As Wynonna marched across the Shorty's parking lot, Sam rushed up to meet her. "Wynonna, I just heard what happened." He breathed, "I'm so sorry about Gus, is she going to be alright?"

"She's in intensive care." Wynonna replied, "You still want in on this?"

"Definitely." Sam confirmed.

" Then first thing is we have to find who took my sister." Wynonna answered.

"We know who took your sister." Sam responded.

"Yeah," Wynonna replied, "I know. All the more reason we need to find her."

"How?" Sam asked, "They can blend in. They look just like us."

Wynonna turned around and looked at him accusingly, "You won't help my sister?"

"I never said that." Sam replied, "I'm just wondering what the plan is. We don't even know where they took her."

"But I do: where this whole thing began." Wynonna informed him.

Wynonna brushed through the doors of the bars.

"There gonna be trouble?" Nedly asked, sensing the rage inside Wynonna.

"If you don't move," She replied, pushing past him to Shorty, throwing Gus's money at him. "Shorty, I need the best ride in your stable."

"I got a young black beauty." Shorty offered, "Packs a real sweet kick."

A few minutes later Wynonna burst from Shorty's on a sleek black motorcycle as fast she could. She needed to get to the homestead by noon.

Sam procured a car and headed for the homestead on his own. The plan was for him to remain hidden until he Wynonna gave him the signal, so that they wouldn't freak out when they realized she hadn't come alone and hurt Waverly. He wasn't told what this signal was, just that he would know it when he saw it.

He was halfway there when something flashed past him in the window. He slowed down and turned to look, but nothing was there. He turned back the road in time to see a bloody Charlie standing in the middle of it.

Sam swerved and ran off the road, barely stopping the car before it hit a tree. He put the car and got out, the colt in his hand. He looked around and couldn't see anyone, then he saw a figure running through the trees.

"Hey!" He called out, running after figure, "Hey, stop!"

But his target just got further and further away. He thought it was male, but he wasn't sure. "Stop!" He fired the Colt, but he missed, and the figure disappeared. At the same time, Sam tripped on a rock sending him to the ground as a sharp, intense pain shot through his ankle. He felt it and couldn't be sure whether it was broken or merely sprung. He reached up, grabbing onto a branch and used it to force himself up. He needed to get back to van.

As he made his way back through the woods he couldn't but think about Dean and what he would say about this if he were here. Probably chastise him for getting his ankle broke-at least it felt like it was broken-going after God knows what, and how only he could get himself into a situation like this. He'd also probably encourage to make a move on Wynonna. Sam smiled a bit at the idea. She'd probably kill him if he tried.

At last Sam arrived back at the van. "That's enough of that." Sam thought, getting in. Wynonna and Waverly needed him.

Meanwhile, when Wynonna arrived at the homestead the first thing she saw was Waverly standing under the side, hands on the rope around her neck, trying to keep steady on a stool.

"Guess you missed your bus." She said, as she struggled to keep steady.

"Yeah, kind of over buses," Wynonna replied, getting as close as she dared, "Hanging in there?"

"It's terrible!" Waverly admitted. Managing to turn her head she screamed, "You pricks are worm food now!"

As Wynonna made a step towards Waverly, a man's voice called out, "Aaah..." The owner of the voice, as slightly ragged man with an eye patch over his right eye appeared from the side of the house, continuing, "One more step and Little Sis takes a short drop into obvillion."

"You got a name Revenant?" Wynonna demanded.

"Well, back in your great-great grandpappy's day I was known as Malcolm Ramaker, eunrapaeuner." He did a little bow.

"An outlaw." Wynonna corrected.

"You know," Malcolm began, stepping closer to Waverly, "I remember the exact moment in 1866 when Wyatt Earp had me hung for murdering my business partner. Too bad the hangman didn't set the noose very snug." He looked at Wynonna and taunted, "It took 14 long minutes for me to die."

"Yeah, and now you're back." Wynonna said, not giving him the fear he wanted.

"Yes!" Malcolm replied, "And not alone! Boys!"

Two men appeared, one of whom was Carl, and stood by Malcolm.

"I know you two." Wynonna said, slightly confused, "You're...you're local."

"Some of us are." Malcolm said, "You see, when the Earp heir turns 27, those of us killed by the last one, well, we resurrect. A little more demonic than the time before, but, one way or another, we all end up in Purgatory."

"Why's you kill Curtis?" Wynonna asked.

"To lure you back." Malcolm explained, "Get you to fetch what we needed."

Suddenly Wynonna couldn't believe she fell for it. "Peacemaker."

Malcolm laughed. "Please, give us the gun."

"Don't do it, they'll kill you!" Waverly pleaded.

"They'll try." Wynonna replied.

Wynonna made a step towards them, but Malcolm pointed his own gun at Waverly.

"Hey!" Wynonna said, putting her arms out, "OK, OK." She turned around and headed towards her bike. "Here goes. Look." She put the gun in a holster on her bike. "Alright. All yours. Take the bike, too."

"John." Malcolm said, and one of the men started walking across the bridge.

"OK?" Wynonna asked.

"Oh, Lordy, you are the most pathetic heir we have even had!" Malcolm taunted her.

"That's me." Wynonna said, "Now cut her down! You Welch on a deal, you don't get to ride."

"Somebody shut her up!" John requested.

"Carl, you grab Wynonna." Malcolm ordered, "We're gonna have two dead Earps for the price of one."

"How the Hell do you start this thing?" John wondered around as he struggled with the bike.

"Ah!" Wynonna cried, pushing Carl to the ground, then walking away, "Like this."

She pushed a button in her hand causing the bike to explode with John on it. Unfortunately in the commotion the stool slipped from under Waverly, chocking her, and the gun went up in the air.

Wynonna scrambled to her sister, grabbing her legs. That was when she saw Malcolm start to get up. "Deep breath, baby girl!" Wynonna instructed.

"What?" Waverly responded.

"Now!" Wynonna shouted before letting go of Waverly. She ran at Malcolm and kicked him in the face, sending him to the ground. She then ran back to Waverly, trying to stop her choking, managing to grab the stool and get her back on. By then Malcolm was standing again, readying his gun.

Wynonna quickly dropped to ground, grabbing Peacemaker, then turned herself around, so that she and Malcolm were facing each other, their guns drawn. "You think you can best me?!" The Revanet challenged.

"I am gonna put you in the ground like it's my job." Wynonna declared before standing up, "'Cause you know what? I'm starting to think it is."

"True, you may have the one gun that could bring me back to Hell, but I'm gonna take your baby sister with me," his voice became demonic as he finished, "You stupid crazy bitch!"

"Wanna know how batshit I am?" Wynonna shot back, "Nobody shoots my family but me." Then it got deathly quiet as she aimed Peacemaker at Waverly.

Wynonna focused in the pulley device holding the rope, and when she thought she had it, fired. The bullet ricocheted, freeing Waverly, and continued its journey until it went through Malcolm's hand. He stared at it a moment then looked at Wynonna and declared, as his eye started to glow "You are the heir."

"Sealed with a lead kissed." Wynonna replied, aiming the gun at him.

This time when it hit its mark Malcolm's whole body started to glow red, and ground beneath him opened up and pulled him down into it.

Wynonna was surprised for a moment, then turned her attention to Waverly, who was still on the ground, running to her. "You OK baby girl?"

"Yeah." Waverly replied.

"Alright." Wynonna continued, trying to get the rope off of her little sister's neck, "Oh Jesus, OK."

She was so absorbed in that she didn't notice Carl marching towards them with a gun.

"Carl!" Waverly warned upon seeing him. As Wynonna struggled to reload Peacemaker Waverly shouted "Stupid Carl!"

"Alright, how do I make this..."Wynonna continued, still having trouble with the gun, "Freaking work?!"

Wynonna stood up and pulled the trigger, only to get a disappointing click. "Ahhh, nuts!"

However, before Carl could fire his weapon and shot came from out of nowhere, hitting him and sending him falling off the bridge as his body pulsed with electricity.

A smile crossed Wynonna's lips, but Waverly kept looking around for the source of the shot. "What?" She gapped, "You brought back up?"

"Yeah." Wynonna replied, raising her voice as she called out, "But he took his sweet time getting here!"

"I ran into trouble outside of town!" Sam called out the window as he drove into view "By the time I got here you seemed to have things under control."

Looking at Wynonna Waverly said, "Hey, you came back for me."

"Duh!" Wynonna said, squishing Waverly cheeks before she started to get up, "I'm nuts, remember?" Once she was up she held a hand out to Waverly, "Come on!"

Sam got out of the black van he was driving his gun still raised. "Get in!" He instructed.

Waverly slung over her, the pair hurried to the van. "Couldn't get a bigger truck?" Wynonna asked.

"Nope." Sam replied, his eyes going everywhere looking for another attack, "You good?"

"Yeah." Wynonna replied, getting in the van.

Sam got in the car and drove as fast as he could.