When the Healer had finally fired her last bullet, Caine levitated her pistol out of her hands. She turned to leave, but he stopped her with a wave of his hand.

"Hey!" Lana shouted as she was pulled across the sand towards Caine, "Why the Hell are you doing this!?"

"Simple. You're the perfect hostage," Caine replied, "First of all, nobody wants to get a scratch on the precious healer. Secondly, my sham of a replacement, Quinn, seems to fancy you for some reason."

Caine grinned victoriously as he set off towards the cliffs. Lana struggled, spat, and kicked as Caine dragged her along behind him with his powers. All of the screaming attracted the attention of her dog, Patrick, whom she had told to go hide when Caine and Penny had first shown up. She tried to send him away again, but he kept following behind her.

"Go, Patrick!" Lana shouted, "Go back to town and get help, or something!"

Patrick keep following her into to the desert, with his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth like nothing was wrong.

"Go! Patrick! Go!" Lana screamed. After a while, it became obvious that Patrick was much too loyal to be of any use in this situation. Lana started to scream, hoping that someone might hear her and come help her out. She knew that she was perfectly capable of getting herself out of this situation, but she would be able to rescue herself a lot quicker if there was somebody else around to distract Caine while she made her escape.

"Shut up!" Caine ordered.

Lana just screamed louder.

"I told you to shut up!" Caine shouted, levitating her at least 20 feet into the air. Now that she'd been given a reason to, Lana did as he asked. Lana wasn't an idiot, she knew that Caine would kill her without a second thought.

When Caine got back to the cliffs, he was surprised to find a small camp with some cooking utensils, a large pot, two large crates, a fire pit, and something that looked like a tent. It had been shoddily made out of a few well cleaned coyote skins, some long sticks, and a coil of rope. Caine let Lana go for a second, and made his way over to the tent. He untied the rope that was holding the tent together, which caused it to fall apart.

"Hey, that was my house!" Lana cried.

"Well, now it's a pile a of buffalo chips," Caine replied.

"Actually, you're standing in my pile of buffalo chips," Lana told him, pointing at his feet.

Caine looked down and saw that she was right. He was standing in a pile of dried buffalo poop.

"Crap," Caine muttered, "Why do you even have those?"

"They make great tinder," Lana informed him.

"Great what?"

"Tinder. You throw it in the fire so it burns brighter."

"I don't plan on doing that any time soon," Caine replied as he walked over to Lana, in hopes of tying her up.

"I guess you don't plan on living much longer, either," Lana replied as she punched Caine in the face. She wasn't going down without a fight.

"I do, just not in this desert," Caine replied, rubbing his right eye, "I'm gonna run your little pal, Quinn, out of town so Albert makes me sheriff again."

"What are you gonna do when Albert doesn't do that?"

"I'll run him out of town too!" Caine declared confidently, "I've always fancied myself a pretty good leader."

Lana was going to reply with a snappy comeback, but she didn't have any time. Caine had sent a large rock flying towards her face. She tried to dodge it, but there was no use. Caine's powers made it impossible to avoid getting hit. It was lights out for Lana.

The Battle Of Perdido Gulch

The next morning, Quinn decided to set off to the cliffs as early as possible. The sooner he found Lana, the sooner he could convince her to come back to Perdido Gulch. He was riding on one of the only strong horses left in Perdido Gulch. There were only about a dozen horses that hadn't been eaten. Only a few of them weren't too frail to ride, and one of those horses now ran wild in the desert because of those good for nothing outlaws, Caine and Penny.

It only took Quinn about an hour to get to Lana's cliffs. When he first got there, Quinn didn't see Lana. He did see Patrick running around near the base of the cliff and Caine sleeping on the ground wrapped up in coyote skin blanket. Had Caine and Lana made up at the end of their gunfight? No, the idea of Caine and Lana shaking hands and writing up some sort of peace treaty was laughable.

There was no time to think about silly things like that, Lana was missing. Quinn looked all around until he saw the outline of a person lying down on a shelf of rock in the side of the cliff face.

"Hey! Lana!" Quinn called in his normal speaking voice.

There was no response.

"Lana! You up?" Quinn shouted.

Still nothing.

"LANA!" Quinn screamed.

Lana stirred and shouted, "You're such an idiot!"

"What!? No good morning!?" Quinn teased loudly.

"All of your hollering is gonna wake up Caine!"

"No! All of YOUR hollering is going to wake up Caine!"

"No," Caine replied suavely. Quinn turned around. A very unkempt Caine was standing behind him, palms aimed directly at Quinn, "It was actually your shouting. You don't need to worry, though. Your little lady's hollering was a big part of it too."

"WHAT DID HE JUST CALL ME!?" Lana shouted, seething with rage.

"He just called you little lady!" Quinn yelled back, "Why does that get you so mad anyway?"

"ROCK!" Lana warned Quinn.

"Rock?" Quinn asked at the top of his lungs, "That doesn't make any sense!"

Then, it hit him.