Summary: A ransom leads to a very long weekend for Walker and Alex
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A/N: First attempt at a Walker fic, be nice
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Chapter 7
Trivette and CD had checked out Walker's ranch.
"I swear, Jimmy, if he has touched one hair on Alex's head I will string him up somewhere for the vultures."
"Don't worry, CD, you will have to stand in line behind Walker, I am sure."
CD could see the frustration on Jimmy's face, and the tone of his voice was harsh.
"Why wouldn't you let me go and search the crime scene when I wanted?" Trivette said, finally releasing the question that had been eating him up inside.
CD came over and placed his hand on Trivette's shoulder. "Now, Jimmy, I know you are one of the best darn rangers there is in the state of Texas, but I also know your stubborness. Your heart would have led the investigation, not your brain."
"I could have handled anything that they threw at me. Why would you keep me away? Walker is my partner," Trivette argued.
"Look, son, we searched his ranch and found the blood split there. We have searched every warehouse where Walker was supposed to be. There were over twelve warehouses there. Don't you think we might have tipped Culliver off if we had gone in there guns blazing. Your temper would have gotten the best of you, and he might have killed Alex and Walker."
"Who's to say they aren't already dead? We found the blood, CD. What if it was Walker's or Alex's."
"Don't you worry none; it is being checked right now in the lab. It was type O, and Walker does not have type O blood."
"What about Alex?"
CD hung his head. "That I don't know."
"I can't take standing around here doing nothing at all. I am going to check the cabin again, anything to keep my mind off what might be happening."
CD opened the car door and got in. "Well, come on then. I know you didn't think I was going to let you go alone."
Trivette got in his car and revved the engine up, squealing the tires as he left CD's. He was worried, and it showed.
Walker had spent the first two hours trying to scoot closer to Alex, only to have his body thrown to the opposite side of the truck each time Culliver took a curve. His own body ached, and Walker knew Alex was as close to death as she could be. She no longer made any noise, even at the pleading of Walker. He could see her lips again turning a bluish hue and her face was as pale as a sheet. Before he could try and wiggle closer to her, Culliver went around another curve, sending Walker into the side of the truck hard.
Walker was angry, not only with Culliver, but at himself. He had broken every law the indians had taught him. He had gone in alone, not taking anyone with him. He had let his heart over rule his mind, and now he was trapped. The indian way was to escape, and Walker knew he could have long ago, but he knew he could not have gotten far with Alex injured as she was, and he was not about to leave her behind.
Walker scooted back over once again. In his anger he had tried to break the ropes binding his wrists, and now they were bleeding. He should have known better, as the ropes were his own, given to him by White Eagle -- ropes of the finest quality, and not ones that would break. Walker settled for scooting closer to Alex, mumbling through the gag for her to open her eyes. She didn't, and his anxiety grew tenfold. He nuzzled her face with his and laid his head against hers. As he glanced up, he saw that they were no more than a few minutes from the cabin, for the trees he could see were frosted over with ice above him. He hoped that Trivette would not give up the search for Alex and himself. He smiled, knowing that his partner would search night and day to find them; that brought a small bit of comfort to his mind. Now if only Alex could hold on that long.
"Jimmy, if you don't mind, I would like to survive to see Walker and Alex; slow down."
Trivette snapped his head up. He had been lost in thought and, when he looked at the gauge, noticed he was driving ninety down a country road. He slowly eased his foot from the gas pedal and heard CD sigh with relief.
He noticed that they were no longer in town. He knew that he had seen the town not too long ago and wondered just how long he had been thinking. Walker was his only thought -- Walker, the man he looked up to, the one who had trained him as a ranger and accepted him from the beginning.
He had seen Walker get out of far worse messes than this, so where was he? Trivette was so lost in thought he did not hear CD calling his name until the man jerked his arm, almost sending them both careening off the road.
"Why did you do that?"
"You haven't heard a word I said, Jimmy. I asked if that looked like Walker's truck back at that store."
Jimmy shook his head. "That was not Walker's truck; his has a small dent on the tailgate. I know because I hit a telephone pole backing it up. I didn't even tell him about it because I thought he would be angry."
CD stared into the eyes of Trivette, the man he thought of as a friend, and saw regret and pain in those brown eyes staring back at him. "We'll find them, don't you worry. Someone watches over people like Walker."
"I hope you're right, CD, I hope you're right."
Meanwhile...
Walker had almost fallen asleep when the truck brakes slammed and sent him flying. His head smacked off the side of the bed of the truck, causing him to screamed out, and when he screamed, Alex stirred. She didn't wake, not when Culliver dragged her out of the truck, or when he dumped them both in the livingroom of the cabin.
It was only a one bedroom cabin, with the couch turning into a bed, so that is where Culliver placed Walker and Alex, tossing Alex as if she were a rag doll.
"Roger, we have got to get out of town. Can't we get rid of them, before we end up in jail or, worse, with every Texas Ranger on our tail. They must be looking for these two."
"Don't worry, I have plans for these two come morning. Go watch them; I don't want them escaping tonight, not before I can set my plans into motion."
Chuck went to do as his brother asked, but seeing how the woman was asleep, he didn't see the need to watch them so closely. Sure, Walker was no longer tied, but Chuck knew he had the gun. One wrong move from either of them, and he would not hesitate to kill them.
Roger Culliver sat at the kitchen table drinking a beer from the refrigerator, with a sandwich sitting in front of him. He motioned for his brother to join him, but he made sure his rifle was kept on both Alex and Walker.
Walker pulled Alex to him and noticed how shallow her breathing was, how hot her skin felt to the touch, and wondered what Roger Culliver had planned for them later. Culliver had spoken of something he wished to do, but Walker had no clue. Before anymore thoughts could enter his mind, he saw Culliver get up and walk towards him, just as Alex woke up. His muscles tensed; he was ready for a fight.