Prologue California 1868 “Bueno Lara!” Joaquin slapped his leg. “Done for today?” “I think so.” She laughed and placed the colt back in the holster. “You are a better shot than Rafael.” He put his arm around her waist and led her back to the house. “And quicker.” Lara laughed. “Shooting again?” Esperanza called out from the porch. “It’s not lady like Lara.” “Mama, a lady needs to protect herself.” Joaquin leaned over and kissed his mothers cheek. “Maria, when are you going to have that baby?” Lara hung her gun belt at the door. “Mañana! Hopefully!” She waddled towards her eldest brother. “I thought you would have had it out last week!” Lara rubbed Maria’s protruding belly. “You just wait Lara. Someday it will be your turn.” She winked at Joaquin. “Come, dinner is ready.” Joaquin leaned over and whispered something in Spanish to Maria, resulting in a light slap on his arm from Lara. Dawning an innocent look, he turned to Lara, hands on her hips. She had learned quite a lot of Spanish, but she wasn’t fluent. “What?” He shrugged. “I hate it when you two do that.” Lara pouted. “Well you’ll just have to learn Spanish a little better than you have.” “Joaquin…” “Lo siento,” He said penitently. “Right you’ll be sorry!” She stalked over to the table and smiled at Armando and Rafael. “Joaquin says, you are shooting better than me now.” Rafael handed her a bowl of soup. “Damn straight.” Lara took off her hat and sat down. “Everyday, she is less like the young lady that we first met.” Armando said between slurps of steaming corn soup. “Bueno Maria.” “Joaquin, pareces cansado.” Maria poured some ale for him. “You need some rest.” “Sí, no pude dormirme.” “When you leave Laralie?” Esperanza inquired. “Tomorrow.” Lara kept her eyes on her bowl. Esperanza was like her second mother, and she knew she didn’t approve of her leaving. “Is no place for a lady.” “Mama.” Joaquin frowned. “Lara can make her own mind.” They spent the rest supper in uncomfortable silence. Finishing the last of her soup Lara grabbed her coat and gun belt as headed outside. Maria instantly rose to her feet and started towards the door to follow her, but Joaquin gently placed his hand on her arm. “I’ll talk to her.” He slowly descended the front stairs and towards the old tree at the edge of the lake near the house. He watched her for a few minutes, knowing she needed some time alone. “I know you’re there.” Lara wiped away the tears, but didn’t turn towards him. “Everything will be ok.” He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “He sent me that letter over a month ago.” Lara stared out across the lake. “What if I waited too long? I miss him, Joaquin I miss him so much.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?” She turned and looked up at him questioningly. “Listen to your heart.” He gently pushed one of her auburn curls behind her ear. Tentatively he pulled her closer, reveling in the way her body felt in his arms. Slowly his lips found hers he pulled her hair gently out of the loose ponytail and ran his fingers through her hair. “Joaquin-” Lara pulled back abruptly. “Lara, I’m sorry.” He knew she loved him like a brother, but he had loved her for many years now and he wasn’t about to let her ride out of his life. “If you leave, I’ll take you.” “It’s too dangerous; you have an easily recognizable face.” She smiled and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I’m leaving in the morning.” “Lara-” “Maybe someday,” Lara turned and walked towards the house, then turned to face him. “When your reputation is nothing but a tale old men tell their sons, we will meet again.” She smiled and retreated back to the house and to her room.. “Lara?” Maria opened the door and peeked in. “Come in.” “I would try to talk you out of this, but-” she hugged Lara tightly. “I know you are stubborn.” “You are like a sister to me, you know that right?” Lara walked over to her desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. After a few moments she folded up the paper and handed it to Maria. “Qué es eso?” “I don’t know if my father is coming back, I want you to have the house.” “What about you?” Maria asked, then realized her friend, her sister wasn’t planning on returning. “Lara, no…” “I wish I could stay until your baby is born.” “You need some sleep.” Maria took her bags off the bed and set them on the floor. Lara nodded and hugged Maria before settling in for the last night of sleep in the house she called home for many years. Restlessly she turned and looked out the window at the starlit sky. Many nights she lay there in her bed watching the stars as the hot Capistrano winds swept through her window. The sent of romneya in the salty ocean air. Lara closed her eyes and drifted into the darkness. Sleep came quickly that night, and morning even quicker. She woke early, and after much debate Joaquin saddled up two horses and they both rode off towards the train station. Chapter One Nebraska 1872 Lara starred languidly out the window and sighed. She had lost count on how many days they had traveled this time. They had spent only three days in Utah before they headed east, to Nebraska. This was her life since she left California. Following any hearsay word from city to city. She refolded the letter that had long since turned yellow with age, and slipped it into her handbag. This trip had been particularly exhausting. The salt flats seemed endless to her, and the constant chatter of the five year old in the seat next to her was grating on her nerves. As the train chugged along, Lara ached to be on solid, unmoving ground. Still she was glad Joaquin had insisted on traveling with her. She glanced across at him, still sleeping his hair tousled across his forehead. He looked like a gentleman in that suit, she thought to herself. Not an outlaw. Rock Creek, Nebraska was the next station. Lara watched as a few passengers quickly gathered their belongings. Moments later, she heard the confirming sound. The train was coming into the station. Leaning over she gently shook Joaquin awake. Soon the pair was standing on the dirt road in Rock Creek. Lara closed her eyes and took in a deep breath feeling the warm sun on her face. “Lara.” Joaquin pulled her towards the hotel. “Hurry, we’ll get a room and then dinner.” “Good, I’m starving.” Lara followed him through the crowds of people towards the hotel. “We’ll take a room please.” Joaquin set the bags down at the front desk. “No Injuns, read the sign.” A gruff looking man sneered behind the counter as Lara stifled a chuckle. “I’m no Indian.” Joaquin scowled. “You look like an Injun.” The middle aged man looked closer at him. “Good Sir, we have traveled many days.” Lara broke in the argument. “Ma’am, it’s just we don’t let no…” “Sir, we are from California, both of us. He’s not an Indian.” Lara smiled and leaned closer to the desk letting the man take in a full view of her cleavage. “Well, I ah,” the man stuttered. “Sorry, Ma’am for my uh mistake.” “Thank you.” Lara batted her eyes and smiled sweetly as he handed Joaquin the keys. Trying to contain her laughter Lara followed Joaquin up the stairs and dropped to the bed as soon as he opened the door. She was hungry, but much more than hungry she was tired. Seeing how much she needed rest, Joaquin let her rest for an hour or so before waking her up for dinner. The Rock Creek restaurant was crowded, and they had the same reaction to Joaquin as the man at the Hotel. Once again Lara convinced the man to let them in. “I don’t know how you do it.” Joaquin shook his head as they were seated. “Because men are so easy to manipulate.” Lara raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t look like an Indian.” He frowned. “Joaquin, these people probably haven’t seen too many Mexicans here.” Lara read the menu. “We are a long way from home.” “I guess you are right.” “I’m starving, what are you having?” “Lara-“ “What is it?” Lara noticed his sudden change of demeanor. “Remember what I told you.” Joaquin grasped her hands tightly. “How to reach me if you need help.” She nodded and followed his gaze to the group of men in the doorway looking in their direction. “Lara, I’ll leave word at the hotel for you-” “Go, Joaquin, quickly.” Lara’s eyes snapped back to Joaquin and she stood up. “Go now.” Her eyes were wild as she turned to walk towards the front of the restaurant. Almost at the door, Lara clutched her chest and rolled her eyes back, praying she didn’t hit anything as she let her body fall limp on the ground. Her scheme had worked, a crowd gathered around her, blocking the lawmen by the door from following Joaquin. Keeping up the act, she slowly fluttered her eyes as she felt someone fanning her. “Oh, she’s coming too.” “Someone call Doc,” An elderly man waved his hands around. “No, thank you, I’ll be fine.” Lara sighed heavily and glanced at the crowd around her. “Are you sure miss?” The man helped her to a chair. “Yes, thank you sir.” “You alright Ma’am.” A young man with a brilliant silver star on his shirt stood in front of her. “Yes, Marshal.” Lara stammered. “I must just be tiered from all the traveling.” “Where’s your friend?” “Friend?” Lara looked up at him blankly. “The man you were having dinner with.” “Well he’s right, there…” Lara looked around, feigning sincerity. “Well, he was.” “Come with us Ma’am.” The Marshal held out his hand and helped her to her feet. “I don’t understand…” Lara followed the two men back to the marshal’s office. “What brings you to Rock Creek? Ma’am.” “I was, well I’m just headin’ east is all. I’m looking for an old friend.” “What’s your name?” “Lara O’Conner.” “You ain’t from around here.” The young deputy piped in. “I’m from Capistrano, California.” Lara looked around small office. “Marshal, I’m feeling a bit faint, if you don’t mind-” “Ma’am, where’s Joaquin Vasquez?” The Marshal shut the door behind him. “Who?” Lara gave him an innocent look. “The man you were havin’ dinner with.” “You must be mistaken.” Lara shook her head. “He told me his name was Jack, Jack Mitchell.” “You’re sayin’ you don’t know him?” The Marshal looked her in the eyes. “Well, I met him on the train yesterday.” “You checked into the hotel with him.” The deputy spoke up again. “Oh, you must be mistaken.” Lara felt the sudden attack of panic, they had seen him before the restaurant. How long had they been followed? “Mr. Billings, the Hotel owner, says you both checked in.” The Marshal nodded. Lara smiled and thought quickly, biting her lower lip she looked across the street at the hotel. “Ma’am?” The Marshal insisted. “Where is Vasquez.” “I told you, I don’t know a Vasquez.” Lara regained her composure. “Jack was escorting me to the hotel, the owner must have thought otherwise. He was simply carrying my bags for me, that’s all.” “He said you were up there for over an hour-” the deputy started. “Have you brought me here to be impertinent?” Lara stood up and raised an eyebrow. “Just answer the question-” “You either let me go,” Lara cut him off. “Or throw me in jail.” “Thank you Ma’am for your time.” The Marshal led her to the door and watched as she walked across the street, looking back at them once before continuing on towards the hotel. “Why’d you let her go?” “She ain’t done nothin’, just watch her Peterson, she knows Vasquez.” “Alright Marshal.” The young deputy nodded. “Don’t let her out of your sight, she’ll lead us right to him.” Chapter Two Lara sighed as she walked out of the hotel. She’d been there for two weeks and every morning there he sat. Rolling her eyes and sighing she walked passed the young deputy and into the Marshall’s office. “Miss O’Conner.” The marshal smiled as she walked over to where he sat. “Good day Marshal.” She held out her hand. “Something I can do for you?” He shook her hand. “Actually, I’ve come to help you.” She glanced outside. “You tellin’ us where Vasquez is?” “Can’t tell you what I don’t know.” Lara reached into her pocket and dug out a piece of paper. “What’s this?” “Well I thought it would be a lot easier for your deputy to follow me, if he knew where I was going in advance. Unless of course, he’d prefer to escort me.” “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” The marshal shook his head. “Of course not.” Lara raised an eyebrow as she walked towards the door. “If you are afraid of him, I can protect you.” “He wouldn’t hurt me.” She stopped at the door knowing she was caught. “I don’t need your protection, Marshal.” “So you do know him.” “I don’t know where he is. That’s the truth.” Lara turned to face the marshal and the man sitting beside him. “Good day Marshal, Sir.” She turned on her heel and walked out. “She the one?” Buck looked over as his old friend watched the woman walk out. “Yep that’s her.” “You think she’s lyin’?” “I don’t know.” Kid shook his head. “But, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of Joaquin Vasquez.” “Well Kid, you got your work cut out for you.” Buck laughed. “She’s a spitfire.” “That’s for sure. That girl’s given poor Peterson the slip four or five times so far.” Kid laughed. “A blind man could give Peterson the slip.” “Buck-“ “A lame blind man.” Buck stifled a laugh. “I’m heading out to Sweetwater today; see if Teaspoon’s seen anything.” Kid shook his head. “You think he may be headed there?” “I overheard her talking to Callie Johnson, askin’ how far it was to Sweetwater.” “I’ll keep an eye on Peterson.” Buck said in a mocking tone. “Well, I had to have a deputy.” Kid slapped him on the back. “After you quit.” “Ride safe Kid.” Buck waved as Kid mounted and rode off towards Sweetwater. “Miss O’Conner, a young man left this for you.” “Thank you Sir.” Lara took the envelope from Mr. Billings and quickly headed up to her room. Locking the door behind her, she carefully opened the note. The hand writing was scratchy, but she recognized it at once. Joaquin. Quickly she grabbed a piece of paper from her satchel and hastily scribbled a note. Dear Joaquin, come back next week. I’m still being followed, can’t risk it. Take care, Lara Carefully she sealed it tightly in the envelope. It was too dangerous for her to meet up with him now, with the marshal and deputy watching her every move. She tucked the note in her bag and hung it on the chair. One week, hopefully they would give up. Lara sighed heavily and flung herself on the bed. Groggily she rolled over as the sunlight hit her eyes. Oh damn! She thought to herself. She hadn’t planed on falling asleep; she hadn’t even changed out of her clothes. She languidly pulled herself off the lumpy bed and glanced out the window. There he was, just as she expected. Deputy Peterson, in his usual morning perch on the steps of the marshal’s office. Shaking her head, Lara quickly washed up and changed into fresh clothes. Effortlessly she strapped on her gun belt then smoothed her leather vest over her crisp white shirt. One last look in the mirror she quickly tucked her auburn waves under her hat. She had to get out of the hotel without the deputy following her today. She hoped her disguise would do the job. “Hey Peterson, you still watchin’ that O’Conner girl?” Buck watched as she walked out of the livery with a large quarter horse. “Yeah, looks like she’s sleepin’ late today.” Peterson yawned oblivious. “Mhmm,” Buck shook his head at the young deputy. “I’ll see you later.” Buck quickly mounted and rounded the corner keeping a safe distance as he followed her just out of town. He watched as she cautiously dismounted and looked around. She was guarded, but not aware of his presence on the high ground about fifty feet from her. Silently he waited as she stealthfully climbed the old oak tree and tied something to the branches about half way up, then retreated back to her horse. He debated wether or not to follow her or wait to see who picked it up. Seeing her heading back into town, he decided to wait. After a few minutes he snuck down to the tree and reached the object in a matter of seconds. Carefully he sliced it open, read it then folded it back up and climbed back down the tree. Going back up onto the high ground Buck waited. Several hours went by before he saw the boy who picked up the note. Taking note of the direction the boy went in, Buck headed back to town. Dusk was setting when Buck rode back into town. He didn’t know what to make of the mysterious stranger. She certainly didn’t seem the type to be aiding and abetting an outlaw. One thing was for certain though; Lara O’Conner was not the woman she pretended to be that was for sure. “That’s it?” Kid slammed his fist on the table. “I’m telling you Kid. Except for the note, she’s hasn’t done anything unusual.” “Well who got the note?” “I don’t know, he was just a boy.” Buck arched an eyebrow. “The note was to Vasquez though.” “Well what did it say?” Kid asked impatiently. “Just said to come back in a week, she doesn’t want to risk him getting caught.” “Buck.” Kid clenched his jaw. “Why didn’t you arrest him?” “I aint a deputy anymore Kid.” “Oh come on, that’s never stopped you from doin’ what’s right!” Kid yelled. “He was just a boy, probably didn’t even know what he was picking up, or who he was taking it to.” “Damn that woman!” “Kid-“ “She knows where he is I know it!” “If she does know, she’s not telling.” “Maybe,” “What are you thinking?” Buck watched as Kid got that far away look in his eyes. “As long as she thinks we are watchin’ she’ll never say anything.” Kid sat back in his chair. “I think if Miss O’Conner had a friend to talk to, she may just talk.” “How’s Teaspoon and Rachel?” Buck changed the subject, hoping to get Kid’s mind off whatever he was planning. “Oh, he’s as ornery as ever, and driving Rachel nuts I’m sure.” “Sounds like Teaspoon.” “He’s had his hands full though. The army has been having some problems with the Indians. Teaspoon said about three weeks ago about fifteen warriors were found, killed near Pine Bluff.” “I know.” Buck scowled. “White Eagle told me.” “Teaspoon says this army captain is out for blood.” “They all are.” Chapter Three “I think this would like real fine Louise.” Lara held up a dark blue dress to her new acquaintance. “You think so?” Lou turned and looked at her reflection. “You goin’ to the dance tonight?” “I guess I have to don’t I?” Lara smiled. “If I don’t, your husband will be too busy following me around and won’t be able to see you in that dress and that would be a shame.” “I think I’ll take it!” Lou turned around in the mirror and smiled. “I know the Marshal thinks I’ll tell you something.” “Lara-“ “It’s ok, I don’t care. It’s nice, having someone to talk to.” “Kid did ask me to talk to you, but I really think we can be friends.” Lou put her hand over Lara’s. “I hope so.” Lara looked out the window and laughed when she saw the deputy staring intently at her. “You think maybe he can take the night off?” “I think so.” Lou laughed at the young deputy gawking in through the window. “But I think the boy’s quite taken with you.” Lou handed Mrs. Sutter the money for the dress. “Now why would you say that?” Lara batted her eyes towards Peterson. “Well I don’t know.” Lou said with sarcasm dripping off her voice. “Good day Deputy.” Lara sauntered by him. “Miss O’Conner.” John clumsily tipped his hat. “Mrs. McCloud.” “Now Deputy Peterson, where are your manners?” Lara glanced over to the man to his side. “I’ve been here almost a month and you still haven’t introduced me to your friend here.” “Uh, well-“ “Buck Cross.” He offered his hand. “Well, Mr. Cross. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Lara O’Conner.” “Peterson!” Kid yelled from the Marshal’s office. “Excuse me. Duty calls.” Peterson puffed out his chest and smiled at Lara. “Buck you comin’ out for dinner tonight?” Lou tossed the dress in the back of the buckboard. “You makin’ that roast?” He leaned against the side. “Sure am.” “I’ll be there.” Buck smiled so broadly his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Lara, your invited too.” “No thanks Lou. I’ll see you tonight.” Lara turned to go, then stopped and looked over her shoulder. “You will save me a dance tonight, won’t you Mr. Cross?” “I, ah-“ Buck looked across to Lou, then back over to Lara. “Sure.” “Bye Louise. It was nice meeting you Mr. Cross.” Lara lightly bit her lower lip and walked back to the hotel, taking one last look Buck before she went inside. “What are you smiling at?” Buck frowned slightly when he saw Lou’s grinning face. “You.” Lou laughed. “Buck you haven’t been to a town dance in over three years.” “Joaquin!” Lara slammed the door and ran into his arms. “What are you doing here? Are you crazy!” “I saw your father in Rock Creek few days ago.” “Has he found David?” Lara’s eyes were wide with panic. “No.” “Well have you seen him?” “Not yet, it seems many years ago, there was a man. He helped David. I found a small village, a warrior there told me. David is living with a tribe between here Nebraska.” “On a reservation?” Lara frowned. “I don’t know.” “We have to find him before my father does.” “Come Lara, let’s go.” “Joaquin, the Marshal it’s not safe here.” “That is why we go, now.” “They will follow me, I’ll meet you in one week.” Lara hugged him. “I will meet you at the river, on the southeastern border.” “You said one week before.” Joaquin smiled. “I promise, one week! Now go, before someone sees you!” “I will be there.” “Ride safe Joaquin.” “One week.” He slipped out the window. Lara sat down on the chair and looked out the window. It had been over four years she had searched for her brother. She tried not to get her hopes up though, she had been close before. She opened the locket around her neck and smiled fondly at the picture. “Lou, you look so beautiful tonight.” Kid smiled and turned her around the dance floor. “Well thank you Kid.” She blushed prettily. “Lara convinced me to buy this dress.” “Hmmm.” Kid flashed a look across the room at his deputy obviously hanging on every word out of her mouth. “He’s suppose to be watchin’ her, not flirtin’.” “Take it easy Kid, he’s just a boy.” “She said anything to you?” “No. She ain’t mentioned him once.” “Well McGregor says he saw a man, looked like Vasquez in town today.” “Kid, you promised me.” Lou turned his face to hers. “You promised, no work tonight.” “Sorry.” Kid nodded and held his wife tighter as he twirled her around. “Now that’s more like it.” She giggled. “Well what’s Buck up too?” Kid watched as buck lead Lara O’Conner to the dance floor. “I think it’s called dancin’ Kid.” “Buck’s got no sense when it comes to women.” “Why’s that?” “Girl like that.” “Like what?” “She’s trouble Lou.” “I didn’t think you were coming tonight. Deputy Peterson assured me, that you don’t attend any town dances.” Lara smiled up at Buck and waited for a response. ”Well I’m glad you did.” She broke the silence at last. “So am I.” He cleared his throat softly and pulled her closer. “What is it that you do Mr. Cross.” “It’s Buck.” He corrected her. “Well then Buck, what do you do?” “I have a horse ranch, just outside town.” Buck breathed deeply, she smelled so wonderful. Fresh and sweet, but he couldn’t place the sent. “Why are you here?” “The whole town is here, it’s a-“ “I mean in Rock Creek.” Buck laughed softly. “Oh, I see.” Lara bit her lip, chastising herself for acting like a fool. “Well I’m looking for someone.” “You’re pretty forward.” He arched an eyebrow. “No-” Lara laughed. “Not like that. I’m looking for someone I once knew.” “Oh, sorry.” Buck looked away embarrassed. “Someone in town? Maybe I know them-“ “No, not in town.” Lara was too eager to change the subject. “Are you dancing with me to get information for your Marshal friend?” “No,” “Then why are you?” Lara’s suspicions were rising, so was her voice. “I wasn’t aware a man needed a reason to dance with a beautiful woman.” Buck said sincerely. “Oh,” “I understand your suspicion.” Buck tilted her head towards him. “I just want to be a friend.” “Miss O’Conner, my name is Matthew Densby.” The handsome young man offered his hand. “Mr. Densby,” she curtsied, still holding Buck’s hand in hers. “May I trouble you for the next dance?” “No trouble at all.” Lara lightly squeezed Buck’s hand before letting go. Although Lara had wanted to dance more with Buck, fate was not on her side that night. After a rather long dance with a very talkative young man, Lara excused herself and snuck out of the dance hall for a breath of fresh air. “Can I walk you back to the hotel?” A deep voice broke her thoughts. “Buck!” Lara turned suddenly. “You startled me.” “Sorry.” He held out his arm. “You’re lucky I’m not armed.” She laughed and linked her arm through his. “I’ll have to be more careful in the future.” He smiled and placed his hand over hers. “Rock Creek is a nice town. Have you lived here your whole life?” “No, but I have for a little over ten years now I guess.” “Deputy Peterson told me you use to ride with the old Pony Express.” “That was a long time ago.” Buck smiled in remembrance. “Must have been exciting.” “Maybe I’ll tell you about it someday.” He stopped as they reached the steps to the hotel. “I’d like that.” Lara turned towards him. “I had a wonderful evening.” “Can I call on you?” Buck almost blurted out. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” “Good.” Buck grinned wildly. “Good night Lara.” “Buck.” She gently pulled him towards her brushing her lips to his cool cheek. “Good night.” Her soft warm lips felt like a fire on his cheek. Buck felt his heart race as he turned to go. Glancing back at her once, he waved and watched her disappear into the hotel. He knew he shouldn’t entertain the thoughts in his mind, but he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was like no other woman he’d ever met. Chapter Four “Buck! Wait, Buck!” Kid walked briskly across the street to where Buck was hitching up his horse. “Morning Kid.” “I need to talk to you. About Lara.” “Kid, I know-“ “No you don’t. Listen, I wrote the Marshal, in Capistrano. Laralie O’Conner died ten years ago.” “I’m sure he’s mistaken-“ “That’s not all.” Kid pulled Buck into the alleyway between the hotel and the saloon. “Laralie O’Conner was murdered.” “Murdered?” “Marshal says he’s got witness’s saying the Vasquez brothers killed her.” “And Lara?” “Who knows, she’s not Lara O’Conner though. Buck, at the least, she’s protecting a murderer that killed an innocent family. The worst, she helped.” “No, no way.” Buck pushed him back. “How do you know that?” Kid stopped him from leaving. “You barely know her!” “No, she’s not a murderer.” Buck pushed him aside and walked back to his horse, where Lara was waiting. With doubt in his mind, he looked her over carefully. As she turned to him, he watched as she turned towards him, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. Even from where he stood, he could see her almost black eyes sparkled brightly. Her soft long curls of auburn hair shone brightly in the morning sun, and that smell. The smell that kept him awake at nights thinking about her. Was she a murderer? “Buck!” Lara walked over to him quickly. “Miss. O’Conner.” Kid tipped his hat in acknowledgment. “Marshal.” “Are you comin’ out to the house tonight?” Kid turned to Buck. “I can’t, I have a mare that’s ready to deliver.” “That’s good, I’ll see you later. Remember what I said.” “What’s wrong, are you alright?” Lara frowned as the marshal walked away. “I’m fine.” Buck hid his doubts and walked over to her. “Well I have a fine picnic packed, are you ready?” Lara patted the basket in her arms. Buck took the basket from her and tied it securely to the back of his saddle. He turned around to help her to her mount, but he found her already in the saddle waiting for him. He tried to get what Kid had said out of his mind, but his friends words were eating away at him. He spared a sideways glance at the woman riding beside him. How lovely she looked, her face flushed as her auburn hair blew gently behind her. Firmly he griped the reigns tighter and looked ahead at the lush green valley. Spring rains had brought the vibrant color back to the land. Lara watched as Buck stopped and tied his horse to a nearby tree. He was very quiet, more so than usual. It was six days since the dance, and they had spent all but one day together. Lara sighed as she dismounted and tied her horse next to Buck’s. “What’s bothering you Buck?” Lara looked up at him as she laid on the blanket and saw the frowning expression he’d been wearing since she saw him. “I’m just thinking.” He turned and handed her the basket. “Don’t lie-“ “I don’t lie.” He said too quickly, and a little to harshly. “Are you accusing me of something?” Lara’s defenses went up instantly. “Are you in trouble Lara? Is that why you’re here?” “No, I told you, I’m looking for someone.” “You had me convinced.” Buck leaned against the tree trunk and stared coldly at her. “Convinced of what?” “Why bother Lara? Why pretend with me?” “I’m not pretending-“ “Stop lying!” He raised his voice. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What’s your name Lara?” “You know my name-“ “What’s your full name?” Buck demanded. “What’s this about Buck?” Lara set her jaw. “Is this about Joaquin? You think I’m lyin’ about him? Well I’m not! I don’t know where he is.” “I know-“ “I swear! I’m a terrible liar.” Lara’s voice grew louder, on the verge of yelling. “Joaquin always said that. I don’t know where he is, it’s for my protection and his.” “I saw you, at the tree-“ “I left him a note.” Lara admitted. “I won’t lead you to him, don’t ask me to.” “Why? He’s a murderer, a thief-“ “Thief, yes.” Lara nodded. “He steals blood money. Money men were killed for. You think you know everything don’t you! Well you don’t!” Lara got up and stalked over to her horse. “I know he murdered Lara O’Conner. Now who are you?!” Buck grabbed her a little harder than he intended. “Did you help him? Did you watch him kill her or did you help?” Before Buck had a chance to think Lara had a gun drawn on him. “How dare you!” She struggled to control her temper. “Joaquin didn’t kill her.” “Lara, I’m not gonna hurt you.” Buck backed off. “I promise, you can put the gun away.” “Take yours off.” She motioned to the gun at his hip. “And the knife.” Buck slowly handed her his gun and slowly took the knife from his leg and set it on the ground. “You think you have it all figured out don’t you?” “Then tell me.” “What do you want from me?” “The truth.” “Would you believe me?” She asked as she put her gun in the pouch on her saddle and returned to the blanket. “Yes.” He sat down across from her. “Joaquin didn’t kill Laralie O’Conner.” Lara sighed heavily. “She was my aunt, and my namesake.” “What happened?” “It was an accident; she was caught in the crossfire.” Lara wiped away her tears. “It wasn’t Joaquin though, I swear it.” “He’s wanted for her murder. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” “I can’t.” Lara said blankly. “Joaquin is my brother, blood or not. I would do anything for him. The man that shot my aunt blamed it on Joaquin, told me if I ever said anything he would kill Maria.” “Maria?” “Joaquin’s sister, I grew up with her.” “I’m sorry.” “You didn’t know.” Lara looked over at his face covered with concern. “I’ll help you, whatever you ask.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” Buck was taken aback by her question, but he more so he was surprised at his growing fondness for her. “Thank you.” She reached over and took his hands in hers. “Promise me, right now. Swear to me that you will never lie to me.” He held her hands tightly and looked deeply into her eyes. “Buck, there’s things I can’t tell you-“ “I know, just swear that you won’t lie though, promise me that.” “I promise.” She nodded. “I will do everything I can to help you.” Buck pulled her tightly to him. “Do you mean that?” She watched him nod in silence. “Can you keep your friends busy tomorrow?” “Are you meeting Joaquin?” “Yes.” “Will you be coming back?” “Would it affect your answer?” “I will keep them in town.” Buck cupped her cheek in his hand pulling her slowly towards him. “Thank you.” She leaned into the kiss, meeting him half way. “Will you be coming back?” “Yes.” Lara smiled as she brushed a long strand of his dark hair back and stared deeply into his soft brown eyes. She was loosing her heart fast, and she couldn’t stop it. Buck closed his eyes and breathed in her intoxicating scent as his lips captured hers. Slowly his kisses trailed down her jaw and across to the soft skin below her ear. Caressing her back his hands made their way around her small waist and pulled her tightly to him. He laid her down gently on the blanket, as he softly ran a finger down her lightly freckled nose and let it rest on her full lips. “Lara, I don’t want to loose you.” “You won’t.” She kissed his finger then gently pulled his face towards her for another heated kiss. Chapter Five Buck paced the wooden porch of his house as he looked across the horizon for her silhouette. She had taken one of his horses that morning and left him a note that she would be back by nightfall. But the sun was quickly setting, turning the sky a hazy pink. Buck was growing more impatient by the minute. Not being able to stand it anymore, he saddled up and rode off towards the river. The air was heavy through the valley. Buck felt the moisture cling to his body as he pushed his horse on. By the time he reached the river nightfall had completely set in. Thoroughly Buck searched the muddy bank. No signs of Lara. “Get off you horse mister.” A deep voice was followed by the familiar sound of a riffle cocking. “Loose the gun.” “I don’t have any money.” Buck obliged and tossed his gun to the side. “I don’t want your money.” The man stepped out of the shadows. “I’m not here for you.” Buck said when recognized the stranger from the wanted papers in town. “Maybe no.” “Where’s Lara?” Buck waited for an answer. It seamed like an eternity in the silence that followed. In one fluid movement Buck drew his knife and lunged at the man. Knocking him down and pinning him under the razor sharp blade. “I said, where is she?” “She didn’t show up.” Joaquin spat angrily. “What?” Buck frowned. He had thought that Lara decided to leave with Joaquin, or maybe he had forced her too. The idea that she may be hurt, or worse hadn’t crossed his mind until that moment. Slowly he got up off the man and returned his knife to its rightful place on his leg. As Buck turned to his horse he felt a sharp pain in his side. Turning quickly he ducked in time to miss the next few punches. Buck was quick and managed to dodge Joaquin’s punches until he could tackle him to the ground. “I told you, I ain’t here for you!” Buck shoved him hard into the soft mud bank. “Now we both want the same thing.” Joaquin said nothing but grunted from the wind being knocked out of him. “Now either you help me find her, or get out here.” Buck stood up and held out his hand to help Joaquin up. “She hasn’t been here.” Buck mounted his horse. “How do you know?” “Her tracks aren’t here.” Buck pointed to the ground. “She didn’t make it this far. We can backtrack, find her trail.” Neither spoke as they rode through the darkness. It was an hour before Buck saw her horse wandering in the tall grass. He pointed and the two rode towards the limping mare. “She is hurt.” Joaquin was the first to dismount. “Maybe.” Buck surveyed the area. “She is a good rider.” Joaquin felt his stomach lurch. He knew she was a good rider; she wouldn’t have just let her horse go. Something was wrong. “You search there.” Buck pointed to the right before he rode off in the opposite direction. A storm was coming, the low laying clouds were moving in making the night even darker. He searched frantically for what seamed like hours until he heard Joaquin shout for his help. Swiftly he turned and rode towards the shouting. Upon reaching them, his worst fears were confirmed. Joaquin knelt beside her limp body, cradling her in his arms. Within seconds Buck had dismounted and was at her side. She was still breathing, but her heartbeat was week. Buck looked over at the man beside her. Seeing the stricken look on his face, he wondered briefly what their relationship truly was. Lara had told him, Joaquin was like her brother. Buck knew different, the look in his eyes. He knew it all too well. “I’m taking her to the doctor.” Buck quickly picked her up. “No-“ “You can’t do anything for her. She’s hurt, bad.” Joaquin stood up and helped Buck secure her on his horse. “Take care of her.” Buck simply nodded and rode off towards town. Lara stirred slightly a couple times on the way, which pleased Buck. It meant she was still alive, he quickened his pace. Seeing the glow of moisture on her face, he knew she was fighting. It was dawning and the doctor was still looking over Lara. Buck sat in the corner and waited. At every mumble of the doctor Buck sucked in his breath, waiting for bad news. He had seen the blood on her dress; it had stained his shirt as they rode. Buck looked up as the doctor tucked the blanket in around her shoulders. “How is she?” Buck’s voice cracked with emotion. “She’ll be fine.” The doctor glanced over at the young woman. “She’s a fighter. I gave her some laudanum, for the pain. She’s got a gash on the back of her head, but I stitched her up. She’s going to need a lot of rest and carin’ for the next few days. I don’t want any of those stitches comin’ loose.” “Yes Sir.” Buck nodded. “Thank you.” Buck handed him some money and walked over to the table where Lara lay. She was still ghastly white, and her usual auburn curls were stained red and were all matted with blood. “Buck?” Lara’s eyes fluttered. “Shhh.” He grabbed her hand. “You’re gonna be ok.” Lara licked her dry cracked lips. She felt as though she had been run over by a train. Listlessly she rolled onto her side and stretched. Every bone in her body ached, and her head felt like it was on fire. Lara yawned and opened her eyes. Wherever she was she was certainly glad there was a nice warm bed. She scanned the room slowly; she wasn’t in the hotel that was for sure. The room she was in was nice, small and cozy. From where she lay she could see a chest of drawers and a vanity table with a wash basin. Propping herself against the headboard she slowly sat up and winced at the pounding in her head. The door to the room was open a bit and she could hear movement, but no one came in. “Hello?” Her voice was so soft she could hardly hear it. Trying again she croaked, but her throat was so dry nothing came out. As she stood up shakily, she noticed she was in her chemise and nothing else. “Hey, hey what are you doing out of bed?” Buck opened the door and saw Lara standing with one hand on the bed, looking very disoriented. “What happened?” Lara mostly mouthed over her barely audible voice. “Shhh.” Buck set the tray of food he brought up on the vanity and helped her back into the bed. “Here’s some water.” Feeling the cool liquid rush down her throat almost instantly the tightness seamed to loosen. “What happened?” “I was hoping you could tell me.” Buck sat on the edge of the bed. “Well.” She sighed and leaned back on the pillow. “The last thing I remember was falling off the horse. She stepped down hard and next thing I knew I was on the ground.” “Seams she twisted her leg. Joaquin and I found you.” “Joaquin?” Lara sat up quickly, regretting it as soon as she did. “He’s ok Lara.” Buck gently laid her back down. “My head is killing me.” She moaned softly. “Here, I want you to eat a few bites. Then I’ll give you some laudanum.” “I feel like I was run over by a train, not just thrown from a horse.” “Well you hit your head, pretty badly.” He held a spoon to her lips. “I can’t begin to tell you how good that tastes. I’m starving.” “You should be.” Buck smiled and quickly fed her another spoonful. “You have been asleep for two days.” “What about Joaquin?” “I let him know you were alright. He said he would come again in a few days.” “Buck?” Lara looked down at her undergarments. “Where are my clothes?” “In the closet.” Buck smirked at the look on her face. He knew exactly what she was thinking. “Lou dressed you.” He put her mind at ease. “Oh.” Lara blushed and finished the bowl of broth. “Give me your finger.” He dropped some laudanum on the tip. “You take that, and get some sleep.” “Will you stay with me?” Lara sucked the liquid off her finger. “Until I fall asleep?” “Sure.” He tucked the blankets around her and watched as she slowly drifted to sleep. “How is she?” Joaquin followed Buck up the stairway. “She’s doing much better. She’s been eating solid food for the last two days.” “Bueno.” Joaquin peeked in the room and smiled when he saw Lara. “Joaquin!” Lara sat up and opened her arms to hug him. “How are you feeling?” “Good.” She hugged him tightly. “It’s a good thing you have a hard head.” Joaquin smiled and sat down on the bed. “Funny.” Lara shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Did you find him?” “No, Lara the man I told you about who knew of him was killed.” “I’ll be better tomorrow, I’ll ride with you-“ “No, you need to rest.” Joaquin laughed. “Joaquin is right Lara. You can’t even stand for more than a few minutes without getting tiered.” Buck walked in with a plate of food. “Is that dinner?” Lara perked up. “I see your appetite is still good.” Joaquin teased. “Lara, you be a good girl. I have to go.” “Can’t you stay? Just a little longer?” “I put you in danger being here.” Joaquin kissed her cheek and smiled. “Wait.” Lara hugged him tighter. “It’s ok Lara, I will be fine.” He pulled back and smiled. “You know that.” “Be careful.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to walk Joaquin out, I’ll be back to check on you.” Buck handed her the plate. “Thank you for taking good care of her.” Joaquin followed Buck downstairs. “I’ll do anything for her.” Buck stated as he stepped out onto the porch. “So will I.” Joaquin pulled his hat on. Buck nodded in understanding as Joaquin rode off the ranch. He was in love with Lara too. The question remained, was she in love with him? Buck’s brown creased with concern. He shut the door behind him and climbed the stairs to check on Lara. She was the only one who could put his heart at ease. He smiled as he walked into the room. She had fallen asleep before she had finished her dinner. The plate was still balancing on her lap, but the fork lay on the floor and her head was awkwardly tilted downwards. “Buck?” Her eyes fluttered open as he tried to move her to a more comfortable sleeping position. “Go to sleep sweetheart.” He tucked in the blankets around her. Chapter Six “What are you doing?” Buck stared incredulously as he watched Lara scamper around the kitchen humming softly to herself. “Makin’ you breakfast.” Lara smiled and placed a steaming cup of coffee on the table where he usually sat. “You should be in bed.” He said as he took the plate from her hand and set it down on the table grabbing her wrist gently. “I’m fine. Really, besides I’m board sitting up there.” She wiggled out of his grasp. “Smells good.” Buck gave in. He knew how stubborn she was, and it had been a week since her fall. Not too mention the entire kitchen smelled heavenly. “Well? What do you think?” “It’s delicious.” Buck relished the sweet cake in is mouth. “And I’m feeling much better now.” Lara sat down next to him. “That’s good.” “So much better in fact, that I was thinking-“ “No, you aren’t riding out with Joaquin.” Buck raised an eyebrow at her. “Why not?” She pouted. “Eat.” Buck pushed her plate towards her. “Buck-“ “You aren’t well enough to go traipsing around all day.” “I’m going to go insane if I don’t get out of this house.” Lara said dramatically. “I’ll take you out today, for a picnic.” “Well at least it’s out of the house.” Buck added with a smirk. “As long as you don’t pull a gun on me this time.” “I can’t make any promises.” Lara laughed and shook her head. “Any sign of him?” Kid tossed his hat on the desk and poured some coffee. “Not yet.” “Great.” He muttered a low indistinct curse. “Looks like we might have some help.” Paterson pointed out the window at the small group riding by. “They aint help Paterson.” Kid had been expecting them. Teaspoon had let him know that they had left Sweetwater. “That’s trouble.” “What is this?” Lara was laying on her back looking up at Buck as she gently touched the pouch around his neck. “My medicine pouch.” “What’s in it?” “Things.” He studied her face, there was no sign of mockery, she was sincerely curious. “Well things like what?” She persisted. “Things that help me, guide me.” He paused. “Personal things.” “Oh.” “Before a boy becomes a man, a warrior, he has to find his medicine. He will go alone for many nights and hopefully have a vision. He is told then what he needs for protection.” “That’s why you wear it always?” “Yes. There’s other things too, precious things.” “Sentimental?” She smiled as he nodded. “Maybe someday I’ll show you.” He looked down at her locket. “What’s in there?” “Here,” she opened it and pointed to the man on the left. “Is Joaquin, and his brother Armando, and Maria. And that is my brother and me.” “I didn’t know you had a brother.” “Yes, he is my half brother.” Lara snapped the locket closed. “What about your parents?” “My mother died, several years ago.” “I’m sorry.” “Tell me about your family.” Lara quickly changed the subject. “I have a brother, half brother too. He is a war chief.” “How come you live here and not with him?” “I left the village when I was a young boy.” Buck swallowed hard. It had been many years since that day, but still it pained his heart. “My brother didn’t understand at first, and we parted ways. Since then we have made amends. But this is my home now.” “And your parents?” “My mother died, and I never knew my father.” “Seems we have a lot in common. You and I.” Lara sighed softly sencing the pain very eveident in his voice. “Who would have guessed.” Lara’s breath caught in her chest as he leaned closer to her. She could feel the ends of his hair blowing gently across her cheek as she closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers. After several seconds passed Lara opened her eyes wondering what was taking him so long. “Are you going to kiss me? Or not?” She asked impatiently. “Is that what you were waiting for?” He smiled with a glint in his eyes. “Oh forget it.” She huffed and pushed him away. “Do you always get your way?” He moved his body over hers, pinning her down, keeping her from moving away. “No,” she said slowly. He pulled her tighter, holding her in his arms he could feel her sigh. Buck traced her jaw line with his finger and slowly guided her lips to his. He breathed in that sweet sent on her warm skin. Softly, he ran a hand through her long hair, feeling the silken strands and winding her curls around his fingers. He felt her arms enveloping him, as she ran her long fingers down his back. After several moments Buck pulled back, his breathing heavy. He gazed longingly into her dark eyes. He was already struggling to control his own passion, but seeing the look in Lara’s eyes, knowing she wanted him was almost too much. He leaned back, and pulled her into his lap and cradling her gently. Although Lara was content to wrap herself in his arms, she wondered why he had pulled back so abruptly. The thought troubled her. Maybe he didn’t feel the same as she did. She frowned slightly as she snuggled her back tighter against his chest and watched the sun set behind the mountains. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” He broke the silence after many minutes. “It is very beautiful.” She traced invisible circles on his arm. “I use to climb up the cliffs near my home and watch the sun set into the ocean.” “I was talking about you.” He whispered while leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. “Hmm…” She closed her eyes and relaxed. She felt safe, warm, at one with Buck. “I don’t want this day to end.” “I was thinking the same thing.” Buck leaned his chin on her shoulder and rested his head against hers. He could feel her shiver against his body. “We should go, it’s late.” He helped her up. The pair rode silently back to his house, both lost in their own thoughts. Lara went up to her room and changed into a nightdress. She watched Buck from her window as he finished cooling down the horses. She couldn’t understand why she felt such a great desire to be with him, to feel him touch her. Lara turned from the window and sat at the edge of her bed. She had long given up her romantic ideals of what love was. She was considered by most quiet old to not be married. She was twenty six, when most women were married by the time they were twenty. It wasn’t the lack of men that flocked to her, but her indesisivness. Lara longed for a man to love, a man she couldn’t bare to live without. She assumed that one day she and Joaquin would marry. He was a good man, and she knew he loved her. But as hard as she tried Lara couldn’t feel that way about him. He was her brother in every way but blood. She had given up on love, until now. “Lara?” Buck’s calm voice broke through her thoughts. “Yes?” Lara’s voice was soft. “I found this on the stairs.” He handed her the tiny silver locket. “Thank you.” She felt her pulse quicken as his hand brushed hers. “The clasp is broken. I’m sure the jeweler can fix it.” Lara nodded silently as she placed it on the bedside table. She knew he was still at the doorway, she could feel his presence. Her heart began to pound even harder in her chest, so hard she was sure he could hear it. “Good night.” “Buck?” She moved towards him and placed her hand on his arm. Not really knowing what to say she stood on her toes and kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth. But what started as a good night kiss became a sweet surrender of desire. Lara quickly felt his strong arms around her, his hands roaming her body at will. The sheer pleasure of his touch was enough to send her scences in a whirl. Before Buck had time to consider the conciquences of their love, Lara was laying on her bed, her shirt half unbuttoned and the look of pure desire in her eyes. Buck took a deep breath as he torn himself away from her, being stopped by Lara’s strong grip on his sleeve. “Lara we can’t,” “Why not?” She raised up and kissed him sweetly. “It’s not, well because,” he stammered looking deep into her dark eyes. “Don’t you love me?” She asked. He hadn’t said it, but neither had she and she loved him with all her heart. “Well, yes I do, but it’s not that simple.” “I love you too.” “Lara,” He pulled away for the second time. “What about Joaquin?” “Joaquin?” Lara blinked. What did he have to do with this? “I see the way he looks at you.” Buck sat on the edge of the bed. “He’s in love with you.” “I know.” Lara breathed heavily. She had known it for years, and he knew that she didn’t feel the same. “And you? Are you in love with him?” Buck asked pensively. “I love him. He is my brother.” She stood up and gently pushed Buck back down on the bed. “But I am in love with you.” Buck looked up at her angelic face. He couldn’t doubt her feelings for him any longer. She stood at the foot of the bed as he watched her unbutton the last few buttons of her shirt then letting it fall to the floor. He watched in amazment as she continued to take off layer by layer, until all her clothes lay at her feet on the floor. “Capitan Monroe.” Kid nodded his head in acknowledgment. “Marshal.” “What brings you to Rock Creek?” “I hear you have some strays in these parts.” Lucas Monroe scratched his grey beard and looked the town over. “No Sir, we aint got no,” Peterson chimed in. “I’m just here to make sure all the Indians get to their respected places, peacefully.” Monroe smiled. The only respectable place was in the ground, he though to himself. The government had given the indians land, food and shelter. He had a better way to get them off the land. Kill them. He had already killed several hundred Pawnee by giving them blankets infected with small pox. And a rebel band of Sioux had found their death by the hands of his army. “I don’t want any trouble here.” Kid shot him a warning. “Well son, as long as you stay out of my way and keep to the town’s business, I don’t suspect you’ll have any.” Buck lay on his side with Lara curled up against him tightly, her back to his chest as he gently ran his hand across the soft flesh at her side. He marveled at the way her skin glowed in the moonlight, it was ethereal. Her delicate soft skin, as contrasted his bronze work roughend hands. He was almost afraid to touch her, afraid that he might bruise her or hurt her in some way. He sighed contently as Lara stired, and then settled back down against him. This was heaven on earth he thought to himself as he slowly drifted into sleep. Chapter Seven Lara yawned and stretched, carefully not to wake Buck. It was still early. The sun had just started to warm the bed and Lara flipped the covers back to let her legs warm in the heat. She felt Buck move slightly then his arm pulling her close. She smiled and turned towards him, his eyes still shut though she knew he was feigning sleep. His breathing was softer and he wasn’t snoring. Lara giggled as she ran her hands to his sides and tickled him softly. “Hey I was sleeping.” Buck grimaced. “Sure you were.” He knew he was caught and he laughed. He lay on his back pulling her with him. She was even more beautiful in the light of day. Buck stared up at her through the wild mane of curls, remembering how cool to the touch they were last night. Now as he ran his fingers through, they were warm and the sunlight shown brightly through the window and glimmered in her hair. “I’m going to town today.” Lara sat up and pulled the sheet tight covering her nakedness. “I love you Lara.” He held on to her wrist. “I love you too.” She smiled and kissed him softly. “Now get washed up, I’ll make you breakfast.” “I aint hungry.” He grabbed the sheet from around her quickly. “Buck!” Lara squealed. “There’s no need for your modesty now Lara.” Buck laughed and reached out for her. “I’ve already seen everything.” He pulled her back onto the bed and held her tightly. “Buck?” Lara pressed her cheek against his warm chest. “Hmmm?” “The lines, on your back?” She raised her head up and looked into his eyes. She felt his body tense under hers. “It was a long time ago.” “Tell me.” Buck breathed slowly; he hadn’t spoken about it to anyone before. Wounds, scars of his pride and shame. He had known that she would ask, that he would have to tell her, but it didn’t make it any easier. He could still feel the slice of the whip across his back, and taste the blood in his mouth. “Many years ago, I helped a young man. Some soldiers found us; I stayed behind so he could escape. The soldiers whipped me, would have killed me if it weren’t for my brother. He and some warriors were hunting in the area; they found the boy I was helping.” He took a shallow breath and looked into her eyes. He was sure what he expected to see there, but he wasn’t prepared for the look of concern and adoration he found. “What do you think about this one?” Lara held a grey shirt up to Buck and waited for his response. “It’s nice.” “You’ve said that about every single one.” Lara sighed. “Why don’t you pick the one you like?” He leaned forward and kissed her quickly. “I’m going to take your locket to the jeweler.” “Alright.” Lara squeezed his hand and went back to picking out a shirt for him. Lara had insisted on getting him a new shirt since she had ruined one of his the night she fell of the horse. She must have scrubbed it for hours trying to remove the blood, but finally she gave up. Deciding on both a blue and a white shirt Lara quickly paid Mrs. Sutter and waited for her to wrap them up. “Lieutenant!” Capitan Monroe bellowed. “Yes Sir.” “Take the men to camp; I’m staying in town a little while longer.” “Sir?” “I said Go Lieutenant.” “Yes Sir.” The young Lieutenant called the men to order. Capitan Lucas Monroe turned and watched the young red head as she walked across the street. What on earth is she doing here? He thought to himself. It had been years since he’d last seen her, but he knew the instant he saw her. Suddenly he felt the ache of emptiness that he had long forgotten. “Laralie.” He walked quickly towards her. “Daddy?” Lara turned quickly at the familiar sound of his voice. “Baby girl what are you doin’ out here?” He picked her up and hugged her tightly. “I thought I told you to stay in California.” He said gruffly. “Well I,” “What are you doin’ here?” “I, ah, well I’m trying to help you Daddy.” “Help me?” “Of course.” Lara thought quickly. She knew her father would never hurt her, that she was certain of. But she wasn’t sure what he would do if he found out what she had been doing the last few years. “I know you are looking for him, and I’ve come to help you.” “Help me?” He narrowed his eyes. “I thought-” “Daddy, I was a child then. I know now you were right.” She hugged him and hoped that he had believed her. She knew her father had done horrible things, and she should loathe him for killing her aunt and almost killing her brother, there was something that she couldn’t deny. He was her father, and part of her still loved him, even if it was a very small part. “Right about what?” “About David.” Lara took a deep breath and prayed that she didn’t betray her words with her true feelings. “I shouldn’t have protected him. After what Mama did with that man, I can’t think of it without the feeling of disgust. And to think I have a half breed brother? Only makes matters worse.” “Ah, that’s my girl!” Lucas Monroe smiled. Buck stepped off the wooden steps of the jewelers store front and winced in the sun. There he stood, as plain as day, the man Buck swore he would kill if he ever saw him again. His hand automatically grazed the top of his gun as he watched a flash of red from the corner of his eye run towards the man in blue. Lara! Buck watched and listened with heated anger welling up inside him. He had trusted her, a mistake he would never again make. She was the daughter of the man that almost killed him, and from what he heard from her own mouth she was there to help him. Everything between them was a lie. He shoved her delicate locket in his pocket and rode off to his ranch anger consuming him with every inch he rode. “Well Laralie you’ve grown into a beautiful young lady.” “Thank you Daddy.” “I’m surprised you haven’t married yet. Unless there’s a son in law I have yet to meet?” Lucas asked. “No, no I’m not married.” “Lara, a woman of your age-“ “Daddy, I know.” Lara quickly looked out the window of the restaurant. She hadn’t seen Buck in hours, and he was just going to the jeweler. She was somewhat relieved though, because her father would certainly not approve, to put it mildly. “I have to go now.” “I have a good idea where that ker dog has been hiding. We’ll get ‘em Laralie.” Lara nodded, hugged her father then quickly made her way to the jewelers. No sign of Buck and his horse was gone. Maybe he had gotten tiered of waiting and left for his home. Lara thought to herself and mounted her horse. If her father was here, that means that David must be close. Joaquin was right, she only prayed that he would find him before the Capitan did. Tossing the reigns over the porch railing, not even bothering to tie her horse Lara ran in and yelled for Buck. No answer. She quickly searched the kitchen, the parlor, and then ran upstairs to the bed rooms. “Buck?” Lara ran up behind him and hugged him tightly. “Didn’t you hear me calling you? What are you doing?” She suddenly noticed he was packing her belongings. “You are better.” “Yes, I feel much better,” “Good, then go.” He tossed her bag at her and walked out of the room, not sparing a glance at her. “Buck?” “I want you to go Lara.” “Wha-“ She felt the tears already rising in her eyes. “I don’t understand.” “Get out of my house.” He kept his back to her. “I thought, well, I-“ Lara’s voice cracked. “I don’t understand, what about last night?” “Payment for room and board.” Buck turned to her coldly. He wouldn’t let her know she hurt him. “No, no you said-“ Lara felt like someone was taking a hot poker and jabbing it into her heart. “You said you loved me.” “You wouldn’t have given yourself to me otherwise.” “How could you?” Lara slapped him hard across the face. “Get out of my house.” Buck drug her to the porch and shut the door. Hearing her sobs tore at his heart. She looked so hurt, he saw it in her eyes. He fell heavily against the door. Listening to her pounding the heavy wood and crying. Lara pounded at the door until she thought her hands would break. Sinking down onto the cold hard deck she continued to weep. Finally her sobbing turned to soft whimpering, then she collected herself and rode back to town. With Capitan Monroe and his men in the area Buck knew he had to warn his brother. He quickly mounted his horse and set off to the Kiowa village. Most the Indians now had been driven on to reservations, but a few still escaped and lived as free as they could. Still Buck was plagued by what might have been if he had stayed with his brother instead of staying with the Pony Express. Could it have made a difference? Although he knew in his heart that it wouldn’t have made any difference at all he still felt the guilt. Chapter Eight “My brother.” Red Bear gripped Buck’s arm tightly. Buck threw his arm around his brother and pulled him close. It had been many months since he had last seen him. The Kiowa had to keep moving, they couldn’t afford to stay in one place too long. “Why is it you have come?” Red Bear lead him to the shade and cover of a large tree. “The Capitan is in Rock Creek.” “Steel Eyes?” Buck nodded, but before he could say another word Night Wolf sat down beside him and handed him some stew. Capitan Monroe was known to his people as Steel Eyes. Red Bear said the man’s eyes were not kind, they were like steel. Buck knew it wasn’t just his eyes. “Where have you been Running Buck?” Night Wolf looked up at the man who once saved his life. “It has been many moons since you last came here.” “It has been too long.” Buck agreed and ate some of the stew. “I leave you two.” Red Bear stood. “I will warn my warriors, we shall leave in the morning.” “Bad news?” Night Wolf asked. “Steel Eyes, he is back.” “Then I will kill him.” Night Wolf puffed his chest out. “No, you go with my brother.” “Not this time. I am a warrior now.” Night Wolf sat proudly. He was younger when he first came to the Kiowa camp, but in the six years he had proven himself a Kiowa warrior and had sacrificed much to be worthy of such an honor. “They are many, too many. Even for warriors as fine as yourself.” Buck smiled. “He deserves to die.” “No one wants him to die more than I do Night Wolf-” “Because of him, I have no more family.” The young man clentched his jaw. “After my Mother died, he killed my Father and almost the entire village. Because of him, I have not seen my sister in six years.” “What about Sweet Rain Woman?” “She is a good wife.” He said proudly. “But he has to pay for what he’s done.” Buck remembered the day he found Night Wolf, he was only a boy maybe sixteen. A man to the Kiowa, but he was raised white. Badly beaten, near death, Buck had taken him to his brother. That was when he first met Capitan Lucas Monroe. Buck assumed he was just taking care of the ‘Indian problem’, but he knew now that there was much more. This Capitan was known for killing Indians, but this seamed personal. “Why is this man hunting you down? What happened?” Night Wolf stared across the prairie and thought for a moment. “My Father loved his wife.” “And the Capitan found out.” Buck nodded in understanding. Then the realization of the truth hit him. Lara was his sister. Buck pulled out the locket from his vest and handed it to the young man. “Where did you get this?” Night Wolf’s eyes grew large as he opened the locket and looked at the familiar faces inside. “She’s your sister, isn’t she?” “Lara? You know her? Where is she? Take me to her!” “No.” Buck raised an eyebrow at him. “She is not the girl you remember.” “Take me to her now!” “She is helping her father now.” Buck pulled the young warrior away from the horse. “No. Lara wouldn’t.” “Yes, I heard her.” “No she is my sister!” “Your half sister! Whole daughter to Steel Eyes.” “You are wrong Running Buck.” “I wish I were.” Buck breathed a slow and staggering breath. How he wished he were wrong about Lara. He had been hurt many times in love, but no woman had ever pained his heart as much as she had. “Joaquin!” Lara ran into the small jail house. “Well now I guess you two do know each other after all.” Kid raised an eye as Lara rushed past his desk to the cell where he had locked up Joaquin Vasquez. “Lara,” Joaquin carefully pulled her close being cautious not to smash her against the bars. “Kid.” Lara turned teary eyed to the Marshal. “I know you don’t believe me, but he’s innocent. Please.” “Says here he murdered Laralie O’Conner.” “No, no.” Lara moaned. “If Lara O’Conner is dead, then who are you?” “Laralie O’Conner was my Aunt. I’m Lara O’Conner Monroe.” “Monroe?” Kid frowned. “I didn’t tell anyone, because, well because my father’s got a reputation that tends to follow a person.” Lara breathed quickly. “But I swear to you Kid, Joaquin didn’t kill my Aunt, my-“ “Lara!” Joaquin yelled. “No Lara, for Maria’s sake.” “If you two know something, I can help.” Kid put his hand on Lara’s arm. “I-“ “Laralie, por favor.” Joaquin begged. “No se lo digas.” “Joaquin, I can’t let you-“ “I’m tiered of running.” He smiled and pulled on one of her curls. “It is for the best.” Night Wolf waited until Running Buck and some other of the older men went into the sweat lodge. He knew Running Buck was wrong about his sister and he had to find her. Quickly changing into the white man’s clothes that Running Buck had left beside the lodge Night Wolf mounted his horse and rode off to the place that Running Buck had called Rock Creek. He had rode past the town before, he knew where it was. Red Bear had warned him to stay away from the town. Many times he had wanted to go, he knew that was where Running Buck was. But he headed the words of Red Bear, he was a wise man. Night Wolf slowed his horse down and dismounted. He watched as a group of ladies about his age giggled as they walked down the wooden pathway. He hadn’t time in the village to miss his home much, he was too busy. But now as he walked through the town he remembered Capistrano, the ocean breeze, and the hot summer nights. He hitched his horse near the general store and walked in cautiously. “Can I help you boy?” Thompkins asked gruffly. “Sir.” Night Wolf cleared his throat. “Do you know where I can find Lara Monroe?” “Sorry son, I don’t know a Lara Monroe in these parts.” Night Wolf thought to himself, maybe she went by a different name. “Long red hair, very pretty.” “Nope haven’t seen her.” Thompkins narrowed his eyes at the stranger. He thought he must be asking about Lara O’Conner. Thompkins liked the girl, she had seen through his gruff exterior and stood up to him in a very polite way. He wasn’t going to tell some stranger where she was. Thompkins shook his head as the young man walked out. As beautiful as Lara was she certainly a fool for the men she acociated with. Night Wolf walked slowly through the town looking in each window. He was already growing weary of the looks he had received since he arrived in Rock Creek and wondered how Running Buck could live here. Then a flash of red caught his eye. He smiled when he saw Lara run across the street. Excitedly he followed her. When he caught up to her she was sitting on a patch of grass under a tree with her head in her hands. His heart quickly fell when he noticed she was crying. “Lara?” “Yes?” Lara tried drying her eyes quickly and looked up at the dark stranger walking towards her. “Can I help you?” “Lara, it’s me.” He yanked the hat off his head. “Night Wolf.” “Night Wolf?” Lara looked up at him. “David?” She stood up quickly and ran into his arms. “You have grown so much!” She pulled back and looked up at him. “When I last saw you, you were taller than me.” He laughed. “Quickly follow me.” Lara suddenly remembered that her father wasn’t too far away. “My father is here in town.” “I know, that is why I came.” He stood taller. “David?” “And to see you.” He added. “My name is Night Wolf now.” “It suits you.” She smiled and ducked into the stables pulling her brother with her. “I so glad to see you, I can’t believe it.” She pulled his hair back and looked him over carefully. “You are even more beautiful now.” He wiped the tears that ran down her soft skin. “Don’t cry Lara.” “You are all grown up.” Lara laughed. “Do you have a wife? Children?” “Sweet Rain Woman, my wife. We are expecting our baby in a few months.” He smiled. “Night Wolf, I so happy for you.” Lara thought of the past six years. He had moved on, while she was hell bent on finding him. “I never forgot you.” He saw the look in her eyes and knew what she was thinking. “Now we are together. Nothing will part us now.” “My father,” “I will kill him.” “No, no Dav- I mean Night Wolf, please he’s my father.” “Laralie, he-“ “Come with me, to California. You and your wife, can-“ “Her people are here,” “Your people are there, not all of your family was killed. You grew up there, and you can raise your children there.” “I will think about it.” “I promise you, I won’t let my father hurt you ever again.” “What is it my brother?” Red Bear helped Buck to his feet. “It’s Lara, I had a vision.” Buck panted. “You’re woman? With the red hair and black eyes?” “You have seen her?” “I too have had a vision.” “I must go to her.” “Running Buck!” Red Bear called out as Buck mounted his horse. “Be careful my brother, be careful of Steel Eyes.” “I will. I pray to the Great Spirit that I make it in time to save her.” “Go with speed my brother.” Red Bear laid his hand on his brother’s leg. “I love you my brother.” “And I you.” Buck smiled and nudged his horse. “I’ll see you in a few days.” Chapter Nine “Kill ‘em.” Capitan Monroe looked over his shoulder as his small troop of men charged on the Kiowa camp. “Do what you want with the women, but kill the men.” He sat back in his saddle and watched the Indians try to defend themselves. An evil smile slowly started to creep on his lips. “Tell me Lara.” Night Wolf sat cross legged on the neatly made bed. “Anything.” She looked up at him. She wanted to remember him always, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her little brother was a handsome strong warrior, and now a husband, and very soon a father. “Tell me about what happened after, after I left?” “Well, you know my father has been looking for you.” “What have you been doing?” “The same thing.” She smiled. “Are you and Joaquin married yet?” “No.” “I was sure you two would be married by now.” “I’m not sure what’s going to happen now. Joaquin is in jail, sure to hang.” Her thoughts turned sullen. How wonderful life was just a few days ago, and how quickly it all changed. “Lara, if it comes down to me or your father, you may have to choose.” Lara looked straight into his eyes. “You are both family.” “You are half mine-” “Why do you doubt me?” She frowned. “I spent the last six years of my life searching for you.” “I am sorry Lara,” “What happened after you left California?” “I traveled many days, made it to a town called Sweetwater. I met a man there, the brother of a Kiowa war chief. He was taking me to his village, we were ambushed by you father and many soldiers. I escaped and his brother Red Bear found me. After Red Bear got his brother away from the soldiers he took me in to live with his family. Last year, when the blossoms grow I married Sweet Grass Woman.” “Buck-” “Running Buck, he was the man who helped me. Lara, I have to go to my wife she will be worried.” “Will you come to California with me?” “This is my home now Lara.” “Will I ever see you again?” “Of course my sister. I will come back tomorrow.” He quickly hugged her. “He’s not here!” Lucas Monroe growled as he stepped over the bodies on the ground. “Capitan, looks like this was just some of them. A larger party has moved on, looks like they are relocating.” “Move on, follow the tracks.” Capitan Monroe road off towards the mountains. “Burn the remains.” “Good evening Deputy.” Lara brushed against his desk and smiled sweetly. “M- Miss O’Conner.” John Peterson stuttered as he stood up awkwardly. “My, my, my you work such late hours.” “Yes Ma’am.” “You’re so brave to be a deputy.” Lara batted her eyes and ran her hands down the front of his shirt letting her fingers rest on the keys at his belt. “In fact I’ll bet you aren’t afraid of anything.” “No Ma’am.” John smiled shyly. “And you’re so strong.” She pressed against him and unclipped the keys gently. “You know, I’m curious.” “What’s that?” “Why you haven’t called on me at all. My feelings are quite hurt.” She backed towards the jail cell the keys behind her back. “Careful Miss. O’Conner. Don’t go to close to the cell.” His eyes were wide as she rested her back against the railings. “Oh, I’m not afraid of him. Not when you’re here to protect me.” She smiled and winked at him. “Well,” He nodded and smiled. “Step back Deputy.” Joaquin rushed out of the cell. “Wha-?” John looked down at his empty holsters. His guns were gone. “Looking for these?” Joaquin held the guns up. “Lara, tie him up.” Lara looked around finding a long rope in the back, she assumed it was used for hanging, thankful that it wouldn’t be around Joaquin’s neck. She quickly tied up the Deputy. “Lara?” “I’m sorry John.” She tried not to pull too tight. “I really am.” She looked down at the pitiful look on his face. “Vamos!” Lara tied one more knot and followed Joaquin out of the office and snuck around back. No sign of the Marshal, that was good. “Joaquin, I found David.” “Bueno Lara.” He pushed her down as someone walked by. “We have to stay out of sight, we leave tomorrow.” Lara watched as Buck rode past them into town. Frowning briefly she turned her attention back to Joaquin. “Are you listening?” “What of him?” “He means nothing to me.” She bit her tongue softly to keep the tears in. “You are a bad liar Lara.” Joaquin smiled. “Tomorrow, we’ll take the train back to California. With or without David, I can’t risk you getting killed.” “Lara, when will you learn?” He tweaked her nose. “You can’t control everything.” “Lara?” “Quick, hide there in the bushes.” Lara pushed Joaquin. “No, you helped me escape. They will hang you for that.” “He’s already seen me, now go.” “Lara?” Buck rounded the corner. Thankful that she was still alive, and apparently unhurt. His vision was wrong, Buck shook his head, he had never had a vision that wasn’t right. “I have nothing to say to you.” “Lara, I’m sorry-” “I understand that you used me to shame my father, but to make me believe that you loved me? I can never forgive you for that.” “Lara please let me explain-” “It all ends tonight.” Lara pulled out her gun and pointed it straight at him, knowing she could never fire it. He may not have ever loved her, but she still loved him. “Lara no!” Joaquin grabbed the gun away. “I’m not going to kill him. I just don’t want him following us.” “I know you’re not a murderer Joaquin, I’m not going to stop you from going.” Buck looked towards the Marshal’s office when he heard Kid’s voice. “Listen, you have to go. I know the Kid, he’s a good man, he’s only doing what he thinks is right.” I had been an hour since Buck had watched Joaquin and Lara disappear into the night. Kid and Peterson both looked for them, unable to find them the Kid had taken to berating Peterson for his behavior. Usually buck would have found this amusing, but not under the circumstances. “Running Buck!” “Night Wolf?” Buck’s head snapped up. Something was wrong. Night Wolf was followed by Sweet Rain Woman. He wouldn’t have brought her into town unless something was wrong. “Running Buck,” Night Wolf dismounted. “What is it? What has happened?” “Steel Eyes burnt the village.” “My brother?” Buck’s eyes were wide. “I am sorry Running Buck, Red Bear is gone.” “No!” Buck felt the horrible ache in his heart. “What happened?” “Red Bear said we were moving, over the mountains. I went with White Eagle and a few others. Red Bear stayed with the rest.” Sweet Rain Woman spoke softly. “Then we hear the soldiers long guns, we did not make it in time. We saw the smoke when we got there, the village was gone.” Night Wolf pulled her closer in comfort. “White Eagle and a few warriors stayed, they will give our people a proper burial.” Chapter Ten Lara waited patiently on the train platform for her brother. She had wanted him so badly to join her on her return trip, but she understood why he would not come. He had a family now, and he belonged there. She smiled though her heart ached, he was happy here, and that made her search worth every long day. She glanced at Joaquin waiting on the train already. She barley heard the conductor yell for the passengers to load. Just one more moment, she just wanted to hug her brother one last time. She searched the crowd once more. Sadly she turned and started climbing the stairs when she faintly heard her name. “Lara!” “Night Wolf!” She charged towards him almost knocking him over when she threw her arms around him. “I thought I would not get to hug you one last time goodbye.” “No need, we are going with you.” He set his sister down and grabbed his wife’s hand. “This is Sweet Rain Woman, my wife. My sister, Lara.” “You are a most handsome couple.” Lara smiled and hugged her new sister in law softly. “Hurry, the train is leaving.” Joaquin yelled from the window. “We have a long journey to talk.” Lara grabbed Sweet Rain Woman’s hand and helped her up the steps. “Hold it right there.” Lara and Night Wolf stopped dead in their tracks, both knew the sound of the voice, and what it meant. Lara quickly pushed Sweet Rain Woman into the train and turned to face her father. “Laralie, maybe someday I’ll forgive you for this treason.” Monroe seethed. “Forgive me?” Lara balled her fists up. “I shouldn’t waste a bullet on your hide.” He stared at Night Wolf. “Father no!” Lara rushed over to her father and tried to grab the gun from his hands. As the two struggled a single gun shot was heard. Suddenly both father and daughter stood perfectly still. Joaquin was the first to notice the small red stain on Lara’s side, which was growing larger. Within seconds Night Wolf heard the familiar sound of a steel blade cutting though the air and embedding it’s self in flesh. Capitan Monroe fell forward revealing a large knife in his back. Buck reached Lara first, just moments before a large group gathered around. He heard someone shouting for the doctor. Picking her up in one fluid movement Buck quickly carried Lara for the second time to the clinic. Night Wolf explained to the Marshal that Capitan Monroe was the man who killed Lara’s Aunt, not Joaquin. Now that he was dead, Joaquin no longer had to worry about his sister’s safety. Several hours went by before the doctor came out. “Doctor?” Joaquin was the first to notice him. “How is she?” Night Wolf asked. “She’s sleeping now, but she’s going to be fine.” “Can we see her?” Buck asked quickly. “Yes, don’t wake her, she needs her rest.” “I’ll go first.” Night Wolf stated and shut the door behind him. Buck waited patiently. Night Wolf had only spent a few minutes with her, but Joaquin had already been in there for twenty. “Tell me,” Night Wolf interrupted the silence. “Why you changed your mind about Lara?” “I was a fool. I let doubt in my heart and I should have believed her.” “You love her?” “Yes.” Buck stood up as Joaquin stepped out. Slowly Buck opened the door and smiled when he saw her color had returned to her face already. Quietly he sat down on the chair next to her bed, it was warm, he assumed that was where Joaquin was sitting. Carefully he took her hand in his. For several minutes he was silent, thanking the Great Spirit for sparing her life again, and also asking for a second chance with her. “Lara, I never knew I could feel like this. Like I can’t live a single moment with out you. I know I don’t deserve another chance my love, but I’m begging you to come back to me, and forgive everything. I lied about not loving you.” Buck brushed his lips against her warm soft cheek and closed his eyes, breathing in the sent of her. As if to commit it to memory. “Come what may, I will always love you.” He felt a solitary tear roll down his cheek. “I want to go home!” Lara demanded. “Lara.” Joaquin said sternly. “When Doctor says you can go, then we go. Until then, you stay here.” “California is a long trip.” The elderly doctor checked her stitches. “But I see no reason why you can’t go.” He smiled. “Thank you Doctor!” Lara beamed. “See Joaquin?” “Lara, Buck is here to see you.” Night Wolf cracked the door. “No, I don’t want to see him.” “I’ll talk to him.” Joaquin stepped out into the corridor. In the two weeks that Lara was in the clinic she and Sweet Rain Woman had grown to be good friends. Lara hoped that she and Maria would also become friends. She longed to see Maria again, her child was already six, and she probably had more by now. “Lara does not want to see you.” Joaquin kept his voice down. “I know, but I have to see her. I have to talk to her before you go.” “There is nothing left to say.” “I said things that were out of anger, and, Joaquin please, I need to talk to her.” “I will never let you hurt her again.” “Joaquin, I didn’t mean,” “Just leave.” Joaquin watched as Buck turned and walked out into street. “Running Buck.” Night Wolf ran out after him. “You saved my life again, and my sister. I’m debited to you.” “I spoke to White Eagle three nights ago. He said there are not enough warriors now to fight, that they are going to the reservation.” “I am going back to Capistrano.” “I wish you the best, you and Sweet Rain Woman.” Buck half smiled. “You are always welcome at my home.” Night Wolf gripped Buck’s arm. “Thank you Night Wolf.” “My brother.” Night Wolf embraced Buck and held him tightly. “Live well my brother.” Epilogue California 1874 Lara smiled as she gently rocked the cradle and hummed lightly. She never knew that she could ever love someone as much as she loved this tiny child. She watched as the candle light flickered across the room. Lara walked over to her sleeping son and softly touched the shiny soft black hair on his head. “Lara?” Sweet Rain Woman walked in softly and handed her a cup of hot tea. “Thank you.” Lara sipped some of the warm peppermint. “He has grown so much.” “Yes.” Lara laughed softly. “He has a big appetite.” “He is already as big as Little Fawn.” She reached over and tucked in the blanket around her own daughter. Buck had ridden for several hours before finding the large ranch house that Night Wolf had described to him. Upon receiving the last letter and finding out of his son’s birth, Buck knew he had waited too long. Capistrano was as beautiful as Lara had described it. As Buck neared the house he could see shadows in the upstairs windows. No matter if Lara wanted him there or not, he had a right to see his son. Buck lightly kicked his horse and headed towards the barn. “Night Wolf.” “My brother!” “It is good to see you.” Buck smiled and hugged him briefly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about your son.” “I shouldn’t have waited this long.” “Come inside and get warm.” “What did Lara say when you told her I was coming?” Buck followed Night Wolf inside. “I didn’t tell her.” The younger man smiled broadly and led him upstairs. “Your son is a fine boy, strong and healthy. Stay here for a minute.” Night Wolf poked his head in seeing Lara and his wife talking softly. “Lara, you have a visitor. Come Sweet Rain Woman.” He took his wife’s hand and motioned to Buck as he and his wife walked down stairs. “Well are you coming in or no-“ Lara felt her heart stop when she turned to see Buck standing in the door way. He looked the same as she remembered. “Lara.” Buck’s voice stuck in his throat, he didn’t know how she would react to seeing him after all this time. “Here,” Lara grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the cradle. “Meet your son. James Cross.” Buck held his breath as he reached out and touched one of his son’s tiny hands. His eyes filled up quickly as his son gently grasped onto one of his fingers. “He’s so perfect.” “I’ll leave you alone.” Lara turned to leave. “No, stay please.” Buck reached out with his free hand. “Can, can I hold him?” “Of course.” She gently picked James up careful not to disturb him and laid him in his father’s arms. How wonderful it was to see them together, Lara thought to herself. She sat across the room in her rocking chair and watched as Buck cradle their young son, whispering gentle words too softly for Lara to hear. “Lara?” Buck tenderly placed his son back in the cradle and picked a cream colored flower from the vase by the window. “What is this?” “It’s romneya. It grows all over.” Buck placed the large blossom back in the vase and smelled the sweet fragrance that he had come to associate with Lara. “Reminds me of you.” “Come on.” Lara laughed softly and pulled him out of the room. “I don’t want to wake him.” “Why did you name him James?” “Well Joaquin and my brother both refused to let me name him after either of them. I thought of naming him after you, but I don’t know, I just-“ “Before you left, I wanted to tell you that, I’m sorry.” He breathed not sure where to start. “When I was shot, do you remember what you said to me?” “Yes,” “Did you mean what you said?” Lara looked up into his misty brown eyes. “You heard me?” “Yes, did you mean it?” “Every word.” Lara needed no other motivation. She rushed across the small room and threw her arms around Buck’s neck. “I love you Buck Cross.” “I don’t understand, if you heard me, then why?” “I didn’t know what to believe. I, was hurt and I just wanted to shut you out.” “Can you forgive me? Can you ever love me again?” Buck pulled back and tilted her head up to look at him. “I never stopped.” Buck picked her up and held her tightly, remembering the familiar weight of her body against his. He had anticipated this for so long, he almost couldn’t believe that it was real. That she was really in his arms. He felt her fingers running through his hair, her warm lips on his neck. “Come on.” Lara smiled and took his hand. “You never told me why you named our son James.” He followed her down the hall to a small bedroom. “James was named after a good friend of mine.” Lara smiled in remembrance of her dear friend. “He was a marshal in a town called Deadwood. I’ll tell you about him sometime.” The End Email address no longer valid HOME