Chris knew his head hurt, but something was keeping the pain from registering. Moving, he was moving. He felt something touch his lips and then he was told to drink. It was bitter but it spread warmth into his body like he had never felt before. A warm numbing sensation washed through his brain as a bottle was again placed to his lips, he drank, he obeyed. This washed the bitter taste away, it was whiskey. He raised a hand to his head, felt the bandages there

"Leave them be…" a soft voice spoke to him

He dropped his hand down. He didn't want to but he felt compelled to do as he had been told.

The soft voice spoke again; he felt her body brush against his bare arm. "Do you love me…?"

"Yes…" he answered without hesitation. He still felt like he was on the outside looking in, like he had stepped outside his mind, outside himself..

He could feel the early morning sun against his back. His mind was trying to clear. He thought he could…no, his mind went blank.

She glanced over at him smiling, seeing the drug starting to take effect again. She knew in the beginning she would have to keep him drugged, but she knew he would come to love her as he once had. Reaching up, she pulled the veil from in front of her face and pushed it back over, behind her head.

Ella Gains smiled. He belonged to her now. She had sacrificed everything for him, to make him come to her but he had been stubborn. It had angered her at first, but she had devised another plan to bring him back to her.

His family had been killed, and he had not sought her out. She had even married a rich rancher, getting him to buy her blooded horse stock and he had died so unexpectedly, she had played the proper mourning wife. Making sure her story and picture got into the papers, but he had still not come to her. And so, she had concocted an elaborate story about a Mining Baron who was trying to force her into marrying him so he could get her land for mining. She had gone to Chris, seeking him out. She had kept tabs on where he was, and she had gone to him at a vulnerable time, the third anniversary of his precious wife and son's death.

He had come to rescue her, and she set the rest of her plan into motion. Ella had offered Chris her ranch, herself and all her dead husband's money. Chris had decided to stay, even against Bucks reminding him of what life had been like with her before. He was going to stay.

And it had almost worked until that tracker he traveled with, had started asking all kinds of questions around town. But she had set it up, all six of them would die in a ambush…But they hadn't and that tracker, he had followed her, but she had given him the slip. She didn't go to the surrounding towns. They didn't think that a lady like her would go into the wilderness, but she did and she knew where she could hide out…and she did, she waited and planned…

She had taken the money she had stashed in a dozen different banks and moved to San Francisco for awhile. She had sent him the picture of them at the bottom of the stairs in the parlor, him dressed in the tuxedo she had had made for him. It fit him perfectly, and he had looked so handsome. And he would look handsome in it again…She knew he loved her, after all he hadn't pulled the trigger, he had let he go.

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Vin drew Peso to a halt. His eyes scanned the rocks. He thought he had seen movement. The sun was just coming up and it was a clear day, they cast long shadows in front of them. He knew that at this time of the morning with the sun directly behind them they would be hard to see. Another few minutes and they were going to loose the advantage. He stepped off Peso; he was with-in rifle range for him. He walked around to the right side of the horse and pulled the old Sharps out of the rifle scabbard. "You two keep riding."

He didn't look at either of them as he reached for Peso's left rein, pulling the horse's head to the left and using the barrel of the rifle he touched Peso's right foreleg, the horse folded and laid down on his right side, laying still as he had been trained to do. Vin slowly moved into position, stretched out across his horse, rifle propped in his hands, his body across the left side of the saddle and he drew a bead on where he had seen the movement.

All of this had been done in less then a minute and Vin knew that with the sun at their backs, directly shinning across at who ever was waiting to ambush them, they would not be able to see what he had done. He drew in a shallow breath, sighting down the barrel of the Sharps 50, waiting. He saw both Ezra and Buck start to widen the distance between them, as they continued to ride toward the rocks.

Vin drew in another breath and held it, knowing his target was going to show. He felt the calm come over him, felt the beat of his heart slow, the pain in his side disappeared as he focused in on what he needed to do. His eye focused in on the gun sight and his target and he saw the puff of smoke from the other rifle and he squeezed off his shot. The boom from the Sharps drowned out the report of the other gun. Vin saw the figure in the distance rise and fall.

Normally he would of just spoken to Peso and stepped into the saddle as the horse got to his feet. But with the pain in his side he decided it was best to let the horse up and step into the saddle. He slowly got to his knees, seeing Buck and Ezra waiting for him. He came to his feet as Peso got to his and slipped the sharps back into the scabbard. He walked around the horse and stepped into the saddle. He sent Peso on toward the rocks, his side was hurting, he felt hot and tired.

He caught up to Ezra and Buck, who had slowly, began to close the gap between them.

"Damn fine shot Vin." Buck took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes on the spot that they had seen the figure fall too, Buck took a long look at Vin, seeing the paleness of his skin. Buck let his eyes drift over to Ezra, seeing the same worried look on his face that he felt. He put his hat back in place and they slowly started toward where the buzzards were starting to gather again.

They rode forward cautiously.

The Buzzards circled a dead horse, from the looks of him he had been shot. The body about ten feet from the dead horse was a fake, looked like a blanket had been stuffed into a shirt and a pair of pants, there was a hat laying on the neck of the shirt. Vin told Buck to keep an eye on where he had seen the man that he had shot fall. He had Ezra scanning the rocks above. Vin stepped off his horse and looked at the dead horse, "One, two days from the looks of it." Horse had been ridden to where it had been shot. The saddle and bridle had been removed. "Buck, any movement?"

"No." Buck's kept his attention on the spot where the body had fallen. He could see a sleeved arm, homespun material.

"Ezra?" Vin's eyes were looking at the tracks around the dead horse.

"Just the buzzards Mr. Tanner, just the buzzards." Ezra moved to shift in the saddle, he let his gaze shift to another spot, deeper in the rocks. He narrowed his vision. There was a dark spot amongst the rock, looked like a cave. "If my vision is accurate, I do believe there is a cave."

Vin turned and looked at where Ezra was pointing at. He turned back to his saddle and pulled the glass out, looking up at the cave. He dismissed it because there was no way to get to the cave that wouldn't involve a ladder or rope; he scanned the rest of the rock. "No way to get to it, Ezra." He turned his attention back to the horse, pointing at it with the glass in his hand. "that's the horse we tracked from Four Corners." Vin moved back toward the dead horse and the fake body. "They's only one set of boot prints around the horse, lead to where the body is." Vin stepped back to his horse, put the glass away and gathered up the reins and started walking toward the body. It was about 500 feet to the rocks and the body.

Ezra and Buck remained mounted, they followed Vin. Ezra still keeping an eye on the rocks and Buck kept looking around where Vin was headed. The Buzzards had gone higher.

Vin pulled the hog-leg, something didn't feel right he had a shell in the chamber so he didn't have to cock it. He dropped the reins on Peso and ground tied the horse.

The rock formation was the dark stone with all the pock marks. He'd heard it called Lava, from volcanoes. He'd seen places that had steam rolling up out of them, but the concept of hot melted rock just didn't set right with him. He knew about making gun metal out of iron ore, but he just couldn't grasp the larger picture, a whole mountain full of hot rock…

He was close enough now. He saw the Sharps 50 caliber lying just above the body. He watched as a slight breeze lifted the hair on the body, it was long and strawberry-blond. Vin stopped dead in his tracks. The shape of the body was wrong, it wasn't a man laying there, it was woman, and he knew she was dead.

Vin felt a flush run through his body. He forced himself to look away from the body and take the small camp site in. He heard Buck dismount and start toward him.

"Vin, it's a woman…"

"I know Buck, don't go into the camp…let me---"

"You shot a woman!" He came to stand turned toward Vin, not quite in front of him, more to the side.

Before Vin could respond Ezra's voice cut in. "Mr. Wilmington…I believe she also shot at us, and it is possible it was she that shot Mr. Tanner." He saw Buck's brown eyes look at him, saw the anger fade.

Buck turned and started toward the body.

Vin reached out and touched him on the arm. He didn't grab him, just touched him briefly. He waited until Buck turned toward him. "Let me walk the camp, I been set up 'afore, don't aim to do it again." Vin wanted to look for tracks, see if he could find the second set of horse tracks they had come across.

Buck's face suddenly showed anger again. "What the hell does that---?"

Out of the corner of his eye Vin saw the flash off metal the same time he saw the puff, it was up in the rocks to their left. "Down!" He launched himself toward Buck, throwing the large man to the ground as the boom echoed. He had time to see Buck's startled expression as he threw his body into him. Vin heard Ezra's Remington fire and then he was on the ground, trying to roll and get a shot off with the Winchester. He did it one handed, the gun an extension of his fingers. He fired at where the puff of smoke had come from and he squeezed the trigger. The kick-back from the short barreled rifle brought his hand up and back and he almost hit Buck in the head as Buck scrambled to get a shot off. They both heard another shot fired from above.

Vin rolled away from Buck, for two reason, one to give Buck a chance to get his gun out and head for cover and second to re-cock the Winchester. He had a fleeting glimpse of Ezra scrambling for cover and firing again. Vin saw Ezra stopped in his tracks and spin backwards and down to the ground. Vin rolled to a kneeling position and started to get to his feet, his attention on Ezra.

Buck had gotten his Colt SSA clear and fired as he saw the figure rise up and take aim at Vin. He saw the figure twist and fall. The rifle that the figure had went off. The bullet went into the sky. The figure tumbled from the rocks, spiraling downward. There was a sickening thud.

Vin still kneeling, looked at Buck. "You ok?"

Buck nodded, "Yeah." He got to his feet, looking over at Ezra.

Vin followed his gaze and saw that the gambler was now sitting with his back against the rocks he had hidden behind. His left leg was stretched out in front of him. The right was doubled up under him.

Vin got to his feet slowly, his side hurt like hell. "Buck, check out the bodies, I'll check out Ezra…"

Buck nodded and headed toward the last attacker.

Vin holstered the hog-leg and headed over to Ezra. Vin could feel the warmth of blood spreading down his hip, he knew he had ripped the stitches.

He pressed his elbow in against his jacket, hoping the blood would not be visible.

Vin stepped up to Ezra. He didn't see any visible blood, but Ezra's face was an ashen color, his eyes were closed, he was breathing. "Ezra, where you hurt?" Vin started to hunker down but his side said no, he kneeled at Ezra's side.

"Ezra?" Vin reached out and touched his shoulder. "Ez…You ok?" He could see no blood.

Ezra forced his eyes open. He blinked a couple times and focused in on Vin's worried face. "Mr. Tanner, my name is Ezra, not Ez…" He winced. "And no, I am unsatisfactory, I have been shot!" He drew in a ragged breath. "I have been shot in the breast…I am seeing my life pass before my very eyes!"

"You hit?" It was then that Vin noticed the hole in Ezra's dark colored waist length jacket. Vin panicked, it was right over Ezra's heart. Vin's hands clawed at the jacket, there was no blood. Vin's hands felt something on the inside of the jacket, there was a wetness. He pulled the jacket open, seeing the flask that Ezra kept. He pulled it from the inside coat pocket and saw what had saved the gamblers life. The flask had taken the bullet. It was lodged in the center of the flask, brandy was slowly leaking from where the bullet had penetrate. "You're one lucky man Ezra, one lucky man." He held the flask in front or the gamblers eyes.

Ezra green eyes focused in on the flask. "What?" His eyes fluttered. "I am not dying?" His hand went to his chest, he felt the wetness against his vest, he pulled his hand away, expecting to see blood, but there was no blood, just the pungent smell of good brandy. He snatched the flask. "Good Lord, what a barbarian…" His shocked eyes looked up at the laughing Tanner.

Vin shook his head and got to his feet. He looked over the rocks, seeing Buck still over by the body that had fallen from above. Vin looked down at Ezra, seeing the gambler twisting the cap off the flask and taking a long drink from it. Vin stepped away, heading for Buck.

Buck had turned the body over, the man had landed on the rocks, face first. There wasn't much of his face left. He had gone through the dead man's pockets. He didn't find much, except four gold double eagles, he also noted that the pair of handguns the man had strapped on were low on his legs and tied down. He'd been a gunfighter. A Remington Revolving rifle lay shattered against the rock.

Vin stepped to his side. "Whoa…" His face showed the reaction to the man with no face left. "Find anything with a name on it?" He looked at the rest of the body. "New store bought shirt, new tan dungarees." He glanced at Buck, who held out the gold coins. "He was hired?" Vin's voice was more of a question then a statement.

Buck shuffled his feet. He glanced at Vin, a sigh escaped from his chest. "Yeah, but by who?" He glanced farther over his shoulder. "Ezra ok?" His brown eyes came back to rest on Vin's blue ones.

"Yeah, he was lucky, but his brandy flask didn't survive." Vin raised an eye brow, smiled and then turned and walked over toward the other body. He knew Buck was following him. He studied the tracks. Seeing two distinct sets, he recognized the small ones. Those were the ones that had been around the dead horse. He hadn't looked at the boots of the faceless man, but he had a feeling that the boot marks over the smaller ones would match.

Vin kneeled down and looked at the body that lay face down on the ground. The first thing he noticed was that there were two bullet wounds. One was a small bullet, there was a lot of blood around it. It had been a slow death. The second, a larger caliber had not bled. He didn't raise his head to look at Buck as he spoke. "I didn't kill her." He let out a sigh. "That's probably where our faceless friend over there got four coins. I think he hired these two that ambushed Chris in town." Vin gently rolled the body over. The facial features were close enough that the boy in town could be a brother. She'd been dead at least a day. The shirt she wore was home spun

Buck sighed. "Looks like the boy was her brother." He saw the resemblance, he saw Vin nod. "So they get paid half to take out Chris, then meet our faceless friend out here, he kills her to leave no witness?"

Vin got to his feet and stared down at the body. He glanced at Buck. "But who hired him?" He gestured with his head back over toward the faceless man.

"Gentlemen…" Ezra stepped up to them. "Where is our faceless friend's horse?"

"Good question…" Vin turned and started walking away.

"Mr. Tanner." Ezra's voice had an edge to it.

Vin stopped and turned toward Buck and Ezra.

"I suggest you let Mr. Wilmington look for the horse, while we tend to you!" Ezra pointed to Vin's side. There was a trail of blood running down Vin's pants leg.

Buck had found the second riders horse, a tall sorrel with flaxen mane and tail. The horse was well bred, built for speed. Buck had led the horse back around the pile of rocks to where the camp had been set up. He went through the saddle bags as Ezra threatened Vin.

"Mr. Tanner, if you persist in this behavior I will have Mr. Wilmington restrain you." His green eyes glared at Vin's blue one's.

Vin looked down at his side. "Damn Ezra, it hurts!" Most of the stitches in his side had ripped. Just the breeze going across his skin was making him hurt, let alone Ezra trying to clean the re-opened wound.

Ezra looked at the still bleeding wound. He swallowed hard and looked at Vin's pale face. He straightened from his crouch and glanced at Buck.

Buck saw the look. He had found nothing in the one saddle bag. He stopped what he was doing and walked over to where Vin was laying on the bedroll. He looked down at the inflamed, bleeding gash in Vin's side. He winced, looked at Vin's pale face, seeing those blue eyes glaring back at him.

Vin looked between Ezra and Buck. "Bind it and lets ride, we got ta backtrack that sorrel."

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Nathan and Josiah had searched all over for JD and Chris. No one had seen either of them. Matilda found JD early the next morning. She had knocked on the door. Hearing something muffled, she opened the door to see a huge snake writhing on the floor. Screaming, she ran for the stairs.

Nathan was at the clinic when one of the Taylor boys come running up the stairs. "Mr. Jackson, you got to come quick…They found JD…"

"Where?" He started running after the boy.

"In the boarding house…" The boy called over his shoulder. "Next to Mr. Larabee's room. A smile touched his lips. "Pa said he was trussed up like a sausage…" The boy started to laugh. "Matilda thought he was a snake." The laughter erupted from the boy, slowing his running.

Nathan bolted past him, seeing Josiah's massive frame disappearing into the front of the building. Nathan saw Mary Travis coming out of the Clarion, heading toward the rooming house. He leaped up onto the boardwalk and in two strides was through the door and heading for the stairs. He took them two at a time. Leaping onto the floor of the hallway he saw a group gathered around the entrance to the room. The group parted as Nathan came to them. He stepped into the room.

Mr. Taylor was helping JD to his feet. Josiah was on the other side. Nathan saw what looked like the top blanket; it was still curled at his feet. It looked like it had been wrapped around him. There was a hell of a bruise on the left side of his neck. Nathan grabbed a chair and put it under JD. "Sit down now…" He looked around the room. Seeing the water pitcher he reached for it and the glass next to it. He filled the glass with water, replaced the pitcher and handed the glass to JD, who greedily took and drank it.

Josiah looked at Mr. Taylor. "Who rented this room?"

"Gonna have to look to be sure, but I think it was a woman. Said she was traveling through, only be here a couple days at the most. Said she been traveling to Denver to bury her husband."

"She wore a vail…" JD had finished the water. He was letting Nathan look at the knot on his head. He tried to look at Josiah and Nathan at the same time. "I think it was her.."

Nathan looked at the brown eyes. "Who?"

"That woman that tried to kill us, that Ella Gains…" He put a hand to the back of his head and felt the knot.

"You sure?" Josiah moved away from the chair to look at JD's face.

"I didn't get a good look at her face, but her voice was the same…I'm pretty sure it was her. I usually don't forget people who try to kill us." Then it came to him that he had been standing in front of Chris's room when she had hit him. "Where's Chris?"

It was Nathan that spoke. "We don't know, we couldn't find either of you…"

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Ella Gains had what she wanted, Chris Larabee in her bed. She had chosen this town because it was lawless and no one asked your business. She had bargained for a small adobe house, some time ago, on one of the back streets. She had used the place off and on for about six months as she brought her plans and ideas into motion.

She had gotten Chris out of the buggy and into the cool recesses of their home. She had eased off the drug just a little. She had washed and shaved him. He was lying on the bed dressed in a white shirt. She had always thought he looked good in a white shirt. She had changed the head dressing but not the bandages on his eyes.

She had changed from the black dress and veil into a silk dress. It was blue with white stitching in a swirl design. Chris had always said she looked good in blue. It was V necked and she wore a pearl necklace a gentleman had given her in San Francisco while she had been there. She had piled her reddish brown hair up high on her head, letting a few locks trail down.

She walked to the edge of the bed and pulled a chair up to it. Sitting down, she reached out and took his hand. "It's going to be alright dear…you'll see…You just need a little time is all, a little time to remember who you really loved. I still have a lot of money and when you're well we can find that horse ranch you've always wanted, or travel…You never were one for staying in one place for to long…" she reached up and touched the side of his cheek, then pushed back a stray lock of hair that was standing up. Reaching over to the side chest next to the bed she took the dark colored bottle off the table and took the spoon that had been lying with it. She un-corked the bottle and poured a small amount into the spoon and then put the cork back in the bottle and placed it back on the table. Then very carefully she leaned forward and playing her thumb across his lips, she parted his bottom lip and spooned the liquid into his mouth.

Her smile went a little crooked, her eyes shone. "This will make you feel better…I know I really don't need it to have you love me…But I remember how upset you were when we parted…I know it's hard for you right now to know how much I have done for you…but you will someday appreciate it." She ran a hand down his chin, neck and to his chest and then to onto the fine linen shirt she had brought for him. She let her hand caress the firmness of his chest.

Chris could hear her, could feel her hands on him. He wanted to reach up and grab her by the throat and kill her, but the thought kept slipping away. His arms didn't want to respond to his commands. He tried to fight her when she asked him to do things, but he couldn't. Some part of him, some part of him that he despised, was doing these things, doing as she commanded.

He felt her hands caressing his upper body, she opened the shirt that she had told him to put on and, like a little child, he had obeyed her. His head ached behind his bandaged eyes. They were throbbing, with flashes of color bursting in the center of his blindness. He wanted to scream as he felt her lay down next to him, covering her mouth with his. She kissed him deeply and he felt her hands exploring his body.

"Oh my, is this where you were shot…." She whispered that into his ear as she ran her hand over his left side, her fingers tracing over his ribs where the pink colored new flesh was still healing. She looked back down at the length of their bodies lying together. "My dear, you feel a little warm." She reached up and touched his flushed cheeks. She sat up, looking down at his face, his eyes looking straight ahead. "Well I guess it has been a long ordeal… Yes… I guess you should rest for a bit…" She smiled at him. "No dearest…My sweet Chris…you rest for awhile…I'll get some supper and after we eat we can sit by the fire and I will read to you.."

He felt her move away from him. He didn't think he was responding to her conversation, his mind was muddle. It's like there were two Chris in his head, the one trapped and the one that was responding to her commands and he couldn't get the Chris that was responding to stop. He felt her move away from him and then she was back.

"I know you would like some water." She gently reached behind his head and lifted, putting the water glass to his lips."

Chris felt the water hit his lips and it was like a breath of air entered into him. He drank the whole glass of water. He could feel coolness spreading though his body.

"Whoa…stud…don't want you to water log yourself…" She laid his head back to the pillow and gently touched the side of his face. "Sleep… Sleep now my dear, I have a long night planned for us..."

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"Vin are you sure about this…" Buck was standing next to Vin who was sitting in the saddle. Vin's face was white as a sheet, even his lips looked as pale as the rest of him.

Vin looked down at him. "Purgatory is closer then Four Corners. The tracks are leading that way." Vin looked off into the distance. "And if they ain't killed him, there's a Doc there." He looked back at Buck. "I can get patched up while you two ask around…"

He had gotten Ezra to bind the wound, it was still seeping. He had told Buck that he figured they could follow the trail the sorrel had come from, and he wasn't going back until he found out who had hired the killer.

Ezra turned in the saddle and looked at them. "How much farther?"

Ezra was past worrying about Vin. He had seen how much blood he had lost. He wanted to get him someplace and get him treated. And if there was a Doctor in Purgatory, Ezra was quite sure the man would be an expert in bullet wounds.

Vin looked at the sun in the sky. "Maybe 'nother hour." He looked slowly over at Ezra, who was looking at Buck.

Buck stepped back to his horse and stepped into the saddle, Vin had put him back on the tracks after he lost them in a sandy wash. He took the lead and followed the tracks up out of the wash and toward Purgatory. He really didn't want to go there, but it was closer.

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Chris Larabee's caged mind was screaming. He wanted nothing more then to throw Ella to the floor and kill her. But, as much as he wanted to do it, he couldn't. He had eaten as she had told him to do. She had dressed him in the suit and, as she hummed a waltz, she led him around the room. He had tried after eating to disobey her and had had a little success. He had actually turned his head from her as she had gone to kiss him, and had tired to not drink the liquid she immediately produced and forced into his mouth. He had felt the bitterness on his tongue, then there was a rush of heat and he felt that little glimmer of hope start to disappear and his will was once again taken from him. That small spark of hope died. She had told him that she would start increasing the dose.

He could hear the craziness in her voice. And try as he might when she told him to kiss her, he did…he fought and lost, he kissed the woman that had killed his wife and child.

Ella felt his hand at her waist, her other hand that held his didn't feel right. He wasn't holding her like he should, she stopped dancing.

He stopped.

She screamed in frustration. "Why can't you love me!" Stepping back from him, his hands dropping to his sides, she swung. It was an open-hand claw. It caught him just under the left corner of his cheek, just below the eye bandage and raked down toward his chin, leaving four long scratches welling with blood.

Chris felt the pain and stumbled back, away from where he thought she was standing. Tripping over something, he crashed to the floor and suddenly she was all over him, her fists clubbing at him. He brought his hands up to cover his head and face, curled tight into a ball and even as his inner mind screamed at him to kill her, his body would not respond.

Her fists pounded his shoulder, back, sides as she cursed at him. "Why, why won't you love me…You loved me once…Why?" She grew tired of hitting him, slowly stopping… "I loved you!" She spread her arms and wrapped them over his tense body…"I love you!" She lay weeping over the top of his body. Her fists started to uncurl and she slowly started stroking his hands, his head, his shoulder… "I'm sorry…so sorry…I do love you.." her hands kept caressing him.

Ella moved back a little, looking at his still curled up body. She saw the head wound bandage had come off. "Oh…My poor dear, that must have hurt.." She reached out and touched the top of his head. He didn't flinch, he didn't react.

"Here, come on… lets get you off the floor…come on…that's it…Come sit here…Oh look, your suit has gotten dirty…" she sat him in a chair and slowly she dusted his suit off with her hands.

When she had him presentable, she stood him up, walking with him toward the door. She didn't see the blood that had run down the side of his cheek, staining the edge of his collar and shirt. She didn't see the ripped sleeve of his suit, she just saw the man she wanted to love. They were going to go for a walk, a walk around the River, yes the Mississippi was not more then three steps from their room and she was going to show off her man.