A/N: Sorry that it has taken so long to update. College is just nuts. I had papers to do so this got pushed aside for awhile. But I hope you guys like it.

Chapter Six

"Where's Frank?" Bob asked as he tied his horse next to Jesse's.

Jesse only shrugged. He didn't know what to say. He walked inside the old church and sat down. Bob followed and took a seat behind him. The empty church had come to life. Bob, Cole, Jim, and Tom had arrived along with Lonnie and Clell. The only one who hadn't come was Frank. Jesse ran his hand through his hair as he thought about what could have happened to his brother.

"I didn't find his trail," Tom said suddenly.

Jesse looked over at his Indian and nodded. He knew that Tom wouldn't find his trail. There was no way to tell which way Frank went when the shooting got so bad. He sighed and stood up. He walked over to one of the windows. There was a rain falling on the stain glass. It made some of the saints look like they were crying. Jesse understood how they felt. He knew deep in his soul that he could not do this with out Frank.

"Should we go look for him?" Jim asked.

Jesse looked over at the young man. He shrugged a little, not really sure what he should answer. He thought about going out there, but what would be the point. The rain would wash any signs of a trail away.

"I think we should wait until morning," Cole said.

Jesse clinched his fist at hearing Cole speak. He wanted to turn around and hit him. This had been his idea. However he only stared out at the storm and said a silent prayer.

"Frank could be dead by morning," Jim argued.

Jim had always been close to Frank. It was like having another big brother except that Frank was a lot kinder than Cole. The young man started to pace and finger his gun. Jesse looked over at him and then turned back to the window.

"Jim," Cole yelled out of nowhere. "Sit down and be still! You are starting to give me a headache."

"But," Jim started.

"Sit Down!"

Jim sat down at the alter defeated. He glared at Cole through tear filled eyes. Bob walked over and sat down next to him. Jesse watched the two of them.

"I'm going to find him," he said, grabbing his hat.

Cole quickly jumped in front of him. "You can't!"

Jesse pushed Cole aside and reached for the door. Cole unexpectedly smacked Jesse away. Jesse jumped up and rammed Cole, knocking him through the door. Both men jumped up as the cold rain started hitting them.

"Frank is my brother!" Jesse yelled. "I'm not leaving him to die somewhere."
Cole growled. He went to touch his gun when Jesse pulled his. He quickly cocked it and waited for Cole's next move.

"You going to shot me, Jesse?" Cole mocked.

"I've thought about it," Jesse retorted. "Now get out of my way!"

"Jesse, Frank is my cousin, and I don't want anything to happen to him but we have to think about this. If you go out looking for him someone is going to find you."

Jesse lowered his gun, but he kept it ready. He let the rain fall down his face. This was not how it was suppose to be. He shook some of the water off and turned back toward the church. He knew what Cole was saying was true. He looked out at the night covered countryside. Somewhere Frank was out there. He just hoped that he was safe.