A/N: Hi everyone I know I was flying through the updates but got sidetracked the past few days with family stuff, became an aunt again for the 11th time, YAY. Anyway to all my reviews I know how you feel about Colin, I hate him too, which is sad since I am the one writing what he does.

Rogue's struggles against her abductor proved fruitless. She really couldn't understand how the man called Simms managed to keep her seated on a horse, a knife pressed to some part of her person and a horse under control, but he did. He rode straight to Colin's plantation, slowing down when they reached the back servants entrance. When he had dismounted, Rogue had made a desperate bid at freedom by jumping from the horse, but the skirts of her ball gown tripped her. Instead she was dragged inside, the knife once again at her throat, and directed up to one of the upstairs bedrooms.

This was where she now found herself, sitting tied to a chair in an empty bedroom. Her hands were bound behind her, with the rough fibers of rope cutting into the flesh of her wrists. Simms took no chances and had wrapped several lengths of rope around her waist, it was so tight Rogue could barely breathe. Finally to top of her humiliation a rag was fastened securely around her mouth, preventing any chance of screaming. It didn't matter how much she experimentally wiggled or squirmed the bonds held tight.

Sitting in the darkness she made the attempt to try to formulate a plan. She could hear the steady rhythm of Simms boots as they hit the boards outside the door. Colin it would seem had instructed the man to stay and guard her instead of joining in whatever he was doing to Rene.

Just thinking about Rene sent her heart beating rapidly through her chest. Where did they take him? What were they doing to him as she sat here? Rene had hurt Colin financial and to the best of Rogue's knowledge had now severely disfigured his face for life. Colin would not stop at just killing Rene now, he would make him suffer. She had to get out of here and find him.

In the silence she could hear a sound making it's way up the drive outside. Maybe this was Logan's parents coming back from the ball, she was sure she had seen them there hadn't she. As the sound grew closer she recognize the sound of hoof beats striking gravel, pulling to a stop in what had to be the front of the house. When she heard the front door open and footsteps coming up a set of stairs, she began to rock in her chair. It took a few tries but she managed to make a loud thunking noise with the motion, the only cry for help she had at her disposal. Both the footsteps in the hall and the ones on the stair halted for a moment before opening the door to her room.

"What do you think your doing making that racket?" Simms voice demanded. Rogue could only glare at him in response. Behind Simms another man made his way into the room and she was disappointed to see one of the other men from Colin's ambush party.

"Reckon she thought I'd come to help her," he drawled, "Missy, ain't no one going come running to help you."

Both men laughed as Rogue made a feeble lunge forward, almost upsetting her chair. When he had regained his composure the new arrival turned his attention back to Simms.

"Boss man said he needs some of that stuff from the shed out back but I can't lift it on my own."

Simms nodded then gestured to Rogue, " He going to be back here soon. Don't want to spend my whole night watching this woman."

"He's just up at Wildare, shouldn't be too much longer. I don't pity this one for what he got in store for her."

"How's that pretty face of his doing?"

"Not so pretty anymore, that piece of river trash really did a number on him. Still can't figure out how though," he said then gave Rogue a sickening smirk, "Don't worry though darling, looking at him is going to be the least of your problems. Now Simms come help me get this stuff strapped to the horse."

Both men left her then, shutting the door behind them. She waited until she was sure they had exited the house before frantically trying to loosen her bindings again. Her movements were to hurried though and the chair tipped dangerously and before she could force it to regain balance she sent herself crashing to the floor. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as she kept trying to work at the ropes from this even more difficult position. She was never going to escape. She didn't even hear the door opening again.

"Stripes?" a small sleepy voice finally registered.

Logan. She hadn't even thought he might be still at the plantation since kids were to young to attend the party. He was by her side in an instant ripping the gag from around her mouth.

"Logan, thank gawd you're here," she cried, "Do ya think ya could get meh out of these ropes?"

"Stripes what's going on? Why are you tied up?" he asked his little hands working desperately at the knots.

"It's a long story and ah don't have time ta tell it all, but do you remember Olivia's brother the man we met at the docks?" she saw him nod out of the corner of her eye, "Well sugah he is in trouble and ah got ta find him. They took him ta a place called Wildare, have ya heard of it."

"Wildare? Stripes that is nothing but an old run down plantation up the road from here. When my dad was thinking about buying it, that's why we came down here and why my dad was thinking about partnering up with Mr. Monroe. My dad decided last night he didn't want the property. My mom and him were going to the party tonight and we were going to leave tomorrow."

"Where is this place?"

"Just up the road to the north, about fifteen miles is what my dad said," Logan answered as together they got the last of the ropes to slip away from her hands.

"Listen Logan, there are two men downstairs that are going ta be back up here in a few minutes I need your help ta get rid of them so ah can leave."

"Just tell me what to do," he said as his little chest puffed out with pride.

As Rouge slipped from the last of the bonds she pointed him to a spot behind the door. Silently they slipped behind it and waited for the steps to come from below. After a few moments she could here the men climbing the stairs and their voices drifting through the hall.

Don't you think you should get, Clive," Simms voice inquired.

"I will just want to take one last look at the little lady. She sure is a pretty one, shame she can't stay that way."

Both men chuckled as they made there way into the room. There was a moment's hesitation as they gazed at the empty chair, and Rogue took that as her cue.

She sprang out from behind the door, landing a swift punch to the startled Simms stomach. He doubled over as Logan, still in his long nightshirt, tackled Clive around the knees causing the bigger man to come crashing to the floor. Simms recovered first and came at Rogue. Lifting her skirts she kicked him in the groin before sending a right hook square to his jaw. While Simms staggered she searched for a weapon and spotted the lone chair. She ran to grab it Simms lunging for her. With as much force as she could muster she brought the wood crashing down on the man head. He fell to the floor with a groan, not moving. Logan had already sent dozens of tiny punches to Clive, but was quickly getting overpowered. Rogue took one of the still intact chair legs and tossed it to the little boy. Catching it he use it as a bat, smacking the man in the head and putting him out for the count. Together they bound the two with rope and made there way downstairs.

Two horses sat tied to the post in the drive, one with two kegs tied to its sides labeled gunpowder. Rogue cut the straps causing the kegs to crash to the ground before leading the horse over to Logan.

"Logan ah need ya ta do something for meh. Take this horse and ride inta town. Go ta mah father's house and get help. Ah'm gonna ride ahead ta Wildare."

Quickly she lifted the boy onto the large horses back. Rogue went for the other horse, a light breeze catching her skirts made it hard to mount but she managed. Looking back at Logan she saw he had gone stiff atop his horse. His little nose was sniffing at the breeze like an animal on the hunt.

"Stripes you better hurry."

"What's wrong Logan?"

"Wildare is the only thing to the north of this place…" he paused unsure of how to continue.

"Logan what is it?"

"That breeze is blowing from the north and something up there is burning."

Rogue didn't wait any longer and spurred her horse down the long drive, praying she wouldn't be too late.

A/N: Ok so I had to put in little Logan because I really like him. Plus this was for all of you who wanted Rogue to kick some butt. Don't worry Colin will get his I just sadly have not decided how yet but first you'll have to see if she gets to Rene in time, remember the past life might not end happily. Hope to get the next chapter up soon. :)