AN: Someone said that the last version of this chapter was full of html code, so I've replaced it. I should've checked it, but I will from now on. Thanks for your patience and kudos to the person who let me know. On with the story.

Ch. 22

The man across from Henry let out a deep sigh, clearly stunned by what his daughter had to say. Henry was proud of Vic. She spoke to him without obscenities and without shouting. She told him what she needed to be comfortable and how she felt in no uncertain terms. She even made a point to say that she didn't ask Walt to intervene, though he was not sure why.

"Henry, I don't think I'll be able to fix this. I don't even know where to begin. This goes much deeper than her decision to turn in a dirty cop."

"You have taken the first few steps by opening the lines of communication set forth by Walt, coming here and meeting with Vic on her terms. I can assure you that Walt set down the first set of rules, but Vic set down the rest. Yielding to their wishes, you have shown us that you are sincere about repairing your relationship with her."

"I am. I know that my actions will say more to her than my words can. We've all done horrible things to her, but I may be the worst of all of us."

"And yet, you are the only one here. I believe that if you truly listen to what she has to say and you are honest with her, she will give you a chance. Underneath her tough exterior, Vic has a tender heart. She has been the catalyst for Cady and Walt to mend their relationship, as well as strengthening mine and Walt's. Maybe seeing her here in Wyoming, instead of in Philadelphia, will enable you to see her as we do. Not the baby sister who never measured up, but as a strong, independent woman who is respected and beloved by the community she serves and the people she loves. She once said to me friends are the family that you choose. I am honored she chose me."

Henry studied Victor as he took in what was said. He really didn't want to like this man, after everything he heard, but Victor has his respect for being the one to initiate contact with Walt and Vic.

"You're a wise man, Henry Standing Bear. I hope you're right."

—-—

Walt ushered Vic and Cady to Henry's office for privacy. Vic was crying and Cady was thoughtful as they made their way in and sat down. Walt sat on the couch with Vic and Cady sat across from them in the chair. Walt spoke to her quietly.

"I'm proud of you, Vic. It took a lot of courage to say those things to your father."

"Me too. Especially the last part. I know how hard it is to tell your dad how he hurt you."

Walt pressed his lips together as Cady spoke. He thought of the rift between them after Martha's death and silently renewed his vow never to let things get that bad between them again.

Vic was calming down and accepted tissues from Cady.

"Thanks. I appreciate you both for getting me out of there for a few minutes."

"Do you want to leave, Vic? I can drive you home while Dad and Henry have dinner with him."

"No. He won't be here long and he's made such an effort. I've never spoken to him like that and just lost my shit over it. I'm ok now."

"Alright then. I'll give you and Dad a few minutes."

"Hey Cady?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for your support in all this. It means a lot to me."

"Anytime, Vic! Us girls gotta stick together out here in the land of men."

They both grinned as Cady left them alone.

"You ok, Vic?"

Walt kissed her on the forehead as he pulled her further into his embrace.

"I will be. Everything's so churned up right now. I'm ready to go back and get this, whatever it's going to be, done for the night."

He pulled her up off the couch after pushing himself to his feet. Opening his arms, he embraced her once more.

"You can do this Vic. We're all here for you."

He let her go and followed her out of the office and back to the table, where they finally ordered their meals. Conversation fell to small talk mostly. Stories of the more eccentric citizens of Absaroka County, Vic's numerous encounters with the local wildlife and some personal background information for Victor on each of her chosen family members. Once the meals were consumed, dishes cleared and drinks refilled, Vic felt the need to speak once more.

"Dad I know I said a lot before and it wasn't easy for you to hear. I'm glad you're here. I'm glad you're making an effort. I love you, Dad, in spite of everything that's happened. I don't like you very much at the moment, but I do love you. We usually have breakfast together on Saturday mornings. Tomorrow will be special since all of us can be there. I would like for you to join us tomorrow, since you're here."

"I'd love to, Victoria."

"I will pick you up, Victor, since the hotel is not far from here. I will be there at 7:30."

"Thank you, Henry. I appreciate it."

"You are welcome. Now I must excuse myself and tend to some duties. Thank you for coming to share a meal with us."

"Victor, I'll bring you back to the hotel. Punk, you can drive Vic home if that's ok with both of you."

Cady and Vic nodded.

"Cady, can I see you outside for a moment?"

He looked at Vic, wanting to give her and her Dad a moment together. She nodded that it was ok and he walked out of the Pony with Cady at his side.

—-—

Victor stood and motioned to the seat next to Vic.

"May I?"

His daughter nodded so he sat down in the chair and turned his body to face her.

"Victoria."

She wouldn't meet his eyes, so he took a chance and gently touched the crook of his finger to her chin to turn her face to him.

"Hey. I'm proud of you kiddo. It took a lot of courage to say those things to me, especially in front of everyone and after everything I've done. I'm finally seeing you for who you are…a beautiful, articulate woman who is strong and brave. I won't keep you. I know it's been an emotional few days for you with me showing up here. I want to say thank you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for telling me how you feel and what you need. Thank you for making me feel welcome into the family you have built here. They have been more than gracious, as have you. I love you, Victoria."

He stood to leave and felt her hand grasp his, as she stood. She pulled him toward her and he opened his arms, hoping she wanted the hug he was afraid to ask for. She clung to him and sighed, which was enough for him. He held her and whispered his love and remorse to her. He could feel the tears sliding down his cheeks. Tears of remorse. Tears of relief. Tears of hope for their future. She pulled back after a couple minutes. She took out her handkerchief and handed it to her Dad. She knew he was a lot like Walt and wouldn't want her to think him weak for his tears.

"Let's go, Dad, or I'll start up with the waterworks again."

They both quietly laughed and headed for the door, knowing that some progress was made.

TBC