She felt the pain, but it wasn't from what she thought it was. It was the brief moment when she hit the floor. She soon realized that the blood that she saw was not her own, but that of the person that lay beside her.

He had saved her. That bullet was heading right at her and he saved her. He had pushed her out of the way and it was he whose blood she could see.

But as her own realization came to her she saw the gun pointed at her.

"Help me up and out of here." His voice was deep and husky, but it still held that of a young boy.

She wanted to tell him no but she felt he had saved her now it was her turn to save him. She got up and pulled him to his feet.

"AUGH!. Careful would you. It is still attached." He cried out but no tears were spilt. It was that of a man holding in his pain in front of a lady.

He walked out of the bank his gun towards her. He knew she was his only ticket out of the bank. His men were to busy holding off Pats men. He had noticed the sudden disappearance of his dear old friend Pat Garrett. A friend who now wore a badge. One of honour they say. He often wondered what would have happened if it was him that they had approached instead of Pat. What would he have done?

"Billy?"

"I'm ok. Get the horses." Billy yelled back before turning to the lady. "I'm afraid I need you a little longer ma'am."

"Don't Ma'am me, and I don't mind really." Phoebe replied as she helped him along the wooden sidewalk.

She took in everything around her. It's just like the movies, she thought to herself. The wooden walkways, the dusty streets; the salon across the street and the general store next to it. She could see the girls sitting on the railings of the hotel that joined the salon. All eyes in the town where on her and the man she held up. She could feel their fear and some their hate. They didn't understand it was not his fault. It was the money. Money even then made people crazy. He was just protecting what was taken from him. He had lost the one person that believed him and protected him. Killed out of greed. Now all he was doing was taking it back.

He grabbed his horse by the reigns and pushed Phoebe up to the saddle, where he quickly pulled himself right up behind her. Holding the reigns in his hand with his good arm, that was wrapped around Phoebe, he held his injured arm up as he kicked his horse and galloped off through town shooting his six gun leaving behind a trail of dust. Another trail for Pat to follow.

"Ok can we stop now? My ass is getting sore."

"Her ass looks fine to me." Someone behind them said getting laughter from the other men.

"Back off buddy. Trust me I will kick your ass when I get the chance." Phoebe shot back at him over Billy's shoulder.

"Careful boys I think she means it." Someone yelled out.

"Ok that's it." Phoebe pulled on the reigns and was quickly standing on the ground making her way to the horse that was riding behind them.

The next thing they all knew was, their friend on his back looking up at her staring into his own six gun.

"Don't mess with a woman on PMS."

He couldn't believe that she had taken him down like that. A woman had his gun and was pointing it at him. He quickly got back to his feet looking to kill.

"Let it go Dave." Billy said from his horse. He wasn't keen on Dave and seeing this woman take him down like that made him like her even more.

Dave stared at Phoebe as she turned the gun around and handed it back at him.

Dave leaned in towards her whispering so only she could hear, "Don't turn your back on me lady." He pulled back holstering his gun and getting back on his horse. Kicking his boots into its sides he quickly rode ahead of the rest of the gang.

Billy held his hand out helping Phoebe back to his saddle, "Nice move."

"Thanx. Something I learned from my sister."

"So do you have a name. I mean I take a bullet for a pretty lady at least she could do is tell me her name."

Phoebe smiled as he spoke to her. They had started a slow easy pace heading through the trees. "Phoebe."

"Phoebe. I like it."

"Thanx. And you. I mean, I get kidnapped by a handsome stranger in the middle of shoot out. Not to mention I've never had a guy take a bullet for me. Does my saviour and kidnapper have a name?" She knew who it was that she shared the saddle with, but she didn't want him to know. Like most guys it was all ego.

"William H. Bonnie. My friends call me Billy."

"Hmm I like William better. Sounds more sophisticated."

Billy pulled forward and turned Phoebe to meet his gaze. "I like your spunk lady. You can call me whatever you like." He smiled at her before resuming his position on his horse.

Prue watched as Pat cleaned his gun again. "Don't you ever get tired of cleaning that thing?"

"No." he answered as he snapped the last piece in place and then rolled it along his arms making sure every notch was lined up perfectly. "A clean gun could mean a matter of life and death for me."

They sat in silence a bit longer. Piper was out looking for something for her and Prue to wear. They had an idea that would hopefully either send them back to 1879 or bring Phoebe back to 2000. Leaving Prue with Pat in behind the stables.

"So why'd you do it?" she finally asked

"I'm not sure really." He knew what she was referring to "I got sick of running. Sick of the killing."

"He was your friend."

"I know. That's what made it harder then it is."

"So what are you gonna do once you catch him?" Prue left the question open. She didn't want to come out and ask him if he could kill someone he had once considered a friend.

Pat looked out towards the horizon. It was a question he himself had often wondered. He looked over at her as they leaned against the railing. "I don't know."

They pulled their horses around when they got to where they wanted to be. Back to the same camp they had used the night before. Billy knew that people wouldn't think they would camp so close to town.

"They probably think we are half way to Mexico by now." He said as she helped Phoebe down. "Don't you go no where now." He smiled knowing there weren't to many places she could go.

Phoebe brushed her hand fast and hard against her jeans kicking the dust off them. "I just want a bath. Nice and hot that I can soak in for like a week."

"There's a pond at the bottom of the hill. Why don't you go down there and clean up? We'll stay up here." Billy suggested.

Phoebe looked around and knew that with Billy saying they would stay there that they would. She had seen something between them. She wasn't sure what it was just something. Maybe she was attracted to his wild side, the excitement and thrill of the danger he possesed.

As she sat on a rock looking out towards the pond and the high cliffs that surrounded it, her thoughts were also thinking of someone else she cared about. Two someone's actually. She missed her sisters and knew how worried they both must be. She needed to figure out a way to get herself back home to the year 2000. For 1879 with Billy the Kid was not how she wanted to spend the rest of her life.

The coolness of the water eased the heat of her body. She couldn't believe ever having been so hot. But as she swam through the clear waters and the dirt washed off her she could start to see her already well tanned body was even darker, if that was even possible.

She had dove under the water and as she surfaced she ran her hands over her hair brushing back the water from her face.

"Well, well. What have I found here?"

Phoebe spun around quickly at the voice behind her. "Dave. What are you doing down here?"

"Well I was gonna go for a swim, but I see that I've got company."

Phoebe looked to where her clothes lay and where Dave sat; Not three feet from each other.

"Get out." He said as he locked eyes with her.

Phoebe didn't move. She tried to think of what she could do. She knew that he was pissed at her for what she had done. Now here he was sitting right near her clothes.

Dave moved his hand revealing his revolver. "I said, get out."