Here is Chapter 4! Don't forget that I have pictures that go along with the story up on LJ. Just click on my profile and go to the LJ link.


"Sir, look at this," An officer got Cano's attention.

"I'll be damned," Cano said as he was given a tube of lipstick. He knew it had to be Blair's. "I guess that kid was right for following his heart." Cano bent down to study the foot prints, "They went this way."

Cano and his officers followed the trail of foot prints.

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Cade demanded that everyone move all night long. This was common for all three of them, but it definitely was not common for Blair. She was practically falling asleep on her feet.

Blair suddenly tripped over a rock and flew forward. She skidded across the dirt and rocks. She then burst into tears.

"Pa. We should let her rest for awhile. She ain't used to all this," said Jonah. He came to Blair and helped her sit up.

"We can camp here for awhile. We all need to eat. Jonah, see if you can round up some easy game," Cade instructed and the boy did what he was told.

"Horace, sit here with her, I will find some fresh water," Cade announced.

When Blair heard that she was going to be left alone with Horace, she flinched, "NO! I want you to stay here. Send him for the water." Blair was terrified of Horace. So far, Cade seemed to be the lesser of two evils.

"Well, now. Looks like she's gone sweet on ya!" Horace snickered. He then grabbed two empty canteens and went in search of fresh water.

Blair shuttered. She then hugged her knees to her chest and put her head down on them.

Cade was baffled. A woman never came a long this quickly. He always needed to force them. Maybe there was something special about his young girl. Maybe she did like him, "Is that true? Is that why you wanted me to stay?" He asked.

"I don't trust your nephew?" Blair shuttered as she spoke.

"Why?" Cade asked.

"Well, why should I trust any of you? You've kidnapped me. I am nothing but your hostage," Blair hissed at Cade! Then she hid her head in her arms.

"We don't see ya that way," the older man informed her. He tried to pet her head, but Blair flinched away.

"Horace is an animal. He wants me for himself. He tried to attack me twice," Blair confessed.

"No. Horace and Jonah know that I would send their asses to an early grave if they's ever crossed me. No, No. Youse angry at me from takin' ya away from your man," Cade tried to make sense of the situation.

Blair saw right through it and gave him a Bass smirk, "Let's say, for argument's sake, that I am not going to see Chuck ever again. Lying about Horace is not going to make him suddenly appear. I have no reason at all to lie, it's not going to get me Chuck, it's not going to get me home, it's not going to get me anything." Blair stared Cade down as she spoke, she was happy to see his resolve crumble a little bit.

Cade's nerves knotted and his anger rose. With all his might, he slapped Blair across the face.

He hit her so hard that she fell sideways. She had already been sitting, so it was not a far fall to the ground. It was a hard enough fall to scrap the side of her face. She reached her hand up to feel her throbbing cheek that had just been hit. It was going to leave a bruise.

Cade grabbed her by her blouse and pulled her forward, "You better not talk trash again!" He pushed her backward.

"You're just mad because you know it's true!" Blair screamed and sobbed. "Chuck! Please fine me! Chuck, Baby, I love you! Please find me!" Blair cried and cried and yelled for Chuck aloud. She held herself and began rocking back and forth.

"Shut the hell up!" Cade raged and kicked dirt at her. Then he turned away from her.

The older man regained his composure and walked back to Blair. He knelt in front of her, "Is that his name? Chuck?"

"Yes." Blair whispered.

"Youse ain't never gonna see Chuck again. You might as well face up to it!" Cade stated in a deadly tone.

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"It's been a whole day, I still haven't found her," Chuck complained to Chloe.

"You will find her," Chloe soothed and rubbed his back. They were walking just behind the main party. Chuck and Chloe had become friends. Chuck liked her as a friend because she was the closest person to his own age. They had kind of paired up during the search party.

"Tell me about her. How did you meet?" Chloe asked.

"We met at parties, here and there, when we were small children. The first time we ever really talked was in kindergarten," Chuck calmed his nerves and began telling the tale.

"Charles, this way," Bart guided Chuck into the busy classroom.

It was the first day of school, Chuck was a little scared of all the new faces. He was a shy child and these new faces were kind of scary.

"Good morning, I'm Mrs. Wagner," An older woman introduced herself. She had kind eyes, so Chuck was not afraid to shake her hand.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Bass. This is Charles," Bart introduced himself and Chuck.

"It's very nice to meet both of you. Can you read your name, Charles?" Mrs. Wagner asked.

"Yes. He can read his name and small children's books. He writes his whole name, the alphabet, and all of his numbers," Bart answered.

"Very good! You're the only Charles in the class. All of the tables have name tags on them. Go find your name and that will be your seat," the cheerful teacher smiled.

Chuck then turned to Bart and hugged him. Bart patted his head and said goodbye.

After his father left, Chuck went in search of his name tag. It didn't take him long to notice that there were two kids to each table. He wondered who his partner would be. Chuck finally found his name tag and smiled. He took his little backpack off and hung it on the back of his chair.

He straightened his brown, leather backpack and nodded in appreciation. His father said it was the best backpack for little boys. He didn't need something stupid like Spiderman. Then Chuck glanced at the chair next to him. There was a fluffy, pink poodle hanging on the back of it.

"I have to sit next to a girl," Chuck whined to himself. This was a nightmare. She was going to give him cooties, he could already see the writing on the wall.

"Your a boy!" Chuck heard a girl voice. It had to be the owner of the poodle backpack. When he looked up, he saw the most beautiful pair of chocolate colored eyes that he had ever seen. He knew he had seen them before.

"This is an outrage! We are living in the age of cooties, and they make me share a desk with a boy!" The girl raged and stomped off.

As she left, Chuck got the pleasure of watching her beautiful, shiny, dark curls bounce up and down. A smirk formed on his lips. He was in love.

With a goofy grin on his face, he sat down at his desk next to the new found love of his life.

"You better not have wiped your cooties on my side of the desk!" The little girl snapped when she came back. She threw herself into her chair. "Do you have a name?" She whined rudely.

"Charles," He answered just above a whisper. "What is your name?"

"Blair Cornelia Waldorf," said the girl with a very snooty attitude.

"You know what, Blair Cornelia Waldorf?"Chuck asked.

"What?" Blair returned and rolled her eyes.

"You have the prettiest eyes, and the shiniest hair, that I have ever seen," He told the girl.

Blair's face went from snooty to giddy as a large smile stretched across her face. Maybe she could risk cooties to sit next this boy.

"That is a sweet story, Chuck. We'll find her. My father is a very determined man. All of these men are. We will find Blair, and make Cade pay for what he has done," Chloe reassured him.

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Jonah packed up a couple of rabbits. He chose rabbit because he knew that Blair was opposed to deer. While he was away from his father and cousin, he looked in Blair's purse. Inside, he found her wallet with her ID and credit cards. He also found some pictures. They were of her and some guy. Jonah assumed the guy was her husband.

He dug into her purse some more and found a compact and a small bottle of perfume. He left them on the ground, and then packed up, and walked back to camp. He put the pictures in his pocket.

As soon as he arrived he found Blair sobbing and tied to a tree, "Oh Lord!" Jonah rushed over and cut her loose. "Who did this to ya?"

"C-Cade," Blair sobbed.

Jonah looked her over. Her eyes were red from crying. She had a dark bruise on one side of her face. She had small cuts on the other side of her face, "I told ya he would turn against ya. You got off easy, He turned against my ma and put a bullet in her head."

"What happened to you and your mom?" Blair asked.

"Same that happened to you. We came to see the Native ruin, and Cade kidnapped us. He told my ma he'd kill me if she didn't come. He kept her alive for about two years. When she didn't get pregnant with his kid, he said she was damaged goods. He shot her and dumped her body like she was a dead dog. He made me call him Pa ever since," Jonah explained.

"Why do you do it?" Blair asked.

"Too scared not to. I'm gonna convince Cade to camp here for the night. You don't need to walk anymore today," Jonah said. He may not have been able to save his mother, but he would protect this girl as much as he could.

"Thank you," said Blair.

"I got somethin' for ya. Ya can't show nobody or tell nobody," Jonah explained. When Blair nodded, he handed her the pictures that he found in her purse.

"Where did you get these?" Blair eyes started watering at the sight of the pictures.

"I have your purse. It looks kinda like my mama's purse," Jonah grinned remembering his mother. "I can't give ya that right now."

Blair looked to him with confusion, but then understood, "You have been leaving a trail?"

"Shh! Yes," Jonah whispered. "Pretend like you don't know nothin'."

Blair nodded and looked at her pictures, "We had such a good time on the plane that night. It was our first official vacation as a couple. We took this picture right before we left."

"Were did you go?"

"Madrid. His father owns hotels all over the world. Since, somehow, neither one of us has ever been to Spain, Chuck wanted to go there. I was happy to let him take me." Blair giggled.

"Relax, Blair. It's just an airplane," Chuck tried to get Blair to let go of the sides of her seat. Her hands were clenched and her knuckles were turning white.

"It's an airplane that is currently traveling over the middle of the ocean," Blair panicked.

"Sweetheart, it's just like a commercial plane. Everything in here can serve as a floatation device in case of a water landing," Chuck tried to sooth her. He got up from his chair and began massaging her shoulders.

"They don't land in the water, Chuck. They CRASH!" Blair let out a small scream.

"Barbara," Chuck called to his flight attendant. "Bring scotch."

"And some wine for the lady?" Barbara asked.

"No. She needs something much stronger than wine," Chuck insisted and turned back to Blair, she still had a death grip on her chair. Chuck looked around, he turned on the plane radio. It played a familiar oldies song with a good beat. "Dance with me," Chuck commanded.

"Are you crazy?" Blair snapped, "I am sitting right here with my seat belt buckled."

Chuck walked over and unbuckled her seat belt.

"Chuck!"

Then he pulled her up and danced her around.

Blair moved with him, but also held on tightly. She listened to the sound of Chuck's voice when he began to sing along.

"Don't pull your love out on me, Baby. If you do then I think maybe, I'll just lay me down and cry for a hundred years. Don't pull your heart out on me, Honey. Take my heart, my soul, my money, but don't leave me drowning in my tears," Chuck sang jokingly with exaggerated facial expressions. He began kissing her neck, loudly, until she laughed.

"Barbara," Chuck took the two glasses the scotch from the woman and turned back to Blair.

Blair took one and gulped it down.

"Drink both," Chuck instructed.

Blair gulped the second glass and the two began dancing again.

"We just danced on the rest of plane ride. It was so romantic," Blair smiled happily.

Jonah had a tear in his eye, "My parents used to be like that. I miss them so much. I don't even know if my father is alive or dead."

"I don't know, but where ever he is, I am sure he wants you back," Blair winked at him.

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Cade agreed to camp for the night, and he sent Jonah out to do some more hunting.

Blair was made to sit against some large rocks. Horace and Cade sat right in front of her and played cards. It made it impossible for her to escape.

"We could deal you in, little lady," Horace offered.

"No thanks," Blair said tersely and she began playing with her ring.

"Suit yourself," Cade shrugged as the two men continued to play cards.

Jonah was currently far enough away that he was out of ear shot from Blair and the other two men. When he heard footsteps behind him, he figured it was Cade or Horace checking on him.

"Hello, Jonah," an unfamiliar voice said before Jonah was clubbed over the head and knocked out.

"Guys, carry him back to camp. Cade must be near by, we need to prepare ourselves," Matteo ordered.

Chuck watched as the group of men carried Jonah away. Then he looked up in the opposite direction and his jaw droped. From afar, he saw Blair. She was sitting quietly and two grungy men were in front of her. He couldn't make out what they were doing, but he didn't care to know. He only cared about Blair.

"Blair," He whispered and his feet brought him closer. He wanted to reach out and touch her.

"Chuck, we need to go," Matteo told him. He walked up behind Chuck.

"That's Blair. That's my wife," He was almost to point of hyperventilating. His feet began to move again.

"I'm sorry, we cannot rescue her yet. We are unarmed. We need to get reinforcements and make a plan. Trust me, we do not want to take on Cade unprepared." Matteo put a hand on his solder, Chuck shrugged it off.

"I am not leaving here without her. I am not going to let her out of my sight until we are home and away from this nightmare," Chuck spoke in a low voice, but was very stern and clear.

He went to move forward, but Matteo grabbed his arm. Chuck tried to break free, and started swearing. The other man threw him on the ground. Matteo hovered over Chuck and covered his mouth, "Listen to me! Shut up and listen! You are going to get us all killed, including her. You look over there and you see your wife, lover, companion, partner, friend. Cade looks at her and sees his property, easy sex, and perhaps a baby making machine. He will kill you both rather than let her leave alive."

Chuck listened to Matteo's words. He calmed himself down, "She is right there. What if I leave now and I never see her again? I'll kill myself."


Cliff Hanger! Did you like it? Please review if you want to read what happens next! Don't forget to look at the pictures on LJ. Just click on my profile. The song that Chuck was singing is Don't Pull Your Love by Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds.

A/N: Please Read!

I just wanted to take the time to discuss again that I am not stereotyping Canada or Canadians with this piece. The setting and the characters are not real, they are pure fiction. Although the story is set in Canada, I am not making a statement that this is what Canada is like. I am not making a statement that this is what Canadians are like. I have traveled Canada many times, and I have relatives that live there. Canada and Canadians are nothing like this piece. If you are Canadian and were offended by this story, I do apologize. My goal is entertainment and not to offend or stereotype anybody. Thank you.