Slowly finding her footing, Rebecca slipped into the train car through the open window. Once fully firm on the ground she gave a small content sigh, relief flooding her once she was finally back to safety. Dusting off her skirt she looked around the room only to freeze from what she saw. Sitting at the desk, his feet kicked up, twirling his handcuffs carelessly was Butch Cavendish. Peering up from his hat, an evil smile curling his lips, he caught the handcuffs firmly in his grasp.

"Miss me?" he rasped with a chuckle. He slowly rose from the desk, slithering his way towards her. "Cole's wrong about you," Cavendish said as his hand reached out for her. Rebecca tried to swing at him but he caught her arm midway through. "Woman like you can't be persuaded. Got to be broke. Like a horse."

Rebecca tried to pull away but before she could move Cavendish raised his hand and with all his strength, slapped her across the face. The force of the blow sent her tumbling to the floor. Rebecca could feel her panic set in as she tried to pull herself up, the sound of Cavendish's chuckles sending chills down her spine. She wobbled back to her feet, standing back up.

"I like the strong ones though." He hissed grabbing her and throwing her against the wall. Leaning his entire wait against her, he held her immovable. Some how in the mad scramble Cavendish caught hold of her arms in one hand, the other placed firmly on her mouth repressing her screams. "Its fun to watch the flame die out." He breathed looking Rebecca up and down.

Struggling, Rebecca tried to break free from his grasp but his hands held on tighter causing a shooting pain to shake up her body. "Now don't be that way," he whispered, "remember, you still got a son on board. Wouldn't want anything to happen to him." Rebecca felt her body go cold. There was nothing she could do and she had never felt more terrified.

"I have to say, you look rather fetching in this dress Mrs. Reid." His lips curling into a malicious grin as his eyes burned down at her. Slowly with his hand that had gripped her arms, he brushed his fingers down her neck to her collarbone. Rebecca gasped at his cold, rough touch. She heard him chuckle as his fingertips dipped lower, reaching the edge of her bodice. "Oh the things I want to do to you." He whispered as his finger gently ran over the swells of her breast causing Rebecca's breath to hitch, her chest heaving from her strained breathing. She closed her eyes tight, the fear and panic sending adrenaline coursing through her body.

"When all this is over, and Cole lets me have my way with you," his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly licked his lips, his grip on her mouth tightening. He leaned in until he was right next to her ear. "I'm going to break you until there's no spirit left." He whispered darkly.

"Momma?"

Rebecca gasped as she snapped out of her thoughts. She quickly looked around and realized she was next to the river, where she had been fixing her fence.

"Momma? Are you ok?" Danny asked with a tremor in his voice as he looked up at her. Rebecca felt something moist on her face and gently felt her cheek. She didn't realize that she had been crying. Quickly she wiped her eyes on the backs of her work gloves, putting on a fake smile for her son.

"Yep everything is fine." She said a bit too quickly as she dabbed at her eyes, "Just got a bit distracted is all. It's all right. Go back to playing Danny, I'll be done soon." She gave him a small smile before turning back to the fence. Danny reluctantly nodded his head and headed back towards the river. Once he was gone Rebecca let a few more tears fall. How long must she be tortured by these memories?