of her neck. “I’m going to fetch us some coffee. And the. We can discuss this plan of yours to stay in bed all day.”

Hi everyone. So I took my laptop in to have it cleaned up from viruses and such and just a check up. The Guy at PMT Tech force who usually works on my computer and who I absolutely prefer was busy last week and unable to take care of it. So he let the other guy do the work on my computer. it should have been just an easy clean up no problem. Well I get it back and my email is GONE, all my folders, addresses everything. So I take it back in for Ed ( the guy I prefer) to fix it and he spent over an hour trying to fix what the other idiot screwed up , long story short, My email was so screwed I lost Everything! and he had to load another email program. so I'm starting over with folders and addresses. I lost bill receipts, work stubs , all my RPG stuff. which thank goodness I can just go to my groups and pretty much find everything from there. I'm sending this out to make sure it number one the email program works the way I need it to and to make sure I have addresses right. Thank goodness most of my email addresses were on the other computer so I could copy them. If you would please let me know you got this email from both the RPG groups and your personal email I would appriciate it.

I couldn't remember who's turn it was and as you are both having a great vacation. I just through this in. It's not very long. But it tally's up the recent story line. Again it is also sent as an attachment for better paragraphing. ? ? ? ? Linda My Angel Wings are in the shop for repair good thing my broom is in working condition.. Cheyanne ran the curry brush through Blazes long white mane. It had been a long few weeks and she was glad they were over. She and Molly had been forgiven for any wrong doing in Hawks escape and they were both relieved and Thankful for the judge’s mercy. Molly especially, since she had been allowed to keep her job as teacher. Her part in the escape was kept as quiet as possible although it was no secret she had helped Cheyanne in some way. Buck and some of the other men had made an official start on the new school house that was being built not far from the Church. Josiah had even left his continuing work on the church to help build the school. The women in town had been bringing the men their lunch so that work could be continued without interruption until evening. They hoped to have the building finished before winter set in, and there was talk of a celebration once the work was complete. Hawks murder trial had been held here in Four Corners to assure he was given a fair and unbiased one. Elly Conner had finally admitted on the stand that what Hawk had said was the truth. He had not intended to kill Chase Hancock. The man had attacked her when he found out that She and Hawk were in love. Hawk had been protecting her when Chase pulled the knife and tried to kill him. Hawk was only defending himself when he Knocked Hancock down and the man fell on his knife. She admitted to that it was fear of her father’s wrath that had made her lie in the first place. Afraid of what he would do if he knew that it was the half Indian young man she was in love with and not the man he believed was the best choice for her. Hancock was a controlling and cruel man who cherished her father’s money more than he had ever cherished her. She and Hawk had shared a awkward moment when they had said their good byes. It was obvious the love they had had for each other was now only a hurtful memory. Fancy Dan Parker had made the biggest mistake of his life when he chose to challenge Judge Travis after the trial. Chris and the others had stepped in, but it had been Chris Larrabee’s expertise and speed with his gun that had ended Parkers life. Cheyanne was relieved to see the famous bounty hunter dead. Now both Hawk and Vin were safe. Hawk had left not long after the trial. He had finally accepted the deep feelings Cheyanne held for the once buffalo/bounty hunter Vin Tanner and he wished them both happiness. He knew she would be safe now with both Tanner and Josiah looking out for her. Now that he was a free man, he would continue on his path back to the Sioux That is where he belonged. And Perhaps one day he would find some one who would help to heal his heart, someone who would love him the way he had always hoped Cheyanne still did. Cheyanne set the curry comb on the rail of her horse’s stall and opened the gate giving her beloved stead a pat on the head before she exited she longed to climb on the horses back and go for a long ride before the weather became to cold to do so. But the events of the past summer still left its unseen scares upon her. It was only recently that she had began to step out side the church or walk through the town as long as Josiah was at her side. The courage to ride away on her own had not yet returned but, she was trying. Returning to her home Cheyanne gathered some bread, some fresh churned butter and apples then put it in the basket that was sitting on the table. She covered the food with a cloth and walked thought the church and out the front door. Molly, Lilly and Emma met her at the bottom of the stairs it was their day to bring lunch for the men building the school. Lilly had made a pot of stew and Molly had made some dessert. Emma had brought eating plates and utensils. The women fell into step as they made their way to where the new school was being built. Through everything the woman had been through the past summer, one thing had never faltered. Their friendship.

Sorry this took a little longer than normal: Molly waited until Parker was led out of the Saloon before heading for the door. Mary waited just outside. "You've been missed the last few days," she said as Molly approached her. "Buck and JD thought it best that we stay at Mr. Larabee's until the Judge arrived," Molly said. "I trust that Buck...behaved himself?" Mary asked. Molly had anticipated the question and struggled with how to answer it. She wasn't ashamed of what she'd done but society would be. The attitudes in this place might be a bit more relaxed but she was the school teacher, and the town thought her a lady. That the Judge hadn't put her or Cheyanne in jail didn't mean she still held her position. Would admitting what her and Buck did be the final nail in that coffin? Molly drew in a breath and looked Mary square in the eyes. "Buck behaved...exactly how I wanted him to behave," she responded. "I took over lessons for you," Mary commented after a beat. "I appreciate that," Molly replied. Mary reached out and took Molly's hand in hers and squeezed it. "I think I'd like to get myself sorted out," Molly said. "I would imagine you'd like some time with your father-in-law." "He'll be busy with some other business while he's here, but I hope you'll join us for dinner later?" Mary said. "Are you sure that's wise?" Molly asked. Mary smiled. "The Judge isn't one to hold a grudge and he believes in second chances. I think it would be good for him to get to know you better," Mary replied. So it was later that evening that Molly found herself fussing with the placement of her hat, nerves making it difficult to pin it to her head the way she wanted it. She was just about to unpin it for what seemed like the millionth time when Mary appeared in her doorway. "Leave it," she said. "It's just fine." "I think the angle is all wrong," Molly said. Before she could unpin it, Mary walked up to her and adjusted it just the slightest. "There," she said, not giving Molly a chance for one last look in the mirror, Mary reached down and picked up her shawl and pouch from the bed and handed them to Molly as they walked out the door. She could hear voices coming from the front of the office - Billy's and a man's that she presumed was the Judge's. Stopping to draw in a quick breath Molly held her head up as she walked into the main part of the office. Their chatter stopped when Molly entered the room. "Miss O'Rourke," the Judge said with a nod. Molly gave him a small curtsy. "Judge Travis," she said. "Baa, we don't stand on that kind of formality here," he waved off her gesture as she rose. Mary appeared in the room just then and walked over to her father-in-law. "Are we ready then?" she took the Judge's arm. "Billy, would you please escort Miss O'Rourke?" Molly was completely charmed when Billy walked up and offered her his arm. She accepted it and they made their way out of the office and up the street towards the hotel. Once seated in the hotel dinning room, Molly struggled to not let her nerves get the better of her. The meal went fine, the conversation light, until the end of the meal when Judge Travis handed his grandson a coin and suggested Mary take Billy to the store to pick out some candy. "I'd like to have a word with Miss O'Rourke," he'd said. Molly carefully folded her napkin and set it next to her plate as the waitress appeared. The Judge ordered a neat whisky and looked over at Molly before saying "and a sherry for the lady." Molly hesitated just the slightest before nodding her agreement to the waitress feeling as if she were taking a test she was ill prepared for. She reminded herself what the Judge thought he knew about her. Having a small glass of sherry after a meal wasn't unheard of for a woman back east. "You understand that I'd be well within my rights to fire you as the teacher in this town and send you packing back to Baltimore?" he said. Molly took in a breath. "Yes," she responded simply. The waitress returned just then with their drinks. "So why am I not doing just that?" he said after the waitress left their table. "I won't presume to know your mind, your Honor," Molly replied. "But if you're fishing for an apology or an acknowledgment of wrong doing, you'll not get it." "Mary said you were strong willed," the Judge replied, taking a sip of his drink. "She said you'd confronted Parker on your own, tried to get him to release Hawk. Some might call that foolish." "Others the right thing to do," Molly countered. "Regardless, it meant he set his sights on you which forced Buck Wilmington to play the hero and take you from town in a rather unconventional way and un-escorted. Don't think in the drama of all this Parker business that hasn't gone unnoticed." "We weren't un-escorted, JD Dunn was with us," Molly responded. "I was told JD left several hours later. That was also noticed." Molly reached out and picked up the glass of sherry and took a sip. The action prevented her from lashing out that she was a woman grown and asking why Buck wasn't under the same scrutiny. She knew very well why - the rules for men were different. Here in the wild frontier of Four Corners or in the high society of Baltimore it didn't matter. She doubted very much that the Judge planned to have a similar conversation with Buck and imply his position in town was at risk. "What did or didn't happen between the two of you is your business," the Judge said. "But you both hold positions of authority in this town and I plan to remind him of the same." He took another sip of his whisky. "You seem surprised," he said and Molly realized she was holding the Sherry glass halfway between her mouth and the table. Carefully, she lowered the glass to the table. "It's been my experience that most men of your position aren't as forgiving of a woman's...indiscretion. Real or assumed." Molly replied. "Yes, well...maybe in spite of my best efforts I'm a progressive man after all," the Judge replied. "Well then, a toast, to progression," Molly lifted her glass and was pleased when the Judge did the same, clinking it to hers. After taking the obligatory sips, the Judge checked his watch. "It's getting late," he commented and the nodded behind her. "And it appears I should surrender your attention to someone else." Molly shifted in her seat to look behind her. Buck was standing in the entry to the dinning room, his hat in his hand. The Judge finished his whisky in one last gulp before standing and waving Buck to the table. The waitress approached the table. "Have a drink on me, Buck," the Judge said. "And then be so good as to see Miss O'Rourke home, would you?" He turned to Molly who was still seated. "It was a pleasure, Miss O'Rourke," he said with a nod. "Likewise, your Honor," Molly replied with a nod of her own. Buck took the Judge's seat and reached out to take Molly's hands in his own. "I've been dying to see you all afternoon, on pins and needles wondering if..." Molly squeezed his hands in return. "I still have my position. At least, I believe I still do," she replied. "Though I did get somewhat of a dressing down for leaving town un-escorted with one Mr. Buck Willmington. I expect you'll be in for one of your own." "Every word of it will have been worth it," Buck replied, his deep tone making Molly feel warm. They were interrupted by the appearance of the waitress with Buck's drink. When they'd finished, Buck walked Molly home, their pace slow in an effort to drag out their time together. "Will you do something for me?" Molly asked as they reached the back door. "Anything," Buck answered. "Watch over Mr. Hawk and Cheyanne for me. I don't trust Parker." "We'll keep them safe. I promise you," Buck said, giving Molly a kiss. Molly wrapped her arms around him praying he'd be able to keep his promise.

OK hear you go, this is mot my best writing, but that's what I get for waiting to the last minuet to get my post out. It's pretty sad. But it gets the story across. I have sent this with an attachment because it's paragraphed better that way But it's also in this e-mail for those who can't open the attachment. ? ? ? ? Linda My Angel Wings are in the shop for repair good thing my broom is in working condition.. (((((“Mr. Parker, you may also refrain from speaking at present. There is a procedure we will observe. Anyone who has issue with that may leave.” People shifted around to see if anyone would leave. It appeared everyone was willing to obey the rules and stay. The Judge shuffled some papers in front of him and Molly took the opportunity to reach over and take Cheyanne's hand in her own. She gave it a squeeze before letting go. She believed with every fiber of her being what they'd done was right and just. Now they had to convince the Judge of the same. ))))) Judge Travis looked up form his desk. “Now Miss Beaujuex, by your own admission you’ve been charged with aiding and abetting a possible murder to escape the confines of his jail cell and assisted him in leaving town. Do you understand the seriousness of this charge?” Cheyanne’s eyes never left the ground in front of her. She was afraid to look up, afraid to speak. Josiah gave her a light nudge with his arm and quietly urged her to speak up “Annie, answer the man” Fear filled eyes glanced up at her benefactor then back to the ground as she simply nodded that she understood. “Would you care to elaborate with more than a single nod? You know you are intitled to give us your side of the story.” Still Cheyanne would not answer. “Miss Beaujuex if you will not speak up I will be forced to have you taken to jail until I can conduct a trial with a jury of your peers to formally charge and sentence you for this crime.” “Your honor” Josiah swiftly came to the girl’s defense “She’s just afraid to speak, it’s all the people. Cheyanne she’s very quiet she…I can speak for her, you see Cheyanne and Hawk.” Judge Travis was beginning to get annoyed at Cheyanne’s refusal to open up, interrupted him. “Are you acting as her counselor then Mr. Sanchez?” Josiah stepped forward, respectfully holding his hat in his hands. “Yes Sir, yes I am. Molly stepped closer to her friend and whispered, “Cheyanne, you have to tell the judge everything you told me that night. Please.” Cheyanne’s continued silence forced Molly to step in. “Please your honor she told me everything, I can tell you what happened.” Judge Travis opened his mouth to scold Molly for speaking out of turn when Dan Park quickly stood so recklessly that his chair nearly toppled over bellowing at the top of his lungs. “She knows Exactly what she did! This hearing is a waist of time!” The Judges gavel hit on the table in front of him with such a loud thud Both Molly and Cheyanne nearly jumped out of their skin, Molly felt sure that the sheer force and sound of the ligneous Gavel hitting the wood table that the counter had most certainly been broken or at the very least cracked. “MR. Parker! One more out burst from you and I will have you escorted from these proceedings, is that understood?!” A Shout from the crowd followed by the loud undeniable sound of a gunshot abrupted from somewhere in the crowd before Parker could answer or sit. Everyone turn to the back corner of the room. Chris and the others jumped into action but were stopped by the man’s gun aiming threateningly toward them. “Everyone just calm down. You..” he pointed to the Chris, Buck, Ezra, Nathan and JD. “Over by the judge, and You..” this time he pointed his weapon at Parker “over there too so I can keep an eye on you.” “How’d he smuggle a gun in here?” Chris whispered crossly. “JD and Ezra both shrugged they were just as staggered as everyone else. They did not remember even seeing this man approach them to enter the building. “You three and the judge, you stay where you are. Josiah took Cheyanne and Molly by the arm carefully moving them behind him. Cheyanne’s eyes stayed trained on the man holding the gun. There was something about him, his voice she knew that voice. The intruder retrieved another gun from under his serape and pointed it toward the crowd “The rest of you get out.” The people in the make shift court room stirred but seem too fearful to move. “OUT!” the man shouted again firing another shot into the ceiling. Vin stayed hidden in the mass of towns people hurrying towards the door until he was closer. But before he could make his move a gun was aimed at his head. Their eyes met, and recognition hit. “Don’t be a hero bounty hunter.” The man whispered “I’m not here to hurt anyone, but I will if I have too” Vin glared into desperate eye’s barely able to see them under the sombrero that partially hid the man’s face. “Why are you here, I won’t let you at…” “I’m here to get Cheyanne out of this mess, now get the hell out of here before we both end up in jail.” Cautiously and under duress Vin followed the rest of the towns people out. Cheyanne stared at the stranger, his voice, she new the voice but his face was hidden behind the sombrero he wore. When the room had cleared the outsider shut the inside doors and locked them then taking a rope that hung on his belt unseen under his poncho he tossed it at JD. “Tie him up.” JD looked at Chris for consent. Chris gave him a small inconspicuous nod. “Now you just wait one damn minuet” Parker protested “Who are you?” His question remained unanswered until he was firmly tied to a nearby chair. The man removed the serape and sombrero at the same time. “My name is Hawk McCloud your honor, I’ve come to set things straight and turn myself over to you. And beg for your forgiveness and mercy for Cheyanne and her friend.” Setting his gun on the table Hawk held his hands in the air and gave up. Chris and the others quickly hurried over to him and confiscated his weapons Judge Travis was staggered and annoyed that his hearing had been so violently interrupted. “Mr. Larrabee take that man and lock him up.” Hawk struggled against the strength of Chris and Bucks grip as they tried to lead him out and to the jail. “Wait Your honor, please hear me out. Cheyanne was only trying to help, I didn’t kill anyone!” The judge held up his hand in a silent command for Chris to stop and wait. “The hell you didn’t boy and your gonna swing for it, I promise you!” Judge Travis glared steel eyes at Parker causing the man to stop talking. “Please judge,” Hawk continued “You hand me over to Parker and I’m a dead man. That’s why Cheyanne helped me, she knew this. Even If I made to back to Colorado there wouldn’t be any trial, they don’t care about the truth they just want me dead.” Cheyanne unexpectedly turned to the judge, fear and desperation etched in her features. “Please, help him, I know he did not do this thing they say, I beg of you.” The judge ran his palm over his face deep into his thoughts he said nothing. The sincerity in both Hawk McCloud and Cheyanne’s words weighed heavily on him, and he felt that there was indeed more to this story than he had been led to believe by Fancy Dan Parker. When he finally spoke, it was not the words Parker wanted to hear. “Mr. Larrabee remand Mr. McCloud to the jail. He is not to be extradited until I’ve had a chance to speak with him. As for you two.” He looked straight at Molly and Cheyanne speaking with authority. “Being that Mr. McCloud has seen fit to return and turn himself in and since neither of you have ever been in any sort of trouble before I’m going to overlook this matter.” His voice softened “But for now, your both free to go, I expected you both to stay in town I’ll have some questions for you later. And I expect to Hear your answers this time Miss Beaujuex is that understood?” Cheyanne nodded and quietly answered “yes” “And as for YOU Mr. Parker. You are not to go with in ten feet of either of these women nor the jail. Unless you want to occupy one of the cells inside is that understood?” Parker scoffed answering reluctantly “yes sir”

Emma heard her name called from behind. She paused and waited for the new mercantile owner to catch up to her. Emma had fixed a tear in a dark brown dress to wear to the hearing. The somber color felt appropriate for the proceedings. “Good afternoon. I’m afraid I don’t really chat. I’m headed over...” Emma wasn’t sure the proper way to phrase things. “No, I assumed as much. I was going there as well. I thought we might walk over together.” Belle gave a guarded smile. “I don’t know the young woman but her guardian has been in. I thought I’d go to show my support.” “That’s quite kind of you. Josiah would appreciate the gesture. Cheyanne is like a daughter to him.” Ezra and Nathan stood outside the saloon’s doors collecting weapons from all entering. Chris didn’t expect trouble but he wasn’t willing to take the chance. If it had been up to Ezra the bounty hunter would be hearing from the judge about the way he’d manhandled Emma. But she’d asked him to let it go as long as the man stayed away from her. He had never experienced the need to protect someone like he did with Emma. “Good afternoon ladies,” Ezra tipped his hat. “I believe that we can assume that neither of you is hiding a firearm under your petticoats.” Emma laughed and Belle offered the hint of a smile. The gambler had had little interaction with the new store owner up to this point. “Ms. Clark, a moment please.” Ezra took her hand and lead her a few feet away. “I would feel better if you did not attend. I do not like you being in the same room as that man.” Emma looked down to where Ezra rubbed a slow circle on the underside of her wrist. She was touched by his concern. She wished she could kiss him right this second. But for as improper that most would find their relationship, there were still things not done. “Your concern is... I greatly appreciate it. I do not believe there is any cause for concern. He would not dare approach me. And I cannot let Cheyanne stand in front of the Judge alone. She needs all her friends present.” Belle could not hear the words being said between the seamstress and the gentleman. But there was no mistaking the affection between them. He raised her hands to his mouth and kissed them. A blush spread across the woman’s face. Belle turned her head. It was none of her business what transpired between the two of them. Emma wrapped her shawl tight around her shoulders as she rejoined Belle and Nathan. “Shall we?” It appeared that everyone in town had crowded into the saloon. Most had no connection to the parties involved but anything involving a judge drew them like flies to honey. Emma maneuvered them through the crowd to chairs on the far side. From here it would be easy to leave via the kitchen if necessary. Emma searched the crowd for Lily and spotted the saloon owner speaking with Mary Travis. “Excuse me a moment, I need to tell Lily something.” Emma was forced to pass Dan Parker to reach Lily. The look he gave her was pure malice. Emma did not doubt that if he man did find Hawk he’d kill him out of spite. “Lily, a moment,” Emma called out. “Of course, what is it?” “There was a man on the stagecoach earlier asking after you.” “Really?” Lily’s brow furrowed. “Yes, tall, salt and pepper hair.” “Handsome?” A blush spread across Emma’s face. Lily laughed. “I believe I know who it might. He’s an old friend from New Orleans. Though I cannot imagine why he would have traveled here.” She would have to sort that out later. A ripple ran through the crowd. Josiah had entered with Cheyanne. They moved to the front of He crowd to where Judge Travis sat. “Alright, let’s get these proceedings started.”

This is also sent as an attachment because the email messes up the paragraphing. So if you can see the attachment I would read it from there. ? ? ? ? Linda My Angel Wings are in the shop for repair good thing my broom is in working condition.. The dust from the arrival of the morning stagecoach settled as the carriage came to a stop. The driver climbed down and set the stepping stool in front of the door before he opened it and helped the passengers to embark. Judge Travis was the second passenger to exit, he pulled his coat tighter in an effort to keep warm in the cool morning air. The older man stood tall surveying the town as he waited for the other passengers to depart and for the driver to retrieve his bag from the top of the stage. It was early, the streets were still quiet not everyone was up and moving around yet. He had no sooner recovered his luggage than he was met by a very pervasive Fancy Dan Parker. The man’s arrogance and insistence that he immediately attend to the purpose he’d been summoned for exasperated the Judge. “Mr. Parker. I assure you I will take care of the matter. Right now, it’s been a very long coach ride, I am tired and I’m hungry. I intend to have some breakfast, rest and have a visit with my grandson. I will attend to your complaint this afternoon.” “Judge, this *is* an urgent matter, every minuet we waist…” Judge Travis held up his hand signaling the man to be quiet, his tone clearly resonated his aggravation. “I said I will take care of it this afternoon” A small boys voice echoed through the noiseless streets. “Grandpa!” Mary and Billy Travis hurried over greeting the judge welcoming him affectionately. Chris Larrabee followed behind greeting the judge with a warm handshake then taking the man’s baggage escorted him and his family to his room, leaving Parker standing at the stage stop. ** As the bright afternoon sun climbed higher so did the temperature. Lily stacked clean glasses behind the bar while some of the men from town rearranged chairs and set tables at the back of the room save for the ones to be used, With no formal court room, the saloon often double as one. JD turned the saloons open sign in the window over so that it read closed. Ezra and Nathan stood outside the door way collecting weaponries from those who had them and desired to attend the hearing. Judge Travis made his way inside followed my Mary Travis who took a seat in the front row paper and pencil in hand. ** Emma locked the door to her shop and walked briskly down the boardwalk afraid would she be late for the proceedings. Belle Chandler watched from the doorway of her store across the street contemplating attending the hearing herself. It Seemed as though most of the town was rushing to see what would happen to the half breed girl who set an accused murder free. The girls Guardian was a regular customer, and a very kind gentleman, even if he did flirt excessively and showered her with sweetness and honey every time he came into the store. She hated to admit it but she was beginning to enjoy his flirtation, he made her feel at ease and gave her a sense of confidence that coming here had indeed been a good move. The least she could do is show some support for him now. Quickly plucking the keys from her pocket, she removed her apron and tossed it on the counter snatched up her blue shawl from the hook and turned her open sign to closed before she shut and locked the door then rushed to catch up with Emma. The had stuck up a sort of friendship when she had come into her store the other day. Maybe they could sit together. Cheyanne braided four strands in each braid and secured them with a piece of soft brown cloth then finished buttoning the front of her tan gingham dress. Her beaded necklace with the cameo that had been her mothers hung around her neck. She pulled on her moccasins then crossed the room to the full-length mirror that stood in the corner to give herself a once over, making sure she looked presentable, instead she stared blankly into it. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or sad. Maybe it would have been best if she had run away with Hawk. It would have saved Josiah and the rest of the men all this trouble. Maybe she should have lied and not admitted to releasing Hawk that night. It had been her intention, but then she could never lie to Josiah, it was too bad Chris Larrabee and Parker had been in the room when he asked her if she knew anything about Hawk’s escape... Pulling herself from her thoughts Cheyanne picked up her white shawl putting it over her shoulders before opening the door. *** Chris and Josiah each flanked Cheyanne as they walked from the church to the saloon. The sound of horse’s hooves coming up behind them instantly had them on the alert. Pulling Josiah’s ward behind them both men stood ready to pull their guns should there be a threat. Buck Wilmington reigned his horse to a stop and dismounted then helped Molly to dismount as well. She wasted no time in going to Cheyanne who seemed more angry, than pleased to see her friend. “You should not be here.” “I will not let you face this unaided” Molly insisted. Despite Cheyanne’s protests and pleadings that she leave now, until this was all over. Molly stood her ground. “I was just as much a part of this as you were Cheyanne, I’ll not sit by and watch you go through it alone. My mind is made up, now let’s get on with it ” Taking Bucks arm Molly took the lead and walked a head, followed closely by a reluctant Cheyanne with her two escorts. * Vin Tanner slipped from behind the saloon He’d figured Parker was going to be so caught up with the hearing that he doubted he would take any notice of him he would just blended in with the crowd. But then he couldn’t hide from JD and Ezra who stood guard outside the entrance. “Vin!” JD’s Voice carried, and Ezra’s elbow caught the boy in the ribs. “Must you be so flamboyant?” “I’m sorry, I was…” “What are you doing here my friend?” Ezra turned his attention to Vin. “You are aware that Parker is inside.” “I know that, but he’s got other things on his mind right now. There’s enough people in there I’ll just blend in.” “Your taken an awful big chance there Vin.” This time JD kept his tone lower. “It’s a chance I’m wil’n ta take kid.” He thanked JD for his concern with a pat on the shoulder before following three farmers who’d just arrived into the saloon. Taking a seat in the back Vin pulled his hat a little lower. He knew he was taking a chance that Parker would recognize him but, he would not sit back and wait while the woman he cared so deeply for stood before Judge Travis on charges that she helped a murdered escape. The judge was a fair man, he hoped he would see fit to just let it go. She’d never been in trouble with the law before. But should this go sideways he was ready, Cheyanne’s horse was saddled and ready to go, tied up out back with his own mount. * Buck and Molly entered the saloon first. Josiah stopped at the door. Aware of Cheyanne’s aversion for crowds, especially as of late, putting a comforting arm around her he leaned down close speaking softly. “Everything’s gonna be just fine, I’ll be right her with you.” Chris, Ezra and JD could see how afraid the girl was, it was written all over in her expression. She tried hard to not let it show, but the thought of all those people inside that room still terrified her so that she began to tremble. “you have nothing to fear my dear” Ezra spoke compassionately. “You have a varying cornucopia of friends who care about you in there. One in particular I would suffice to say would give his right arm for you.” Ezra’s attempt at inconspicuously telling Cheyanne that Vin was here did not go unnoticed by Chris and Josiah. Chris took in a heavy breath then let it out. “Vin’s here?” JD nodded “said he’d blend in with the crowd. He doesn’t think Parker will notice who he is cuz he’s more interested in what’s go ’in on right now.” “Oh, that’s just great.” Chris growled “I hope he’s right.” He should have known Vin would be here it wasn’t a secret that Vin was sweet on Cheyanne. He just hoped this would go smoothly and there wouldn’t be any trouble. He looked down at Cheyanne “Are you ready?” Cheyanne could say nothing she only looked up at him with fear filled eyes. Chris’s demeanor softened. “You got nothin to worry about, we ain’t gonna let anything happen to you. That’s a promise.” **** The room fell silent as the doors opened and Josiah led Cheyanne to the front of the room. Fancy Dan Parker smiled confidently glaring at the frightened young girl as she made her way with Josiah to stand in front of Judge Travis.

Emma’s had a restless night of sleep alone in Ezra’s bed. While she missed him, she was glad it was because he was standing guard for Cheyenne. Lily had been livid while they’d eaten supper after telling her about what had happened with the bounty hunter. She had assured that Judge Travis would sort out this mess and send Parker on his way. Emma returned to her shop after breakfast. This time though she kept the shades drawn and the front door locked. She would not be caught off guard by Dan Parker again. It was nearly noon when she took a break. No doubt Nathan would not have approved of her working so much. But it felt good. Things were clean and straightened. She’d even spent a little time with her sewing machine finishing the hem on a dress. What would have taken hours by hand took minutes. Emma took the shaw that hung in the back room when she left. The air had been considerably colder the last few days. It occurred to her that she had no idea what winter would be like on the frontier. Would there be snow? The thought of snow made her think of Christmas and her brother. It saddened her to think of him believing that she had died. Maybe there could be a way to get a message to him, let him know that she lived and was well. Perhaps Lily would have an idea. She left her shop and headed not in the direction of the saloon but to their mercantile. The bell over the door announced her arrival. The store keeper emerged from the back a moment later, a guarded smile on her face. “Good day, how are you today?” “Quite fine, thank you.” Emma rubbed her hands together to warm them. “I wanted to come and tell you thank you again, for yesterday. I do not relish the thought of what that man might have done had you not alerted Mr.Jackson.” Belle nodded. She didn’t know the words to voice what she’d seen in the bounty hunter’s eyes, just that he’d meant to cause trouble. “Glad that I could help.” Emma turned to leave. “Ms. Clark? I’d been meaning to ask about having you mend a couple dresses. I could do it myself but with running the store on my own,” she waved her hand at the room. Mrs. Potter had not been the most organized and Belle felt like she needed to start from scratch when it came to a simple inventory. “Of course, I’d be happy to. Perhaps we could arrange a trade. I’m always in need of fabric and notions.” “I think that’s a fine idea.” The two women discussed the arrangement before Emma took her leave. The noon stage tumbled into town stopping just down from her. She wondered if Judge Travis was onboard. The sooner the judge sent Dan Parker on his way the better they’d all be. The coachman handed a trunk down to one of the hotel porters. Emma crossed the street headed to the restaurant for dinner. A well-dressed man exited the coach. She spared a sideways glance at him. She guessed he was over 40 with a salt and pepper neatly trimmed beard. He tipped the coachman and promised one to the porter for taking care of his bag. “Good day,” he tipped his hat to her. Emma nodded. “I don’t suppose you know a Mrs. Lily Patterson and where I might find her.” “At saloon.” “Of course.” A slow smile crossed his face. “Thank you Mrs. ...” “Clark.” “Mrs. Clark,” he tipped his hat again, “have a lovely afternoon.”

Thanks for being so patient with me - Molly listened as the sound of a horse galloping away faded. Of course Vin would head straight back to town the moment he knew Cheyanne might be in danger never mind the danger that might pose for him. Molly expected Buck to come back inside the small cabin once Vin had left. Several minutes passed and she let out a sigh. He'd ordered her to stay inside as if she were a disobedient child. Sheer stubbornness had her walking toward the outside before she stopped. He was angry with her and she knew he had every right to be. What she'd done, deceiving him, lying to him was nearly unforgivable. From the second she'd met him on that storm drenched roadway he'd been nothing but decent and kind and good to her. She wasn't sure there was an apology big enough for what she'd done but she had to try. And she had to tell him the truth about herself. It was a risk but she had to take it. She'd apologize, tell him the truth about her background and they'd go back to town. Hopefully with no one the wiser. She'd hate to think what it would do to her reputation if the powers that be in the town found out she'd run off with Buck Willmington in the middle of the day, un-escorted, to a cabin. She heard footsteps approach the cabin, boots scrape the small porch and then Buck's form filled the door way. He took off his hat and walked over to the small kitchen area. He was carrying a bucket and Molly watched him pour water into a basin, splash water on his face and use a small cake of soap to wash his hands. He dried his hands with a towel and turned to face her for the first time since entering the room. "Horse is bedded down," he said. Molly didn't understand his statement. He walked over to the small stove in the corner, gingerly touching the top of it as if to gauge the temperature. He crouched down and opened the door and fed a few logs to the fire that had started to die down. "Buck...what...what are you doing?" Molly asked. "We have to be heading back soon." The look he leveled in her direction had whatever she was about to say next die on her lips. If she'd been asked in that instant to state her name she wouldn't have been able to articulate the correct response. She'd been on the receiving end of various looks from him from teasing that sparked light in his dark eyes to a gaze that was just this side of lust. If she were going to lie to herself she'd claim inexperience as to understanding what this look meant. But the feminine part of her that was as old as time understood it clearly. She was not leaving this cabin until he'd had her. She should be indignant, she should play every inch the put out, proper lady. But she'd decided she was done lying to this man and to herself. She wasn't a lady, put out, proper or other wise and God help her she wanted him. She wanted him to teach her the secrets of a man and woman together, wanted him to be the first she'd take into her body in that way. Whatever the consequences would be she'd face them and she'd do it with her head held high. She felt for this man and he for her. That would have to be enough to pay the fiddler when this...dance was over. "I was never a governess," she found herself saying. She watched him slowly stand up. "I've...I've worked in service since I was about 9 years old but never as a governess. My last position was as a lady's maid." Molly told him the story about the night Darren attacked Iris and then turned on her when she tried to stop it. How it resulted in the loss of her position with no reference and how Dora worked it out so Molly could come to Four Corners and take the teaching position. Buck didn't utter a sound the entire time Molly spoke. "The only other person here who knows is Lily but not the whole story. She figured out I was a maid but I haven't told her the rest. I wanted you to know who I really was before..." Molly felt heat flood her face. "Molly O'Rouke you are every bit a lady," Buck replied, walking up to her. "I don't care where you're from or what you did to survive. That's not my place to judge. But, I'm glad you told me the truth," he said, taking her hands in his. "You might not be so generous when I ask that you keep this to yourself. Buck, if I lose my position I'd have no where to go. I can't go back to Baltimore..." Buck cut her off by pulling her to him and wrapping his arms around her. Being held like this by him never failed to make her feel safe. "You're not going anywhere," he said to her, his voice thick with promise. "Except back to Four Corners," Molly said. She felt his body tense and she pulled back to look up at him. "Buck, we can't stay here much longer. I'm sure people are going to start to wonder where we are - I left Mr. Sanchez in charge of the school. The children are bound to tell their parents I wasn't at the school not to mention anyone might have seen us leave town together..." Molly was so intent on her argument she didn't notice his head dip down before his mouth captured hers. Being kissed by Buck wasn't a new experience for Molly. What was new this time was the way he lingered. They were in private with no one to discover them. 'Was this how it would begin then?' she wondered. She felt his fingers trace the row of buttons on the back of her dress and a shiver flowed through her. Buck pulled back and leveled a soft look at her. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise," he said to her, trailing the back of his hand down her face. Molly steadied herself with a deep breath and stepped back and walked toward the door. "It's so quiet here," Molly said. She heard Buck walk up behind her. "Do you miss it?" he asked. She knew he meant Baltimore. "Some things. I miss my family and the household. I miss the smell of the ocean and the shortbread from Berger's." She turned to face him. "Baltimore will always mean a great deal to me. But it wasn't Baltimore that I thought of when we were taken, when Henderson was holding me. It was Four Corners and the life I have here. And it was you." Molly placed her hand on his face, her thumb stroking the edge of his mustache. "My mother told me once to never fight fate, that it will always find a way." "Seems like good advice," he replied. "I do trust you, Buck. I've trusted you from the moment you lifted me out of that stagecoach and carried me across the mud." "I'm tired of fighting fate." Molly turned back around and reached behind her to the buttons at the neck of her dress. She got the first two undone and looked over her shoulder at Buck. "At some point you'll have to help me," she said. She felt his hands go to the middle of her back and the fabric of her dress start to loosen as the buttons came open. Finally the last one was open. "Molly..." she turned around pulling her arms from the sleeves as she did so. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she answered his unasked question as she let her dress fall to the floor. Molly snuggled closer to the warmth that was at her back. When the scent of sweet grass and something earthier just underneath caught her nose she slowly opened her eyes. She was with Buck. In a bed. Naked. In Mr. Larabee's cabin. And she was no longer a virgin. "Well, there was that then," was the thought that drifted into her head. She'd expected to feel a sense of panic at the knowledge that what they'd done could not be undone. Panic at what it could cost her future. Panic at any...consequence that might result. Instead she felt content. Content and safe. She felt him shift next to her and she turned on her back. He was awake. "How long were we asleep?" she asked. They'd spent the better part of the rest of the morning and early afternoon in bed. Exploring and learning each other - Lily had been right about Buck being a good teacher. Molly felt heat fill her face and other parts of her body as she recalled things they'd done together. It had been borderline hedonistic and decadent and Molly didn't regret a single second of it. "I'm not sure," he answered, brushing hair back from her forehead with his hand. "Are you hungry?" he asked. At his question, Molly suddenly felt famished. She hadn't eaten since the early morning and her emotions had been so tied up she'd not eaten much at that. "Yes," she replied. He gave her a soft kiss. "Let me see what I can scare up then," he said, moving to climb out of the bed. Molly made a move to follow him as he pulled his long johns on and then his pants. "You just stay right where you are," he said, teasing in his voice. "Buck? Buck, Molly? You here?" JD's voice called from outside. The startled look on Buck's face had Molly giggling. Of course JD would interrupt this moment - he seemed destined to interrupt them at the most inopportune times. "I suppose it's better now than...before," Molly said. "Buck?" "Yeah just hold your horses kid I'll be right there," Buck called out before walking outside. Buck really hoped someone was dead or the town was on fire because if JD were here for any other reason Buck might be forced to horribly murder him. "Hey Buck," JD said. "Molly inside?" he asked. "Yeah," Buck replied, taking a step in front of him to prevent him from going inside. It was then that JD seemed to realize that Buck was only half dressed. "Okay well...um..." "JD just out with it," Buck said. "There's trouble with Parker. Chris's making it look like he's got Cheyanne under house arrest. Seems Parker wired Judge Travis, wants to see Cheyanne go to jail for helping Hawk escape. Chris figured out Molly helped. Thinks it's a good idea if you lay low here for a bit." "I'd like to see myself," Molly's voice came from the porch. Buck looked over at where she stood. She'd put her dress on but judging from how loose it fit, she'd been unable to get all the buttons done herself. Her toes peaked out from the bottom of her skirt. Her hair was unbound sending Buck's mind back to earlier that day when he'd slowly pulled the hair pins holding her hair up. He'd never seen her with her hair completely unbound until that moment. "I'll not stay here hidden while Cheyanne answers for something we both did." "Parker wants someone to pay," JD said. "And he don't much care who it is. Cheyanne would want you to stay here where Buck and I can keep you safe." "Absolutely not," Molly argued. Buck walked up to her. She was his now, completely and absolutely and he wasn't about to let her put herself in danger. "Vin make it back?" Buck asked as he stood in front of Molly. "Yeah but he left again, just wanted to make sure Cheyanne was okay. Probably not far away but he's out of sight," JD replied. "If we go back, if we take you into town, Vin might see it as his duty to come back to town," Buck let the statement hang in the air. He knew that Vin had shared with Molly when they'd gone to Bitter Creek there was a bounty on his head for murder. He let the implication of what he was saying hang in the air. "I can't just leave her to face this alone," Molly said. "You're not," Buck said, "The others are with her. When Judge Travis comes we'll go back and it'll get straightened out." Molly let out a sigh and Buck tried not to hear defeat in it. "Will you please...?" she turned around and Buck quickly buttoned up the buttons on her dress she hadn't been able to reach. "I'll pull supper together," she said, walking back inside the cabin. Buck wanted to follow her, take her into his arms and distract her in bed for the rest of the night. Blowing out a breath he turned to JD. "Let's get the horses bedded down."

The girls had all been kidnapped during a bank robbery, the outlaws intended to sale the women into slavery. Vin had been shot when Cheyanne was stolen and I think Ezra had been shot during the robbery. Emma,Lilly, Cheyanne and Molly had all been taken. Emma and Lilly ended up in a brothel in Mexico? Or near by, Lilly was beaten, drugged and raped. Luckily Emma was rescued before anything like that happened to her. Molly had been sold to a rancher who had intended for her to become his wife She was rescued in the nick of time also. Cheyanne had been sold to a mining company in Mexico where she was forced to help cook with two other women that were already there. Here she met her childhood sweet heart Hawk McCloud. Who's mother was Sioux and father was a trapper and friend of her fathers. They were like family as it was Hawks mother who had nursed Cheyanne and helped raise the girl after her mother died. Hawk who was with the other men captured and put to work in the mines. He and the other men devised an escape plan. Hawk rescued Cheyanne and took her to his mothers village. As the other women had been rescued and taken back to town. Josiah and Vin dredged on searching for Cheyanne. In the mean time while Cheyanne was enjoying being back with her own people ( Actually Cheyanne is half Cheyenne on her mothers side) at least in familiar surroundings and reunited with Hawks mother. (After Josiah had found Cheyanne years ago at her fathers cabin when she woke up days later she did not remember her attack or what happened so Josiah lied to her about what happened hoping she would never remember. But being back with the Sioux she was near where she use to live with her father and she started to get flash backs.) When Josiah and Vin finally found her Cheyanne was in a dilemma. She eventually chose to stay with the Sioux and not go back to Four Corners. She felt safer among her people and as the Sioux had plans on meeting up with Cheyanne's grandfather who was Chief of the Cheyanne she wanted to be where she felt more accepted. After the kidnapping it left her in fear of being in town........ The army attacked, her grandfather had been killed when they attacked the Cheyenne and now they massacred the Sioux. She and Hawk were rescued by Josiah and Vin and ended up back in town. Cheyanne was very different when they returned with drawn and she would not speak or see anyone. She finally remembered what had happened to her years ago, the rape and beating and it destroyed her. When her friend Emma was shot by her estranged husband Cheyanne started to come out of it with the need to help her friend. Emma and Ezra began a courtship as did Buck and Molly. Now..... A bounty hunter came to town looking for and finding Hawk. Hawk was thrown in jail and the bounty hunter (Fancy Dan Parker) intended to take him back to Colorado where he was wanted for a murder that was in fact self defense. Cheyanne was not about to let the man she once intended to marry and the only family she had left hang so enlisting the help of Molly she broke Hawk out of jail. As the story stands so far Buck has whisked Molly out of town, Emma had been accosted by Fancy Dan Parker, and Cheyanne is in house arrest as you probably read in my recent post. This should probably get you all caught up on what's going on Ann. Hope you Like reading our story's ? ? Linda

When they reached the church, Josiah asked Emma to stay put while he took the box with the dress in it through the door leading into the living area. He wanted to surprise Cheyanne, he hoped she was there. He wasn't disappointed. Cheyanne was moving about the kitchen as she gathered what she would need to fix their evening meal. “Annie,” Josiah spoke her name softly. “I know you're angry with me,” he continued when she didn't turn toward him or greet him. “I guess maybe you got a right to be. I’ve been a cantankerous ole fool and I'm sorry. I love you Annie, and I guess I been so busy trying to protect my little girl that I ain't seen how she's grown into such a beautiful young woman.” Cheyanne looked out of the small window above the sink while she cleaned potatoes for their supper. A tear threatened to drop from the corner of her eye as she listened to Josiah's apology. “Here I was trying to protect you and I'm the one that made you cry.” Josiah continued even though she still wouldn't look at him. “Well I'm gonna change that. You heard Vin asking me to take you to the dance tonight, you turn around here and you tell me you want to go with him and you'll have my blessin'.” Cheyanne could not hold back the tears any longer as she slowly turned to face her guardian. Both fear and excitement rushed threw her like an early morning breeze floating over the stillness of a lake. “Yes, I want to go,” she spoke out just above a whisper, “with Vin.” Josiah smiled “Well then,” his tone beginning to sound more jubilant “You’re going to need something to wear,” he finished as he set down the box he had procured from Emma down on the kitchen table. Cheyanne stared astonished at the gift then looked back to Josiah “For me?” Josiah nodded. “Go on open it,” he encouraged her. Cheyanne stepped closer to the table and carefully opened the box. Her eyes widened in stunned surprise as she beheld the grand dress she had tried on at Emma's shop just the day before. Happy tears fell as she ran to Josiah and flung her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. “Thank you ” she spoke in French, “you have made me very happy.” Josiah returned her embrace glad to have made his precious Annie smile. When they had parted, “Miss Emma!” Josiah called out, “I got one more surprise for you Annie.” He grinned. Emma walked through the door holding in her arms two more packages. “Emma here is gonna help you get ready she's got everything you need, you go on now, and get into that fine dress. Vin'll be here in a couple of hours and I'm gonna get cleaned up myself.” “Well?” Emma exclaimed, “Come on, don't just stand there like a stunned deer, let’s get you dressed!” * Cheyanne sat on the chair in her room as Emma put the finishing touches on her hair. She had twisted and pinned the sides of her hair into pretty roles on each side and fastened them together at the back with the ribbon she had picked up at Mrs. Potters, it was a perfect match to Cheyanne's dress. “You will be there, no? To the dance.” Cheyanne asked her friend. “Yes, I'll be helping Mary Travis with the food.” She told her quickly changing the subject. “There,” she announced as she finished tying the ribbon in a bow, then moved to look at Cheyanne from the front. “Stand up now and let me look at you.” She insisted as she took Cheyanne by the hand and guided her from the chair. “You look grand!” She exclaimed, “Vin and Josiah are going to simply fall over when they see you” “Is that good?” Cheyanne asked innocently. “Yes that's good! You silly” Emma nearly laughed. Emma's eyes suddenly began to search Cheyanne's room hoping to find a mirror sure enough there in the corner was a long oblong mirror on its stand with a quilt laying over it She went over and removed the blanket tossing it on Cheyanne's bed. “Come here,” she called to her. The Indian girl did as her friend asked. Emma positioned the mirror so that Cheyanne could see herself full length. Cheyanne was speechless; she gently ran her fingers over the lace on the collar of the dress then back part of her hair that fell over her right shoulder. She could not believe what she was seeing in the reflection. Emma stood behind her. “See how pretty you look?” Cheyanne smiled unable to say anything. A soft knock at the door interrupted the women. Emma crossed the floor to open it and smiled widely when she saw it was Josiah behind it. Opening the door wider inviting him to enter. Cheyanne turned around slowly she'd herd her guardian's crutches hitting the floor as he walked. Josiah's jaw nearly dropped to the ground when he beheld the sight of her. “Annie?” Cheyanne nodded timidly fidgeting with the skirt of her dress not know what to do with her hands. Josiah moved closer until he stood in front of his ward. He reached up and gently smoothed her cheek. “What happened to my little girl? I see a beautiful young woman standing before me.” Cheyanne lowered her head then looked back to her guardian somewhat embarrassed unaccustomed to such compliments. Josiah stood for a moment admiring the girl, amazed at the transformation. Finally he spoke, holding out his elbow for Cheyanne to take it. “We best not keep Vin waiting” Cheyanne's heart started to beat against her chest, her hands felt damp and she could feel her face flush as she took Josiah's arm and they began to walk toward the door. Then suddenly she stopped and looked back at Emma then back to Josiah and started whispering to him in French. “You should ask Emma, no one has asked her, you should ask,” she insisted. It was Josiah's turn to be flustered as he replied back in French also, “ Annie, I can't do that, it’s to short notice, I mean, she's, well maybe she. ” “Ask!” Cheyanne told him firmly still speaking the foreign language. Sensing something was up Emma quickly excused herself. “Have a good time Cheyanne,” she smiled and hurried toward the door. Cheyanne nudged Josiah once more and he followed Emma out stopping her just outside the doorway. “Miss Emma,” she stopped turning to face him. “I, uh, well I would be honored if you would let me escort you to the dance tonight.” Emma smiled knowingly. “Cheyanne put you up to this didn't she?” “No,uh, well yes,” he admitted. “She thinks a great deal of you, she's never had a friend before, I'm sure she just wants you to have a good time. But I would still be very happy to escort you.” Emma softly touched the big man’s arm. “Thank you Josiah, I'm sincerely moved by your offer, but really, I do have other plans. I've promised Mrs. Travis to help with the refreshments and such.” “I understand,” Josiah grinned sheepishly. “Don't think I’ll be able to much dancin' tonight anyhow.” Emma smiled back. “Tell Cheyanne thank you for being so concerned for me.” She said, then turned and left. Josiah returned to Cheyanne's room where she stood nervously waiting for him. “From now on you let me pick my own dance partners.” Josiah halfheartedly scolded her then offered his arm. Cheyanne took it and together they made their way into the church where Vin waited anxiously holding his hat trying to keep from crunching it nervously. As soon as Cheyanne came into view he seemed to freeze where he stood, unable to take his eyes from her. Cheyanne gripped Josiah's arm tight as they made their way down the aisle until they reached Vin. Josiah hid an approving grin when he saw Vin's reaction as he took in the sight of the young woman in front of him. And he felt as proud as any father would of his daughter and completely certain that his daughter was the most beautiful woman in town. Pulling himself from his revere Vin snapped out of his trance. “You look real pretty tonight,” he complimented her. Cheyanne gave him a timid smile. “Shall we?” He asked offering her his arm. Slowly Cheyanne slipped her hand threw Vin's arm. The tenderness of her touch sent a shiver of warmth coursing threw him. They made their way from the church and slowly down the street to where the festivities were taking place. Both so captivated with each other they seemed oblivious to Josiah hobbling along a few steps behind them. When they reached the doorway Cheyanne could hear the music playing, voices and laughter from the towns people inside echoed through the night air. A sudden rush of fear threatened to stop her in her tracks, but she only clenched Vin's arm a little snugger as they walked through the door. The morning of the dance had arrived and there was a sense of anticipation throughout the town. Emma had delivered Molly's dress the afternoon before - it had turned out perfectly. Molly was still a little worried that it might be too formal but Emma assured her she'd look perfect. Molly had helped to serve at plenty of parties and balls given by her employers and of course there had been the annual staff holiday ball and the big yearly summer festival held in Baltimore every year that included a dance the staff were given the night off to attend. This dance was going to be different; it was going to be special for Molly. She'd woken early and went to the Potter's store to fetch a punch bowl that Mrs. Potter was letting the refreshment committee, headed by Mary, borrow for the dance. Between trying to get the latest edition of the paper laid out and getting herself and Billy ready for the dance not to mention coordinating the refreshments, Mary was being pulled in all directions. Molly offered to pick up the punch bowl feeling too anxious and excited to remain inside. She smiled to herself at the line she saw forming outside the bathhouse of several of the town's men. She passed by the alley where Vin Tanner had his wagon parked and noticed he and Mr. Sanchez deeply absorbed in conversation. Emma had shared with her that Mr. Tanner had wanted to escort Cheyanne to the dance and Mr. Sanchez wouldn't allow it. Emma had said that Cheyanne was very disappointed. Molly hated the thought of her friend feeling downhearted but deep inside she was relieved at Mr. Sanchez's decision - Molly didn't want to see anything happen to her. Molly entered the Potter's store. Mrs. Potter greeted her and gave her the punch bowl which Molly placed in Mary's market basket. She noticed Lily at the end of the counter and walked over to say hello. "I'm finally getting around to replacing those hair pins that I...lost," Lily said in greeting to Molly. There was an almost sly tone to her voice and her gaze was directed out the window at a point distant. Molly turned around to see what had caught Lily's attention and noticed Mr. Larabee across the street, leaning against a post as he sipped from a coffee cup and watched the town's people. "I'm glad that I came across you this morning," Lily said, bringing Molly's attention back to her. She stepped closer to the girl and bent her head as if she were going to reveal a confidence. "I wanted to ask you a favor. I wanted to know if you would dress my hair for this evening?" Molly appreciated not only Lily's discretion in asking but in the complement being paid to her abilities. "I would love to," she replied. Lily was very glad to have seen Molly at the Potter's store so she could ask her the favor of dressing her hair for the evening. While Chris hadn't formally asked her to the dance she knew it was understood they'd be spending the evening and likely that night together. She wanted to look her very best and had been impressed with the style that Molly had been able to accomplish with a scant few hairpins. They arranged for Molly to arrive later that afternoon and Lily suggested Molly get herself ready in Lily's room as well to help her save time. Completing her purchase she returned to the Saloon not at all surprised to see a few of the town's protectors sitting at tables sipping coffee. She noticed Buck Wilmington among them and approached his table asking for a minute of his time. Lily liked Buck and while they flirted with each other on occasion nothing of a physical nature had ever taken place between them. She considered him a friend. But Buck was Buck and he did have a reputation and while she was sure what she had to tell him went without saying, she was going to say it anyway. She led him to the end of the bar where they could have a bit of privacy. "I understand you're escorting Molly O'Rourke to the dance this evening," Lily stated. It didn't escape her that the smile Buck gave her in response to the statement was different than the usual mischievous smile he wore when speaking about a young lady who'd caught his attention - it was softer, almost reverent. "Why that I am," Buck responded. Even his voice seemed different. "I don't think I have to remind you that Molly's position and reputation in town are still both very precarious. You and I both know there are those of influence here who won't hesitate to scandalize her to the Judge if they think it'll suit their purposes. Just keep that in mind, all right?" Buck gave her a smile and a nod of acknowledgment before returning to his table. Lily made her way upstairs to await Molly. Molly double checked her carpet bag again to be sure she'd had everything and then carefully picked up the dress, re-wrapped in brown paper and made her way out of the Clarion offices toward the Saloon. The town was quiet with most everyone probably getting themselves and their families ready for the big celebration. Molly made her way into the Saloon and upstairs to Lily's room. She knocked softly before being invited in. Lily was seated at her dressing table wearing a silk robe. It was the same scene Molly had entered into a thousand times since she'd been promoted to Lady's Maid but it felt different this time. Lily treated her as an equal, as a friend. While Molly had been a confidante of sorts to Dora it wasn't an equal friendship for Molly knew better than to ever confide in her - however well she may have been treated, however secure in her position above stairs, she was not one of them. She was the daughter of Irish born parents both of whom were also servants, not the pedigree-born girl that Dora and her sisters were. "What thoughts have brought such a look to your face?" Lily asked bringing Molly out of her reverie. Molly smiled at Lily softly in the mirror as she twisted another section of her hair into place. "Thoughts of another time and place," Molly responded simply. "Do you miss it?" Lily asked. Molly wasn't exactly sure how to respond. She missed her family and most of the household staff. She did miss Dora in a way. She missed Baltimore with it's closeness to the ocean. She missed knowing and understanding exactly what her position was and where she fit in But there was a sense of freedom here, of what Lily had said to her before about reinventing herself, that she wouldn't have had in her life had she remained - supposing she could find another position. "In a way," Molly responded finally. "There," she said, patting the sides of Lily's hair in place. "I hope that it meets with your approval." She stood back while Lily examined the style. "It's so very lovely," Lily commented to Molly, standing and taking her hands. "Thank you for making me look so beautiful," she gave Molly two quick kisses, one on each cheek and Molly couldn't help but blush at the affection. "Now, I hardly have your talent but I'm sure I can come up with a style for you," Lily pulled on her hands to lead Molly to the spot in front of the dressing table that Lily had just vacated. "Oh Lily, that's quite alright, I can style my hair," Molly began to resist Lily's gentle tugging. She couldn't remember the last time someone had dressed her hair aside from her and the other household Lady's Maids practicing the latest styles on each other so they could style their respective mistresses. "Don't be silly," Lily exclaimed. "That's half the fun of going to a dance; friends helping friends get ready." Before Molly was aware of it she was seated facing the mirror, Lily had taken her hair out of the serviceable chignon she'd always worn it in and was brushing it out. It was clearly an argument that Molly wasn't going to win and she'd gotten the impression that what Lily Patterson wanted, Lily Patterson got. Molly couldn't help but to admire the style that Lily had put her hair in. Several small braids were wrapped around themselves in a style that Molly was sure Dora would have admired. Lily finished helping her fasten the buttons at the back of her dress and stood in front of her. Lily's own dress was a beautiful deep red with a bodice that was close to being scandalously low. Black lace trimmed it as well as the bell sleeves that hung just past her elbows. Molly smoothed down the front of the modified dress. "Oh you look simply beautiful," Lily exclaimed. "But there is just one thing missing..." she stepped to her dresser and opened a jewelry chest. Molly watched her pull out a necklace and earrings and bring them over. The necklace was a string of pearls with a teardrop crystal in the center. The earrings matched. "You'll wear these tonight and return them to me later," Lily stated as she placed the jewelry on Molly and stepped back again. "Oh Lily, they are so beautiful. Thank you so much," Molly was nearly in tears and couldn't help but to quickly embrace Lily. "Come now, we mustn't keep our gentlemen waiting," Lily said leading them out of her room and down the hall to the stairs. "You and Buck will walk over to the dance with Chris and I," she stated as she began to descend the stairs into the saloon. Molly followed a few stairs behind, butterflies dancing in her stomach with every step. She forced her hand to glide down the bannister rather than grip it tightly as walked down into the saloon. She stood on the last step and watched as Lily approached Mr. Larabee who was standing with Mr. Wilmington at the bar. Mr. Wilmington said something to both Lily and Chris before his attention found Molly. He slowly made his way over to her and despite her best intentions, Molly found herself gripping the banister. His smile lit up his eyes and Molly couldn't help but to return it. "Miss Molly," he said with a gentlemanly tip of his head. "You are absolutely breathtaking," his voice was low and soft and for a second Molly imagined he'd said anything. She'd never had such a generous complement paid to her and felt her face heat at the unaccustomed attention. "Mr. Wilmington," she said as she dipped a small curtsey, the appropriate gesture of a lady to her male suitor. She felt him lift her hand off the banister, taking it within his own so like what he'd done the night of the storm when they'd first met. It seemed like a lifetime ago rather than just a couple of weeks. She had the inappropriate wish that she wasn't wearing gloves so that she could feel his hand directly in her own. "I think it's about time you called me Buck," he said, stepping back to allow her to come off the step. The pair followed Lily and Chris out of the saloon into the evening. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Emma closed the door to the shop and drew down the shade on the window. She was exhausted from the flurry of the last few days. All she wanted to do was lay down and sleep till morning. But there wasn't time for that. Now that she had helped Cheyanne get ready, she had little time to get herself ready. She had promised Mary that she would help set up the food table and serve refreshments. Emma stepped into the backroom and surveyed the three dresses hanging there. A laugh bubbled up from inside her at the thought of how when she was with Isaac, she would have had thirty dresses to choose from, all fancier than these for a dance. She quickly changed into a dark green dress with lace that edged the neckline and cuffs. She repinned her hair and locked up the shop. Turning too quickly, her heel caught in a loose board and Emma felt herself falling backwards. A pair of hands caught her arm and helped her to get righted. "Are you alright, Mrs. Clark?" Emma tried to keep her face neutral at the sound of Ezra's voice. "Yes, Mr. Standish. Thank you for your assistance." Ezra looked down to where he still held her arm. He didn't want to let go. He missed being in her company, the sound of her voice. He regretfully let go and touched the brim of his hat to her. He tried to block out the sounds of laughter and people's voices as he walked back toward the saloon. Lily was standing on the walkway in front of the saloon. She raised an eyebrow at him as he approached. "Ezra, may we speak for a moment?" "Of course." "I was under the impression that you were fond of Mrs. Clark." Lily nodded toward Emma's figure that retreated around a corner. "She... I...," Ezra found it difficult to find the words to answer the question. He sighed. "I find her company quite enjoyable." "Then why haven't you spoken to her in days. Since her recovery, I've hardly seen you spare her a glance." She could see Ezra weighing the words he wanted to speak. "While my intentions towards Mrs. Clark have always been honorable. There may be some who would see her less favorably because of our acquaintance." Lily knew that there were some in Four Corners who were looked down on the seven who protected the town. Those same people no doubt thought that she was a brazen whore for owning a saloon. But she also knew that there were those in town who saw the honor these men had. "Ezra, I hope you won't think me out of line to say that you're an idiot." A smile caught the edges of his mouth. "Emma is fully capable of making the decision about whether or not your acquaintance will be a detriment to herself or her reputation." Lily squeezed Ezra's arm. "Please make up with her. I can't stand the both of you walking around looking as if someone died " "I shall endeavor to make reparations and get back in her good graces this evening." _______________________________________________________________ It took everything Cheyanne had to stay calm as she walked through the door into where the festivities where taking place. She had to keep herself from gripping Vin's arm to tight as not to alert him to her anxiety. It was one thing to walk among these people out in the open where she was able to give them a wide birth, but quite another to be under the same roof with so many people all at once. There were some who greeted them graciously. But there were others that she could feel more than see their eyes gawking at her, appalled that she dare make an appearance at such an event. Cheyanne averted her gaze toward the ground as not to meet their stares as she and her escorts made their way farther inside. She was becoming increasingly more agitated and frightened. She fought off the urge to run into Josiah's protective arms instead of clinging to the arm of her escort. Looking up slightly she began to scan the room her eyes darting back and forth searching the crowd for her friends Emma and Molly. Josiah's ever watchful and protective regard taking in every twitch of his young wards muscle, every hesitant step, and every heavy breath she took. Reaching a comforting hand over and laying it upon her shoulder. Cheyanne glanced up at him answering his unspoken question with the smallest of a nod acknowledging that she would be alright. "Well now, Looks like I found the perfect place to enjoy the night," Josiah spoke up with a mischievous grin spying the chairs lining wall next to the refreshments, from the looks of the men milling around one certain punch bowl he surmised that punch was probably made not entirely of fruit juices he guessed there may be some "spirits" lurking in the red fruity liquid. Looking at Cheyanne with a more serious tone. "I'll be right there if you need me." Cheyanne gave him a small grateful grin and a small nod. Acknowledging Vin Josiah limped away leaning on his crutches. Vin took Cheyanne's hand in his the music filled the air as the band played a slow waltz. The festive mood filling the air tonight made him smile and he felt like dancing "C'mon we'll start out slow" he asked more than insisted. Cheyanne almost hesitated but nodded her approval as he began to lead her to the dance floor. ___________________________________________________________________ A large building called the Grain Exchange was being used for the dance. It was on the edge of town and inside had been set up with a small stage for the musicians, a swept area for dancing and several long tables set up with refreshments. Several tables and chairs were also set up for people to sit and eat or drink at. Children were running with excitement while good natured calls of mothers to try and stay clean were filling the air along with other excited murmurs from towns people arriving. The building was already crowded as they entered and the musicians had begun with a waltz. A few couples had begun to dance and Molly noticed that Vin Tanner and Cheyanne were among them. Cheyanne looked so pretty in a dress that Molly had heard Mr. Sanchez had purchased for her after he'd acquiesced and let her attend the dance with Mr. Tanner. She looked so happy and Molly reasoned that he certainly wouldn't try anything in front of so many people. If anything he'd wait for an empty hallway... "Everything okay, darlin'?" Buck asked, squeezing her fingers that were on his arm. She realized that with her wayward thoughts she'd begun gripping tightly to his arm. She loosened her hold and offered him a smile. "It's just fine," she said. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. "Very much," she responded. She might not have received official dancing lessons but she knew most dances and was reasonably sure she wouldn't tread on his feet. It went against society etiquette to begin dancing a dance that had already started but Four Corners didn't play by those rules and a sense of freedom thrilled through Molly at the thought of deliberately and willfully going against what she'd always been taught was proper behavior. She allowed Buck to lead her to the edge of the dancing area before he led her in. He was a wonderful dancer and Molly was pleased that she'd remembered the steps. All too soon the song ended and Molly offered him the traditional end of waltz curtsy. He bowed to her with an air of silliness she found charming. Another song began, this one a country dance that she wasn't sure of the steps too but before she could beg off she found herself in his arms again being led through the steps. That song ended and laughing and out of breath she begged off a third dance in a row. Buck led her over to the refreshment table where Emma and Mary were tending to things. The three exchanged greetings and Buck retrieved a glass of punch for Molly. A woman approached the group that Molly had seen in town but hadn't been introduced too yet. It soon became clear she had no intention of joining the conversation with the women but instead was looking to speak with Buck. "I'd been hoping I could steal you away for a dance," she said. "That is if you don't mind," she directed to Molly in a tone that suggested she could give a fig if Molly truly minded or not. "Not at all," Molly offered cheerfully. "I could use a rest anyway." Buck gave her a smile of thanks that suggested she'd saved him some kind of trouble and Molly watched the pair go out. She began a conversation with Mary and Emma and soon Emma was approached by Mr. Standish and asked for a dance. Molly was pleased when her friend accepted. Her attention was drawn back to the dance floor and she noticed a different woman than the one who'd approached dancing with Buck. Molly couldn't help the twinge of disappointment and jealousy that went through her. Feeling the need to compose herself, Molly set her punch glass down on the table and walked outside. Dusk was coloring the horizon with various shades of blue as the sun set. Molly knew she was being foolish. Buck Wilmington was a large part of his growing town and she'd only been here a matter of days. She tried to convince herself that the loneliness of being homesick combined with the nerves of school starting was the more likely culprit. A few moments of fresh, cooler air would be just the thing, she reassured herself, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Vin and Cheyanne stepped off the dance floor to take a break. Vin was pleased that Cheyanne seemed to be enjoying herself albeit cautiously. He looked around the room and spotted Lily and Chris sitting together at one of the tables, Mary was at the refreshment table with Molly. A familiar masculine laugh brought Vin's attention back to the dance floor where he spotted Buck dancing with Miss Daisy Williams. She was the second town's woman that Vin had seen him dancing with since they'd arrived. He looked back over to the refreshment table and watched as Molly set her punch glass down and walked out the side door. "Why isn't Buck dancing with Molly?" Cheyanne asked. Vin picked up the trace of worry in her voice. He knew she was coming to see the school teacher as a friend. "I don't know," Vin asked, wondering the same thing. Buck was Buck and while Vin hadn't quite yet figured Molly out yet he trusted his instincts enough to know that she wasn't like most of the women who normally grabbed Buck Wilmington's attention. More than that, Vin felt that since Buck had escorted Molly he should be with her. "I want to go make sure she's alright," Cheyanne said. Vin nodded. "You go on. I'll meet up with you in a few minutes." He walked over to where JD was standing on the edge of the dance floor. "Hay there, Vin. You and Cheyanne havin' fun?" he asked. "Why isn't Buck dancin' with Miss Molly? I thought they came together?" "Go cut in," Vin said to JD. "I already danced with Miss Daisy. I'm waiting on Casey to finish dancin' with Mr. Potter, I promised her the next dance...Vin!" his protest was cut short as Vin pulled him by his arm onto the dance floor and toward Buck and Daisy. Vin tapped Buck on his shoulder and the pair stopped. "JD wants to cut in," Vin said, pushing JD toward Daisey and grabbing Buck by the arm toward the edge of the dance floor. He'd upset Molly which had upset Cheyanne and that had upset Vin. "Why aint'cha dancing with Miss Molly?" Vin asked in a low tone so as not to cause a scene. "She's takin' a rest and I don't see what business it is of yours who I dance with," Buck replied in an equally low tone. "She ain't takin' a rest. She got upset when she saw you dancin' with someone other than her, twice, and went outside. Cheyanne went to see if she's okay." Buck opened his mouth to respond but Vin cut him off. "You want this town thinkin' she's just another conquest to you?" Vin asked. "Where she comes from a man courts one woman at a time. You don't wanna do that you leave her be." "Alright, Vin, you've made your point," Buck sighed. Vin stepped aside to allow Buck to walk toward the door that Molly had gone out of. "Molly? Are you alright?" Making sure she wouldn't betray the negative feelings that had sent her outside, Molly hesitated a few seconds before she turned around to acknowledge Cheyanne's greeting. "Perfectly. It just was getting so dreadfully warm in there. I needed a touch of air," she responded. "Are you and Mr. Tanner enjoying yourselves? You look so pretty by the way," Molly hoped the complement would be enough to distract Cheyanne from further inquiry. "So do you," Cheyanne responded shyly. "You must have had so many pretty dresses back East." If she only knew, Molly thought. "Everything alright out here, Ani?" Mr. Sanchez's deep voice came from the doorway. Molly watched as Cheyanne hurried over to his side. He was supporting himself against the doorway. "Josiah, you shouldn't be up and around," Cheyanne gently scolded moving to stand next to him. "Band's takin' a break," Josiah said. "Sure wish I was able to join in the fun, dance with my girl. Maybe See if I could get the lovliest school teacher this side of the Mississippi to honor me with a dance or two." "You, sir, are a caution," Molly responded lightly making her way back to the doorway where Mr. Tanner and Buck appeared. Molly wondered if it were her imagination or if Buck truly looked as if he'd been chastised. He shared a glance with Mr. Tanner before stepping outside. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone," he added. Mr. Tanner, Mr. Sanchez and Cheyanne all walked back inside. "Seems I owe you an apology," Buck began. Molly shook her head. "Not at all..." she began but he cut her off, stepping toward her and taking her hands in his. "No, I do. You are the loveliest woman here and I should be thankin' the good Lord above that you're on my arm tonight." His thumbs traced the tops of her hands as he spoke and again Molly had the inappropriate wish about not having worn gloves. "There you two are," Lily's voice interrupted. "The band is about to start again." "Do you want to go back inside or should I see you home?" Buck asked Molly. She gave him a smile. "Of course I want to go back inside," she said. He tucked her hand in his arm and led her past Lily and back inside just as the music began again. Molly knew how to keep a stoic face no matter the situation. When the young blond woman dragged Buck on to the dance floor, Molly hid any feelings behind a solid, if fake smile. She hoped that her attitude of non-chalance could also deceive the other two women. "I dare say, that I fear for the men in this room with three women as lovely as those standing at this table." Ezra touched the brim of his hat in greeting. His gaze turned solely to Emma. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for a dance?" Emma was tempted to say no, but there was an earnestness in his voice that she'd never heard from Ezra. She nodded and let Ezra lead her to the dance floor. He was wearing one of the vests she had made. She knew him well enough to know that was a deliberate act on his part. "I believe that this town would be rebuilding into the next century if not for Mary's intervention." "I suspect that you are correct. Mrs. Travis has a habit of taking charge and seeing this town returned from the edge of ruin." Ezra took a deep breath. "I owe you an apology. I have been behaving deplorably toward you of late." Emma didn't repsond, her gaze not even meeting his. He knew had no reason to expect or deserve her forgiveness. Her single word came out as a whispered question. "Why?" "I had the occasion to take counsel from a friend, who I believe that while he had both our best interests in mind...his words did not reflect my true feelings on the matter." "And what are your true feelings on the matter?" "That I would like us to have the chance to become closer." ? ? Linda