Elizabeth was walking down the street, past the saloon, she turned her head to towards the jail hoping to catch a glimpse of Jack in his red uniform. He always looked so breathtakingly handsome when he wore it. She still remembers the first time she saw him, he wasn't like the other men she had come into contact with in Hamilton. He was strong and burly, unlike Hamilton society men. Charles will always be her closest friend but Jack will forever be the man that takes her breath away. She absentmindedly still reaches to touch her lips every time she thinks about their first kiss.
Whilst Elizabeth was day dreaming about Jack, still looking towards the jail, she walked straight into someone. "oh my! I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" her basket fell on to the floor. The man in his navy-blue suit laughed and said "that's fine, Miss Thatcher, I'm sure many men would love to be 'bumped' into by you," he said smirking. He picked up her basket and Elizabeth blushed "I'm positive that is certainly not true!" there was something about him that was so familiar to her but she couldn't precisely suggest what it was. "you clearly know me, but I have the misfortune of not knowing you," Elizabeth said. He looked up at her, passed her the basket and said "we're just old acquaintances, you have a nice day now, Miss Thatcher." With that he walked in the opposite direction to her and didn't look back. What a puzzling man she thought.
What arrogance that bloody woman has, Augustus thought! She didn't recognise me even remotely. How could you ruin someone's life and then not remember the person at all? Perhaps she's been so busy ruining lives since then, she can't remember all of them. She was beautiful though, that stunning fragrance still clings to her. Her smile still majestic, always better when she's smiling at him, he thought. However, that Mountie, is going to have to disappear. Can't have him constantly sniffing around his Elizabeth. How is he to get his life back when that irritating Mountie could propose and get the dowry, that is rightfully his! Something will have to be done.
Jack was on his rounds later in the morning. The sun was so bright, it was blinding which was surprising in Hope Valley he thought. He took a shortcut through the woods and he saw something move from one of the abandoned sheds. He got off his horse and went to check. There was clearly activity in this area, a fire pit that had been recently used and a broken bottle of drink, gin perhaps. Suddenly he heard a noise, felt pain and then everything went black.