Josh pulled the rifle out of the water and tossed it onto the river back. He looked up at the other ranch hands and they stared back down at him. Josh shook his head. Samantha could be anywhere and things weren't looking good. On the cliff over looking the river there had been two sets of footprints and a little blood on the ground. What scared him the most was one set of footprints was way too large to be a woman's.

Josh waded out of the water, grabbed the rifle and climbed back on his horse. They had to keep searching. His little sister was out there somewhere and he had a feeling that she wasn't safe.

Luke watched the older woman at the table across from him. She wasn't much older than him. Only by a few years. He had known her since he was fifteen years old. She had married a soldier and the soldier had been taking care of Luke ever since his parents had died. She had been like a mother to him and he loved her like he would a mother just like he loved Samantha like a sister. He felt a deep pain in his heart as he watched the woman across from him, tears running down her cheeks that she didn't even bother to wipe away. Just staring at the door, praying her daughter would just walk right back through it.

William Allen led his horse slowly through the brush with his ranch hands close behind him. He felt horrible about getting so angry with his daughter earlier. He knew it was her fault that the bull had gotten away but deep down in his heart he couldn't get past the feeling that she just wasn't safe where she was. His thoughts we're interrupted by one of his ranch hand's loud voice.

"Mr. Allen, look at those buzzards flying around over there," the man said, gazing up in the sky a few thousand yards in front of them. Dread immediately came over William. He looked up at the buzzards and started riding as fast as he could get his horse to move toward them. As William came closer to the buzzards he saw that whatever they we're flying around was hidden in the brush. He glanced around recognizing the area he was riding in. It was just about the same area that Samantha and Josh had lost the bull in only hours before. A new wave of dread came over William. William jumped off his horse and started running toward the brush. When he stepped into the brush and looked down he sighed in relief. The body he was looking down at was not Samantha's. It was the bulls.

Chavez reached into his saddle bag and pulled out two pieces of jerky. He reached his hand out toward Samantha. Samantha was angry at him and wouldn't have taken it if she hadn't been so hungry. She bit into the jerky and bit a piece off, wrinkling her nose at the strong taste. Chavez laughed and bit off a big bite from his.

"Sorry, whiskey must have dripped in the saddle bag" Chavez said, smirking at her, "adds an interesting flavor, don't you think?" Samantha rolled her eyes and bit off another bite.

"It tastes horrible," Samantha replied, glaring at him. Chavez glanced over at the girl.

"What's your first name, Miss Allen?" Chavez asked.

"You can just call me Miss Allen and we'll leave it at that," Samantha replied. Chavez sighed.

"I don't want to call you Miss Allen so I'm just gonna have to come up with something else I guess," Chavez said, pretending to think about it for second, "I got it! How about who.."

"Samantha," Samantha interrupted before Chavez could finish his sentence. She gave him a

hard glare when she saw the smirk on his face.

"What's yours?" Samantha asked, taking another bite of her jerky.

"Chavez," Chavez replied, running his fingers back through his hair after throwing what was left of his jerky into the fire. Samantha's eyes widened.

"Mexican?" Samantha asked. The glare she got from Chavez told her that she had offended him.

"Mexican Indian," Chavez replied. Samantha nodded and laid back on the bed roll.

"Sorry," Samantha whispered just loud enough for Chavez to hear her. Chavez just nodded and laid back, using his saddle bag for a pillow. Samantha glanced over at Chavez.

"You can sleep on the bed roll if you want," Samantha whispered. Chavez glanced over at her.

"Is that an invitation, Samantha," Chavez asked, smirking at her. Samantha groaned and rolled over onto her side with her back to him.