Disclaimer: I do not own Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha and its characters, nor do I own this plot since it's directly based on Radclyffe's story of the same title. I just love the story so much and the characters had an uncanny similarity with NanoFate that I had to share this awesome story .. Apologies if I offend anyone.

Chapter 7

Nanoha was at the auction as early as she could manage the next morning, having recruited Chrono to carry her camera and equipment once again. This time she chose a spot that wasn't directly in the path of careening livestock. Women from town had set up tables under a grove of trees just beyond the stockyards and were providing refreshments and sandwiches for the hordes of men congregating in front of the stands. Children raced about while worried mothers followed frantically behind them. And the cowboys kept coming, driving herds into town day and night. The numbers of men in town had swelled during the night, and the sound of boisterous revelry had filled the streets well after midnight. Nanoha had lain awake for hours, listening to the echoes of laughter on the night air, thinking about her day. She could never recall a time that she had enjoyed more. She could have talked with Fate for hours, and she so wanted the chance to see her again. When she announced at breakfast that she was planning on returning to the auction later that morning, Nanoha's mother objected.

"What could possibly interest you in that place?" Momoko asked in exasperation. "Dirt and animals and rough men!"

"Everything!" Nanoha had replied. "There is so much to see, and so many things to learn."

"And what about your plans to help Lindy with the spinning today?" Momoko queried, thinking that this at least was a useful skill. Despite the fact that the dry goods store stocked sewing material and even some apparel brought by wagon from the east, it was clear that some clothing and household linens were going to need to be fashioned by hand.

"I'm going to the Harlaown's as soon as the breakfast dishes are finished," Nanoha affirmed, knowing that there were things she must learn that she had never dreamed of needing to do before. Most of the time she welcomed the opportunity to spend time with Lindy and some of the other women, but her heart wasn't in it today. Not when a mile away the streets teemed with excitement.

"Roundup only comes once a year, Momoko," Shiro had offered, seeing the disappointment in Nanoha's face. He was as distracted by all the goings on as his daughter, but he at least had the excuse of gathering information for the paper to explain his attendance at the events.

"I'm sure that Mrs. Harlaown won't mind Nanoha's absence for a few days. I'll walk Nanoha over there myself and explain."

Lindy had more than understood. She had been packing lunches when Shiro and Nanoha arrived, explaining that she had volunteered to watch one of the food tables. When Nanoha promised to help her later that day, Lindy had shooed her off with Chrono in tow, saying, "You go on then. I'm 'most done here, and I've seen plenty of roundups. I don't mind missing a few hours of this one."

So by late morning Nanoha was eagerly searching the crowds for a sign of Fate. She was beginning to despair as she wended her way through throngs of men, down one dusty aisle after another, corral after corral of animals that all looked alike surrounding her on every side. The cowboys looked all of a kind, too. Broad-brimmed hats, vests over faded cotton shirts, dusty levis and the ever-present leather chaps. Most had smudges of trail dirt on their faces, too, rendering them nearly interchangeable. Until Nanoha saw her.

Then Nanoha wondered how she had ever mistaken her for one of the cowboys just a few weeks before. Fate stood talking with a burly fellow, her face in profile to Nanoha. Even with the brim of her hat tipped down, throwing shadows over her eyes, Fate's subtle grace was apparent. She was lean and taut, much like some of the younger men, but the gentle arch of her neck and the elegant curve of her jaw were inherently beautiful in a way that even the handsomest youth was not. Fate loosely clasped her gun belt in a pose Nanoha recognized, and Nanoha studied Fate's hands, fixing on the long, slender fingers. She remembered the careful way Fate had held her hand the previous afternoon in the hotel and her heart tripped a beat, her stomach making a sudden turn at the same time. Nanoha caught her breath, feeling suddenly, unaccountably, warm.

At that moment, Fate turned and looked her way. Fate smiled, and Nanoha smiled back, wondering at the rush of happiness that winged to her on that glorious smile. Fate said something to the man she was with and hurried to Nanoha's side.

"Why, Nanoha! I didn't expect to see you here again today." She surveyed the nearby crowd. "Are you alone?"

"Chrono walked me down," Nanoha replied. "He's off with one of the wranglers just now."

Fate grinned. "That boy has a real itch to be a cowboy. His father has something different in mind for him, I'll wager."

"Didn't yours?" Nanoha asked as they began to walk back towards the main arena where the auctioning was about to begin.

Her own parents had allowed her far more leniency than many of her girlfriends had enjoyed, letting her pursue her interest in photography and history and literature and other subjects considered inappropriate for young women, but Nanoha couldn't imagine that Fate's parents approved of her working on the ranch. Even in this demanding place where women were forced by circumstance to labor in ways their eastern cousins would find unthinkable, Nanoha had quickly recognized that women did not, as a rule, determine their own destiny.

For a moment Fate looked puzzled. "Not that he ever said. Out here settlers' children always work the land in some way or another. The littlest ones carry water and feed the stock, and the older ones rope and ride or plow, whatever needs to be done."

"The girls, too?" Nanoha asked carefully, thinking of the newspaper accounts she had read of the suffragettes in Augusta who were speaking out for a woman's right to vote and even own property. It wasn't a popular concept. Her mother had declared that these gatherings were unseemly, and that no woman with any sense would want to take on the problems that went along with having that kind of say in things.

"Some things are best left to men," Momoko had said with a frown.

"Hello, Landy," Fate said to a man who spoke to them as they passed. "Well," she continued, "if there's work to be done, everybody does it. Boys cook, and men help with the wash if need be, and come harvest time every able body in the house, man, woman, or child, is in the field."

"And shooting game and herding horses?" Nanoha persisted.

Fate grinned. "I've seen some women who were damn fine shots with a rifle. As to the riding, that's almost required if you're going to get anywhere further than town." She was suddenly serious. "My father taught me to be a rancher because I wanted to be. I don't remember much about my mother. She died of influenza when I was three. From the time I was small I wanted to be like my father. Zafira says I was riding before I could walk, and by the time I was eight I had my first rifle. I liked school well enough, but I'd rather have been tending the herd out on the range. My father made me stay in school until I was fifteen, which is longer than any of the girls usually go. I'm glad now that he did."

Nanoha listened to the wistful tone in Fate's voice and heard how much she missed her father. Nanoha ached for her loss, but she was struck, too, by Fate's simple certainty. Fate lived the life she loved. What an amazing thing. Nanoha walked along in silence, wondering why, until now, she had never thought to question her own life and the path that had been preordained for her.

They stopped by the fence surrounding the main show ring, and Fate leaned her back against the rail, studying Nanoha. Nanoha's dark eyes were distant, a touch of sadness clouding her usually animated features.

"What's bothering you, Nanoha?"

Nanoha blushed. "Nothing. I was just thinking how much I envied you."

Fate laughed, that deep melodious sound Nanoha found so lovely. "I doubt that you'd envy me after a night sleeping out in the cold, up some canyon with nothing for company but wolves and mountain goats!"

Nanoha laughed, too. "You'll have to take me some time so I can find out for myself." She hesitated, then went on boldly, "Would you? Take me up there sometime?"

"Nanoha," Fate said softly. "It's rough country but a few dozen miles from here. Beautiful, but heartless. It's hard even for those of us who have done it all our lives." She hated the look of disappointment that flickered across Nanoha's face. "But I'd be happy to show you around the ranch. Not much to see but the bunkhouse and the cook cabin and a bunch of pens, but if you'd like..."

"Oh, I'd love that," Nanoha affirmed, "very much."

"Well, then, it's settled." Fate pulled a watch from her pocket and frowned. "I'd better get along, Nanoha. I've got business waiting on me."

"I promised I'd help Mrs. Harlaown, too," Nanoha admitted reluctantly. "Good luck with the auction. I'll be thinking of you."

Fate smiled, pleased. "Thank you, Nanoha."

"Goodbye, Fate," Nanoha said softly as she watched her walk away, thinking that the rest of the day could hold nothing as pleasant as these last few moments.

Nanoha had no chance to speak with Fate again, although she looked for her constantly. Once Nanoha spied her at the corral deep in conversation with another rancher; the next time, Fate was leading a horse around the pen while several men looked the animal over. Nanoha waved to her on several occasions when she could catch her eye, and Fate smiled back and tipped her hat. Most of the time Nanoha was too busy at the refreshment tables or with her photography to keep track of anyone. There was no photographer in the territory and people were constantly stopping to ask her questions. Many were skeptical that she could actually master such a complicated process, but that didn't stop them from asking if she could take their pictures. Nanoha found herself promising to take family shots for a number of neighbors after roundup ended. She had been working steadily much of the afternoon and finally stopped when the direct heat of the sun began to make her increasingly uncomfortable. She folded the camera's legs and dragged it over to one of the food stands nearby.

"You're going to take a stroke standing out there with that black cloth over your head," Lindy warned as Nanoha joined her. She handed a lemonade to Nanoha, who took the drink gratefully.

"You might be right," she gasped, chasing the dust from her throat with the tart drink. "I've never had a chance to take photographs like this before. I don't want to miss a thing."

Lindy nodded. "I remember feeling that way, too, when we first arrived. When I wasn't scared to death, anyhow."

"What was it like?" Nanoha asked.

Lindy smiled wistfully. "Clyde thought he would be a homesteader, but one season on that damn prairie cured him of that. The winds in the summer blow hot enough to parch every blessed thing, and then in the winter you freeze." She shook her head and moved the basket of food into a shadier spot on the table."That land out there will kill you quick if you don't have a special love for it. And if it don't love you."

Nanoha immediately thought of Fate, and the way she talked about her ranch, and nodded. "Some people belong to it, I imagine."

Lindy looked at her oddly, recalling Nanoha and Fate strolling about that morning. She had thought then that it was a strange friendship.

"Don't you be listening to the stories those damn cowboys tell. It ain't so pretty when you're hip deep in snow and starving. It's bad enough that Chrono's got stars in his eyes about wanting to be a wrangler! Don't you go getting ideas!"

"Oh, don't worry," Nanoha laughed. "I have no intention of becoming a cowboy!"

As to listening to the cowboy stories ... Nanoha thought she could listen forever if it was Fate telling the tale.

A/N: Sorry for the delayed update. I got too caught up with cooking burgers and entertaining friends at the beach that I got too tired and went straight to bed after a bath. The next chapter won't be as delayed as this and will be posted tomorrow.