A/N: Sorry it's taken so long to update. Life's been hectic, as usual. Plus I had a bad case of writer's block, but that seems to have passed now. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The cave dwelling was filled with the loudest silence Casey had ever heard. A week ago, Casey had returned to the camp without Tyrele. When Karai asked where her brother was, Casey told her that the sheriff of Destiny had captured Tyrele. Karai had retreated to the back of the cave and never moved or spoke to anyone for an entire week. Not even Saundra could get her to speak. No one knew what was wrong with Karai. She didn't seem sad; she looked more angry than anything. So the men kept their distance and waited for the stormy silence to blow over.

Casey couldn't help but feel that this was his fault, even though Tyrele had told him to leave. Jones thought back on the day of Tyrele's capture. They had been outside the hotel when they heard the news that Destiny's sheriff and a posy had rode into town.

"Go home, Casey," Tyrele had said.

"And leave you behind? Forget it," Casey told him.

A haunted look fell over Tyrele's face. Casey gave his friend a worried look.

"What's wrong, Ty?" Casey asked.

"There's something I have to figure out," Tyrele replied. "And I get the feeling the answers to my questions lies with Destiny's sheriff."

"This was never about the money, was it?" Casey asked. "You're going to let them take you."

Tyrele headed back inside. "Tell Karai what happened. She'll know what to do."

Casey was brought out of his thoughts when he heard someone approach the campfire. Karai stood over them, dressed in men's clothes. Casey had to admit, she looked more attractive in a shirt, vest, pants and boots than in a dress. But, also, she didn't look like a woman at first glance. The hat did well to hide the length of her hair.

"Prepare your horses, men," Karai ordered. "We ride for Destiny tonight."

Tyrele stared up at the ceiling, his hands clasped behind his head. His conversation with Leonardo kept playing through his mind. He had wanted answers to the questions that had haunted him since childhood, but he hadn't been expecting that. There was no way he was blood related to the sheriff. It couldn't be true. He wanted to believe that Saki had honor, even as an outlaw. Stealing a child went against everything Tyrele believed about his father.

"You are my brother. You're just too scared to admit it."

Maybe he was scared; scared what it would mean for him if what Leonardo said was true. His last wish before he hang was to find out who his birth family was. How could he go to the gallows knowing that he had caused his real family so much pain and sorrow? So, he denied it. Denied everything Leonardo told him; hiding inside his shell and protecting himself from the heartache and disappointment.

"You have my father's eyes."

Tyrele closed his eyes and sighed. Definitely not what I had been expecting, he thought.

He opened his eyes when he heard footsteps across the wooden floor. Tyrele looked to the side to see Donatello standing outside the cell.

"Was expecting someone else," Tyrele confessed. "You were the last person I expected to see."

"Stop messing with my brother," Donatello said.

"I take it the sheriff told you the same thing he told me," Tyrele guessed.

Donatello's brown eyes burned with a loathing hatred. "You've caused my family nothing but misery every since you first showed up. No brother of mine would ever do that."

"I ain't your brother, doc," Tyrele told him. "You've got no worries about that."

"I'm going to take great pride in pronouncing your death," Donatello hissed.

"Doctors do make the best killers," Tyrele commented.

Donatello stormed out of the jail house. Tyrele looked back up at the ceiling. The further he pushed the brothers away, the more he tried to convince himself that they weren't his family. So far, it wasn't working.

Destiny appeared on the horizon. Her brother was almost free. Karai kicked her horse to run faster. All that was on her mind was freeing Tyrele and bringing him home; and if she had to take others out to do it, so be it. Nothing was going to get in the way of her mission. With the horses running faster, the band rode into town like bats out of hell. They split up, one group going off to distract that deputy and sheriff and the other going to the jail house. Karai and Casey went to the jail, dismounted and quickly made their way inside.

"Tyrele?" Karai asked fearfully when she saw her brother out cold in his cell.

Casey broke the lock on the desk drawer and opened it, pulling out a set of keys. He hurried over to the cell and unlocked the door. Karai whipped out her gun and spun on her heels when she heard a door open. A blue masked turtle came out of a back room, his own gun drawn. Karai trained her gun on the sheriff's chest. Casey opened the cell door before pointing his gun at the sheriff.

"Drop your weapon and surrender," Karai ordered. "You're outnumbered. If you shoot one of us the other will shoot you."

The turtle dropped his gun and raised his hands in surrender. Karai walked over and delivered a blow to his temple, rendering him unconscious. Casey lowered his gun and put it back in its holster.

"Was that really necessary?" he asked.

"He deserves to die," Karai said.

"No one is killing anyone, Karai," Tyrele said, walking out of the cell.

"Have you forgotten what he has done to our family?" Karai asked hotly.

Tyrele gave her a stern look. "No one is dying today," he said.

Karai holstered her gun and pulled the sheriff to his feet. Tyrele frowned slightly.

"He dies another day, but he comes with us," Karai stated.

The group made their way outside just as the other men rode up.

"Deputy's on his way," one of them shouted.

Karai and Casey threw the sheriff into the saddle of Karai's horse and the three of them mounted their horses. The deputy and a posy were fast approaching by the time the outlaws rode away.

"They've got the sheriff!" someone yelled.

Michelangelo cursed under his breath. Usagi placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We cannot rush into this battle unprepared," he said. "They could have killed him, but they let him live. There is a greater plan at work here."

"So, we do nothing?" Michelangelo asked.

"We prepare for the journey ahead," Usagi advised. "The sheriff has found an unlikely ally in Tyrele. He will be fine."

Michelangelo sighed. "I hope you're right, Usagi," he said. "I hope you're right."

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