Part 9: Freeing The Heart

As the church doors opened, and then softly closed, a hush descended upon all that were gathered. Michaela and Sully entered the church with Noah firmly cradled in Michaela's arms.

Sully had at first fought with the wisdom of taking their weeks' old baby into a situation like this; however, both Michaela and Matthew had stated that it would be a good idea, for differing reasons. As far as Michaela was concerned there was no way she was going to be parted from this precious gift, a gift that so nearly didn't happen, because of the monster that was now just around the corner from her. Matthew on the other hand could see the legal ramifications of 'producing' Noah. It would make Custer look even more evil, if that were possible, when the Judge realised that Michaela was pregnant during her ordeal. Matthew really didn't like using his little baby brother like this, but as he had told his parents the night before, surely anything was worth trying, and the more ammunition they had the better.

When they had finally agreed that Noah would accompany them, Michaela almost broke down with relief. Sully realised that the fact that their beautiful, healthy baby was here, may actually do Michaela some good, as it would keep her focussed on something else apart from him, and Custer would be made to look like the complete animal that he was, or that was Sully's hope anyway.

However, as they prepared to enter the church itself, Sully wasn't so sure. Michaela was close to breaking, and she hadn't even seen Custer yet, and he was having difficulty keeping his temper in check. He had sworn to himself, and the boys this morning, that under no circumstances was Michaela to feel that what had happened was her fault. They had come so far since their time on the mountain, and Noah's birth. He was determined not to let her have too many setbacks during this ordeal. The boys agreed of course, and Brian suggested that it might be a good idea if the seating were arranged so that he sits at one end, and Rebecca sits at the other end of the pew, with perhaps Dorothy in the middle. They knew that Michaela would have to sit in the front, next to Matthew, however they wanted to look like the united family they were. They all hoped that when it came to the time for Michaela to give her testimony, as had been pre-arranged, the focus of so many loving faces would help her keep grounded, and they would be there for her afterwards. In addition to this, there was the knowledge that Noah would be safe with Rebecca or Dorothy but he would still be close enough to her to provide the visual connection.

Bringing his mind back to the present, he quickly looked at Michaela, who had paled significantly, and was tightening her hold on Noah. Knowing that delaying the inevitable wasn't going to help, as this trial had to start and soon, Sully simply drew her into a deep embrace and whispered in her ear, "You're safe…I ain't leaving ya." Heaving a sigh of relief in response, Michaela whispered, "I know…I know…I wouldn't have got here at all without you, and you know that. Just don't leave me…I can't do this without you; he'd win if that happened. I just want this over so I can try and move on." Softly kissing her forehead, Sully said, "I ain't going anywhere…I know ya tired, but it'll be over soon, then we'll go away, okay?" Sensing a nod as his reply, Sully brought his hand down to hold Michaela's, and they marched down the aisle, hand in hand, soul to soul, ready to see justice served, together.

After the preliminary duties had been carried out, the Judge read out the charges. Starting with, "The accused, General George Armstrong Custer is accused of acting outside the bounds of his orders, by coming back to Colorado Springs. Committing a felony by imprisoning and torturing an innocent member of the public, and leaving said member of the public to die." The Judge asked General Custer to stand, and then said, "How do you plead?" Custer stood without delay, despite the fact that he had been brought here without any warning, as he was visiting his troops north of the town. When he was at attention, he stated clearly and concisely, "I plead Not Guilty to all these preposterous charges." Having answered the question, he sat down feeling as smug as always. Unsurprisingly there was a large degree of noise from the audience, which the Judge had too calm down before things could progress.

With the Prosecution going first, it was up to Matthew to make his mark with the opening statement. He stood shakily, and took a deep breath before he began, "Ladies and Gentleman, not surprisingly my statement will be of the opposite nature to my colleague's, but this is the honest account. We will prove that not only was General Custer ordered by the President himself, not to set foot in Colorado Springs again. But that he disobeyed that order, and in doing so caused a series of events that left a member of this community fighting for their life. We will also aim to prove that this was not merely an accident of coincidences, but it was an actual calculated act of revenge. The Prosecution rests Your Honour."

Major Ortmund didn't delay in issuing his opening statement and simply said, "Ladies and Gentleman, Your Honour, and my esteemed colleague, we are gathered together here for no purpose whatsoever. We shall prove beyond all measures that there is absolutely no evidence to uphold these charges. The defence rests."

As the Judge nodded his understanding, he reminded both parties that this was a legal hearing, and therefore it must be treated with the utmost respect. He also accepted that background needed to be heard in order to fully understand the case at hand.

Michaela, if she was honest, had only half-heartedly listened to what Matthew had said, although she was of course naturally proud of what her son had achieved. She was nervous beyond anything she thought imaginable, and was beginning to feel decidedly unwell. Turning to give her baby son a kiss, as he sat on Rebecca's lap, gave her some degree of encouragement. She knew that this had to happen, and she just prayed for the strength to get through it. Sully on the other hand had listened intently with a mixture of pride and nerves as their son laid out their case. He knew that beside him Michaela was shaking, but there was nothing he could do to help her now, except give her the silent courage, which he had been doing continually since her revelation all those weeks ago.

What Matthew had just said had been discussed at length over the last few weeks, and he had ended up saying was more or less what was agreed on. They had also discussed the order of their arguments. While everyone knew that Michaela would be called first, as she was really their only candidate. Matthew had agreed that depending on how she was fairing would decide on if he would call Brian to lay the background of the infraction of Custer's orders, and in doing so give her a break. Brian didn't actually need to be called, to speak personally, as all of his findings were written down and documented in date order; however, he suspected that his brother would like to have a direct hand in putting this scum away.

However, before any of this could happen the case had to start, so whispering a quick, "It'll be okay…you're safe and I love ya" to his Ma, Matthew readied himself for what was to come.

The Judge called everyone to order and invited Matthew to begin. Glancing for a last time at his mother, Matthew stood and said, "The Prosecution calls Dr Michaela Quinn to the stand." The Judge ensured that she was properly sworn in, and had made herself suitably at ease, and then the questioning began in earnest.

Seeing Matthew stand before her now as her lawyer, Michaela began to feel more at ease, yes this was going to be difficult to put it mildly, but she knew that Matthew would start out steadily. Michaela smiled when he asked, "Tell me Dr Quinn, what would you say your relationship with the Indians is like?"

Michaela realised that as with everything in her life, honesty was going to be the best policy once again. So taking a steadying breath, and a sip of water that she really didn't need, she began, "Well I suppose it depends on which Indians you are referring to. However, for the purpose of this trial I shall assume that when you mention 'Indians' you are actually referring to the Cheyenne nation, not just the Dog Soldiers."

Noting the small grins that were scattered about the church, Sully couldn't help chuckling to himself as well, it appeared that even in her deepest moments of nerves and fear Michaela was still determined to shine through.

Michaela gave herself a small pat on the back as she detected that her point had been made, and then continued with her answer, "I had never seen any Indians before I came to Colorado Springs nearly ten years ago. At the beginning I was unsure. However, that changed when my son Brian ran away, the Cheyenne helped me find him." Pausing in her narration for a drink, struck by how far some people in the town had come in their toleration of the Cheyenne, and how far some had yet to travel. Custer was definitely in the latter group. However, now wasn't the time for these musings, so she continued, "The Cheyenne have been nothing but kind to my family and myself. I have learnt a tremendous amount by listening to their stories and teachings." Feeling that she had expanded enough, Michaela now decided to simply sum up what she had said, for the benefit of those that may have a problem with understanding her testimony, mentioning no names. So she turned to face him and said, in a voice that was stronger than she had felt, "In short, my relationship with the Cheyenne has been one made of trust and love; compassion and understanding. Until the accused caused this proud nation to be all but exterminated, I considered the Cheyenne among my closest friends."

Pleased that his question had been fully answered, Matthew thanked Dr Quinn, and addressed the bench with a simple, "No further questions," then he returned to his desk, in order to look at his notes. Now it was crunch time, and the Major made his first cross examination, "Dr Quinn, I thank you for your full and detailed answer to my colleague's question. However, I would just like to confirm something. You say that you felt that the Cheyenne were some of your closest friends. Can you say if this relationship was reciprocated, and if they ever had cause to doubt your loyalty to them or their cause?"

Although Michaela had a feeling as to what the Major was alluding too, she was still a little flustered to begin with, however, she quickly regained her stride and answered easily, "Yes I can confirm that the Cheyenne; Snowbird, Cloud Dancing and Black Kettle in particular, shared a close friendship with me. There were times over the years that my forthrightness could cause friction and discord; however, I feel that with certainty I can say that they never had cause to doubt my loyalty, it was simply the way certain things were handled that was the cause of the tension at times."

"Thank you Dr Quinn, is it possible for you to give the court an example of this discord?"

"Yes. There was a time that the Cheyenne, and my now husband, Sully, asked me to lie to the army. In the end I did not comply, this then brought about a turn of events that left me being held captive for three days, and the Cheyenne being held in town, with the probability of being hung. General Custer himself was overseeing this. While I could have changed my view of the Cheyenne, I did not. It was not the Cheyenne, as a tribe, who did what they did to me, but the fault lay with the Dog Soldiers. The Cheyenne could have changed how they treated me, but they did not. They realised that it was not my fault. I was following my heart, and they acknowledged that. There are several other examples if you require them, and I am sure that General Custer can concur with what I have described." With a surly, "Thank you Dr Quinn, I need no further evidence at this time" from the Major, he went back to his table and promptly sat down. A sign to Matthew that round one was over, and he felt that they had the upper hand, but he conceded that there was still a long way to go.

Matthew knew what it had taken for Michaela to even speak as she had, let alone mention the animal's name, however, he knew why she had done it, it was her way of saying 'you're not getting out of this…I remember.' Matthew hoped that He was now sufficiently ill at ease for this trial to move along quickly.

Matthew prepared himself for his next question, standing front and centre, beginning to feel more confident, he once again addressed Michaela by asking this time, "Dr Quinn, what would you say your relationship with General Custer and the Army has been like?"

Matthew could feel and see his Ma cringe when he had uttered His name, but he knew that this question would either make or break the case. He just prayed that the drilling that both he and Sully had given Michaela over the previous weeks would help now. They had to make Custer look like an incompetent and dishonourable soldier, and human being. On the face of it this wasn't that difficult to achieve, however, there were so many emotions tied up in this question, Matthew just hoped that his Ma would be able to put her 'Dr Mike' mask on long enough to answer. Returning his glance towards Michaela, Matthew sent her a silent message and nodded for her to begin when she was ready.

Michaela felt more nervous now than she had on her wedding day. The mere thought of the impact that her words could have, was almost enough to make her physically sick. Having heard the question, she glanced at Matthew and Sully, Michaela could feel her palms sweat, and her hands shake. She knew only too well how important keeping her control would be in the next few minutes. She just simply couldn't allow the emotion of what she truly felt for this repulsive creature to come through, not if they stood a chance at beating him. So taking a deep breath to steady herself Michaela began, "Well Mr Cooper let me see…my first direct dealing with General Custer was when he held Cloud Dancing prisoner, wrongfully I'll add. The treatment that this gentle man had to endure was worse than a rabid dog would be put through. Chained to the wall; beaten, and given no water. All in General Custer's direct authority, yet he did nothing.

The next time that I had to be on the receiving end of another debacle, was during the example I gave earlier. Then again there was the constant food shortage at the reservation. All of which were under his direct control, as General in Charge of the Colorado territory. Yet he did nothing."

Pausing before she mentioned the last most pain-filled memory, just to make sure that it was the right thing to do; Michaela had to fight the bile that was rapidly rising in her throat.

Matthew had been listening intently, with such a growing pride and love that it was in danger of suffocating him. He knew what was likely to come next, and he reached for the reassuring hand of his father. Each sent a subtle nod and waited for Michaela to resume.

Reaching for a drink, with a visibly shaky hand, Michaela finished up quickly, "Then there was of course the massacre. The needless slaughtering of old men, women, and children. Once again this was directly within his power and authority, but he did nothing. When I heard that General Custer was to be given a reprimand for what he had done at the Washita, and was banned from ever coming back to Colorado Springs, I, along with my family, finally began to feel that the higher authorities had listened. However, that was obviously a flaw in my trusting generous nature, as he now sits before us, having broken the order that was given directly to him by the President."

Taking the opportunity as it came, the Major stood and quickly asked, "But surely Dr Quinn, all of these misdemeanours have occurred in the past, and now General Custer is a much revered soldier and a decorated General. Can you actually prove that he has committed this act? What makes you believe that he has done more than simply go against an order that was issued by the President?"

Taking a deep breath Michaela replied, "Major, the President is the Commanding Chief of the Army is he not?" When Michaela achieved a nod as her answer she continued, "Therefore, surely when our very own CC and President gives one of his own soldiers an order, they should obey it without question. Major, I believe that we can not only prove that General Custer disobeyed that order, but he went beyond that and took his own steps to ensure that so called trouble makers wouldn't cause him any further issues."

The Judge had been listening to what had been said, and decided that it looked like at least one of the charges could be sorted out more quickly than he initially thought. Therefore, he cut the Major off and asked, "Can you produce this evidence now Mr Cooper?"

With a nod of his head, Matthew retrieved Brian's folder and handed it to the Judge, then stepped back and allowed him the time he needed to digest the information. This in turn gave both Matthew and Michaela time to collect themselves.

When the Judge looked up, it seemed that he had made a decision, and it also appeared that he wanted to move this trial on, as much as the Sully family did. So he invited General Custer to stand, and asked the Major and Matthew to remain where they were. Addressing General Custer directly the Judge started, "General George Armstrong Custer, you are here before us charged with several offences, the first of which I feel fit to now rule on. It appears from this vast, detailed, file of Mr Cooper, that what both he and Dr Quinn have said is correct. It clearly states here, 'that the President ordered you to never set foot in Colorado Springs, after the debacle of Washita.' By coming back here, for a reason that is yet to be proven, you disobeyed a direct order from your Commander. There is no excuse for this, no matter what your motives." As the judge paused, he looked directly at Major Ortmund, pre-empting his objection and said, "Yes Major Ortmund, I would be happy for you to see the evidence. Now General Custer I will ask you one time, and one time only, how do you plead?"

All in the church turned to stare at him and waited. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke, "Sir, I see no other alternative as the evidence, on this matter, seems to be clear, I plead guilty."

Nodding in response, the Judge paused then continued, "As the other charges are yet to be heard and proved, I will sentence each as it comes. Therefore I charge you with Direct Disobedience, and sentence you to a demotion of 2 grades, leading you now and henceforth to be called Major General Custer. In addition you will have your pay docked for a period of 2 weeks. These rulings are final and will not under any circumstance be considered appealable. Do I make myself clear?"

When silence filled the church, the Judge got his answer, and turned to both counsels and said, looking at his watch, "We'll recess for lunch, and continue in an hour's time."

With that, Custer was taken back into custody, and returned to the jail, and a massive hubbub was heard as everyone talked at once. However all Sully was thinking was 'I need to see 'Chaela'. He immediately went to her, enveloping her in a firm embrace, as he helped her down from the stand and into the welcoming arms of her family.

Knowing that all of them needed privacy, and the time to digest and talk about what had just happened, Rebecca suggested that they all go over to the clinic. With every head nodding, Matthew and Sully, with Michaela between them, exited the church via the back entrance, followed closely by the rest of the family group. As soon as they were safely ensconced in the clinic, Michaela eagerly reached for Noah and disappeared upstairs. She was immediately followed by Sully, who knew that Michaela may require help with the nursing. It wasn't that she couldn't manage on her own, far from it, Sully just simply wanted to offer any and all reassurance he could when time presented him with opportunities such as these.

With that the door to the upstairs shut, and Matthew automatically pulled Brian into a manly, but loving embrace, saying quietly, "Well done little brother, I know ya wanted ta speak out, but ya did it. You got the right stuff written down, and that's what swung it. Now we just gotta get him fer everything else."

Looking embarrassed Brian said, "Thanks Matthew, I'm pleased I helped some. Ma's gonna need us. How ya gonna play it?"

Matthew knew that this was going to have to be discussed over the lunch recess, but to be honest he didn't know how to begin. Now the first issue had been finished, he wasn't sure if he could back track, in order to establish a pattern of the hatred that Custer held against his parents, and in particular Michaela.

Sensing that he needed to follow on from the previous question, Matthew decided that the abduction was going to have to be handled gently, and he suspected one section at a time was going to be best. Therefore, he informed the rest of the group that when the trial restarted he was going to ask, "When was the last time you saw General Custer? In doing this I hope that it will be a lead into the whole abduction area. What does everyone think?" Not having heard the door open, no one had seen Sully nor Michaela enter, but when they heard a strong voice say, "That's fine son but ya gotta go careful, but ya know that right?" Of course Matthew knew that, and Sully accepted that, but he felt obliged to remind Matthew about the serious content of what was to come. With a subtle nod, Matthew replied, "I know Pa, Ma. I'll take it slow, but ya got ta tell me when ya wanna have a break. And ya got ta be strong when Ortmund gets his go. Okay?" Michaela knew that there really wasn't anything that could be done to avoid the next part of the case; after all it was about her. Nodding her assent, and reaching for Sully's hand, they all quickly embraced as a family unit, before sitting down to eat the lunch that Grace had snuck in earlier.

It seemed to Michaela that lunch time had disappeared far too quickly. She knew that it was just a matter of her nerves and state of mind, but she really felt that if at all possible, she would be quite happy disappearing. She couldn't help feeling a little out of place, as she looked at everyone gathered in her examination room. She had never enjoyed being the centre of attention, and that was precisely what she was at this moment in time. Needing reassurance from the only person who could give it, Michaela turned into Sully's embrace, and just stayed there silently, as she listened to the plans that were made before her.

Sully could tell that the more they discussed the plan of action, the less Michaela seemed to be listening. Needing to reach her before the trial restarted, Sully said quietly, "Ya Ma and I are just gonna go fer a quick walk, won't be long, okay?" All gathered could understand the unsaid request, so they all nodded and said that they'd see Sully and Michaela back inside the church, just before the second half began.

Grateful for her husband's perceptiveness, Michaela just whispered to him, "Thank you. Where are we going?" Simply leaning down to kiss her hair, Sully just said, "Only as far as the bridge, okay?" When he received a nod in response, he tightened his hold on her and they walked away from the hubbub, and over to the bridge, hoping for some time alone before their world came crashing down yet again.

Finding a dryish patch of grass, Sully spread his coat on it, and then encouraged Michaela to sit, and take a breather. Taking Sully's hand in hers, Michaela looked into those eyes that just couldn't lie to her, and said, trembling continually as she spoke, "Sully, I'm so scared…I don't know if I can do it. What if we don't win…I know that he'll come after me." Sully had a feeling this was coming, but he also knew that there would be no point in simply giving Michaela platitudes by way of calming her. No, she deserved and needed him to be honest, and so he spoke from the heart, continually stroking her fingers with his, hoping to provide some measure of reassurance, "'Chaela, I know ya scared, I can feel it, I am too. Ya just gotta believe in Matthew, and trust him. I know that ya trust's been awful shaken, but you've come so far. Just know that we're all 'ere fer ya and I ain't leavin'. Custer will see that the Sully family is a force to be reckoned with. We'll get him. I love ya, just hang on ta that my sweet heartsong." With tears on the verge of pouring down her face, Sully just drew her to him, and said, "Time ta go back in. Just believe and we'll be okay." Nodding in response, the pair got up, hand in hand, and returned to their waiting family.

Upon arriving at their designated places once again, Michaela sat down between Matthew and Sully, and awaited the return of the Judge. Although she felt flustered, she knew that it was of paramount importance that her nerves not show. She glanced across at Matthew, and then Sully, as if seeking reassurance and affirmation that all was going to be okay. Seeing the concerned gazes look back at her with such a range of emotions, Michaela got the answer that she needed. Glancing down at the table top, Michaela found a knot in the wood, and for several minutes it seemed that it was more interesting than what was going on around her, as her total focus was intent on tracing the knot. Everyone knew what she was doing, and understood perfectly, and therefore left her to it.

That was until the Judge returned. Matthew took the final opportunity to have a quick word with his mother about what was about to happen. Getting her attention by placing one hand on top of hers, Matthew looked her directly in the eye, and whispered so as not to be over heard, asked, "Are you sure about this, once it's out in the open there's no going back, the whole town will know the full story, are you up to that?" Michaela could tell that Matthew was uneasy, and Sully would be too, if she dared to look at him. But she knew that the truth had to be spoken aloud, if they were ever to move on. She agreed with Matthew that this would change everything. Taking a deep breath she just simply nodded her head and said, "I know Matthew…I know. Just take it a step at a time, and ask straightforward questions, and we'll both be alright." Sensing the hidden meaning behind her answer, Matthew nodded and fiddled with his papers in an effort to still his shaking hands.

Sully had spent the entire period looking in one direction, and one direction only. The now demoted Custer had received the full force of his stare, and Sully could see him visibly pale, as he now thought about what was to come. Sully mused about his and Michaela's discussion before they re-entered the church, and he felt that there was now no doubt in his mind, by the fact that Michaela agreed to go through the horrors one more time, that she was edging her way back to being the forceful woman that he loved. He vowed that he would keep his eyes on her the entire time, in silent communication that this was the right thing to do, and the whole family was behind her.

The strength and bravery that this woman; his wife, had amazed him. He knew that if the same thing had happened to him or anyone else in this town, they never would have recovered as well as Michaela had. While he was only too well aware of the tenuous control that Michaela possessed, he knew that what she was about to do would be the bravest, and best thing that she could do. It would without a shadow of a doubt seal this case for them, and seal the happy future for Michaela. Returning his gaze to Custer, Sully could see him shaking ever so slightly, and although Sully never liked to see another person uncomfortable, he had to make an exception for Custer, and he actually found himself having to hide the laugh that was warring for release.

Matthew had waited until he knew that he had all of his father's attention before speaking, and now detecting that he had, he quickly and quietly said, "Ma's okay…she's scared but ya know how brave she is. She's sure that she wants this, and that's all that matters. We'll take it slow and nail that b*****d." Nodding in response to Matthew's statement, Sully couldn't help frowning at his son's words. True he had called this animal a name or two, but to hear his own son use profanity worried Sully. Needing to keep Matthew focussed, Sully just leant over and said, "I know how ya feel son, but ya Ma ain't gonna like hearing ya speak like that. Remember who the important one 'ere is, and it ain't him." Knowing his father was right, Matthew instantly regretted what he had said, so whispering an 'I'm sorry' Matthew re-sorted his already organised pile of papers, and prepared for the fight of their lives.

When the Judge called everyone to order, and reminded those of a legal standing that this was a court room not a saloon, so no verbal brawls were permitted, he intimated that it was time to begin again. Matthew stood shakily, and took a deep breath before walking over to his mother, who from now on in his mind was to be only known as Dr Quinn. He knew that he had to try and detach himself emotionally, or this would all be for nothing.

Clearing his throat, he asked his first question, "Dr Quinn, we have heard that Major General Custer was ordered never to return to Colorado Springs after Washita. Can you therefore tell me when the last time that you saw him was?"

Michaela had been watching her son and husband carefully. She could detect the hidden humour in Sully's eyes, as he watched the animal squirm, and it made her give a slight inward smile. She could also tell that Matthew was schooling himself for what was to come, it appeared both in his face, and his voice, that he had made the conscious decision to separate 'Ma' from 'Dr Quinn'. Michaela couldn't say that she blamed him; after all he knew the full extent of what had happened, injury wise at least. She only wished that his ploy would work for her, but it couldn't. No, she had to find some inner strength from somewhere, if this was going to end, and the only place that she could find it was in her husband's eyes. Therefore she looked at him, and sought all the love and support that he held for her. Finding in an instant what she needed, Michaela took a deep breath, followed by a sip of water, and answered Matthew's question, "Mr Cooper, the last time I saw Major General Custer was approximately seven months ago, here in Colorado Springs."

"Thank you Dr Quinn. Can you now tell me how it was that you saw him, and what he was doing back here? Take your time, and the court would like to hear the truth in your words, and only your words."

As he finished, Matthew looked at the Judge, and saw a small smile at the hidden meaning of Matthew's question. Both the Judge and himself were all too familiar with witnesses being coerced into giving a damming testimony. Matthew just had to wait now, and so he returned to his seat.

Sensing that all she was doing was delaying the inevitable, Michaela took a breath, placing her gloved hands firmly in her lap, looked Sully straight in the eye, and she began nervously, "It was towards the beginning of April, and I was as usual at my clinic here in town. My husband was away on business, so I had our daughter with me. It was a day just like any other day, until a soldier knocked on the door and requested my help."

As Major Ortmund made to stand, with the hope of hurrying the proceeding's along, the Judge firmly waved him back down, and said, "Major, if there are to be nay cross examination questions during this testimony, then they shall happen at the end. This witness is to be given the respect that she has earned and deserves, and will not be interrupted, do I make myself clear?" When he received a nod and a grumbling "Yes your Honour" the Judge nodded to Matthew to continue.

With a nod of his own, Matthew made to stand in order to ask a prompting question if needed, however, it appeared that Michaela did not wish this so he returned to his seat and waited.

"Thank you your Honour. I have never, in all my years as a doctor, hesitated when it came to helping someone in need, whoever that may be. Unfortunately that has now changed, and I am forced to take someone with me when I go on house calls, and go to help the needy. I digress though. That day the soldier knocked on the door, as I have said, and 'requested' that I accompany him to treat a fellow soldier and an Indian who had got injured. I agreed, a little surprised as I wasn't aware of any fighting between the Dog Soldiers and the Army, however I complied with his wishes.

I quickly put some supplies together, and took my daughter to a friend, so that she was well taken care of. Hastening across to the livery, I was about to climb into my own wagon, when the soldier insisted that I travel with him. I was so full of mental checklists that my instincts didn't kick in until it was too late. There were indeed the injured parties, just as he had said, however upon completing their treatments, and wishing to return to town, I was knocked unconscious and woke tied up in the back of a wagon, miles from home."

When gasps were heard from the crowd, as very few of the town actually knew the details of the story, the Judge had to bang his gavel several times, to create order. Noting that he had achieved his objective, the Judge nodded to Michaela to continue.

Once again reaching for her water, and noting her shaking hands, Michaela started once again, "It was several hours before I came to, and then I was disorientated and was kneeling, tied up, in the back of a wagon. In front of me was…" Needing to collect herself, she pleaded with Matthew to help her, so taking the hint, Matthew stood and asked, "Dr Quinn, I am sorry for the distress that this is causing you; however, the court needs to know who it was that you saw."

Shaking herself into action, Michaela managed to mutter, "General Custer." The first set of tears were on their way, and all the family knew that if she broke down now, she was never going to be able to get to the end of the trial. Needing to keep her grounded and strong, Sully adjusted his position, to enable him to look at her face. Seeing what her husband was doing, Michaela nodded her thanks, and took a deep calming breath before continuing.

However, just as she was about to start, Major Ortmund, who had already been warned once, jumped up and shouted, "Objection, there is no such evidence, I demand that is struck off the court's account" Banging his gavel, the Judge immediately brought order and said, in a voice that left no room for argument, "Major, I have instructed you already that there shall be no interruptions. While I am curious myself to know if there is any actual concrete evidence to implicate, the now demoted, General Custer in this crime, we shall respect the witness, and her counsel. I feel that patience is going to be important, but I am also sure it will be tested. Therefore I urge Mr Cooper to possibly omit some of the minor details, if that is practicable. Now Dr Quinn, when you are ready we will continue."

Nodding his thanks, Matthew focussed on his mother, and said, "Now Dr Quinn, you had got to the beginning of the second day, I agree with the Judge that it may be more beneficial to bypass the minor details, if that is at all possible. We shall of course understand if it isn't, please remember that this testimony is in your words, not ours. Now when you are ready, feel free to continue."

Taking a breath to compose herself, Michaela turned to the Judge and asked, "Your Honour, I understand what you have stated, and I will try to…condense the facts. However, in order to get a full picture of what happened, there are some seemingly minor details that will need to be explained."

With the Judge nodding his agreement, Michaela continued from where she left off, "For the following days an uneasy routine was reached, whereby I would be chained at night, and then dragged before Major General Custer for some form of humiliation. However, this changed after a time. I believe it was the second or third day, I lost track of time after a while. They had set up camp again, and I began to feel unwell. Due to a large extent because I hadn't eaten since leaving the clinic, and I had been thrown every way possible. Therefore, before I could stop myself I was sick, the mess on my skirt didn't bother me, unfortunately it didn't have the same affect on those around me. The result of this was to be stripped of my skirt, as to quote Major General Custer 'You may not mind Dr Quinn, but my men have standards, as do I, and the smell of stale, dry sick is not on the cards. So you see there really is no option, I will have to relieve you of your skirt, for your own benefit, as my soldiers can become aggressive when they don't have pleasant things to look at.' I naturally struggled, and was duly reprimanded."

Before the prosecution could say anything, the Judge turned to Michaela and asked, "Can you tell us how this reprimand was carried out?"

Nodding, and pleased that the Judge seemed to be interested in her story, Michaela took a sip of water, and then continued, "Yes Your Honour. However, you need to know that the reprimand wasn't just verbal in its base. He punched me in the chest and then said, 'I warned you once about doubting my word, and told you that you would suffer, and now you see that I was not joking, you will do as you are told, and do it NOW!! Give me your skirt!' I immediately complied, naturally."

Sully had been listening to every heartfelt, strongly worded, answer that his heartsong had given. The words that he felt for her just wouldn't come to his mind. He truly didn't think that he had ever borne witness to anyone as brave, honest and true as he was seeing now. There was no doubt now, if there ever was, that they would win this case. Especially with what was to come. He suspected that Michaela would take advantage of what both the Judge and Matthew had requested. By missing some of the journey, prior to Washita, she would be saving her emotional energy for the end. Once again Sully sent a prayer of guidance and love to the Spirits, and waited for Michaela to continue.

"Mr Cooper, Major Ortmund, Your Honour; the next part is more difficult so I hope that you'll be able to bear with me. After I was stripped Custer ordered me to be restrained. Quite where he thought I was going to go I'm not sure, but anyway the only place for me to be chained was the front wheel of the wagon. Consequently that is where I spent the night. On my knees chained up like some wild animal. I decided that I was going to attempt an escape. I had tried a similar thing when the Dog Soldiers abducted me and then like now I had not got away unscathed. However, I was willing to accept the risk of this move."

"Naturally it didn't work, and when I answered back with a stronger response than he was expecting, his tack changed. Up to now, he had been trying to break me verbally, but now he resorted to threats, both silent and spoken."

Noticing the prosecution begin to rise, the Judge intercepted him and said, "Can you be more specific Dr Quinn? What exactly did the Major General allegedly say? Let me be clear, I am only saying 'alleged' due to the fact that I have not yet found him guilty of this crime, it is not meant as a derogatory remark for your testimony Dr Quinn."

Nodding her understanding, Michaela replied, "I understand that Your Honour and I appreciate the explanation. To answer your question fully, I believe it will be simpler for me to finish the whole story."

When the Judge nodded, Michaela turned to look at Matthew to see if he understood what she had said. Noting that he did, and that Sully also knew what was about to happen, Michaela took a deep breath and said, "Custer asked if I knew what happened to soldiers who desert or disobey orders. I of course didn't know, and realise only too well now that what he said wasn't in fact what happens. He informed me that they usually get flogged. This was to be my punishment if he chose to give it to me, and I wouldn't know until we reached the final destination."

Hearing the gasps from the crowd, and seeing the tears in her husband's pain filled eyes, Michaela momentarily looked down and doubted if she had the strength to do this. However, when she looked back up and saw Noah's beautiful smile, she knew that she had to. She had to see it through for everyone. So taking a long sip of water, Michaela began what would be her final account.

"I was chained again, in the back of the wagon, blindfolded, then we set off. I had long since lost any sense of direction therefore I spent the time thinking. I decided that while escape may be out of the question, I was not going to allow him to degrade the Cheyenne, or Sully. On that score he would never win, he may beat me, which is unlikely, but He would never be able to dehumanise the Cheyenne in our eyes. You see Your Honour, that is what it was all about, and I see that now. It wasn't so much a personal vendetta, although there is a lot of truth behind that, but it was moreover an attempt to prove that Custer still had power over us and in turn the Cheyenne."

Realising that she was beginning to lose her way, Michaela took a steadying breath, regrouped and said, "I digress, I apologize. This last part is incredibly difficult to even think about let alone say. However, I appreciate you need proof before you can make a ruling, and I also appreciate your patience. We arrived at the final destination at day-break, and I was hauled out of the wagon, and ordered to relieve myself. The strange thing was that the majority of Custer's soldiers weren't with him for this part. Maybe they knew what was going on and didn't agree with it, whatever the reason, they weren't there. Except for two of the original soldiers. The final destination as I was to find out would stay in my nightmares for months to come. He had brought me back to Washita."

With Michaela having finally said it aloud Sully could allow the tears to fall, however, he knew that Michaela couldn't afford that luxury yet, but he was crying for her. She was amazing to him. The strength that she possessed was incredible. He could hear the gasps from their friends, and he knew that what was to come would make more than a few of the women cry, possibly even the likes of Loren and Jake. However, he needed to return his focus to Michaela, she needed to know that he was there and wasn't going anywhere. So he mouthed an 'I love ya' and waited for her to finish.

Acknowledging her husband's tears, and declaration, with a watery smile, Michaela finished, "It was then that the power of his hate really hit home. I truly felt that he had brought me back to this place to kill me. He hadn't finished his derision, or his punishments. He carried out his threat and whipped me." Knowing that the Judge, and Major Ortmund, would need to see this, Michaela hastily added, "I appreciate that you would like to see the evidence for yourselves, however before I show you, I request that I finish the story."

When she received nods from all, Michaela said, "That wasn't an end to it though. It was only at dusk that I realized where we were. Custer took me down to the river, where I could still see Black Kettle laying. He once again degraded the Cheyenne's rituals, but this time by scoffing at the fact that I hadn't grieved for my friends. He decided that needed to be rectified, and in turn, cause me to have a lasting memory of this whole event. The Cheyenne have certain rituals when it comes to mourning the loss of fellow tribe members. Two of these are Self Harming and Hair Cutting. Not content with merely showing me the horror that was Washita, Custer decided that I should be a part of it in every sense."

"Therefore he took me down to the water, and grabbed my hair, and savagely chopped at it, constantly saying what a ridiculous practice this was. He then did the worst thing possible, he branded me, his complete lack of humanity and acceptance repulses me. I am left with the scars that this creature has given me, but I will not be beaten by him, all of my family will continue to love the Cheyenne, and serve them in any way we can."

The Judge had to calm the crowd down, who not surprisingly had become agitated upon Michaela's declaration. Once that was achieved, he turned to Michaela and said, "Dr Quinn, whatever the outcome of this trial, speaking for myself, I wish it to be recorded officially, that you are the most courageous lady that I have ever heard. The way that you have carried yourself today has been a true testament to your character and the love that your family has for you. Before we adjourn to your clinic, where we can look at your injuries in private, I need to ask if there is anything else that needs to be spoken of?"

Smiling her thanks, although feeling extremely tired and incredibly emotional, Michaela looked at Sully, and then Matthew, asking for confirmation for what she was about to say. When she received a nod in response, she turned to look at her son, who by this time was getting decidedly anxious, and spoke from the heart, "Thank you for your kind words Your Honour. There is only one other thing that the court needs to know. Upon getting back to town, after my son rescued me, I was told by Dr Cook that I was in fact pregnant. My baby son, Noah, was born 6 weeks ago. He is a miracle, and my husband and I treasure him dearly. I believe that although Custer didn't know I was pregnant, it is nothing short of a miracle that Noah was born at all. If you require expert medical testimony on my injuries, or the pregnancy, then Dr Cook is quite capable of standing before you."

Acknowledging what she had said by replying with, "Thank you Dr Quinn, and I am relieved indeed that your baby arrived safely. I, at this point, don't feel that there is a need for medical testimony. However, that may change upon seeing your injuries. Maybe now would be an opportune time to adjourn to the clinic, and then have a recess of 2 hours. Court adjourned."

As soon as the Judge had uttered the words, there was such a cacophony of chatter amongst the crowd. Hank hastily ran to the Saloon, knowing that this was precisely where the men folk would meet to discuss the case. Although he had a soft spot for Michaela, and where she was concerned his rough exterior hid a much softer centre, he wasn't going to hang around when money could be made. Jake hung back though, alongside Loren. Jake had been beaten as a child, and until now hadn't truly comprehended what Dr Mike had gone through, both at the time and subsequently. Vowing that he would stop his usual continual vying, and actually support her as she had supported him during his drinking days, Jake walked over towards the close nit group that was still seated at the front.

Clearing his throat, so they knew he was there, Jake then spoke with the most sincerity and care that any of the Sullyies had ever heard, "Dr Mike, Sully, I can't tell ya how sorry I am fer what ya've been through. I know we ain't always got on; more often than not we've butted heads. But I just want ya to know that ya've always been there fer me, even when I didn't know that I needed it. If ya need anything then just call. We all appreciate ya Dr Mike, I'm just sorry we never told ya 'fore now."

With stunned faces all around, Jake turned to leave, but when a soft voice said, "Jake, wait" he halted in his tracks. Turning back around he saw Michaela struggle to stand, as the exhaustion played across her beautiful face. Then before he knew what was happening he was pulled into a soft embrace, first by Michaela then Sully. When he heard them both whisper their thanks, he just laid a kiss on Michaela's cheek and turned to leave.

As Sully drew Michaela back into his arms, he noted that Loren was still in the church, watching the proceedings silently. Moving Michaela to his side, they approached the old man, and Sully said, "Anythin' we can do fer ya Loren?" When the usual gruff voice replied in no more than a whisper, Sully knew what was coming. Tightening his hold on Michaela, they waited. Loren took a deep breath and said, "Look folks, ya know I ain't one fer making speeches. But what ya don't know Dr Mike is that I look on ya like a daughter. Yeah I've been mad with ya plenty times, but ya've always done what was in ya heart. And that stands right by me. This ain't no different. I still don't get why ya love the Cheyenne, but I reckon that'll never change. What happened to ya just ain't right, by anyone. This Custer better get what's coming to him, or he'll have the town ta answer to. I'll leave ya be now Dr Mike, just call if ya need me."

Like Jake had done moments before, Loren turned to leave but was stopped immediately by a hand on his arm. Turning to look at the oh so tired face that was their much beloved doctor, Loren took a step nearer her, and pulled her into a fatherly embrace. Sully had known for quite a few years that Loren loved Michaela, but was too stubborn and pride-filled to say it. He was choked with emotions at this moment. Sully knew that things were going to be okay in town when he heard Michaela reply, "I love you too Loren Bray, and I think that it's time you and Jake called me Michaela don't you?" As a reply Loren kissed Michaela lightly on the cheek, told her that he'd pass it on to Jake, and left to go to the Saloon.

Taking a shaking Michaela into his arms, Sully whispered in her ear, so that only she could hear, "I told ya that this town loved ya, now are you ready fer this. I'll be with ya every minute okay?" Nodding her thanks, Michaela reached up and lovingly kissed her husband, before turning to the gentlemen behind her, who had surreptitiously given them the time they needed, Michaela said, "Gentlemen, thank you for giving us the time, we are ready now. If you'll follow us then we can hopefully finish this now." With nods, and "Yes Dr Quinn" from all concerned, the party left the church and walked in silence towards the clinic.

It was agreed, once they entered the clinic, that Michaela tend to her baby, after that, Sully would return back down stairs and inform the legal parties that Michaela was ready. Sully of course didn't leave Michaela's side at all, and carried a very cranky Noah, while Michaela trudged her way up the stairs towards her favourite recovery room.

Having ensured that both Michaela and Noah were settled and content, Sully turned his back and gazed out of the window. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy watching his wife nurse their children, far from it. Now however, he needed time to gather his thoughts and courage before the final act of bravery started. Feeling the need to say something to his precious wife, Sully turned and started back towards the bed, where Michaela had finished feeding Noah, and now sat just cradling the newborn.

Reaching for her hand, Sully brought it to his lips, and started to say what was on his heart and mind, "'Chaela, ya know I ain't one fer speeches, or fer talking right, but this needs ta be said proper, okay?" Confused by the tone in her husband's voice Michaela made to ask what the problem was, however when she saw the plaintive request in Sully's eyes, she just nodded her head, and leant over to softly kiss his lips. Taking that as his cue, Sully began, "Listening to you today, was something that I never thought I'd be able to do. I so nearly lost ya. That beast almost stole the most precious thing in the world. But you 'Chaela, you stole it right back from under him. That precious thing ain't just you; it's what you stand for. To put it simply, it's love."

"What you've been through, and continue to go through, are unbelievable. Most people would just cave in and give up, but not you. After Washita I never thought that you'd find you're way back to me…the Cheyenne…and the town. But ya did. Now after all this I can see that same spark burning, faint at the moment but its there. I'm just so proud of ya, and I love ya beyond belief. All I want ta keep saying is that and I will if that's what it'll take ta get ya through this. I've only got one question ta ask, and it's something that I reckon ya need ta do to really end this. Are you willing ta hear it?"

With tears running down her face, Michaela grasped Sully's hand tighter and simply said, "Anything, just ask." Not taking the time to doubt what he was about to say, Sully ploughed on and asked, "I want ya ta 'ave Custer out in the hall when ya show the others, then when ya show 'em you're wrists, I want Custer ta see that he ain't broke ya. He's just made ya stronger. Would ya do that? I know ya scared, but I'll be 'ere, and Matthew will watch him." At the first thought of what Sully had requested Michaela felt herself shake, however, as she continued to listen, she realized that maybe this was indeed what everyone needed. There was no getting away from what he'd done, but possibly, by making him see in the cold light of day, there may be some degree of closure.

Michaela wasn't going to be able to fool anyone if she said that this didn't panic her, but she also knew that with Sully by her side, and her son standing guard, it was what had to be done. So she took a deep calming breath, shifted Noah, and nodded her agreement, but said, "Sully…I know that you are right, and I agree to do this…but I'm not doing this because of what you've said or because you asked me. I'm doing this for all of us; he needs to be taught a lesson. Just don't leave me." Saying the last in a clear plea, Michaela collapsed into Sully's waiting arms. While he held her securely, and stroked her back in an effort to calm her down, he whispered, "I ain't leaving ya my heartsong…not now and not ever. Go get cleaned up, and we'll get ya ready. I'll speak ta Matthew and the Judge. Okay?"

Leaning up for another kiss, Sully eased Michaela away, then took a sleeping Noah and placed him in the bassinette. Turning towards the washstand, Sully poured a basin of warm water, and gestured to Michaela to wash up, while he informed the party downstairs. Taking her husband up on his offer, Michaela rose, and splashed some water on her face, then turned to the bed and began to start undressing, in order for the Judge to see her back. As she took off her blouse, and loosened her camisole, Michaela couldn't help but think about how far she'd come over the last months. There was no doubt that Sully's loving patience was the root of this progress, but she also accepted some of the responsibility herself. It was her determination, and Sully's stubbornness, that had cracked the wall that she had so expertly built around her. Now that wall was going to come down once and for all. With his love and support, and her pride and dignity, she knew that they could do this…no, she could do this. So once again looking towards the bed, Michaela settled herself on her stomach, and waited.

Downstairs Sully had just finished outlining his plan to both Matthew and the Judge. Both, of course, had vastly different views on the wisdom of such an operation. However, as the Judge had precedence, and secretly had wished that Custer could remain with his lawyer. He had wanted to observe the man's reactions upon witnessing what he had done. It didn't really matter what Matthew said, the fact was still going to be the same. Therefore with agreement by all parties, Hank was sent for, and told to fetch the prisoner. Sully knew that Matthew didn't agree, and he therefore needed to have an urgent word with his son. Both he and Michaela needed his support with this move. Drawing Matthew out onto the porch, Sully spoke quietly, "Son, I know that ya don't agree, but ya Ma needs ta do this. Yeah it was my idea, and yeah she's scared as hell, but she knows it's the right thing ta do. As she said, 'he needs ta be taught a lesson'. It's gonna be tough, but we need ya there, we appreciate if ya can't, but we'd sure love it if ya could. This'll work son, I know it will."

Not having thought about it like that, Matthew paused to contemplate his father's words. Realising that this may in fact be what was needed to clinch this case, Matthew agreed, and told Sully that he'd wait inside. Clasping Matthew's arm in the Sully family sign of brotherhood, Sully sighed, and found himself falling back onto the bench that stood on the porch. There was nothing more to do now than wait for Custer to arrive, and for Michaela to indicate that she was ready.

Seeing Hank cross from the Gold Nugget to the jail meant that it was time for Sully to head back upstairs to check on Michaela. Using the door around the side, so that he could slip into her room from the balcony, Sully set off on his short trip, with a lightening in his spirit that hadn't been there for so long. As he approached the door, he paused, almost feeling a sense of hesitation at what was about to happen. However, he knew that this was the right and proper thing to do, and he would be there to catch Michaela afterwards. Opening the door softly, he slipped in unseen and just stood there looking at the sight before him. There was a time not so long ago that he wouldn't have dared to do this, he knew then that Michaela would have instantly covered herself up, and cowered. Now though, he was certain that his wife was aware of his presence, and yet she did nothing to change her position. There was nothing to indicate that she was nervous. No, that side of Michaela had almost completely returned, the self assured sexy woman that was his wife. Granted they still hadn't made love, but that just wasn't possible with the difficult pregnancy that she had experienced. However, he hoped to remedy that very soon.

Now drawing his thoughts back to the present, albeit reluctantly, Sully strode over to the bed, and leant down to kiss his wife's bare shoulder. However, he was stopped when Michaela suddenly turned and caught him with a kiss of her own. Pulling back, she said, "You took your time, is everything okay?" Realising that she was asking the question with more than one meaning, Sully kissed her again, and simply answered, "Yep, everything's great. You ready?" With a nod, followed by, "As I'll ever be, go and get them, it'll be alright so long as you're beside me." Sealing the unspoken agreement with a kiss, Sully exited and quickly descended the stairs.

It seemed a matter of seconds to Michaela, but she acknowledged that her nerves were playing a huge part in how time was disappearing. However long it had been, Michaela decided that the legal group, and Custer, were outside her room far too quickly. Hearing their voices on the landing, Michaela began to once again doubt the wisdom of what was to happen, but she firmly pushed them to the back of her mind and called for the group to enter. Sully had laid a sheet over her back, so that when the group entered they could see nothing until both she and Sully were ready. Deciding that prolonging the inevitable was going to make this worse, Sully turned to the Judge and asked, "Sir, how do ya wanna do this?"

The Judge was momentarily caught off guard as he hadn't expected to be asked that by Mr Sully, however, he answered in the same regard, "Thank you for your proper enquiry, as Dr Quinn is still sworn in, and this is simply an extension of the church proceedings I see no reason why Mr Cooper can't control what happens, and I will merely officiate and observe the counsel and Major General Custer. Is that alright with yourself Dr Quinn?" When Michaela replied in the affirmative, the assorted men moved into various positions so as to see what was going on. Sully took hold of the sheet in one hand, and knelt down beside the bed. Grasping Michaela's hand with his other, he whispered, "I love ya. Remember that you are beautiful ta me. Just focus on my eyes. Ya ready?" When he felt he squeeze his hand, Sully drew back the sheet, and waited.

Silence was all that greeted Michaela's ears. She wasn't sure what she expected, but this wasn't really it. Feeling incredibly unsure, she turned her tear-filled gaze down, and went to grasp the sheet in order to cover herself up. Seeing what she was doing, the Judge immediately spoke, and said, "Please forgive me Dr Quinn, the silence I expressed wasn't meant to un-nerve you, although I can understand why it did. I simply didn't know what to say. Cover yourself if you feel you need to, but it would help if you would permit me to have a closer look, and possibly ask a few questions of your counsel and you." Taking a deep breath Michaela nodded her agreement, and returned her hand to where it was resting on Sully's hand.

Before the Judge could do as he had bid, Custer's shrill voice was heard exclaiming, "I have never seen those marks before in my life. I think that whoever did this is an animal. I can definitely confirm it wasn't me. And furthermore there is no evidence to say otherwise. This is just some cheap stunt to further tarnish my name. I demand to be taken back to the jail." Major Ortmund, who with the possible closure of his case in front of him, strongly, but silently, urged Custer to be quiet, with no avail. Sully however was completely oblivious to all that was going around him. All he could see was Michaela shaking, and it made his skin boil. The nerve of this so called human amazed him. Up until now he had kept his temper in check, but right now, if his son didn't do something he would. It was only Michaela's soft fearful voice that stopped him in his tracks, "Your Honour, while I can almost agree with some of what Major General Custer has just said I can, if given a little more time, ensure beyond reasonable doubt that the Major General is in fact guilty of all counts." Sully just stood there open mouthed, as did Matthew, as they both knew what Michaela meant. Both instantly started to speak, but again Michaela stopped them by saying, "Sully can you give Noah to Rebecca and Mr Cooper could you please give me a few moments while I redress. I will call you when I am ready to explain further." Knowing that there really was little that could be done to change her mind, both Sully and Matthew went about their jobs as quickly as possible.

As soon as the room emptied, Michaela succumbed to the tears that she had been fighting to hold back. She just couldn't believe how someone who professed to serve his country as a soldier, and with that service oath came loyalty and integrity, could stand before her and cold heartedly deny any knowledge of what he'd done. Enough was enough as far as Michaela was concerned. This monster had sent her to hell and back, and she was dammed if he was going to get away with it. No, this was going to end, and now. She knew that this was going to be humiliating, but there was no question or doubt in her mind whatsoever. There was only one way of proving who was responsible, and this was it. So gathering all the courage that she possessed Michaela pulled her camisole back on, and rearranged her position in the bed, with her sheet covering her arms and chest. The thought flitted through her mind, as to why she seemed to be more nervous now than she was with the first part. Analyzing her emotions she came to the conclusion that it was simply the fact that while she had been lying prostrate, she couldn't actually see Custer, therefore she could, until he spoke; almost forget that he was there. However, now she was going to have to face him, and that thought alone made her feel physically sick. In an effort to calm her stomach, Michaela rearranged her sheets once more and sighed heavily, soon it would be over. After she was sure that everything was in place, she called for the men to re-enter, but this time she requested that Sully stand by Matthew, leaving a clear view for Custer. Sully understood why she had requested that, and although he felt awkward, as he wanted to be beside her, he knew that this was the final stage of Michaela proving to everyone that she was on the road to full recovery.

Therefore, with everyone in place, apart from the notable absence of Major Ortmund, who it appeared had been dismissed, Michaela spoke, "Your Honour, gentlemen, before I show you the irrefutable proof, that I hope will be enough to achieve a lengthy sentence, you need to understand why I'm doing this. It has taken me considerable time to find my strength again, and I don't just mean physically. This soldier, if you can call him that, has had a vendetta against me from my earliest days in Colorado Springs. He has gone out of his way to cause problems. The abduction was carried out with one sole purpose. To exact revenge, humiliation, and I am sure he wanted to kill me. However, he failed in every count. As I have already said, my love for the Cheyenne is only second to the love I have for my family, and he will never understand that, or change it. The proof that you all so desperately need, is here…" and with that Michaela held out her wrists for all to see. Not showing any signs of embarrassment, or fear. This was the Michaela that Sully and her family loved beyond life. This was their proud, brave, and loving Michaela fighting her way back for all she was worth.

After holding her wrists up for what felt like an age, Michaela placed them back on the bed, and turned to Custer and said, "There is your proof." Almost before anyone noticed Custer went lurching towards Michaela, yelling and cursing, "This isn't over, I'll get you and make you pay for this." Thanks to Michaela's earlier placement of Matthew and Sully, together with the Judge, they managed to rescue Michaela. Shaken but unmoved, Michaela turned to the Judge and said, "I have said all I needed to say. Unless you require anything else, I wish to retire, and spend some time with my baby, which he so nearly killed." With such a look of sorrow on his face, the Judge went to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking one of Michaela's wrists in his hands, he looked more closely at the branding, then spoke from the heart, "Dr Quinn, there are simply not enough words to express how deeply sorry I am that you have had to be the target of such unwarranted animosity. Although I can't pass my ruling officially until we reconvene tomorrow, rest assured that this is beyond anything that I have ever witnessed, even during the war. I will understand if you are not feeling well enough to attend tomorrow, but I would like you there to witness his punishment. Now, you may be discharged as a witness, and go home to your family. And thank you Dr Quinn, you are a true lady."

With tears coursing down her cheeks, Michaela simply said "Thank you for believing me…thank you" and with that the Judge left, followed by Matthew, while Michaela collapsed back onto the bed and wept with relief.

The following morning, after a great deal of discussion and very little sleep, the entire Sully clan arrived at church to show their support for Michaela. She had tossed and turned over night, reliving much of what she had been forced into saying, and revealing, the day before. Sully had awoken at dawn and discovered her crumpled form on the floor of their room, cradling Noah firmly in her arms. When she looked at him and just said, "I have to go but I don't know if I can…help me?" Sully knew that there was only one way to reply. So he picked her up, along with Noah, and walked over towards the rocker where he sat gently with Michaela nestled on his lap. Turning her face to him, Sully spoke quietly but sincerely, "I know ya didn't sleep last night. Ya don't 'ave ta come, but I reckon ya need ta. Ya need ta show him one last time that this is now over. We'll all be there, and after that we'll head on back 'ere fer some holding, and a picnic with our friends and family. Okay?" Nodding sniffley, Michaela rose and placed Noah into his cradle, then returned to Sully's waiting arms. Turning to face him she said, "Sully I didn't say it yesterday, but thank you for everything. What you said to me, how you've been there every step, I don't know how to repay you. I love you so much." Leaning in to kiss her Sully just said, "Ya don't 'ave ta repay me anythin'. I did it 'cause I love ya and no other reason. Now ya best get dressed, I'll meet ya downstairs with Noah." So he sealed his statement with a kiss and left, cradling his baby son securely. Within a further few hours the Sully family arrived at the church and took their respective seats, waiting for the Judge to arrive along with Custer.

Just as Sully was wondering what the delay was, he heard the church door open and shut, indicating that the Judge and Custer had arrived. With Custer now on his own, Sully assumed that this would be over fairly quickly. He was pleased to see the wretch squirm like an angry rattle snake. Sully was sure that both he and Michaela would laugh at the sight of this now demoted General looking like he'd wet himself, when they were afforded the opportunity to look back on this That was for the future, now he had to get Michaela through the sentencing. Looking up he detected that the Judge was preparing to speak, so Sully instinctively sat up straighter, clasped Michaela's hand tighter, and held his breath.

The Judge was well aware of how serious what he was about to say was, and he also knew how nervous the Sully family were. Therefore, he cleared his throat without even pausing for thought, and launched straight in, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr Cooper, Dr Quinn. Everyone knows why we are here today, so I see no need to go back over unnecessary ground. This has truly been one of the most heart wrenchingly difficult trials I have ever had to preside over. However, I say this now, Dr Quinn and her family need to be praised for how they have carried themselves throughout this trial. Not once have I had reason to remind them of where they were, or why. They have all held themselves with the utmost dignity, in what was an extremely difficult and traumatic trial. Mr Cooper also needs to be commended for his diligence."

Pausing to take a sip of water, and adjust his position slightly, the Judge continued, "Now onto the task at hand, first there is the matter of wrongful imprisonment. There is no doubt in my mind that Major General Custer purposely set out to abduct Dr Quinn, for no other reason than revenge. This is not only unbecoming a soldier in the United States Army, but is also unbecoming the gentleman that he states he is. I therefore find him guilty as charged for this."

"Now we move onto the charge of torturing Dr Quinn, and leaving her to die. This is this is the most harrowing aspect of this whole trial. I still can't find any reason whatsoever for what this man did. Dr Quinn is a highly respected in this community, and is obviously extremely good at her profession. However, she is also truly remarkable in her compassion and trust. This facet alone I find remarkable after everything that she has experienced at the hands of both the Army and the Indians. What Major General Custer did on that day was completely reprehensible. Even in the war I have never seen such barbarous behaviour. The fact that this was done by a soldier is bad enough, but put together with the imbecile using his own name as a lasting reminder, is true torture. I truly believe that he had every intention of letting Dr Quinn die, and if her son hadn't found her when he did, that is precisely what would have happened. I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that Major General Custer is guilty as charged.

There are several things that I would like to do to punish him; however, my oath forbids me from carrying them out. So Major General Custer please stand."

Michaela had been holding her breath, and was clenching Sully's hand so tight he didn't think he'd have any feeling left in it. However, when the Judge had declared that Custer was guilty of all charges, she let out the breath and dropped her head. There was such a look of relief and peace flowing from her, Sully thought that she looked 5 years younger. All she had to do now was wait and see what punishment he would get. Making sure she had eye contact with the beast for one last time, Michaela watched as he stood, preparing to meet his doom.

The Judge smiled slightly at the Sullies then took a drink, and said, "Major General Custer you have been found guilty of the charges put before this court. Your counsel has deserted you; therefore, there will be no one available to plead levity, if anyone dared. I find no other course open to me than to sentence you to four years at Fort Leavenworth Military prison, on the hard labour section. This is no where near as much as you deserve, but unfortunately it is all I am permitted to give. Now leave this courtroom, and one more thing Major General Custer, don't think for one minute that I won't be watching you and your colleagues. If anyone of them sets foot anywhere near the Sullyies, and in particular Dr Quinn, I can assure you that there will not be a court in this land that will stop me from doing what I want to. Now I advice you to get out before I say something I may regret."

As soon as he finished Custer slumped down, and was hastily and none to gently grabbed by Hank, who escorted him out of the church. He momentarily stopped at the Sullyies table, wondering if Michaela wanted to have the last word. Seeing Sully shake his head, Hank realised that as far as she was concerned it was over, and that was fine with him. So marching out of the church and down the street Hank didn't spare any time, as he knew that the Saloon was going to be busy after the Judge adjourned.

Back in the church all was silent, the Judge addressed the crowd one last time informing him that the trial was now over and therefore everyone was free to go. Stepping down from his desk, the Judge walked over to an extremely quiet Michaela, and taking her hand in his he said, "Dr Quinn I know that you can't believe what's happened, but believe it. You won. Now go and live your life, and enjoy your family." With that he left.

As soon as the Judge left, the crowd quickly followed along behind, anxious to get to the Saloon and discuss the day's events. The Sully family though was a different matter. Both Matthew and Sully looked at Michaela, who had remained totally silent since the punishment had been handed down. Feeling more than a little concerned, as this wasn't the reaction any of them had been expecting, Sully turned Michaela's face towards him and asked, "'Chaela ya alright?" All Michaela was able to say was a very shaky "Yes, I just can't believe it's over, it's finished." Drawing her into his embrace, Sully whispered, "Ya did it…I knew ya could…it's over… believe it…let's go home." The mention of home managed to bring a smile to Michaela's lips for the first time in days, nodding her agreement she replied while caressing Sully's cheek, "Yes, let's go home. Home to where our hearts are free to soar and rest." Not being able to say it better himself, Sully just kissed her softly, helped her to stand and led the family out of the church and towards the wagon, which would lead them to their own private sanctuary.