Dallas, Texas - The Next Day

As school ended Angela quickly made her way down the hall towards the old gymnasium which was now an early learning center. She had attended this same center when she was Ray's age and it had helped her when she attended kindergarten. Now, she was in a special academics class for the gifted which she took three times a week. Sure she got made fun of for being so smart, but it kept her busy.

Once she reached the old gymnasium she quickly noticed a police officer talking to Ray. She quickly ran up to them knowing her little brother shouldn't talk to anybody except for their uncles. Ray waved at her then ran up to Angela with a huge smile on his face.

"Mr. King, said he can take us home!" Ray hugged Angela. "Can we?"

Angela shook her head. "Remember Ray, we can only take rides from Uncle Jimmy or Uncle Gage." She smiled at the officer. "We're fine, officer."

The officer slowly nodded his head. "Very well." He quickly straightened to his full height as Uncle Gage came walking up to them. "I'll be on my way."

As the officer left, Uncle Gage squatted down to get a better look at Ray. "Do any of you know who that officer is?" When Angela shook her head no, Uncle Gage nodded. "Well, who's in the mood for some ice cream?" He beamed as Ray began to excitedly jump up and down. "All right, let's get going. Come on Angie."

Later at the frozen yogurt stand, Gage sat the Walker children down at a table then took out his phone. Something about the officer at the elementary school really troubled him. He dialed Trivette's number hoping his friend will be at the office and near his computer.

"Yeah, Gage. What's up?"

"Are you at your desk?"

"I'm near, hang on." Gage could hear his friend walking then a squeak of an office chair. "Okay, I'm here. What's going on?"

Gage kept an eye on the Walker children as he began to pace. "An officer with the last name King went to pick up Ray and Angela from school. He's with Irving PD." He heard Trivette typing away on his keyboard. "Thank goodness Angela didn't buy it."

Trivette sighed heavily. "Okay, thankfully there is only one King on the force. First name is Scott, he's been with PD for five years. He has a perfect record, nothing to raise any red flags. Maybe he was just trying to help?"

"Not sure about that. He seemed rather surprised to see me." He bit his lower lip. "Have somebody check in on him. I'm getting a really bad vibe."

"Okay, Gage. I trust you on this. Are you with the Angie and Ray right now?"

"Yeah, I'll be with them for awhile. Call me back if you find anything."

Oklahoma

After nearly two hours of driving, Jarod found himself parked about a mile off a gravel road, in front of a small grave yard. He knew without being told where Cordell had led him to. Here, before him was the graves of their parents. But why all the way out here? He slowly got out, went around to the passenger side and helped Cordell. His brother thanked him, then slowly started to make his way to the graves that were nearly hidden in the prairie grass.

Jarod swallowed hard as nerves ran through him. "Why by themselves?"

"They didn't want the traditional Cherokee funeral." He stopped to turn to Jarod. "My father never told me about my heritage. I found out when Uncle Ray adopted me and moved me to the reservation."

"Shame we will never know why he did that." Jarod stepped through the grass till he came upon the headstones. He then knelt down and closed his eyes. "Just wish I got to know them." His brother stepped to his side and let out a low whimper. "Cordell?" He quickly stood to see a tear running down Cordell's face. "What's wrong?"

Cordell shook his head. "I can't read their names." A look of defeat washed over his face. "Wish I could read their names."

Jarod put his hand on the cool gravestone, covering up all the letters except for the first one. "What is this letter?"

A weak smile spread across his brother's face. "E. That's mom."

Walker blushed at his inability to read their parent's names, but he had to remember it was his brain injury that was hampering him. Ever so slowly he stepped up to the two stones, his mind going back to the day their parents were buried. He was young, but it was a day he will never forget. On that afternoon there was three people here: A pastor, a police officer and himself. Wonder what Jarod was doing on that day?

"It's funny, I don't remember that day." Jarod rubbed their father's headstone. "I know I was living in KC at the time and it was before Christopher moved us to St. Louis." He shook his head. "I'm sorry you had to see them get murdered, Cordell."

With those words the brothers remained quiet for several minutes, each of them lost in their own thoughts. With Walker, the night of the carnival flashed before him. It had been the happiest and one of the most heart wrenching moments in his life. And now, more than ever he felt guilty. Though he was young, he did get to know his parents. He had heard their laughter and their stories, whereas Jarod never had that opportunity.

"It must have been horrible, that night." Jarod kissed both the headstones then laid a single wildflower on each grave. "I'm back, mother and father. Don't you worry none, I'll watch over Cordell." His voice shook with emotion. "Even though I never knew ya two, I love you both."

Walker gently rubbed Jarod's back. "I know they are very proud of you."

Jarod shook his head. "As a teenager I got into a lot of trouble. I didn't have a very clean record as a kid. I was rebellious, always pushing the boundaries." He stood back up, hands on his hips. "Didn't tell you about my pick pocketing days. Got pretty good at stealing somebody's watch from their wrist without them knowing. Once I got into the military, my life changed completely. It straightened me up real quick." He turned to Walker. "I bet you never got into trouble with the law."

"Well…." Walker sighed heavily as he felt his cheeks flush. "I technically don't have a license. Hayden and Miller… they really don't want me driving right now."

"Of course, after what Marcellinio did to you…."

Walker shook his head. "No, before that." His voice was quiet as he told Jarod his little secret. "I've always been independent and it bugged me not being able to drive…."

"Cordell, surely you are not that…." Jarod quickly took out Walker's wallet. He flipped it open then let out a string of curses. "I thought you were smarter than that. Why risk all those lives…."

"I was selfish." Walker dropped his eyes to the ground. "Thought I could do it."

"Cordell! Does Alex know?"

"No, and I don't want her to find out."

Jarod rubbed his hands through his Mohawk then took a deep breath. "Okay, since I'm here now and technically don't have a job, I will be your driver." Walker tried to protest, but Jarod waved his hand to stop him. "Cordell, I'm your bro. I'm here for you. Even if I do get a job, it won't ever get in the way if you need a ride."

"I can't ask you to do that for me…."

His brother patted Walker's good shoulder. "Don't worry about it." He turned back to the graves then slowly nodded his head. "We should head back to the Reservation."

After the brothers said their farewells Jarod once again helped Cordell back into the truck. Once Jarod knew he was comfortable he got into the driver's side and started the engine. As he pulled onto the gravel road he glanced over at Cordell to see him nodding his head. Weird, he took the meds several hours ago, he shouldn't be….He then saw Cordell's hands began to twitch and he knew by that he was having a mild seizure.

He took a deep breath then patted Cordell's shoulder. "Hang in there bro, it's just a mild one." He then turned on the GPS unit. "Hopefully you'll be up in time for dinner."

Grand Prairie, Texas

After the phone call from King, Harris now knew things have taken an all new different level. He sat down at his dining room table which was scattered with several news clippings showcasing Marcellinio's case and Walker's condition. So, taking the kids was now out of the question, which left killing Jarod Williamson or Alex Cahill-Walker. He rubbed his face then checked his watch. He had to do something and he had to do it quickly.

He called a number on his cell phone then waited for his contact to answer. When he did finally answer Harris quickly stood and went to his kitchen.

"Porter, change of plans." Harris got an apple from a bag on the counter. "I need you to go the Reservation and finish Williamson."

"You know, if I do this, you owe me big time." Porter sighed heavily. "How long do I have?"

"Not very. Make it quick and if Walker gets in the way, kill him to."

Oklahoma - One Hour Later

The drive back to the Reservation was rather boring with Cordell asleep, but at least nothing happened during the seizure. He turned to check on his brother to see him asleep against the window, a pillow underneath his head. It seemed the only time Cordell got any decent sleep now was after he suffered a seizure. Cordell jerked in his sleep then began to moan. Must be having a nightmare, but Jarod should wake him up just in case.

As he reached over to wake up Cordell, flashing lights in the rearview mirror caught his attention. He let out a low groan as he pulled over onto the side of the road. Surely he wasn't speeding and Cordell kept his truck in excellent condition, so it couldn't be a busted taillight. He took a look in the rearview mirror to see the highway patrolman getting out of his vehicle. While the patrolman walked towards the truck Jarod got a strange feeling. He had only experienced it before while in the military and once as an officer. It always meant that something horrible was about to happen.

The patrolman reached the truck then tapped on the window with his nightstick. Jarod's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as his mind raced. He didn't do anything wrong, so why did this patrolman pull him over?

"Roll the window down now!" The patrolman shouted.

Jarod swallowed down his fear and shakily reached over to push the window button. Something wasn't right about this, he had to act quickly. He took a few deep breaths, threw the truck into drive then stomped on the gas. As he did this, the patrolman began firing towards them. The back window exploded getting a curse from Jarod and a jerk from Cordell. Why the hell was the patrolman firing upon him? He didn't use the truck as a deadly weapon and he sure as hell didn't act dangerous.

Cordell's head rolled over to him, his face contorting into confusion. "Did we wreck?"

"No, I just pissed off a patrolman!" Jarod veered into the opposite lane to avoid a slow moving vehicle. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so." He glanced over his good shoulder, his eye wide in shock. "What's going on?"

"Not entirely sure." Jarod reached down, grabbed Cordell's cell phone and tossed it onto his brother's lap. "Call Trivette. Maybe he knows what's going on." He cursed as he swerved the truck into the other lane. "Something isn't right about this."

It took Cordell only seconds to call his long-time friend by using the built in address book on the phone. Unfortunately his brain was still in a fog from the seizure and he had difficulties relaying what was happening. So, Jarod, while swerving to yet again avoid another slow vehicle grabbed the phone from his brother.

"Walker! Are you okay? Answer me!" Shouted Trivette.

"Don't worry, Cordell is okay." Jarod said as he pushed speaker and put the phone in it's holder. "Listen, we sort of ran into a problem here with a highway patrolman. He's kind of chasing us right now."

"What! Why?" He could hear Trivette talking to somebody then return to the phone. "Okay, we did get word of a police officer that tried to pick up Angie and Ray from school. Luckily, Angela was smart and didn't fall for it."

Cordell shook his head. "Jimmy, are you saying there are officers after me?"

"Seems like it. Okay, Billings called Oklahoma Highway Patrol. The officer who is chasing you didn't respond to his radio calls. He's gone rogue."

"Oh, that's super, great news." Jarod said, his voice bitter with sarcasm. He briefly turned his head to see Cordell staring out the windshield. "So, we just keep running?"

"Unfortunately, yeah." Trivette paused for a bit. "Just be careful. I'll stay on the line till help finally arrives."

Jarod shook his head. "Gee, thanks Jimmy for the help." He glanced at the speedometer to see he was reaching speeds usually incapable of doing in a pickup truck. "Geez Cordell, didn't know you had a bit of speed demon in you."

Cordell gave him a lopsided smile. "Got this truck when I was still a Ranger. Needed speed, so I upgraded." He shook his head. "Unfortunately, I didn't get a lot of time to use it."

"Well, it's definitely coming in handy now." Jarod glanced at the rearview mirror in time to see the patrolman attempting the pit maneuver on the truck. "Hang on!"

"To what!" Cordell let out a loud wince as the truck rocked violently, crashing him into the passenger door. "Can't believe he's trying to ram us!"

Jarod locked the brakes on the truck which sent it careening into a controlled spin. His hands slapped at the steering wheel as Trivette's voice hollered through the phone. Tires squealed against the asphalt as Jarod attempted to get the truck back on line. The patrolman hit the truck once again and the sound of metal being crushed could be heard.

This hit made the truck's left side tires to leave the road and Jarod knew they were about to flip over. But by some miracle, the truck righted itself and he threw it into drive. By now Jarod's hands were clammy and his vision had begun to tunnel. His adrenaline was rushing so fast, he barely could hear Cordell's heavy breathing.

"Can somebody please tell me what the hell just happened!" Shouted Trivette through the phone.

"Had a bit of a problem. Think we're good now." Jarod briefly glanced at his brother to see Cordell tightly gripping his right arm. "Cord, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." He winced as he glanced backwards. "Where did you learn how to drive like that?"

Jarod flashed his trademark smile at his brother. "That, I don't know."

Cordell chuckled. "Just, don't do it again." He nodded then pointed at the oncoming squad of police units. "Looks like help is finally here."