Author's note: Oh my gosh I haven't updated in forever, I'm so sorry. I realized that what I had written for this story was happening to fast and I still had some flashbacks to squeeze in so I had to write all this new material and it's really disjointed but I wanted to post it anyway so…

September 2010, Frankfort

The next morning O'Conner and two others arrived at the cabin. O'Conner was speaking on the phone unaware that through the thin walls Boyd could hear every word. Apparently Boyd coming to them and joining the operation voluntarily had not been expected and now they were "ahead of schedule" whatever that meant. Emily was asleep on the cot. He was sitting in the back corner, legs stretched out in front of him. He was stiff and he was too old to be sitting like this all night. He could hear someone shuffling around in the kitchen. After a time some of the guards came in to get them. One was a tall kid with acne scars and floppy blonde hair. The other was a tough looking Asian guy. He stood up stiffly and tapped on Emily's shoulder. She jerked awake, eyes filled with alarm.

"We got breakfast" the Asian guy said, making it sound sinister. Emily got out of bed without looking at him and followed the guard. The blonde kid waited to get behind Boyd as they were leaving the room. They sat down at the tiny kitchen table, two bowls of cheerios had been poured. Two glasses of water had also been poured. Boyd was directed to the seat in front of the window. As he sat down at the table he noticed that the glass of water in front of him was a different pattern than Emily's and the one that O'Conner held in his hand. It's possible that this cabin has different patterns of glassware but, he was starting to think they were trying to frame him. If they got his finger prints they could do all sorts of things. Maybe they wanted to blame him in order to exonerate one of their own. Still didn't answer the question of why him? His record? Other people had criminal records, was it just because he was a scumbag the police wouldn't investigate to closely? He would have to wait for more information to become available to him. They ate quickly and in silence. Emily finished first; she sat still with her eyes glued to the table. When Boyd finished he also waited, careful not to touch the glass of water.

"That's the only water you're going to get so drink it now." The blonde said. Emily picked up her glass and gulped down the water, still not meeting anyone's gaze. Boyd reached for the glass slowly, they definitely wanted his fingerprints. After breakfast they were escorted back to their room. Nothing else happened all day. With the guards right outside, they couldn't talk about anything important, Emily respecting his wishes.

"They treating you okay?" he finally asked.

"I'm a hostage" she said venomously.

"I mean are they feeding you, are they hurting you?"

"They have been leaving me alone and I get one meal a day." Emily replied. Boyd wanted to say he was sorry but, he couldn't find the words. Throughout the day they made awkward small talk but, Emily didn't seem comfortable with the revelation that he was her father. Of course these were not the best circumstances. She kept glancing at him, thinking he wasn't looking, with this look of disgust, unwilling to believe that a person like him existed.

September 2010, Lexington

"I can't believe this is happening" Dan said on the way to their hotel room after Dan had picked her up from the courthouse. He had expressed that particular sentiment several times since they had learned about Emily's disappearance. As soon as Dan opened the door Jake and Colin rushed to meet them.

"Have they found anything?" Jake asked quickly.

"They haven't learned anything new" Eleanor told them. Her son's faces fell with the bad news.

"They do have a new lead after your mom explained all of this nonsense with her murdering hillbilly boyfriend." Dan said mockingly as he threw his coat onto the bed.

"What?" Colin looked to her to explain.

"I told the police about who Emily's real father is so they can look into that angle." Eleanor explained, shooting an annoyed look at her husband.

"You think my father is behind the kidnapping?" Jake asked, shocked.

"No, I think that someone may have wanted to get to him and is using Emily to do it. He mentioned that the Dixie Mafia has been hassling him to do a job for them."

"The Mafia!" Colin exclaimed.

"It's not the Mafia" Dan said, placating the worried kid.

"Well, we hope it's the Mafia" Eleanor said.

"You hope it's the Mafia?" Dan screeched.

"The Dixie Mafia is a known quantity, and I know Boyd can handle them." Eleanor tried to explain.

"So you think your murdering, drug dealing, criminal baby daddy is going to save Emily." Dan's tone dripped with condescension. She knew he was upset but this was still Boyd he was mocking, this was her world he was mocking. Her spine stiffened and she folded her arms against her chest. Jake sat on the bed and watched the drama unfold. Colin looked embarrassed at his dad's use of the term "baby daddy" and if this wasn't so serious she would have laughed at Dan's attempt at slang.

"I know Emily's going to be okay" she said. Between Boyd, Raylan and herself, she pitied the man that dared to harm a daughter of Harlan.

June 1989, Harlan

Half of a bottle of stolen Jim Beam and Raylan wasn't sure exactly what was coming out of his mouth.

"I hate it down there, ever' time I go down that hole I think I ain't coming back up." He had nightmares at night, him dying in that goddamn mine.

"You can't think about it like that" Boyd's words weren't slurred but, he had drank as much as him so he had to be pretty wasted at this point.

"How don't you think about it?" Raylan rolled over in the grass so he could look at Boyd.

"I think about Eleanor" Boyd was flat on his back looking up at the stars.

"What?"

"I love her" Boyd said softly. Raylan felt like something important had been revealed but he was way too drunk to understand why this was so important. "I shouldn't' but I can't help it. I can't love."

"Why not?" Raylan asked because he was pretty sure that everyone could love.

"What my daddy says, I can bury myself in girls but, don't ever fall in love, it's a weakness you see."

"I think El likes you too" Raylan wasn't sure where the words came from but now that he had spoken them out loud he was certain that they were right. Eleanor did talk about Boyd a lot, that means that she likes him right?

"Why? No one likes me" Boyd said to the night sky.

"I like you" Raylan offered.

"You're really drunk right now Raylan."

"That's true but it don't mean that I don't like you."

"I suppose" Boyd muttered. Boyd didn't sound that drunk.

Raylan woke up the next morning in his bed with a terrible hangover and only fuzzy memories from the night before. How he got into his house was a mystery. Maybe Boyd was sober enough to drive at some point.

September 2010, Lexington

Art stood in front of Raylan's desk. Raylan looked up expectantly but Art didn't say anything for a while, he just stared. Raylan couldn't identify the expression but, it was similar to pity.

"I just heard from Frankfort. Boyd's fingerprints were found at a crime scene. A bookie was murdered in his home. Bookie fixed a glass of water for his killer."

"Let me guess Boyd's prints are on the glass"

"I think you need to consider that Boyd is behind this."

"He's not"

"How are you so sure?"

"Why kidnap his daughter who doesn't even know who he is."

"There is no evidence that the kidnapping is connected with Boyd. What we do know is that Boyd killed a man in Frankfort."

"This still doesn't feel right."

"Well you can't always be right Raylan."