Ok, so I felt bad about making you guys wait forever for the last chapter, so I decided to start this one. It might switch views a bit, like the last one, but I'll separate it with a line, so you won't get too confused.

Chapter 3

The girl before him flinched in surprise, before turning to face him. Vaughn's face completely drained of color when his amethysts made contact with her sapphires. Her eyes widened a bit and a hint of red flushed across her cheeks.

"Hi. I'm Chelsea, the local rancher." She extended a hand to the shell shocked man before her.

Vaughn made no sound, his heart pounding harder, his breathing becoming ragged. A loud clatter was heard, however it did not bring him back to his senses to realize that he had dropped the can and bottle. Chelsea looked at him with concern plastered on her face.

"Is something wrong?" She asked him, moving closer to him.

Vaughn began to back away as she came forward, stammering on his words. "I-it's not…it's not possible…"

"Vaughn, honey, what's wrong?"

Vaughn quickly turned around to face his aunt. His emotions became a swirling tornado mess as he struggled to try and wake up from this unfortunate reality.

"Get 'er outta here!" He growled before stomping off to his room, slamming the door behind him.

The sound of Rosalie's cry was the only noise that was heard, as the two stood there in absolute shock.

"What's all of the commotion?" Julia asked, walking into the room after finishing with the animals.

She looked to Chelsea, who had a few tears welling up in her eyes.

"Chelsea, are you alright?" Noticing the glistening in the girl's Sapphire eyes.

Chelsea blinked as an attempt to rid herself of her tears.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just going."

She ran out of the shop, hearing Mirabelle call her name, before her will power gave into more tears.

"Momma, what happened? Did Vaughn say something to her?" Julia asked her mother.

"I-I honestly don't know what happened…" Mirabelle started, still dumbfounded from the scene that had played moments before.

Coming back to her senses, she spoke again. "You go tend to Chelsea. I'll deal with Vaughn."

Julia nodded before heading out the door, after her friend.

Mirabelle turned her attention to the crying baby. Picking up the bottle and can, she entered the kitchen to make the baby's formula.

'I'll give him a few minutes to cool off.' She thought to herself.

Vaughn paced around the small space of his room as he tried to calm his nerves. However, it proved to be ineffective. With each passing second, his heart began to race faster as he replayed the scene over and over in his mind.

"I-impossible…" he softly spoke to himself.

Chelsea's face flashed through his mind. The image of her big, blue eyes, her kind expression, and her chestnut brown hair…

"She looks exactly like her" he spoke once again.

Walking over to the left side of his bed, Vaughn leaned himself up against the wall. After taking in a deep breath, he slid down against the wall until he was sitting on the floor. He took his hat off and mindlessly began to play with its' rim, something he did when in deep thought.

Suddenly, the door to the room creaked open. Vaughn looked up and saw Mirabelle holding the baby in one arm, while the other held the bottle that fed her. She slowly walked over to the side the young cowboy was on, and sat on the bed. Letting out a sigh, she began to talk to him.

"Vaughn, honey. I-I don't know what went on back there, and quite frankly, I wanna know." Her voice was soft, filled with concern and great passion.

Vaughn ran a hand through his silver hair and sighed.

"She looks just like her, Aunt Mura-belle." He said to her, staring at the wooden floor before him.

"Who, honey?" She asked him, unclear of what he meant.

"Her hair, her eyes, her face, her voice…even her damn smile. She looks just like her, Aunt Mura-belle!" He raised his voice as he became angry.

Mirabelle's eyes became wide as realization struck her. She had never really seen Vaughn's wife before, except for in pictures and of course, when she was laid out in the casket. It did not dawn on her until now that Chelsea was almost an exact replica of the woman her nephew had lost.

"I'm sorry, Vaughn, I-I never realized it. But you can't be blamin' Chelsea for it! She can't help the way she looks."

He continued to stare at the ground before him, tracing the patterns in the wood with his eyes.

Mirabelle gave a light sigh before continuing, her words still as soft as when she started.

"Right now, she thinks she did something wrong to upset you… I'm not forcing you to apologize to her, but just know that she's had it rough, too."

The sound of the baby sucking the formula out of her bottle was the only thing heard after Mirabelle finished speaking.

Vaughn finally turned his gaze towards his aunt, his infamous, stoic expression once again plastered on his face. Although he heard and understood every word his aunt had spoken, the young cowboy had one thought in his mind.

'Avoid at all costs.'

"Chelsea?" Julia called as she slowly climbed up the ladder on the side of the rancher's beautiful house.

Her hard work during her first year of farming had paid off when she was able to upgrade her shabby, little house. Since she loved to spend time alone to let her mind wander free, Chelsea requested from Gannon that the roof of her house be made so she could go up and sit there safely.

Carefully walking across the roof, Julia found her friend sitting against her chimney. Although she had stopped crying, her eyes were still wet with tears and her face a bit red.

"Chelsea…I'm sorry about my cousin. He's…not really a people person."

"No, it's my fault, Julia. I was in the kitchen looking at the baby when he came in. I guess he thought I was a stranger who had bad intentions…" Chelsea spoke to her.

"No, Chelsea, it ain't your fault. He's just a big, old grouch." Julia joked, hoping to lighten her friends' mood.

Chelsea sighed and gave the blonde a small smile.

"You're a good friend, Jules." She said to her.

Julia smiled at her as well, glad that her friend was feeling a bit better.

"You know, it was weird…" Chelsea began, recalling the event that had occurred.

"His expression. It seemed like he was staring at a ghost or something."

Julia shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I'd tell you that I would ask him later, but he'd just tell me to mind my own business."

She gave a light chuckle after finishing her sentence. Chelsea smiled again as she stood up, stretching her limbs.

"Let's go to the Diner, I'm kind of hungry." She said to Julia.

The blonde nodded and stood up as well. On their way there, Chelsea kept one thought in her mind.

'I'm going to make every effort I can to befriend him.'

I know, it's short and cruddy, but bear with me. I'll try and update soon. Happy Halloween!