A/N: THIS IS THE REST OF THE STORY WEATHERING THE STORM. I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHAT HAPPENED, BUT I WASN'T ABLE TO ADD THIS TO THE STORY SO i HAVE JUST MADE IT INTO ANOTHER ONE. THIS PICKS UP RIGHT WERE IT LEFT OFF.

Well, they are not going to do this to me this time. Laken went out to her truck and put all of her boxes into the passenger side of her truck. Never though that I'd say this, but for once, I'm glad that I don't have alot of stuff. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew that she had to get away from there. I'm through being their door mat. Laken was glad that she hadn't unhooked her trailers or unloaded Cheyenne yet. She drove her truck and small convoy of trailers out of the drive.

Laken drove until she came to the Bait Shope that's in town. Mabey they'll have some newspapers or some fliers up. She pulled up beside the building and set her parking brake. After pulling some money from the lock box that's housed in the tack room of her horse trailer, she went inside. She didn't see any one behind the counter, so she began to look around. Apparently the Bait Shope wasn't just a bait shop. It was more like a general store, hardware, bait shop and gas station all rolled into one. Almost like a small super store. She finally saw a cork board full of signs and things pinned up on it. Something in the upper right hand corner caught her eye. It was a brightly colored peice of paper that was almost completely covered up by all of the other papers. Hoping that no one would mind, she unpinned and removed it from the board to look it over.

FOR RENT

Small hunting cabin. 12x24ft 2 lofts, 1full bath and small kitchenette on 2 acres. For more info call Brock 555-8819.

This will be perfect if I can manage to rent it for a decent price. "Can I help you with anything miss?"Startled out of her thoughts, Laken turned around to find an elderly man behind the counter with a friendly smile on his face, his green eyes seemed to sparkle with kindness. So she thought why not? "Yes Sir. You wouldn't happen to know if this place has been rented out yet would you?" She walked over to the counter, the sound of her work boots on the hardwood floor filling the silence, and handed him the peice of paper. " Well let me see here." She waited patiently as he pulled his glasses out of the front pocket of his shirt and read the flier. "No Ma'am, I don't believe it has. Are you interested in it?"

"Yes sir."

"Well I know the fella', he's a nice man. He oughta give you a fair deal. Have you been in town long?" He motioned with his thumb out the window to her truck. "No Sir. I just got here today." His smile seemed to get brighter as their conversation continued. He really is as nice as he seems at first glance. A very friendly and kind man that seemed like he would help out anyone he could if they asked it of him. Laken thanked the man for letting her keep the flier and left the store. She walked around the corner of the building to use the payphone. She dialed the number and waited, praying that someone would pick up. After three rings, and answering machine kicked on. Damn it. I'm going to have to leave my number. Laken hated giving out her cell number, especially if she doesn't know the person. She waited for the beep and began leaving her message. "Yes, I'm calling about the hunting cabin. I was wondering if I would be able to take a look at it. I would greatly appreciate it if you would give me a call back, so I could talk to you about it. I'm very interested in it. Hope to talk to you soon." After she had left her name and cell number, she hung up and had a scary thought. What if he's out ot town? Laken knew that Cheyenne was hungry and thirsty. She walked around to the front of the store and went back inside.

The elderly man that she had been speaking to earlier, Elmer he had said his name was, was sweeping the front of the store. He looked up as he heard the bell above the door tinkle as it was opened. Once again, he smiled when he saw her. "Back so soon?" Laken nodded politely." Yes Sir. Mr. Elmer, I was wondering if you'd mind if I let my horse out of his trailer so he could get some feed and water in him? He'd be tied to the trailer."

"I don't recon I mind at all. There's a water faucet with a hose on the back side of the store." She thanked him once again and went back outside to get Cheyenne situated before she even thought about getting food for herself.

It had been one thing after another. First the shipment of new shirts for the DeathClutch line hadn't came in, then on the way home, he'd had a flat. "What next?" As he walked throught the front door, Brock tossed his keys and wallet into the bowl by the door. Running a hand over his face then over his hair, he walked over to where his phone and answering machine sat on a side table in his living room. The light was blinking, so he hit play and let himself drop into his chair. As he listened to the message, he couldn't help, but to hear the desperation in the young woman's voice. He looked at his watch and noticed that it was about six in the evening. "I still need to call her back." Brock replayed the message and dialed the number.