Henry Standing Bear showed up to Jacob Nighthorse's home. He threw his green truck into neutral and killed the engine. Nighthorse was outside already. Hopping out of the cab, he strolled over to wear Nighthorse was standing.

"Hello, Nighthorse."

"Hello, Henry. What brings you here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Cady Longmire," Henry stated.

Nighthorse crossed his arms and tilted his head curiously. "You've got my attention."

"It has come to my attention that you and my goddaughter have been spending more time together."

Nighthorse waited for Henry to continue with a question of some sort. When he didn't, Nighthorse responded smoothly. "Yes. We are working together on a case for the casino."

"I would hate to see her mixed up in something that would not be good for her." Henry put his hands on his hips.

"I'd appreciate it if you just came out and said what you mean to say," Nighthorse said with an annoyed tone.

"I understand you are in some legal trouble with Johnny White Deer. Word travels fast on the res. I also understand that you are involving Cady. If you are using her to take the blows that would otherwise be aimed at you, there will be severe repercussions."

Nighthorse pressed his lips into a thin line. He shook his head. "I expect this sort of thing from Walt, but from you Henry… you must be spending too much time with the sheriff."

"You are avoiding what I said."

Nighthorse sighed. "I care about Cady. I wouldn't put her in danger."

Henry raised his eyebrows. "You bring up my next point. At the fundraiser it seemed you cared for Cady quite a lot. Particularly in your office. It appears that your intentions are not exactly employer-employee appropriate. I hope for your own sake you have not crossed any lines."

"Man. It just keeps on getting better. Wow. For the record, Cady is an adult and can do what she wants with who she wants. And I never put a hand on her."

"She is bright, smart, beautiful, and has an incredible heart. If you do care for her, then stay away from her. She is too good to get mixed up with you."

"Ouch, Standing Bear. You really know how to wound a guy," he said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean. By mistake or design, your lifestyle is dangerous. In fact, you have required security detail on multiple occasions and still do. I do not think it would be in her best interests to be involved with you."

"Anything else?" Jacob said dryly.

Henry crossed his arms. "That is all."

Nighthorse only acknowledged his comment with a cold stare and walked back inside, leaving Henry standing in his driveway.

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Cady was in her office nervously cleaning. Her hands held a broom that rhythmically swept the dirt from the floor into a small pile. This was the only thing that would help for now because her mind was running a mile a minute. She bent over to hold the dustpan and swept the pile in.

Today the police from both departments were coming over to her office. A surveillance system was being installed so that in the case the vandalizers came back, they might be able to identify them and arrest them.

This also meant she and her dad would have to be together in her work office. Considering that he hated her job and would rather she quit altogether, she just prayed things went smoothly. Part of her hoped that with his deputies and Mathias there he might have enough witnesses to just be civil.

She dumped the dustpan into the trash and sighed heavily. Next, she got a wet cloth and began dusting. Anything to keep her mind occupied. She dusted the mantle that her rifle, the gift from Nighthorse, hung above. Reaching up, she touched the eagle's feather hanging from the barrel. Mental images of the night J.P. Wright entered her office and tried to kill her and Asha flooded her mind. She imagined the blood fresh in her mind as if it was yesterday. That day would always haunt her.

The next mental images she saw were of herself cowering in the bathroom, clutching the rifle for dear life and hoping she wouldn't have to use it again. She was so thankful the footsteps under the door were only Jacob and not someone who wanted to hurt her.

Her dad saw all of this as evidence that she should quit, that this job was too dangerous. But Cady saw this is as evidence to the contrary, evidence that she couldn't give up on the people who had to live their lives in fear of what she had seen. After J.P. was shot, Henry told her she showed herself to be a true Cheyenne warrior. And Cady felt like one now. No matter what happened, Cady resolved that she wouldn't stop fighting to improve their lives until the day they no longer needed her.

A knock at the door sounded. She turned around to see her dad peering in through the glass. He waved and opened the office door, stepping in.

"Hey, punk."

"Hey, dad." She smiled, happy to see her dad despite their disagreements. "Is everyone else here or did you get here early?"

"Zach is by the truck getting the equipment out and Mathias should be here any minute to hook up the feeds to our computers. I figured I'd uh – I'd let him deal with the computer stuff."

Cady laughed at her father's complete aversion to technology. "I'm sure Mathias and I will be able to figure it out."

At this point Zach walked in with arms full of equipment. "What, no table to set this on?"

"Not yet, I'm still… decorating. Go ahead and set it up on the floor," she chuckled.

Zach laid the equipment down and starting separating the various screws, mounts, cameras, and wires. "I feel like a kid putting his Legos together on the living room floor," he muttered.

Cady rolled her eyes at him good-naturedly. Mathias showed up next.

"Alright, while Zach and my dad put up the cameras I guess our job is setting up the video feeds."

Mathias nodded. "Just point me to the computer and we'll get started." She and Mathias sat down at her desk and began working. It didn't take long, maybe only half an hour for things to be functional on their end.

Mathias walked out to the porch, Cady following to see how the progress was going. "Zach. Give me your phone."

Zach looked down from his ladder, then back up as he drilled in the last screw on the camera mount. "You know, usually that's Walt's line," he said distractedly.

Mathias rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Not to use it. So I can get you the video feed on your phone. Aren't you in charge of the security on this property now?"

Zach pulled his phone out of his back pocket and dropped it down to Mathias. "Thanks. I'll have it back in a few." Mathias walked back into the house and into her office.

"Dad?" Cady asked.

"Yeah, punk?"

She cleared her throat. "Did I just hear him wrong, or is Zach 'in charge of security on this property'?"

"Nope. You heard right. He'll be here during business hours too," he said as he began stepping down his ladder. "There, we should now have a 360-degree view of what goes on around your office." He put his hands on his hips and admired their work.

"You're getting a little off topic here. Why didn't anyone ask me about this?" Cady questioned incredulously.

"We figured you understood that this was the plan."

"I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need to be babysat."

Walt turned to Cady. "This isn't another J.P. Wright we're dealing with. These are real criminals who are out to hurt you. If you'd just quit we wouldn't need to be doing any of this and you wouldn't be in harm's way. So please, if you won't listen to me, then at least let me protect you."

She shook her head in frustration. "So what does that make J.P.? A 'fake' criminal? A girl scout?"

Her dad stared down at her, trying to find the right words. Mathias handed Zach's phone back, who was clearly trying to pretend he wasn't paying attention to Walt and Cady's argument.

"Alright, my work here is done. You know where to reach me if you need me," Mathias said.

"Thank you, Mathias," Cady said. She waved her goodbye as Mathias left.

Zach chimed in, "I'm all finished too. I'll wait for you in the truck, Walt."

Cady turned and walked back into her office. She heard her dad's boots and knew he was following her.

"I don't want to argue with you, Cady… I really don't. But I just have to get my two cents in."

She leaned against the wall. "Alright. I'll hear your two cents."

"Mathias and Henry have both noticed that you… and Nighthorse… seem to be getting, err, closer." His face showed how uncomfortable he was with this conversation. "Now, I know that no person is flawless… I'm not without flaws myself, I do know that. But punk, a flaw of yours is that you can't see Nighthorse for who he really is. He's putting you in harm's way time and time again. How many times will you need to use that rifle to defend yourself?" he said, gesturing to the mounted rifle. "Will it even be the last time this week?"

"Dad. He hasn't done anything wrong. He isn't putting me in harm's way. I choose to be here. I want to be here. The only thing Nighthorse did was fire an employee who was stealing from him. How in the world does that make him the bad guy here?"

One hand brushed his chin, the other was on his hip. "You can't really expect me to believe he wasn't in on that. I have no doubt in mind that he was in on it, taking extra cash on the side and then firing the employees involved to cover his own ass. Keep 'em quiet. Except this time, it blew up in his face and now he's using you as a shield to look innocent."

She threw her hands up in exasperation. "Of course! Of course, it comes back to this. My god, dad, is there nothing you won't accuse him of?"

"Think about it. He has to be the unluckiest son of a bitch alive if these many coincidences have painted him to look guilty. They're not just coincidences. He's guilty, I know it," Walt exclaimed. Cady just shook her head.

"You're right. They're not just coincidences. It's just you seeing what you want to see."

Walt remained silent, clearly seeing the conversation was getting them nowhere. He sighed and adjusted his hat.

"I'll try to help you find the guy who vandalized your office. Just don't be surprised if the evidence leads back to Nighthorse. I'm just warning you who it is you're dealing with so you aren't taken off guard when I'm right."

Cady pursed her lips, at a loss for words. She couldn't have this conversation anymore. Hinting to her dad that it was best if he left was all she could manage. "Good night, dad," she said deadpanned. Walt stepped forward and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Good night, punk."

He left and the headlights moved across the walls of her office, blinding her briefly.