Author Note: If you are a previous reader there were no changes to this chapter other then I broke out the letters that originally started chpt 3 and chopped this up a bit more in places so that it flows better I hope *crosses finger* Let me know what you think of the new format.

Note #2: And as always my undying love and gratitude to Katrina (the most patient and forgiving!!) for her amazing beta work that makes this so much more then the mad ramblings of my mind!!


SPN: Legacy and Heritage

Chapter 3: Hell's Border

January 1835 – Connecticut

The Holmes Tavern was dim and surprisingly empty for a cold and snowy winter's afternoon. A shadow blew threw the main room along with a blustering draft as the door opened and then closed. The new arrival scanned piecing blue eyes around the front room and side bar before spotting a familiar lanky form leaning over scattered notes on a corner table.

Several short strides brought the new comer quickly to the table. Dropping into the empty chair he looked over the occupant with trouble eyes. "How go the travels? I have not heard from you in sometime, Elias Remington."

A frown grew between Remington's eyes as he watched the older man across from him. "Are you not going to test me?" He hissed. "Really, Samuel Colt, do not be such a fool in these dark times!" He growled out as he pulled a flask from his coat pocket and handed it to the other man.

Samuel's eyes danced slightly as he took the flask, "I am sure they have something to drink here. No need to bring -."

An impatient wave of Remington's hand cut off the older man. "That is holy water. Keep it with you always and use it liberally. You can never be sure who the agent of the devil is without it."

"Thank you, my friend." Samuel looked down at the flask, his fingers tracing its design as the smile left his face.

Another impatient wave was his answer before Remington barked at him again. "Well, are you going to test me? Really, Sam!" frustration filling his voice and face.

"Eli, really is this necessary?" His friend gave him a slow smirk before dropping the flask into his pocket. "Obviously you are not an agent of the devil if you are giving me holy water."

"Now what has happened? I have heard nothing from you these last few months and then suddenly you write me to meet you here, urgently. What is going on?"

Remington gave a furtive look around the tavern, noting the barkeep across the room and two others who should also be enough out of range for them to talk. Leaning forward, he regarded Colt for a moment, "I need you help. We need your help."

"Of course, Eli, You of all people know there is nothing you can not ask of me. Not after all we have been through," Colt looked solemnly to the man across from him as he dropped his voice. "What is it? Are you in trouble?"

Remington shook his head, "no it is not just me. We are all in trouble, Samuel." Eyes flashing with the importance of which he spoke. "I returned from Tennessee a week ago. There are forces at work my friend, dark and dangerous unlike anything we have seen for some time and I fear we are not prepared for what is to come."

Remington shuffled the papers in front of him absently for a moment. "You have heard of the Bell Witch yes." Samuel nodded as Remington looked to him. "Well witch it was not, Sam. Three years ago I went with Smith to investigate it and found it was actually a demon and worse yet on the farm was a door to hell." Remington grimaced with memory as he took a breath and let it go slowly. "Five of us gathered and set a protective circle – a Devil's Trap for it with five holy relics at the points of the trap to lock it in place. Originally we set one of us as a guardian to the relics, Joseph Campbell, however his wife just died and it was too much for him to continue. Franklin Kitteridge has since agreed to be its guardian and has since set up a farm and family nearby to watch over the wards and the relics."

Samuel gasped eyes wide with alarm, "this is why you went back to Tennessee?"

Remington nodded, "we sent it back to hell, Sam, but not before it swore it would return. It said seven years but I have seen and heard things over the last six months that I had to be sure that it was not back. There have been possessions around the area and even into the Carolina's this just should not be happening, Sam. Storms and crop failures in too high a number to be simply bad weather, no this is not natural, Sam. So, I returned to Tennessee to make sure that everything was still in place."

Samuel leaned forward worried and intent, "what did you find, Eli?"

Remington shook his head, "to the eye everything is as it should be. All the relics were still in place and Kitteridge stands guard as he should." Remington gave a weary sigh and ran his hand down his face lost in thought for several moments. "I still feel something is not right I just can not see what it is."

Samuel watched Elias carefully before reaching a hand out to his shoulder and gripping it tightly. "You should come home with me. My sister is visiting and it would make her very happy to fuss over you."

Remington frowned at his friend shaking his head. "Thank you, Samuel, but there is too much to do right now." Leaning forward he tapped the table with long fingers. "The gun, Samuel, you have said it works now yes?" As Samuel nodded a fire seemed to light in Remington's eyes. "I think this is what we need. We need something fast and deadly, these unnatural bastards are simply too quick and strong most of the time for us to get a handle on them. Not everything will sit patiently while we exorcise it back to hell. You know this, you have seen this," he insisted urgently as Colt nodded his head staring off into the distance with the memory.

"You think that a gun will stop them? Even with a rapid repeater, I am not sure it would be enough," Colt trailed off as he looked uncertainly at the hunter across from him. He trusted Remington to know what he was doing, had trusted him with his life before and knew of no one else he would trust as completely then his friend. He just was unsure how a mere gun could stop a demon; werewolves and such of course and that was the reason he had developed this gun in the first place but demons he just was not entirely sure of.

"Not just a gun, Sam, a special gun – one built with all of my knowledge and your talents," Remington whispered as he watched his friend closely. "It would be unstoppable, I just know it."

Colt watched his friend closely as he drifted in thought for several moments. Remington's knowledge was great and he had many books, some even forbidden by the church that had provided a wealth of knowledge to them all. All of this would be of help to Samuel; he could see that as it settled in his mind a near perfect image of their partnership. With a slow nod, he could see where this was going and the possibility of succeeding.

"We will need five in total one for each of those five families that sit along the points of the protection circle I told you of. Each shall have a gun and defend their position against the darkness as it comes. I must leave shortly and cannot stay to help you with this. There has been trouble to the south and I fear for the other families. We cannot lose any without it affecting the protection."

Colt nodded and gave a determined smile as he stood. "God be with you in your journey then," he dropped a hand to his friends shoulder warmly as he moved around the table to leave.

"God protect you as well my friend," Remington patted the resting hand before it dropped and looked up at the older man who was perhaps his only true friend these days. "God protect us all from the darkness that is coming."

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