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Chris finds someone en route to his cabin.
1 afraid

He rode to his new homestead. He needed some time away from the booming "metropolis" that was becoming Four Corners and the break would do him good. He had brought enough provisions to keep him there for a week and if unexpected friends dropped by as well.

The sun was beginning to set as he rode past the woods en route. He heard the peeping of frogs calling to their mates and the sound of the creek nearby. Something else caught him by surprise. It sounded like a wounded animal. He alit off Pony and tried to find where the sound was coming from. He noticed a figure in the distance. She was near the water. He barely noticed her tear streamed face. As he came closer he heard her wail.

He made enough noise so as not to frighten her. She noticed him and she was caught off guard. She tried to stifle her tears. She couldn't. She was unable to stop as he came closer to her. He slowly tried to approach her without frightening her. She was crying even harder.

He went to her and put his arms around her. He tried to shush her, but she would have none of it and pounded weakly against his chest. He didn't pull away. Instead he let her have at it. Her tears started to abate and the strength in her fists faded. She went limp in his arms. He stood up taking her with him and felt her collapse even more. He lifted her and took her toward Pony as the sky darkened. He carefully put her astride the animal and got up behind her. They silently rode toward his homestead.

Upon arriving the clouds rolled in and a storm lit up the night sky. The woman was oblivious to it all. He took her to lie on his bed and lit a fire before tending to Pony. He brushed aside her hair and saw a frailty in her face that he hadn't noticed earlier. He went outside and put Pony in the barn before returning to her.

When he came back she was still asleep but restless and mumbling incoherently. He went to get some water and lifted her head to get her to take a sip. She slowly opened her eyes and shied away from him.

"It's o.k. You're safe here" He said as he went to touch her arm. He realized then that she might need something stronger than water.

She looked at him and tried to make herself as small as possible on the bed. She began to cry once more and started to rock herself with her arms around her knees.

Chris got up and away from the bed and started to take a few steps back while running his hands through his hair. He was at a loss as to what to do next. His instinct was to check her over for any injuries he hadn't noticed earlier, but she was afraid of him and he didn't want to cause her more harm. He needed to take some form of action. He went slowly back to the bed with his arms raised. He realized he still had his gun belt on him and unbuckled it. He draped it over the chair next to the table. He gave a small smile to the woman and tried again to approach her.

She screamed and fainted.

2 ascertaining the truth

He got the bottle out and poured a small amount into a glass. He then went toward her and leaned her against him. He once again tried to get her to wake and take a sip. This time it was something stronger and as she took a swallow she coughed.

He held her and stroked her arm gently as she leaned into him. Suddenly she was aware of his gentle embrace and slightly pulled away.

"Easy now. I won't hurt you. You're safe and in my cabin. I found you and brought you here because it looked like you needed a friend" he said.

"Who are you?" she replied.

"My name is Chris Larabee and I'm the law in Four Corners."

"No you can't be. I know Chris Larabee. He's the man who tried to kill me and you may look like him, but you aren't the man who tried to kill me" she said as she looked closely at him.

Chris paled as he realized who she meant. He shook his head and asked "How did you get to the woods?"

"He left me for dead and when I woke I ran" she said as she pulled at her dress to show the bandaged shoulder.

"Oh my God. Have you had that tended to?" he asked as he took a really good look at the woman next to him.

"You're the first person I've seen in three days. I was too scared to go near anyone. Who would believe me?" she replied.

"I don't know where to begin with this, but you've got to believe what I am about to say. The man you know as Chris Larabee is someone I thought was a friend. He has blamed me for a number of murders and almost killed me a while back. Me and my friends are still looking for him but the trail has gone cold. This is twice now that he has escaped the noose. Marshall Royce in Roswell said he got free before my brothers had the chance to hang him" he said in frustration.

She sat up fully and looked deep into his eyes. "Are you saying he's done it before?" she asked.

"Unfortunately yes and he succeeded in murder" he replied.

"Then what do we do now?" she asked as she took another sip of the drink.

"What do we do now" he repeated as he looked into her eyes and sighed in anguish.

3 incognito

The storm raged on and he made up his bedroll near the fire. He was still deep in thought when the sun rose to a gray sky.

She had slept, in part due to the whiskey and in part from feeling safe since being shot.

A knock on the door startled both of them. "Vin coming in" said a familiar voice. As Vin opened the door he saw the woman lying on the bed and Chris getting up from the floor. He nodded toward her and handed Chris a letter.

"Thought you might want to see this. Mary got it yesterday after you left and was afraid to open it" Vin said as he went for a cup and the pot of coffee.

He looked at the familiar handwriting and opened it. "Is your first name Laura?" he asked her.

A clap of thunder greeted the nod of her head as she looked at Chris. She then started to shake and cry as she realized the note was her obituary.


Chris went to her and once again put his arms around her. Vin took the chair and read the note. He shook his head in disbelief.

"He still pretending to be you ain't he Cowboy" Vin said as he looked at the frightened woman. "We got to give this bastard his due" he said and he took a sip of coffee.

"We've go to stop this Vin. Much as I want nothing to do with him, I've got to see him hang or kill him myself" Chris said as he tried to console the woman by his side.

"I think it best if you stay here. If he thinks you're dead, then you'll be safe. I want Nathan, who's a healer to look at your shoulder. We need to be careful about this. Vin let Nathan know I need him, but don't give him a reason."

"What about finding her body?" Vin asked.

Laura looked first at Chris and then at Vin. She ran out the door and divested herself of her stomach contents and felt the cold rain hit her crouching form. Chris was right behind her and held her until there was nothing left in her stomach. He led her back into cabin and draped a blanket over her. He rubbed at her shoulders as Vin gave her a cup of coffee laced with whiskey.

"What kind of hell is this? This can't be happening. Not again" she said looking at Chris who was still holding her.

"What do you mean?" he asked

"My name is Laura Keller. I'm Barbara Pressman's sister."

to be continued
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