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 11
CD paced the floor back and forth. Trivette had been gone way too long. He could hear the wind howling outside the cabin,and wondered if he should try to go out and look for them. One look at the Culliver brothers told him he would have to delay that plan.
"You know if that little lady is hurt, you will pay in more ways than one."
"You mean if she lives through the night old man, not if she is hurt," Culliver sneered
Chuck Culliver snickered at his brother's comment. "They'll never make it back alive, and even if they do, she ain't got much time, anyway."
A backhand by CD wiped the smug look from his face, but it did not erase the sinking feeling in CD's gut that he would not like the condition Walker and Alex came back in. His grip on his thirty eight tightened and his pacing resumed.
Trivette and Walker trudged through the now six inches of snow. It rarely snowed this deep, even in the remote place the cabin was in. Trivette rolled his eyes; it seemed fate had decided to be cruel, as it felt like the temperature was dropping even further. The howling winds killed any speech between Walker and himself. The only sound they heard was the occasional coyote off in the distance. Trivette wanted to sit down, and he was about to suggest a rest when he heard Walker's shout over the howl of the wind.
"It is just up ahead!"
Trivette sighed in relief. He adjusted Alex in his arms, but inside he could not get rid of the lump of fear that was growing. Alex did not open her eyes, even after pleading with her to do so. She just lay there, limp, and yet her face showed pain. Trivette hurried his pace and caught up with Walker as they passed the Dodge Ram. Walker did not stop; he walked straight toward the front door, motioning for Trivette to follow.
CD turned as the front door came flying open and Walker stepped inside, followed by Trivette carrying Alex.
Walker caught sight of Culliver tied up, and his eyes flickered with malice. He did not speak, nor did he give off any indication of his inten before he wrapped his hands around Roger Culliver's throat.
"What did you do! Tell me what you did to her!" he screamed, his hands cutting off any reply Culliver could have given.
"Cordell! Stop it! You are gonna kill him!" CD yelled, trying to pry Walker's fingers from Culliver's throat. It was all too easy, for Walker seemed to lose all the fight in him and sank to the floor, exhaustion taking over.
"Jimmy, I'll watch these two, you take Alex in there and lay her down on the bed, and see if you can get Cordell to go with you."
Trivette carried Alex over to the bedroom, kicking the door open as he went in, and laid her down carefully. Walker swept past him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Alex was unconscious again, but at least she was breathing, albeit in short gasps.
Now that they were in the light of the bedroom, the extent of her injuries was clearly visible -- the sweat drenched brow, the black and blue tinge of her face.
"Good Lord, what happened to her?" CD said, standing just inside the doorway.
Walker didn't answer; he lifted the bottom of Alex's shirt and everyone gasped. Alex's abdomen was covered in welts, They were crisscrossed across her stomach and many had been rubbed to the point that they were bleeding, but the thing that worried Walker the most was the large bruise at the base of her navel -- the size of a boot, Roger Culliver's boot, no doubt. Walker carefully covered Alex with the sheet from the bed and walked back out of the room.
Riger Culliver sneered at the sight of Cordell Walker. He laughed as Walker came nearer, but the smug look on his face did not end there.
"What did you do to her. Tell me what you did and what this poison is and I will not kill you." Walker demanded.
"So I see you need a favor from me, but am I willing to oblige you?"
Walker grabbed Culliver by his hair, snatching out a huge chuck of it as he did.
"Fine, no sense in doing all that, just remember you asked to know," Culliver said with a smirk.
"See, your lovely lady there only had to cooperate, but she was unwillingly to give me any of her affection. I gave her flowers, even cooked her a nice steak dinner, but still she denied any love for me. Well now, that didn't sit well with me, and she had to be punished. I whipped her like the brazen whore she is. True, she fought back, but that was in vain." The look in Walker's eyes sent shivers down Trivette's back, but he was too busy holding CD back from Culliver to do anything else. "See, I even stole a kiss from your lovely girlfriend, but she spat in my face. Now see, I couldn't let that slide, so I tried to get what I wanted. See this gash here? Your Ms. Cahill did that; tried to gouge my eyes out, the little bitch, so I held her down and poured the poison in her. She didn't fight long after that."
"Did you touch her?" Walker screamed.
"No, not that I didn't try, mind you, but she fought me tooth and nail till the poison kicked in, and then you showed up. She does have a nice set of legs, though."
"What kind of poison was it?" CD screamed, spittle flying from his mouth.
"Now see, that is my little secret. I can't give them all away, now can I, or what will have to guarantee you won't kill me outright."
All three men were furious; all three wanted to wipe the smug look off Culliver's face, but it was the sight of Alex staggering into the room and collapsing that brought the whole room to a standstill.