If you missed the UPDATE notice I reloaded Ending One with the missing last lines - sorry for the copy paste error in the original load.

Authors Note: Well once again I find I am doing something I have NEVER done - I have two endings for this story. I did one of them and was not entirely happy with it but could not decide how to improve on it without making it worse, so I wrote a different ending and was not anymore pleased with it (to be totally honest with you). So here I offer you another of the two endings. It would mean a great deal to me; as a writer who wishes to expand, grow, and improve, to know your thoughts on each ending. Please let me know which you like best and why and let me know which you think fits the story and the characters of the TV canon the best, and why. Thank you so very much :)

Ending Two

The Cheyenne Nation stepped closer to her and lowered his voice in conspiratorial tone and spoke as if Walt was not present, "Walt and I went to school with Lucylle. She has, to my knowledge always had," Henry surreptitiously glanced from side to side as though he were afraid of being over heard and then leaned even closer to Vic, "the 'hots' for Walt."

"Henry."

The warning was clear and firm. It was also ignored.

"When we were all in the tenth grade, Lucylle tried everything she could think of to get Walt's attention, including asking him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. He did manage to avoid going with her, but he still ended up at the dance and she asked for every free dance he had."

"Henry!"

Another, firmer, unmistakable warning. It too was ignored.

"By the tail end of the dance his defenses were getting weak or he was simply getting tired. I am uncertain as to which of the two was his biggest issue, but he was nevertheless, cornered by Lucylle. It was considered the most romantic song of the evening and full of all sorts of unspoken expectations and Walt was trapped."

"Hen…"

"So what happened?" Vic interrupted the warning because she was sure Walt would never get through his perceived embarrassment related to the story to tell her himself and Henry had her hooked; she wanted to hear the whole story.

Walt sighed across the back of her head in defeat or surrender; she wasn't sure which.

Henry kept his eyes on Vic, not daring to meet Walt's at any point, during the telling of his tale.

"Walt was stuck dancing with Lucylle, The dance was traditionally the dance that led to the pairing off for the evening."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

Henry nodded solemnly.

"In the tenth grade? Wow, 'Middle of Nowhere', Wyoming is much more progressive than I thought."

Henry gave her a tight lipped smile and she felt Walt lean his forehead against the back of her head and let out a soft grunt. Earlier must have been surrender because this action was undoubtedly one of defeat. He was hiding, in a way, and she was starting to feel bad about encouraging Henry to continue with his story. Vic opted to say nothing more in hopes that Henry would drop the subject, but apparently he did not consider his story complete.

"So they danced and when the dance ended and the willing couples began to causally drift into more secluded, off limit areas, Lucylle clamped ahold of Walt with a near death grip and drug him off to her preselected rendezvous location; the girls restroom."

"Oh no." She said with a great deal of sympathy for the young Walt she had been picturing.

"Oh yes, and it gets worse." Henry cautioned.

"I'm afraid maybe I don't wanna hear it." Vic was growing more concerned about hearing the rest knowing Walt had wanted Henry to stop much earlier when he had initially begun to share his story.

"Lucylle was determined that she was going to, at the very least, kiss Walter Longmire that night; no matter what his feelings were on the subject. So, she had him trapped in the girl's restroom and was just beginning to make her move, when the fire alarm and all the sprinklers in the gym, including the locker rooms and restrooms went on. She panicked, I presume in fear of there being an actual fire, and began flailing about and clawing at Walt. By the time he was able to get her to the door of the restroom and out to the main gym floor his shirt was hanging open and the top part of her dress was, well to put it delicately, it was doing a less than adequate job of concealing her feminine charms."

Walt kept his face against the back of Vic's head and groaned, "Henry, would you please get this over with?"

Henry winked at Vic and gave her a tight lip smile as he said in an almost insolent tone, "Fine. I will, as they say, 'cut to the chase'."

"Thank you." Came the halfhearted reply from behind Vic's head.

"Young Lucylle turned the misadventure of panic in the restroom into an all too embellished tale of conquest that she repeatedly told around school at every opportunity, to imply she and Walt were intimate friends. And to my knowledge she still tells that fantasized version when the opportunity arises."

Walt raised his head quickly, "Henry, she does not."

"Sorry Walt, but she does. Especially when she has had a few drinks to inhibit her inhibitions, shall we say?"

"You have said enough. More than enough, in fac…"

Vic did not want them to quarrel and it sounded as though it might be headed that way. She turned in Walt's arms and halted his words by claiming his mouth in a gentle kiss. When she leaned back and he looked at Henry like he might continue, she moved her arms around his neck and kissed him more forcefully. Walt had pulled his head back a couple of times but Vic held firm and deepened the kiss each time. Vic refused to release his mouth until he had fully engaged in returning her kiss. Once he was completely focused on her kiss Vic eased back slightly and found Walt leaning further into her to maintain the connection. She continued the kiss several more seconds and then held his head in place while she drew hers away from him.

Vic looked at Walt for a moment and gave him a small wry smile before turning to Henry and instructing, "Say good night boys."

The two men looked at each other, dutifully said good night, and exchanged a brief handshake with a quick forward angled one shoulder hug.

Vic took a hold of Walt's hand and led him off in the direction of the station and his bronco that was parked at the curb in front. As they moved through the crowd, Vic saw Lucylle standing off to one side watching people dance; she assumed Lizzie must have been on the dance floor. Redirecting their steps, she moved toward Lucylle with purpose. Vic slowed their pace but did not stop to speak to the woman.

Instead she began speaking a few feet in front of her, "Good night Lucylle."

Lucylle turned surprised eyes to the couple but said nothing. The woman smiled but the tenseness of her face and the fact that it did not reach her eyes, told Vic she had Lucylle's attention.

"Maybe we can compare notes on Walt sometime." When she was even with the woman she added in a very quiet, rather friendly, almost too sweet tone, "Until then, I suggest you keep your mouth shut where my man is concerned." What Walt didn't see but Lucylle couldn't miss was the unmistakable look of danger that flashed its warning in Vic's eyes and the 'I can be your worst nightmare' expression that accompanied her words. Vic figured the woman already considered her a 'big mouth' from the 'big city' she might as well consider her a 'big threat' too.

All I have to say about this is Henry got started and refused to quit. I didn't know where he was going or how he was going to get there, and in all honestly; I'm not really sure he got there. The story was going well up to a point and then while I was trying to tie it up, it began to unravel and Henry, well, I am not sure if he started the unraveling, if he just helped it along, or if it was bound to unravel with or without him. Anyway, I typed out what came to me and then worked up the other ending. I am eager to hear what you all think about the two endings and which you like best and why.