"Wait a second...you mean the brothel outside a' town?" John asked staring at Randy. The man just nodded and fiddled with his keys. Isabelle then remembered, the brothel and bar where she had met the boys! It was called Red's! Now it made since...

"So Red is the owner?" she asked looking at Randy in question. He nodded and checked all his cabinets and cases. Well now that they knew where they were going! Looking up Isabelle could see Butch's face still holding that same look.

"Butch?" Isabelle stared up into his eyes while he just looked lost in space. He looked down at her and shook his head...memories flooding back to his mind that he didn't want nor care to think about.

"You know this Red?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Butch stared at her silently for a few moments. His face becoming expressionless, what wasn't he telling her?

"You could say that" he said before walking away from her and out the door. Isabelle looked over at Tonto and John, both just shrugging. What had gotten into him? Obviously he didn't want anything to do with this Red person but why wasn't he telling her why? Taking off after him she could see him standing outside leaning up against the building, his back to her. Randy was already locking up his shop as Tonto and John walked out behind him, both keeping their distance from her and Butch. She walked up to him and pulled on his coat.

"Somethin's rackin' that head a' yours..." she said softly. He glanced down at her and shook his head.

"Just thinkin', some old memories I'd like to forget bout'" he said looking out at nothing. Randy and the boys waited for them near the front steps. Each trying to see if they could hear anything.

"You gonna be alright?" she asked wondering if he'd be able to hold himself together. Whatever had happened between him and this Red was not good...she could tell that just from his attitude. Butch got that same look in his eye before turning to her.

"Ain't me I'd be worried bout'..." he replied softly. Isabelle then realized something, this Red was a woman. Why else would he be acting this way? Was it an old fling? A previous lover? Keeping the questions to herself she just turned and walked back over to the boys, Butch soon following behind her.

"Alright, lets go see if Ms. Red can be of assistance" she said turning to Randy. He just smiled and got a lusty gleam in his eyes.

"Ohhh she can be very helpful, not only does she own the biggest business in town but she got con'ections everywher' in Texas" he explained putting on his cowboy hat. Isabelle looked back at Butch, he seemed at ease now but would he still be that way once they reached Red's? God she hoped so...

They reached the brothel in a short amount of time...and sure enough it seemed like every soul in town was there! The traveling caravan was still there with all the train workers and towns people. Randy grinned at them pointing to the large building.

"Told ya'!" he yelled jumping down off his horse. Butch kept his head down just in case someone would see him, they didn't need the commotion. Isabelle jumped off Phantom along with Butch, tying him up outside with the white spirit horse. John remembered this place all too well! Tonto already had a gleam in his eyes, he was loving this. Randy walked up to the large man standing in front of the curtain, laying down a fist of money for all of them.

"Meh n' my crew her' needen' a lil' talk wit' Miss Red" he said. The man just stared at him for a moment emotionlessly, then turning he opened the curtain to let them in. The music from the stage was echoing across the floor as people scattered everywhere. Whores were lounging around with men while slamming back drinks, laughing loudly. Butch remembered coming to the same place all those years ago...but back then it wasn't known as Red's...

They were lead up a large staircase and into an office type room near the back. The man knocked twice before entering, leading them all inside.

"Red, you got some freaks here to see you, say deh' wanna talk" he said before closing the door and leaving. They watched as an older woman with fire red hair sat behind a desk with an old feather pen, writing in a small book in front of her. Looking up she frowned at them and took off her glasses she was wearing.

"Can I help you?" she asked. Isabelle glanced at Butch, who was currently hiding his face and looking back at the door. He didn't want to be there...she could tell. Randy walked up and sat down at the chair in front of the desk.

"Red we needs' some help" he said grinning. Red just leaned back in her chair and glared at him.

"Randy what the hell did I tell you about comin' back here?" she asked before looking up at the rest of them. Her eyes immediately going to John.

"What's with the mask?" she asked raising an eyebrow. He was about to explain but she just held up her hand.

"Ya' know what I don't wanna know...what can I do for y'all? And ya' better not be here lookin' for a job" she said quickly. Randy smirked and pointed back at them, more so to Isabelle.

"These guys ar' lookin' fer' someone, figur'd you might be able ta' give us a hand" he said.

"Who you lookin' for?" she asked glancing up at Isabelle, who was now standing beside Randy looking down at her.

"Lathem Cole" Isabelle growled out, her eyes telling Red everything she needed to know. Red was silent for a moment...her eyes glancing at a lone piece of rock sitting on her desk...silver.

"Lathem Cole ain't nothin' but a double crossin' liar darlin'" she said picking up the silver chunk.

"He and Dan Reid were arguing over this, came in here a few weeks ago talkin' about some mine Cole had found" she explained handing the chunk to Isabelle. That damn silver was what started this whole mess in the first place.

"He crossed you didn't he?" Red asked looking up at Isabelle. Somethin' told her Red had experienced the same thing sometime herself.

"...You could say that..." she said setting down the rock. Tonto stepped up and pointed to himself, and John.

"We, also seek Lathem Cole, crossed us as well" he explained. Red smiled and shook her head silently...a look crossing her eyes...

"Doesn't surprise me...Last I heard Cole was working with Butch Cavendish-" she started before they all heard a low sound from behind them, followed by a rough raspy voice.

"Not true" they heard Butch say, his face finally turned up to face Red...and the look in her eyes went from cross to irate. Pulling out a small pistol she quickly pointed it at Butch from across the room.

"What the hell is he doin' here!" she cried out venomously. Butch didn't move from his spot, he just stared at her in silence as she pointed the gun at him. Isabelle stepped in front of the pistols barrel and held up her hands in protest.

"Please Red...he's with us now...it's alright" she pleaded softly, giving Red the best reassuring look she could manage. Red stared at her like she was insane, what did she mean he was with them?!

"What are you talkin' about?" she asked not moving the gun down, her eyes still focused on Isabelle.

"Cole crossed all of us...just please put the gun down" Isabelle was begging her not to shoot, she didn't know if she could take another bullet wound. Butch had his hand on his pistol as well, ready to draw at any moment. Red's eyes flared back and forth between Isabelle and the man behind her...but slowly...she lowered her weapon. Isabelle let out a breath in relief as she watched the gun drop. Butch lowered his hand back to his side and turned away once again, not wanting to look at the red head any longer. Red eventually gained back her composure, looking up at Isabelle she gave her a stern look.

"Tell me everything"

It took some time but soon enough they had gone over everything that had occurred, even mentioning the less realistic parts about Isabelle's "gift" NOT from God. They were sitting down in Red's parlor relaxing as best they could. Butch was standing in the corner of the room near the door, looking through the peephole to see if anyone was near the door. Isabelle and Red were sitting across from each other under a large portrait of a ballerina. John and Tonto were leaning up against the wall while Randy sat cross-legged on the floor.

"So you mean to tell me...that your a ghost rider...he's a spirit walker...the Indians the one that showed Cole and Butch the mine...Butch got crossed...and now Randy's gonna help you track down Cole who is now headed to California?" Red asked taking a swig of whiskey while glancing at all of them. Isabelle nodded and grabbed the bottle taking a large swig herself. Her shoulder was killing her again...and damn she needed some new cloths!

"That, is by far, the craziest story I have ever heard...but I'll do it" Red said looking back to Isabelle.

"Do what?" she asked looking at the red head in question.

"Help you of course, who wouldn't want over a million in raw silver? Maybe I'll just stay over there in California...retire" Red said, a dreamy look in her eyes. Isabelle smirked at her, knowing that she was willing to help. Red then glanced over at Butch for a moment, then down at the floor.

"I guess that-"

"RED!"

They all jumped up at the sound of a woman screaming out in terror! Red jumped up and limped across the room towards the door, Butch was already out the door and headed towards the balcony. The rest followed suite and looked out over the edge trying to see who was calling for help. In one corner of the room there was one of Red's girls being manhandled by a drunk man, he had ahold of her arm and wasn't letting go. Just as Isabelle was about to take out her pistol she watched Red hike up her leg onto the ledge, pull up her dress to reveal an ivory leg...that was also a gun? Red aimed for the legs of the chair the man was sitting in and pulled back a lever, a gun barrel coming out of the heel of her red boot.

"No free rides here gentlemen!" she yelled before firing and watching the wooden legs splinter everywhere, sending the drunk to the floor. He was quickly grabbed by a few others and dragged towards the door. Red smirked and watched as Tonto quickly walked up to her ivory beauty.

"Beautiful...want to touch" he said reaching out to place his hand apon the man made leg. Red slapped his hand away and lowered her leg back down to the ground.

"Not if ya' favor that hand" she said threateningly. Tonto thought twice and pulled his hand back away from her. Isabelle looked behind her to where Butch was standing, his eyes downcast.

'He has something to do with that leg of hers...'

she thought watching him. Red lead them back inside the parlor, closing the door behind them. She limped over to the couch she was sitting on and threw her leg up onto a pillow. Apparently firing the heavy thing wore out her thigh muscles. John coughed slightly and motioned towards Red's ivory leg.

"Quite the weapon you've got Miss Red" he said trying not to stare. Isabelle watched as Butch looked away when John mentioned the leg...then it hit her. Looking up at the picture above Red, the ballarina...it was her. Red had been a dancer...but without her leg...

Red glanced down at her leg and then glanced at Butch, locking eyes with him for a moment.

"Just a constant reminder of past mistakes..." she said looking down at the floor. Isabelle looked from Red to Butch then back again...it was him. It was his fault she lost her leg? Red looked over to John and smiled a small smile, thinking back to the past.

"I was a dancer you see, years and years ago, long before I became what I am today...but like most young girls I fell for the one thing in life that gets ya' every time..." she said slowly, looking off into space. Isabelle already knew where this was going...and she watched as Red looked up and stared at Butch.

"...Love" she finished softly, her eyes looking as though they were about to tear up. Isabelle felt a pull at her heart, Red and Butch...were old lovers? Looking up at the man beside her she watched him look away from Red, a small glare in his eyes. John looked from Red to Butch, seeing the look she was giving him.

"Wait a sec, you and...him?" he asked pointing to Cavendish across the room. Red simply nodded and grabbed the whiskey bottle once again, taking another drink. Randy and Tonto were looking up at Isabelle and Butch, feeling the tension in the room skyrocket! Butch finally decided to speak up and glared at Red.

"You know it was an accident-"

"Oh please it was no accident! You knew he was going to be there that night!" she screamed at him, a small tear running down her cheek. Butch turned away and tried to control his emotions, feeling his anger rising inside of him. The others just looked at them silently. Each wondering what was happening. John looked back at Red and tried his best to be gentle.

"Red...how exactly did you loose your leg?" he asked quietly. Red looked over to him and wiped away her tears...then she turned back to Butch and glared at him...

"I lost my leg in a fire...a fire intended for someone else" she said lowly, never breaking her gaze with Butch. Isabelle looked at her and couldn't help but ask.

"Who was it meant for" she asked. Red was quiet for a few moments, closing her eyes she looked back at John.

"Your brother...Dan Reid" she said softly. John's eyes went wide in shock, that was the last name he expected her to say! Looking over to Butch he glared and almost went after the man.

"You were gonna' kill my brother?!" he yelled about to jump up-but Red stopped him.

"No! Don't...it's my fault...don't blame Butch" she explained grabbing onto John's arm. Setting him back down she looked at Butch and watched him turn his back on her, just like he did all those years ago. Looking at all of them she let out a soft sigh, turning back to see her portrait on the wall.

"You see it all happened many years ago..."

Flashback

Red Harrington, the greatest dancer in all of East Texas, known for her skills as a ballerina in the local brothels. Men came from miles around to watch her preform on stage, including a young man named Butch Cavendish...

"You see Butch and I met while I was still a young dancer, full of life and soul, and he was known far and wide as the notorious outlaw"

Butch watched his lovely young girl dancing up on stage, her red hair flowing behind her as she twirled around like a porcelain doll. He loved watching her dance every night before they met out back behind the brothel.

"You see we had to keep our relationship secret, not only was I a famous young woman but if anyone saw us together we would both be arrested"

Red looked out over the crowd and saw her man sitting at the bar drinking his usual whiskey, every night. Smiling she looked at him as she finished her dance, bowing to her audience as they clapped for her loudly. She locked eyes with him and just as she was about to leave the stage, she saw him...the young ranger Dan Reid. The young man was smiling up at her, and she couldn't help but blush. He was so handsome, but also a newly married man. The news of Dan and Rebecca's wedding had spread quickly...leaving the young Red a little heartbroken that he was taken. Butch could see Red looking off to the right, and following her eyes he could see her looking at that ranger. Glaring he finished his drink and went out the back door to wait on the balcony for his girl. Not long after he could hear her small footsteps coming down the steps towards him.

"Butch? Butch where are you?" she whispered looking around in the darkness. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark shadowy corner. Yelping quickly she felt a set of lips apon hers in a matter of moments. Sighing she pulled away from Butch and smiled up at him.

"I missed you" she said lovingly, wrapping her arms around his torso. Butch smirked down at her and brushed her red hair back away from her face. He loved seeing her like this.

"I miss you every lonley night darlin'..." he said quietly, stroaking her cheek with the back of his hand, watching her melt under his touch. It had been three days since they had accually gotten time to be together. Red looked up at him and grinned, feeling her body ache for his touch...for his kiss.

"Come on, let's get outta' here, I need you now baby" she begged pulling him closer to her. Butch grinned and she could see that silver tooth shine in the moonlight, sending a shiver down her spine. He ran his hands through her hair, down over her breasts and down her sides, gripping her hips he pulled her closer to him in a painfull thrust. Red gasped and moaned softly, wanting him to simply take her right then and there...but he was too cruel for that. Leaning his head down he ran his lips over her neck, bitting down on that sweet spot near her collarbone. She moaned louder and gripped his shoulders, pulling his head closer to her.

"Butch, please-I can't wait any longer!" she begged again jumping up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Butch pushed her up against the wall while holding her up against him, feeling himself grow harder by the second. Red was smuthering his face and neck in light kisses while he worked on hiking up her dress. Her hands worked quickly to undo his belt while he moved closer to his desired treasure. Red threw his belt to the side and gasped loudly as he felt him thrust into her, his own voice breaking in the process. Moaning loudly she felt him thrust again and again, pounding into her as she held onto him longingly. Bitting down on his shoulder she kept from screaming as she neared her climax. He wasen't far behind her as he quickend his pace, slamming them both against the wall over and over again.

"Ohhh God! Butch!" she yelled into his neck as she let herself go, feeling his own climax fill her to the breaking point...damn that man could make a woman feel good...

"We had our nights together as often as we could...but you see I wasn't always the best at keeping track of my whiskey, and that's when things got out of control..."

Red had just finished her last dance of the night when she saw that ranger again, Dan Reid, watching her in the spot Butch normally sat. Unfortunately Butch was away on business with Lathem Cole, but he hadn't told her anything really. Only that he would be back as soon as he could. Bowing Red looked over at Reid and smiled, giving him a light wave before stepping off the stage. His eyes following her the whole time...

"Mary can you get me a drink please?" Red asked walking up to the bar, taking a seat near the end. The barmaid, Mary, set down a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey in front of her. Red opened up the bottle and poured herself a shot, downing the whole thing quickly. As she was pouring her second glass she noticed someone sitting down beside her. Looking up she was mew with two bright blue eyes.

"Evenin' Miss Red" Dan Reid, he took a seat next to her and waved for Mary to bring over another glass. Red smiled at him and couldn't help but feel a blush crawl up her cheeks. He took the bottle and poured himself a glass.

"I couldn't help but admire you dancin' up there, quite the talent you've got" he said shooting down his glass. Red smiled and poured them both another shot.

"Thank you...nice to have admirers" she said taking another shot. He copied her and poured them another.

"So how goes your new life at home?" she asked taking her glass. Dan shrugged and swallowed another shot.

"Same as always, just got a woman livin' with me now...but she still ain't near as pretty as the lovely lady sittin' beside me" he said giving her a smile. Red felt her heart flutter as he ran two fingers across her cheek...just like Butch always did...the touch of a man had been without her for over a week since Butch had left...and it felt so good too her. Pouring another shot she drowned it down, feeling a little light headed. Dan threw back another shot and began carressing her leg, sliding his hand up and down. Red could feel herself growing hot beneath her dress, why was he doing this?

"Dan I-I can't...y-yourrr married-d" she slurred out trying to fend him off as best she could...but the whiskey had already gone to her head...and the feeling of a man's hands on her skin was overpowering her judgement.

"What she don' know won' hurt her" he slurred leaning his head forward, trying to land a kiss. Red moved her head to the side and felt his lips clash into her neck. In a moment she couldn't help but moan longingly for his touch...at that moment it didn't matter who it was...just that someone was willing to love her tonight.

"I was too drunk to realize what I was doing, and he was just as drunk...before I knew it we were upstairs in my room...and I found myself under those lustful eyes..."

She looked up and all she saw was Dan above her, naked as she was...wait...when did she undress...never mind that how did she get up here? She could feel lips on her neck and a heat between her legs. Looking around she could make out a pile of cloths beside them on the floor. Dan was already inside of her before she could say anything, and she moaned out in a grunt of pain at his aggressiveness...but soon she felt her cares melt away under him as he made love to her.

"What I didn't know is that Butch had returned that same night...and...he came to the brothel to find me...but I didn't know"

Butch walked in the doors of the brothel and looked around for his lover, seeing the place half dead he knew she was probley upstairs in her room. Taking off up the steps he walked down the hallway but stopped just short of her door, hearing moaning coming from inside.

'The hell?' he thought stepping up to the door. Glancing inside he felt his heart skip a beat...there on the bed was his girl and that bastard Reid! They were rolling around under her covers in a passion filled fuck session...and all Butch could do was stand there and watch as his world shattered around him. The moans were getting louder and louder...filling the hallways around him as he watched the woman he thought he loved making love to the man he loathed. Turning he slammed his fist into the wall of the hallway as he left down the stairs...he would make that son of bitch pay for this...make no mistake about that...

"I'll kill you for this Reid!"

"I woke up the next morning in the arms of the man I didn't love, and then I realized what I had done...so I went to find Butch that day"

Red felt like her heart was about to burst when she saw Butch watching her on the stage once again...but he had this look in his eyes...one she had never seen before. Once the music was over she took her bow, but when she looked up he was gone. Looking around the brothel she couldn't see him anywhere. Jumping from the stage she took off towards the back stairwell.

"Butch!" she cried out flying down the stairs as fast as she could. Looking back to where he usually stood she could see a shadowy figure leaning up against the wall.

"Oh Butch Thank God!" she cried running up to him, throwing her arms around him and crushing her lips against his...but he didn't kiss her back...nor did he hold her like he always did. Red looked up into his eyes and stared at him questioningly.

"Butch? What is it? Whats wrong?" she asked looking up into his eyes. He only glared at her in return, pushing off the wall and shooving her away from him.

"You think I wouldn't find out?" he asked lowly, a dark gleam in his eye. Red looked at him confussed...he couldn't mean?

"I saw you...so don't even try to lie to me..." he said looking her dead in the eyes. His gaze was so hard she almost couldn't look at him. Of course he knew...how could he not?

"Butch please! I-I was drunk I didn't mean t-to!" she pleaded as he walked past her, she reached for him as he passed and felt her tears start to fall.

"You Cheated On Me With Him! Of All People!?" he yelled turning back around to see her on her knees below him.

"P-please baby I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to I swear!" she cried feeling her heart shattering, was this what it felt like to loose someone so dear to you? Butch just glared at her and turned his back on her...his last words ringing in her ears...

"Whatever I ever felt for you is gone Red...I don't love you anymore...I don't think I ever did" he said cruely before walking away from her, leaving her alone on her knees to cry on into the night...alone.

As the days passed and turned into weeks, Red felt that she couldn't preform at the brothel anymore. It was too heartbreaking to remember all of those nights she and Butch had shared outside the place. Memories she simply wanted to forget. There was another saloon in the next town that was willing to hire her, for just as much money. So she packed up her things and moved on...away from the past...

Within the next week or so she was dancing on a new stage with a new audiance. They loved her just as much as the last. Then one night everything changed...forever.

"Dan had been passing through the town, and Butch had been following him...Dan was in the saloon that night while I was preforming"

Red looked out and her eyes locked with Reid's, and deep down she wanted to both love and kill the man. Because of him she had lost her love...all because of him. He didn't deserve Rebecca and she knew that all too well. Dan looked up at her from the bar and then broke contact, not even man enough to look her in the eyes.

Butch stood outside the saloon with his gang, each one holding a large can of kerosene. He would make Dan Reid suffer for what he had taken from him...no one takes somethin' from Butch Cavendish and don't pay for it.

"You can be damn sure Reid...you taken somethin' from me...I'ma take somethin' from you" he said glaring at the building. The boys all dumped their cans around the saloon and all up the side walls. Butch took his and lead a trail away from the building...striking a match he smirked wickedly.

"Light em' up" he said before dropping the match, watching the flame travel quickly across dirt towards the saloon. In a matter of moments the whole building was surrounded by fire.

"Let's go boys!" Butch yelled running over and jumping on his horse. His gang followed suite and they took off as the flames went up...

Red and the other dancing girls could smell smoke before anyone else could. Looking around Red noticed the smoke and flames around the windows...then she felt the heat...

"Fire!" someone yelled as the fire came inside the saloon, climbing up the walls quickly. Dan and his boys were already outside the burning building, trying to find the ones responsible. Red and the others were about to make a run for the floor when they heard the cracking of beams from above. Looking up the fire had already reached the roof, causing the support beams to break. Screaming the girls watched as one by one the beams fell around them, the roof caving in. Red pushed them all towards the door before making a break for it...but...unfortunatly she wasen't fast enough...

As she ran off the stage a large section of the roof came crashing down on her, crushing her leg beneath the burning debrie. Screaming in pain she felt the flames eat through her skin in seconds...but she couldn't get out. Before she could scream for help, the smoke filled her lungs and she could see the world around her fading fast...she couldn't stay awake any longer. After a few more moments of gasping for air she passed out under the fires jaws.

End Flashback

"When I woke up I was lying in a hospital bed with one less leg, doctor saying the burns were so severe they had to amputate it just so I would survive...told me I would never be able to dance again..." she said wiping a tear from her eye...

"And he was right...so I became a dancer of a different sorts" she said looking up at them all. Butch was silent as the others took in all she had said. Never before had she told anyone the whole story before. Isabelle looked over to Butch, seeing him staring at the floorboards emotionless. Walking over she grabbed his hand in hers and watched him look over at her, smiling slightly she turned back to Red. The woman was back to normal and just shrugged...past was past.

"That's why they call it the past, time to move on" she said. John had a hatefull look in his eyes, not for Butch or for Red, but for his own brother.

"How could he do that to her...his own wife?" he asked to no one in particular. Tonto placed a hand on his shoulder in comfort, but it did little to quell the rage in his heart. Red looked at him sympathetically, knowing what it was like to loose trust in someone so close to you. Randy just grabbed the bottle of whiskey and nearly drowned the whole thing, keeping his emotions together. Damn that story went deep!

"Alright, I'll clear out a few rooms for y'all for the night" Red said standing up and walking towards the door. She looked at Isabelle and Butch for a moment, her eyes going to their clasped hands, and deep down she felt...glad. Maybe he'd finally found someone...like him. Walking out the door she closed it behind her, leaving them all to talk.

"Honestly Butch...I'm still mad at you...but I can't say that I blame you either" John said looking up at the wanted outlaw. Butch didn't say anything...he just wanted some peace and quiet. Isabelle now understood why he had been reluctant to come...hell she would have too. Once they had all gathered their thoughts Red returned and smiled at them.

"Alright, got only three rooms so y'all gotta' share" she said grinning. Tonto and John both made a mad dash for Isabelle, neither wanting sleep in the same bed again!

"Belle Pick Me!"

"No! No Want To Be Violated Again!" the two were trying to push each other over in a mad race to get first pick at bedmates! Just as John was pushed out of the way Tonto made to grab Isabelle's leg-only to be met with a black boot in his way. Looking up he locked eyes with a very pissed off Butch, who was standing in front of Isabelle.

"Don' even think about' it" he said glaring down at the Comanche. Tonto just held up his hands in defeat as he and John stood up, dusting themselves off. Randy shook his head and walked outta' the room towards one of the empty bedrooms. Tonto glared at John and muttered something in his native language...walking off towards a bedroom. John took off after him yelling at him to stop cursing him in Indian! Isabelle smirked and pulled Butch towards the door, leading him to the other bedroom. As the brothel cleared out for the night the quiet settled in quickly. Isabelle removed her corset and looked at the blood staining it...it was beyond ruined. Butch watched her silently, having already takin' off his boots, vest and coat. He hung his hat on the chair beside the bed, setting his boots beside it. He watched her lay the stained clothing on the dresser and he finally saw just how bad it was...the wound was so red and stained with blood it looked black...her clothing was beyond help at that point. Just as he was about to help her get that top off completely, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Isabelle, come with me so we can get you some new cloths honey" Red said opening the door. Isabelle smiled and followed the red head out, looking back at Butch for a moment. He just tilted his head to her, telling her to go on. Stepping out the door she followed Red down the hallway to another room. Red opened the door for her and lead her inside, showing her all the outfits she could imagine!

"Holy-"

"I know, anything you want is yours" Red said smiling. Isabelle stepped up to the racks of clothing and looked through them. She found a few corsets she fell in love with as well as a couple shoulderless tops. Red helped her find five new outfits to use considering her old was no longer an option. When she finished looking she had four new corsets, a solid black one with velvet floral designs on it, lacing up the front. A black and white one that laced up the back, made to go over another top. An old brownish tan colored one that would be great for wearing for comfort, and another straight black one that laced up the front. Her tops were three shouderless black ones that fit her body type perfectly, and she also got two old dresses that none of the other girls ever wore. One was black and dark red with lacing all over it, a typical saloon style dress. The other was a black dress with dark blue velvet covering it in a rose style pattern. They were great for Isabelle because they not only looked great on her, but they were accustomed to big chested women, which was a bonus! Red watched her look in the mirrors at her reflection, smiling as she took the last outfit off.

"Here honey come sit, lets get that wound bandaged a little bit" she said motioning towards an empty chair. Taking a bowl of water and a wash cloth she wipped away the rest of the dried blood.

"What in God's name have you gotten ya'self into?" she asked looking up into Isabelle's green eyes. Isabelle just watched her silently, smirking as the thought crossed her mind of truley explaining everything...hell she still haden't even told Butch the whole story...

'Or what I did to save his life...'

she thought glancing down at her shoulder. It hurt like hell but she would survive to live another day. Red placed a bandage around her shoulder and arm, masking off the bloody wound.

"Thanks Red" Isabelle said smiling at the older woman. Red just smirked and held up her hands.

"Just takin' care of another lovely lady, ain't that my job?" she said. Isabelle knew it was nothing new to the woman, God only knows what her and her girls have to deal with on a regular basis. As she stood up to leave she couldn't help but think about the way Red had talked about her and Butch's previous relationship...there wasen't any feelings left between the two...right? Shaking her head she grabbed her new cloths and walked towards the door.

"Isabelle" she heard Red say sternly, as though a mother would do. Turning around she looked over to the woman, a stern look grazing her face.

"That man will bring you nothin' but trouble" she said lowly, and Isabelle knew she was refering to Butch. Looking down at the floor she turned to leave, gazing back at Red.

"He's worth it..." she said quietly. Red watched her walk out the door and heard her footsteps echo down the hallway. Looking down at her conceled leg she sighed, and whispered softly to herself...

"I hope she's right"