Charlie cringed as Dawson brought his horse to a quickened stop to over look the ravine. Dawson stood up in his saddle searching for a route down and across the cavern; he grunted as he sat back down in his saddle. "Come on, we're wasting daylight," he said tugging the reigns again. Charlie thought he was going to be sick to his stomach as the pain in his side stabbed at his inners and his hand felt hot and heavy like a five pound weight - it too throbbed with each heart beat.

The two mean rode another hour or so before Dawson decided to make camp. He stepped down from his mount and tied the horse's reigns to a tree. Charlie's horse was tied to it so Dawson was certain that in his condition he wouldn't attempt to run. In fact, Dawson took his time to gather twigs and small branches so he could make a fire, before he even considered letting his prize possession down off the horse he was practically draped over.

"Ya know, Mitch, people like you ain't people at all. Killin' yer own wife and all. That is tragic. I saw my Pa gunned down dead and no-one care to catch his killer...they where all too busy. Now I take this job personally. I want the scum like you to know that if the law don't care, I do..." Dawson chewed at his cigar as he made a small fire and looked up at the man on the horse. "I suspect you'd like to get off that beast..." he grunted and moved to Charlie's side. With one swift movement he pulled Charlie from the saddle and threw him to the ground. "Move to the tree over there so I can chain you."

Charlie quivered from the dewy cold, "Chain me? Why? I said I haven't done anything and I ain't Mitch...I keep telling you that."

"Hah, sure. Move or I'll kick you again, you wife murderer." Dawson moved toward Charlie which made him flinch. Charlie struggled to move but he did. His side burned with pain as did his swollen burnt hand. It was better than being kicked again. Charlie prayed that once he reached Dodge that the law would stop the madness he was trapped in. He'd find out later tomorrow if that would be the case. Dawson looped his chains around the tree where Charlie sat and he clicked down on the lock. "Sleep well," he stared down at the man on the ground and with a wicked demeanor he threatened to kick him again causing Charlie to roll into a ball out of defence. Dawson just laughed as he headed back to the fire and layed down. Charlie watch as he quivered now from the cold as Dawson offered him no blanket from the chilly night air. In a small way it was relief from the stinging in his hand that touched the wood stove.

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Morning came soon enough for Charlie Langton. He felt all night that his burnt hand was swelling and he knew that meant infection was setting in. He bit his lips as he managed ti tie his bandana around his wrist; his hand was hideous to look at. Now all he wanted was to get to Dodge and hopefully a doctor to look after him as he no longer cared whether he was the man wanted or not. Which he wasn't. Strangely he then wondered what his brother Mitch was and why he wasn't here.

"Get moving Langton. Were heading to Dodge and my five thousand dollar reward on your hide." Dawson smiled, gritting another cigar in his teeth. "Matt Dillon will be surprised to see you! I bet he never thought anyone would catch up to Mitch Langton." Dawson taunted as he forced Charlie to his feet and back on to the horse.

The two rode another five hours before reaching Dodge. Luke Dawson rode his horse proudly up Front Street with Charlie slumped over the horse behind him. He rode up to the Marshal's Office and dismounted.

Festus stepped out the door at the very same moment. He froze at the sight of the infamous Luke Dawson - Bounty Hunter. Festus' eyes narrowed, "You got a feller there that was wanted?"

"You fall off the turnip truck yesterday!? Of course I do! That ole boy is Mitch Langton."

By now the commotion caught the marshal's attention and he stood from his desk and moved to the doorway, "Mitch Langton, you say?"

Dawson nodded proudly from beside his horse.

Matt moved toward Charlie who was wilted in his saddle. Matt's quick examination caused alarm. "Festus. You better get Doc. This man needs his help." Matt's eyes lifted to Dawson who merely shrugged, "It's my job Marshal. I bring in the bad guys and you pay me."

Festus left quickly in search of Doc. His mouth was already frothing at the thought of what he'd like to do with a man like Dawson. There was no reason that he should treat anyone, wanted dead or alive the way he just saw. The deputy also knew that Doc was not going to take this without strong words to the bounty man. Festus decided he'd better be with Doc at all times as he felt things were going to get ugly.