Okay, here we go, we'll be getting into some of Sara and King's backstory! I know I've been looking forward to this too! I've always loved writing their story, and I hope you all love reading it!

The next night was quiet as the three sat at their previous campsite outside Chatanooga, Sara was sitting on the ground in front of King while he sat on a rock, leaning back against his knees while he and Django ate, she mostly pushed her food around like she did at nights. "You need to eat Sweetheart." King spoke in Sara's ear softly and she looked up at him and smiled softly.

"I am." She informed him and he chuckled as he pulled her hood back and kissed the top of her head. She shot him a semi amused, semi annoyed look as she pulled her hood back up, blocking her head from the chilly wind.

"How'd you know Broomhilda's first masters was German?" Django spoke up, cueing the two in on what he had been thinking about quietly while he was eating.

"Broomhilda is a German name." King replied as he looked over at Django. "If they named her it stands to reason that they'd be German."

"Lots'a gals where you from named Broomhilda?" Django asked.

"Broomhilda is the name of a character in the most popular of all the German legends." King explained.

"There's a story 'bout Broomhilda?" Django asked, looking over at King.

"Oh yes, yes." King nodded. Django set his plate down on the rock he was sitting on and walked over to where the Schultz's were sitting and looked down at King and then Sara.

"You know it?" he asked casually.

"Oh every German knows that story." King replied, making Django sit down about two feet in front of Sara. She looked up at her husband and rubbed his knee softly making him smile as he put his hand on her shoulder. "Would you like me to tell it?" he asked Django who nodded. "Well," King started. "Broomhilda was a princess. She was the daughter of Vuton, the god of all gods. Anyway, her father is really mad at her-"

"Wha'd she do?" Django asked, already enthralled by the story.

"I can't exactly remember, she disobeyed him in some way. So he puts her on top of a mountain."

"Broomhilda's on a mountain?" Django asked.

"It's a German legend," Sara said suddenly. "There's always going to be a mountain in there somewhere." She shrugged before looking at King who smiled lightly with a small scoff.

"And he puts a fire breathing dragon there to guard the mountain; and he surrounds her in a circle of hellfire. And there Broomhilda shall remain; unless a hero arises brave enough to save her."

"Does a fella arise?" Django asked.

"Yes Django," King chuckled lightly. "As a matter of fact he does. A Fella named Siegfried."

"Does Siegfried save her?" he asked making King smile as he looked at the former slave and nod.

"Quite spectacularly so." He replied. "He scales the mountain because he's not afraid of it, he slays the dragon because he's not afraid of him, and he walks through hellfire, because Broomhilda's worth it."

"I know how he feel." Django told King who was smiling gently as he looked at Django.

"I think I'm just starting to realize that." He admitted to Django. He sighed as he continued to look at Django before he put his hand over Sara's shoulder again and looked down at her in thought for a moment. "So, look, Django, I don't doubt that one day you'll save your lady love, but I can't let you go to Greenville in good conscience." He sighed, voicing what the two had spoken about the night previously before they went to sleep. "A slave auction town in Mississippi isn't the place for you to visit."

"Free or not, do you really think they'll honor that?" Sara asked softly, she knew slavers, she knew the mentality they had about honoring things like that and she knew that it was more likely for the people in Greenville to see a freed slave and take them and force them back into slavery than allow them to be free as they were legally allowed to be.

"I'm afraid my wife is, as always, correct. It's just too dangerous." "Let me ask you a question," King stood up and Sara shifted so he could step away from her and towards Django. "How do you like the bounty hunting business?" he knelt down in front of their new friend and looked at him curiously.

"Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like." Django replied simply, Sara smiling at his response before she took another bite of her food.

"You have to admit, we all make a good team." King commented and Django looked at Sara who smiled at him.

"I think we're a good team too," she told him.

"I thought you was mad at me for killing Big John and Lil Raj." Django admitted as he looked back at King as Sara got up and brought the dish to the wash basin.

"Yeah, on that occasion you were a tad overzealous, but normally that's a good thing." King shrugged. "Sara and I have been thinking, how would you like to partner up for the winter?"

"What you mean partner up?" Django asked.

"You work with us through the winter 'till the snow melts. We give you a third of our bounties, so we all make some money this winter, and when the snow melts, we'll take you to Greenville ourselves, and we'll find where they sent your wife." It was silent for a long moment while Django seemed to mull this over before he finally spoke up without looking at King as he asked softly.

"Why you care what happens to me?" he asked. "Why you care if I find my wife?"

"Frankly," King replied as he looked at Django. "I've ever given anybody their freedom before, and now that I have, I feel vaguely responsible for you. Plus, when a German meets a real life Siegfried, that's kind of a big deal." King joked lightly, but paused when he got no response from Django. "As a German, I'm obliged to help you on your quest to rescue your Broomhilda ."

"What 'bout your wife?" he nodded to Sara who was washing off her plate. "What she gonna do?"

"She's gonna help." Sara laughed softly as she turned and looked at them.

"You sure you wanna do that?" Django asked and she smiled.

"Face it sweetheart, you're family now." She stood up slowly and carefully before she walked over to Django and laid her hand on his shoulder. King extended his hand and Django looked at it before shaking his hand firmly. The deal was struck.

The next day they traveled back into Chatanooga after packing up the camp, Sara wished the boys well as they went off to get Django some better winter clothes and a saddle for Tony while she made her way to the stores she needed to visit. She had a small list of things she needed to buy, food, some supplies, and a new pair of boots for herself since hers were becoming increasingly worn out.

When King finally met up with her it was a store where she was looking at different sewing needles. "Is yours finally done?" he asked and she smiled.

"It's not completely done," she admitted. "It's just nice to think about buying new ones sometimes," she explained as she looked at the packet of five needles. "These ones come from London," she told him before smiling and shaking her head at the shopkeeper who started to close the package.

"Wait wait," King held a hand out to the man and then looked at Sara. "Do you want them?" he asked and she looked at him.

"Of course I want them," she laughed. "But I don't need new needles, I have my old ones-"

"We'll take the needles," he looked at the shopkeeper and she sighed as she looked at her husband who looked incredibly proud of himself.

"You spoil me," she said as she leaned against his arm and he wrapped his arm around her, kissing her cheek and then neck gently.

"I do no such thing," he replied as he ran his hand along her back gently. "Besides, we are going to the snow soon- we may need you to sew us some new warmer clothes," he reminded her and she smiled as she looked up at him and nodded.

"Okay," she agreed. "I need some more thread for sure though," she told him and he nodded as he paid for the things his wife needed at the store.

"I don't think I've done this since I was a child." Sara laughed as she and Django set about packing snow together and rolling it to form a ball.

"I ain't never done it." Django replied, both of their faces were flushed and both of them were grinning widely.

"Ooh- Careful, almost lost part of it." Sara grinned as she packed some more snow together, making a good base for the snowman.

"Where you learn ta do this?" he asked as she started rolling the second part of the snowman.

"My father, he showed me and my sisters." She replied before looking up at him with a breathless smile and holding out her hand. "Help me up Django." She requested and he took her hands and pulled her to her feet. "Okay, put that part on the base," she told him as she swayed a little on her feet and the uneven ground and Django held her arms to steady her.

"Careful." He put his hand on her stomach and she laughed.

"I'm alright," she brushed him off as she leaned down to start scooping together more snow for the head.

"I didn't know you got sisters." He commented as he moved the second ball she made to the base of the snowman for her.

"Yeah, three." She replied. "Myrtle, Iris, and Shannon." She listed them off as she scooped together the snow for the head and he put it on top. She started packing more snow onto the snowman and he helped do the same when he realized what she was doing.

"They all from Ireland too?" he asked and she shook her head.

"No, no, just me. I was about seven years old when we came to the States, mother was pregnant with Myrtle and Iris, they're twins you see." She replied.

"That where you met King, on you way over?" he asked curiously and she shook her head.

"No." she laughed lightly. "King and his brother were already over here."

"So how you meet him? How you two got married? Where his brother at?" Django asked as they worked on packing the snowman together and looked around it to look at her eagerly.

"Uh, Well," Sara chuckled lightly as she thought about it. "It's a long story." she explained. "It's not like we just met and fell in love and got married- there's some twists and turns to it."

"We got all winter." Django pointed out and she sighed lightly before looking at him.

"You really want to know?" she asked and he nodded eagerly. "Okay." She replied before thinking back. "I met Schultz when I was ten years old for the first time. He was a dentist then." She explained. "I knew who he was, he and his brother were pretty well known in town."

"What his brother did?" Django asked.

"He was a trapper, he'd hunt and trap animals for their skins, his skins were legendary, people would come for miles to trade with him." She smiled softly at the memory of Klaus Schultz. "But that's not where the story starts."

"It ain't?"

"No, the story starts one day when I was about sixteen years old." She replied as she smiled thinking back on it.

The relationship, like most, started with a simple flirtation. Dr. Schultz had been Sara's dentist for many years, when they had settled in Nebraska in town. The town was a hub for people traveling west, and they saw many strangers through town, which made it profitable for their family. Sara had been ten years old when they settled there, but at fifteen she had surpassed all of her peers in school and had taken her exams early. It was because of her ability to take her exams early and because of the teaching shortage that Sara had been given a license to teach and had been given a school out fifty miles from home in the plains.

She had a cousin who had built a farmstead on the plains, about a mile from the schoolhouse that was to act as a schoolhouse to the children of farmers and settlers out there who wanted their children to go to school. Because her cousin had settled there with his wife and child it was decided that Sara would be allowed to go to work at the school, she would live with her cousin and his wife, help with the baby and help with chores while she was there and during school breaks her father would come collect her from the house and bring her back to town.

It was during one such break when Sara was almost seventeen that she first met up with Dr. Schultz again, she was out with her sisters and a few girlfriends from when she was in school, they were all walking through town, set on spending the money their fathers had given them to buy trivial things to waste away the afternoon and one of her friends, Abby wanted to go to the dress shop to see if there were any new store made dresses that she would want.

As they converged into the store Sara stepped to the side to allow a befuddled and amused looking man out of the store with a small laugh. "Excuse me ladies," he chuckled in his good natured way as he stepped outside and Sara smiled as she looked up at him. It wasn't a long way to look, he wasn't particularly tall, but Sara had always been a shorter girl for her age.

"Excuse us Dr. Schultz," Sara smiled as she stepped to the side to allow him to leave the store.

"My my, Sara Gallagher, is that you?" Dr. Schultz asked with a smile. "Where have you been keeping yourself?"

"I've been teaching." she told him with a proud smile. "I have an entire school out in the plains," she couldn't help but boast, most girls had to be sixteen to even get their license, but she had gotten it early and she was only sixteen and was running her own school.

"My goodness that is good news." he said and she nodded.

"It is." She agreed with a happy smile.

"And when you are not teaching, what are you doing then?"

"I'm staying with my cousin and his wife, when school is out for the break I'm helping tutor the children who need extra help in the back area of my father's shop." She told him.

"Well you sound like quite the busy bee." he said and she smiled gently.

"I am, but it is nice to feel needed."

"Ah that is a feeling I know less and less about."

"Business is not good?" she asked and he sighed slightly.

"Oh, don't you worry about it." he shook his head.

"Well if you need help sometime, I can look over your books- my father has me do the same for his shop." she gestured over to the barber shop her father owned across the street before realizing how presumptuous that could come across. "Not that I think you need any help with your shop or anything-"

"Please, Sara," he smiled. "It's quite alright. I'll talk to your father about when would work for me to have you come look over my books," he smiled at her and she smiled back before Mr. Greene opened the door to the shop and looked at Dr. Schultz.

"Dr. Schultz, you forgot your slip," he said as he held it out.

"Ah, thank you very much Mr. Greene," he smiled gratefully at Mr. Greene then looked back to Sara. "It was a pleasure to see you Mein Schatz," he said as he reached up to tip his hat to her.

"Pleasure to see you too sir." she replied as he took the slip and then went about his day, as did Sara, going back to her excursion with her sisters and friends.

Their next encounter would take place a few days later. Sara's father was the town barber and sooner or later everyone from town ended up in his seat at some point, some people regularly, other people not so regularly. It was Dr. Schultz's regular visit that brought him through the doors of the Gallagher shop.

Sara was cleaning up from her lesson for the day when Dr. Schultz walked in. "Ah, Dr. Schultz," Sara heard her father say from behind the curtain. "I was wondering if you were going to come in today."

"I would be nothing if not regular Mr. Gallagher." He replied and Sara smiled as she imagined him taking his hat off and putting it on the coat rack.

"Sara, will you bring me a warm towel please?" her father called back to her and she quickly got what he wanted from the metal drawer he kept towels in, under the drawers was a small compartment for hot coals that kept the towels warm. She pushed back the curtain and Dr. Schultz smiled seeing her.

"Ah, Sara, did I miss the class?" he asked and she smiled.

"I'm afraid just." She replied. "If you're interested in taking it, I'd recommend showing up a little earlier." She teased him and he smiled.

"Pity," he sighed. "I looked forward to hearing you teach your students mathematics or whatever it is you happen to be teaching in your lessons."

"Sara is amazing at mathematics." Her father replied as Dr. Schultz sat in the barber chair. "She surpassed most of the boys in her grade and her own teacher. Oftentimes when she's back from the plains I have Sara do the books for the shop here for me,"

"It does not surprise me you've raised a very capable young woman Mr. Gallagher." Dr. Schultz replied as her father took the warm towel from Sara who smiled at her father and then looked at Dr. Schultz who gave the young woman a small wink.

"Your usual shave today?"

"If you don't mind." Dr. Schultz replied as Sara stepped away to finish cleaning up and then went to a table pushed against the wall where a sewing machine was set up.

"Seems to me like you're starting to grow in some grays." Sara's father commented.

"Must you mention it in front of the young lady?" Dr. Schultz asked with a good natured laugh.

"Oh don't mind me," Sara said with a smile. "I'm afraid my mother has claimed the use of our sewing machine, I was able to borrow the old one they used at Mr. Friel's but I must only use it here. If I am an inconvenience, I can pull the curtain closed."

"Oh no Miss Gallagher, that is not necessary." Dr. Schultz said quickly. "I was merely saying that your father pointing out my gray hair would turn me into little other than the old dentist to a young lady such as yourself."

"Personally, I think it makes you look distinguished." she said as she started to measure the material for the new dress she was going to be making for herself.

"Please Miss Gallagher, you flatter me," he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips as her father applied the warm towel and Sara smiled as she marked out places on the fabric she had bought the day before.

The days Sara had classes Dr. Schultz always seemed to come in for his shave. Some days he would show up in time to listen to her lecture, other days he would come in after the lecture while Sara was working on her dresses, the two of them talking and joking with one another, her father always laughing at the way the two of them talked together, as if they were old friends, or as if Dr. Schultz was trying to charm his daughter.

Franklin knew that his daughter was beautiful, and that someday she would be courted, and while he had always hoped it would be by an educated man who would not discourage Sara from being who she was, he never thought it would be by the town dentist who had known the family since Sara was a child. The thought was slightly unsettling to him at first, before he realized that neither of them even realized what they were doing.

Neither of them thought of it as courting, they just talked together, laughed together, and he soon realized they were growing feelings for each other. It settled Franklin's sour stomach to think that Schultz had no dark motive towards his daughter, at least none that he could see, but that he was honestly charmed by the young woman, and she was slowly becoming charmed by him.

Uggghhhhhh I love their story so much! Let me know in the comments how you feel about the two stories at once, because I absolutely adore the two of them together and writing them as they fall in love is so sweet.