Ten minutes later Angela found herself driving down one of the many highways in Dallas, on her way to the police department. Behind her sat Keaton, drawing in his sketchbook and next to her, her father who slept with his head against the window. Because of his tendencies to nap after physical therapy they always kept a pillow in the car just for him. It hurt her so much to see her once strong father, so weak. And yet he did manage to fend for himself when that guy came at him. Her father will be back to normal, it'll just take some time.

Keaton closed his sketch pad then leaned forward to get a look at her dad. "He's in pain."

She glanced at the clock to see it wasn't quite the time to take his medication. Then she suddenly realized something and pulled into a nearby parking lot. This got Keaton to look at her rather curiously till she slowly reached behind her to grab her father's small bag. In this bag he kept all his medications needed for that day, including ointment and bandages for his leg. As she found his pain medication she opened it up and counted the pills.

"Mom was right, you're rather bull-headed dad." She gave Keaton the bag and began driving once again. "I'm going to get him something to eat so he can take the pain meds."

After she got some food at drive-through window she parked and got out of the car. She went over to the passenger side, slowly opened the door then knelt next to her father who was slowly waking up from his nap. He blinked numerous times before he moved his head away from the headrest. He rubbed his face as he slowly shifted his weight.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" His eyes showed Angela he was rather worried. "Why did you pull over? Somebody following us?"

"Dad, dad. Don't worry, the only thing that is wrong, is you not taking your medications." She took out the pills her father needed to take then handed him the fast food bag. "You need to eat with the medication. There's a bacon chicken sandwich in there with some fries."

Her dad opened the bag, took out the sandwich then unwrapped it. "Thanks." After he took a few bites he graciously smiled at Angela, slightly embarrassed. "You really didn't have to do this. I was going to take them as soon as I got home."

"And when would that have been?" Angela patted her dad's shoulder. "Hopefully it won't take to long at the department."

Later That Night

It was hard for Alex to sleep at night without her husband by her side and with him downstairs, she always worried about him. Unfortunately because of his back and his ankle he couldn't walk up stairs. It hurt her so much to see her once strong husband unable to move as freely as he use to. She knew he will regain full mobility back, however it was her impatience that made her worry more. Walker always bounced back from any injury he suffered rather quickly, it pained her to see him still in pain and suffering daily.

She laid in bed for several minutes before she finally got up to check on Walker. After she put on her robe she snuck down the stairs then slowly opened the door leading to the guest bedroom. As of late, Walker has been a rather sound sleeper all because of the pain medication he had to take before bed. On normal circumstances he would have woken up as soon as she opened the door to check up on him. Tonight, he just kept sleeping on his back with his good hand across his chest.

Very slowly she crept to his side then sat down on the bed next to him. He stirred slightly, his hand twitching on his chest and his head rolling slightly. She waited till he settled back down into a deep sleep to glance at the brace on his ankle. He had rested it on a pillow to relieve some of the strain the bars put on his leg. It made her happy to see he had wrapped his ankle up with gauze. He refused to get help from anybody and wanted to do most of the care himself. This irritated her, especially when he didn't take his pain medications.

"Sleep well, cowboy." She gently kissed him on the forehead and slowly got up. "See you in the morning."

Somewhere in Dallas

The news about Darrell Peters irritated Sam Groves so much he nearly broke his hand as he slammed it against the hotel room's wall. For the last month he had his friend spy on Walker's family, to look for the best opportunity to strike. But he was growing impatient and wanted to see that man dead.

He took a big swig of his longneck then made his way to the bed and violently threw the top mattress off. Here he could see a rifle with ammo laying on the box spring. He had bought this weapon along with several knifes a few months back. Now, it was time for him to use them.

"The Ranger will pay!" He shoved the sheathed knives into the waistband of his pants, grabbed the rifle and ammo then threw everything into a large duffel bag. "Should get him when he's weak, he'll be easier to take down!"

After he chugged down the rest of his beer he stormed out of the room and to his old four door sedan. Here he threw the bag onto the passenger seat as he climbed into the driver's. He only has had four beers so he should be able to drive to the Ranger's house without much problems. Let's just hope he doesn't get pulled over.

Walker's Residence

Outside in an unmarked SUV outside the Walker's house sat two Texas Rangers; Leroy McCoy and Hudson Alistair. Both were assigned to watch over the family after a close call with Darrell Peters earlier in the day. So far, nothing has happened. It may take several days of surveillance till they finally caught the main suspect, Sam Groves.

McCoy yawned as he leaned against the passenger side door, a cup of mildly warm coffee in his hands. "You know, Walker lives here. Why are we watching over a man that's able to handle himself. Hell, when Peters tried to attack him earlier today, even in a freaking wheelchair, Walker was able to take him down just enough for the police to arrest him." He shook his head. "I think this is wasting our time."

"Something tells me that what happened today was just the tip of a rather big iceberg." Alistair sighed heavily as he sipped at a bottle of water. "We'll see Groves driving up from where we are. And if not, I told them to flicker the lights in a certain pattern if there is any trouble."

"Do you think there'll be any trouble?" McCoy asked as he stared at the white house. "Do you really think Groves will come here?"

"He went after Walker in his pick-up, which means the man has no fear." Alistair sighed heavily as he checked his watch. "Just a few more hours and we get to switch off with another team." He leaned his head back against the seat's headrest. "It's going to be a long night."

A slight noise startled Walker enough to get his mind in a semi-conscious state. As one part of his brain attempted to fall back into a deep sleep, another seemed to sense something against his neck. The latter part won over and Walker quickly snapped awake to see a bearded man standing over him, his right hand holding a knife against Walker's neck.

"It's time to wake up, Walker." Groves grinned in the darkness, his yellowed teeth shining as though they were pearly white. "Time to play!" He pulled the knife away then motioned for Walker to sit up. "Get in your wheelchair now!"

"Why are you doing this, Sam?" Walker slowly began to sit up, the back brace making it difficult for him to move any faster. This, he could tell irritated Groves and he could see the man grimacing in frustration. "They're watching the house."

Groves rubbed his face then took hold of the brace strap on Walker's shoulder. He yanked at it several times till Walker was finally sitting up against the bed's headboard. After that he grabbed the wheelchair, unfolded it then cursed rather violently.

"You don't have handles on this thing!" He began to pace the room. "Just get in it!"

It took Walker several minutes to get standing and when he did he nearly fell to the ground. His legs were asleep once again, but that didn't help with the pain in his ankle which throbbed with each beat of his heart. He was pushed hard into the wheelchair which got a laugh from Groves. It rolled backwards till it ran into the nightstand which jarred Walker's back enough to make him wince. A fire like pain ran up his left leg as it fell against the chair's footrest.

He heard footsteps running towards the room and knew it had to be Alex who has become a rather light sleeper as of late. Groves turned towards the door, an evil smile on his face.

"No, don't do anything to them!" Walker tried to get up, but the pain in his ankle proved to be too much even for him. "Alex, don't come in here! Flicker the lights!"

Outside in the SUV Alistair turned his attention away from the house to start studying the road. This has definitely turned into a really boring night, unfortunately it was just beginning. He sipped at his water again while McCoy took a sip of his coffee.

"Alistair! Call it in! We have a situation!" McCoy slammed his door open, his right hand going to the weapon on his hip. "How did this happen!"

"Wait!" Alistair cursed at his young partner. "Don't go barging in there!"

McCoy ran across the vast yard till he reached the front porch where he slowed his pace so he wouldn't make noise. He leaned against the siding by the front door as he waited for Alistair. The older Ranger finally made his way across the lawn to stand by McCoy on the porch. They could hear a man yelling inside the house and both knew it had to be Sam Groves.

"Texas Rangers!" Shouted Alistair as he moved in front of McCoy on the other side of the door. "We have this place surrounded! Come on out with your hands up!"

Inside the house, Walker sat in his wheelchair, his hands crudely tied to the wheels. In front of him sat Angela and Keaton, both with their knees drawn up to their chest. Next to him in a rocking chair sat Alex who was dressed in her robe. All of them were scared, even he was a little edgy. Keaton's father was drunk and Walker knew for a fact that was when Groves got more violent. What did this man plan on doing to his family?

He pulled at the rope which dug into his wrists. "Leave them alone! They have done nothing wrong!" Groves rushed up to Walker who was powerless to stop the knife as it plunged deep into his chest. He gritted his teeth as the blade nicked one of his ribs and possibly went into his lung. "The Texas Rangers are out there right now…"

Groves violently pulled the knife out of Walker's chest then plunged it back in. "You will die a slow, painful death in front of your family. Now, you see why I had you take off that stupid brace!" He twisted the knife which got a grimace from Walker. "Makes it easier to kill you!"

"Dad!" Angela stood up and began to move towards him, but was stopped by Keaton. "Leave him alone! Can't you see he's already hurt!"

She began to cry which tore at Walker's heart. "Angie, don't cry." He grimaced as Groves pulled the knife out of his chest. "I'm okay." Unfortunately his breathing began to get slightly labored as a sharp pain radiated from the first stab wound. Groves slammed his fist several times into Walker's face before he went back to the front door. "Just sit down, Angie. Everything's going to be okay. Hang on, help is just outside."

Keaton could see the blood coming out of Walker's chest and noticed the first stab wound seemed to bubble. Did that mean it hit a lung? Quickly he got up, went to Walker and began to untie his arms from the wheels. Behind him he could hear his father cursing and yelling at the Rangers just outside the door. Good, that should keep him occupied for awhile.

Once Walker's right arm was free he started to help Keaton with his left. "Take Alex and Angela and escape through the backdoor." When the young man didn't move he shook his head. "Do it, now. Don't worry about me, I'm the one he wants."

"Right, right." Keaton shook his head at Walker. "So sorry this happened."

Sam spun around as he heard Keaton talking to that Ranger about an escape. This made his anger escalade to the point that he stormed after his son and tackled him to the ground. As he did this he could see Angela and Alex running through the kitchen to the back door. Oh well, he didn't need them anyway.

Keaton struggled to get away from him, clawing at the hardwood floor with his hands as he tried to get his body out from under his father's. "Be a man! This is what happens in the real world!" Sam slammed his fist into his son's lower back, directly onto one of his kidney's. This got a yelp from the young man as he quickly went limp. "You're my son! Not his!"

"Leave him alone!" Walker shouted from behind. "He's done nothing to you!"

Sam turned to see the weaker man desperately trying to get onto his feet. He punched his son once more then quickly got up to go to Walker. Once he was in front of the ex-Ranger he could see the man had paled considerably in the last thirty minutes and he could see that one of the stab wounds wasn't bleeding anymore.

With one quick motion he yanked the man out of the wheelchair and onto the floor. Keaton who had recovered from the punches went to Walker's side, tears in his eyes. To see this got Sam so furious he reeled his leg back and slammed his steeled toed boot into Walker's spine. This got an inhuman scream from the Ranger as he began to cry.

The scream made McCoy's heart race and he knew they had to get in there soon before anything else happened. He turned to the SWAT team to see they too were ready to break down the door. His hands began to flex around the handle as he waited for his time to bust in. His nerves ran wild through his body which made his heart pound against his chest.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" Shouted the team leader. "Rangers! Follow in after us!"

A man with a handheld battering ram stepped forward, aimed it at the handle then swung back. As he did this the team behind him raised their weapons and lowered their face shields. The man brought the ram forward with all his body weight and slammed it against the wood which shattered in pieces upon impact.

"GO! GO! GO!" Shouted the team leader as he weaved his way into the house. "FREEZE! Drop the weapons now!"