At the same café they ate at for dinner, Walker ordered a southwestern omelet while Jarod ordered pancakes. After they ordered their meal, Walker took a deep breath then looked his brother right in the eyes. Walker knew he really screwed up this morning, but he had to clear his head. For the longest time he was unable to get away from anybody and when he saw Jarod was sound asleep this morning, Walker took the opportunity to visit the sweat lodge, which thankfully he found nobody else there except for one elder who happily let him in. It has been a long time since he meditated like that, but the humidity played havoc with his sore muscles and broken bones.

"So, what did you do this morning?"

Walker took a deep breath then shrugged his good shoulder. "Visited the sweat lodge. Needed to clear my head."

Jarod nearly choked on his water. "Wait, sweat lodge? Those exist?"

This got a chuckle from Walker. "Yeah, they do. Talked to the elder and he's allowing you entry later today after we visit with Running Bull."

"Oh really, okay." Jarod leaned over the table. "So, what do you do?"

Walker looked up as the waitress handed them their meals. "Thanks." When she left, he smiled at his brother. "Well, you strip down and sit in a very hot, thatch hut to think about your life and to let the spirits talk to you."

Jarod got a disbelieving look on his face. "Are you serious?"

"You're pancakes are getting cold." Walker winked at his brother and began to eat his omelets. "Wonder what we will find out today?"

Jarod shrugged his shoulders. "Hopefully, something that will help clear the mystery." His voice faded off when he heard Cordell's fork drop onto his plate. Then just like that, he began to go into full body convulsions. "Crap!" Jarod quickly got up, gently grabbed hold of Cordell's body then laid him on the ground. "Hang in there, bro."

The waitress ran up to them, her face masked in fear. "What is wrong with him?"

"He's having a seizure."

Cordell began to make strange noises and Jarod tried to open his mouth to see if their was any food in it. But his brother's teeth were clenched too tightly to do so. He heard from Alex to roll Cordell over on his side so he wouldn't drown if he happened to vomit during a seizure. As he did this, his brother began to relax, but he was still making noises. Jarod realized with horror his brother was choking on food.

"Shit." He looked up at the waitress as he began to pound on Cordell's back. "Cordell, hang in there!" With a sudden jerk and a violent cough his brother spat out the food that had gotten caught in his windpipe. "Cordell, you okay?"

His brother coughed several times then groaned as he slowly sat up. "Water."

Quickly the waitress handed Cordell a glass of water. "Here you go, sir."

"Thanks." Walker took a few timid sips then handed the glass to Jarod. "Sorry." His voice was low as he fought off the drowsiness that was taking over his mind.

An older man ran up to them, fear obvious in his wrinkled face. "Washo! Help me take him to the office. I have a couch back there that he can lay on."

Dallas, Texas

Fall was upon the Metroplex and it was finally getting colder as the trees changed their colors. Officer Scott King sat in his patrol car, a burger in one hand and his cell phone in the other. For the last few weeks he has been stationed at Hillbrooke Elementary School so he could keep a close eye on the Walker children. It was a boring, but it gave him time to think about the descision he was about to make in his life.

The phone rang and he instantly answered it. "Harris, what's the update?"

"Things are moving too slow for my liking." The criminal sighed heavily. "I don't know if I can wait for Walker to fully heal. That could take months."

"From what I heard, he's healing quicker than you might think. He's stubborn as hell and that will go a long way." King put the burger down so he could pick up a little notebook from his dashboard. He flipped through it till he got to the page he was looking for. "Right now he's in Oklahoma with Jarod Williamson."

Harris smirked. "Marcellinio was stupid to trust that man."

King sat up straighter as a thought came to him. "Speaking of, Marcellinio is being transferred to a holding cell in a maximum security prison. Which means he will have to travel." King wiped his hands on a napkin. "November fifteenth at one-thirty pm. Gives us three weeks."

"And what about the children? Have you got a family figured out yet?'

"Yeah, sure do. They live far, far from here." King flipped his notebook to another page. "Family is very trustworthy and have been wanting kids, but don't want the hassle of an infant." King laughed. "Don't we all."

"Good to know that something is going as planned. Keep an eye on the kids. We'll act on that as planned. With Walker in his weakened state, he won't be able to do much." Harris paused for several minutes. "I'll keep you updated."

Oklahoma

Confusion. That was what Walker felt as his mind slowly awoke from a deep sleep. Then sharp pain in his shoulder made him hiss and sit upright. He turned his head to see Jarod on a chair with his head in his hands. His brother raked his fingers down his face then gave Walker a warm smile.

"You gave me a scare." He took a deep breath and got up. "Even called Hayden."

Walker's heart began to beat faster which made his head pound even more. "What happened?"

"You had another grand-mal seizure. This time you nearly choked on your food." Walker could see that his blue eyes held a lot of emotional pain. "Hayden told me it rarely happens and if I wasn't there," he sighed heavily and shook his head. "Cordell, I think you need to up the dosage on your seizure medication."

"You don't understand. My medication is already been changed numerous times, I can't do it anymore. It's already controlling my life, this will just make it worse." Walker's voice was strained with trying to control his anger.

Jarod raised his hands in defense. "Look, I didn't know..."

"Didn't know that Phenobarbital is a drug they use on the streets!?" Walker's heart nearly ripped out of his chest it was beating that hard . "I'm taking a drug that people crave, that people get addicted to." He shook his head then rubbed his hand across his face, his fingers tracing the fresh scar on his left cheek. "I have arrested people that were high on Phenobarbital! Hell, you probably did to!"

"I'm sorry, I forgot." Jarod actually appeared hurt before his face quickly turned to one of concern. "Have you been taking it?"

Walker was furious with this question. "I'm stubborn, not stupid!"

His brother slowly nodded his head. "I'm sorry. Let's just drop it."

"Fine." Walker took a deep breath as he tried to relax. "How long was I asleep for?"

Jarod took a look at his watch. "Two hours and ten minutes." Walker's stomach growled loudly and a smile spread across Jarod's face. "Let's get you something to eat."

Back on the restaurant floor, Walker saw several employees look directly at him. His anxiety kicked in which made his heart flutter and his breathing to quicken. Embarrassment made his cheeks flush a bright red. He had to get out of her and quick.

"Do you want to sit down?" Jarod put his hand on Walker's back. "Are you okay?"

Walker shook his head. "I need to get out of here."

"What you need is to get some food in you. You haven't eaten since last night…"

"I said I want to leave." Walker began to make his way to the front door. "Just get some food to go." Jarod grabbed his good arm and stopped him. "Please, just leave me alone right now." When his brother didn't let go anger surged through Walker. He tried to pull his arm free, but Jarod had a good grip. "Let me go! I said I wanted to leave!"

The outburst caused the restaurant to quite down and Walker, as fast as he could left the building. He tried to push the pain aside as he made his way pass his truck. He had to get away from here, away from the humiliation. As he walked, his mind began to think about his life with seizures.

Ever since that day five years ago, he was forced to suffer through countless epileptic attacks that always left him feeling inadequate. He couldn't do the things he loved without the fear of hurting himself. With martial arts, it was hits to the head that might just trigger something inside his damaged brain. For horse back riding, it was the fear of falling while he had a seizure. Why did he have to suffer like this?

"Cordell!" Jarod called as he ran to Walker's side. "You need to stop."

"Why? Just so that people can mock me!" The words had come out before Walker was able to stop them. Why couldn't he control these embarrassing outbursts?

Jarod shook his head. "Nobody is making fun of you." Walker kept his mouth shut as he kept moving forward. "Please, stop Cordell."

Walker did stop, but his anger was the strongest he has ever felt it and knew he was about to regret what was about to happen.

"Why are you here, Jarod? Why do you care so much about me?" Walker's voice showed his internal struggle to control himself. It was shaky and he choked on the words. "You never knew me before that day! So, why now have you decided to become a brother to me!" He shook his head. "I have lived many years without a family! I don't really need you…"

Jarod did something completely unexpected; he hugged Walker. It wasn't an awkward hug, instead it was full of warmth and love. Unsure of what to do, Walker began to pull away, which caused him pain.

"Listen, we need to be there for each other." Jarod pulled back and shook his head. "Sure, both of us have been alone for most of our lives, but that changed the day we found out we were twins." He smiled at Walker. "Try to push me away all you want, I'm not going to leave. I'm here to help you through this."

Walker dropped his head ashamed at what he had just said to Jarod. "I'm sorry. Really wish I could control what I say. But as of late, it has been hard to do so."

"It's okay." Jarod grinned at Walker. "Let me get some food and will go some place to talk."

XXXX

Several minutes later, Jarod and Cordell found themselves at a park picnic table with their lunches in front of them. The cool, November breeze whipped around them, but neither man shivered. Jarod took out his meal, put it in front of him then took out Cordell's sandwich.

"I know we just met, but I can tell you are hiding a lot of demons." He cut up Cordell's sandwich then slid the container in front of his brother. "What's going on?"

"You wouldn't understand."

Jarod took a deep breath knowing to help out his brother he too will have to share some secrets of his own. He swallowed down his pride then looked Cordell straight into his good eye. His brother's attention wavered and went to the food before him.

"When I was eighteen years old, I was constantly picked on at high school because I took gymnastics." He played with his food as the memories came back. "I was called several names by a certain kid at school. Let's just say this hurt my ego and I took matters into my own hands." He shook his head. "I beat the kid enough to send him to the hospital. And, since I had a record already, the police gave me an alternative. Jail or military." His brother had looked up at him. "That ego still gets me in trouble."

"I was called names as well, while growing up. Back then, I was made fun of because of my skin and eye color." He began to play with his food. "Growing up here, I had no real family support. All I had was Uncle Ray." He took a deep breath then cleared his throat. "When I had joined the military and then when I became a Texas Ranger, many people here were very proud of me. Coming back here, like this," his left hand went to his eye patch and shaved head. "I screwed up."

Jarod was now confused at his brother's words. "What do you mean, you screwed up?" Cordell just shook his head and tried to eat his meal. "Cordell, please talk to me."

Walker felt the anger swell in his heart, but a part of him knew Jarod was right. He took a glance around him to see the park was still empty. For some reason, anxiety kicked in once again at the thought of telling his brother what he had said to Billy four years ago.

He sighed heavily then tore his eye away from Jarod. "About four years ago Billy had called me to see if he could visit me. At that time I really didn't want to talk anybody. He insisted which got me mad." Walker shook his head. "He eventually hung up, but three days later, Elder Running Bull called me. That didn't go too well." He bit his lower lip as shame made it difficult to continue. "He wanted me to visit James Yearling, a traditional doctor here. I then told him that I no longer believed in the sorcery of the witch doctors and to never call me again. He didn't."

"Ouch." Jarod shook his head. "How do you think he'll treat us today?"

"Not sure, I really disrespected the tribe when I said those words." Walker took a glance at his brother to see understanding in his eyes. "That's the reason why I went to the lodge today. I was hoping it would clear my head. It didn't."

Jarod pointed at Walker. "Speaking of which, how did you get to the sweat lodge?"

"Called a cab." He smiled at his brother. "Thank you."

"What are brother's for?" Jarod got up, went around the table and sat next to Walker. "Don't ever forget, I'm here for you."

Walker patted his brother's shoulder. "Thanks."