Walker was so happy to see the patrol vehicles that he actually began to laugh. Their ordeal was finally over and he was glad Jarod had gotten them through relatively unhurt. However, he had taken a nasty blow to his right shoulder which now throbbed with such intensity he didn't want to move.

Jarod slowed to a stop then put the truck into park. "You sure you're okay?"

"Not really, my shoulder hit the door pretty hard." He attempted to move which made him grimace. "Might have to get it looked at back in Dallas."

His brother shook his head. "Sorry about that."

"Don't be, you did amazing." Walker glanced at the rearview mirror to see the highway patrolman holding a pistol to his own head. "The man wants to end his life."

Jarod took a look in the mirror then shook his head. "Not the way to do…." He quickly got out of the pickup as several police officers came running towards them. "Hey, somebody stop him! He has info that we need!"

Walker rolled his eyes then slowly got out of the truck. "Jarod, stop!" He grimaced at the pain in his shoulder and an officer quickly made a beeline towards him. "I'm okay."

"But, sir. You're bleeding."

"What?" Walker glanced at his shoulder to see spots of blood on the fabric of his button up shirt. "Great, I tore some stitches." He turned to see his brother now pounding on the front window of the highway patrol car. "Jarod, that's not going to help!"

Jarod turned to Walker, his eyes widening in shock "Cord! You're bleeding!" He whipped back to the car as the patrolman began shouting at him. "Oh, you have a problem with me now! You're the one that tried to kill us!"

The door opened and the man stepped out while waving his gun in the air. "You know I can shoot you here and now! Tell me why I shouldn't do it!"

"Look around you! You are surrounded by police!"

Walker shook his head, now realizing what Jarod meant by having a temper. Hopefully Angela or Ray won't inherent that small little trait. He took one last look at his brother then followed a police officer to a waiting ambulance. His legs, were wobbly and it took all he had left to put one foot in front of the other. By the time he reached the paramedics he was winded and couldn't wait to sit down.

A paramedic ran up to Walker then ushered him to a waiting ambulance. "Sir, let me check out your shoulder."

"Thanks." He graciously sat down and allowed the medic to cut away his shirt. "I had surgery on my shoulder, probably popped a few stitches."

"Yeah, but it's actually not that bad." He reached inside the ambulance, grabbed a few packets of gauze then smiled at Walker. "I'll patch you up real quick and you can be on your way." He turned around when Jarod started to yell at the patrolman. "Doesn't your brother know he's shouting at a man with an armed weapon?"

Walker chuckled. "How did you know we're brothers?"

"You two look very similar." He taped the gauze on Walker's shoulder then gave him a nod. "All set. Just be careful with it."

"Thanks." Walker cradled his arm as he watched Jarod argue with the patrolman. "Jarod!" He called his brother's name several times, but got no response. "Corbett!"

For some reason this did get Jarod's attention and in one quick movement he slammed his elbow into the patrolman's face, took his gun and ejected the ammo clip. As the man collapsed to his knees, his hands covering his shattered nose the police rushed in for an arrest. Jarod took a few steps back, handed the dismantled gun to a waiting officer then made his way towards Walker.

"Why the hell did you just call me Corbett?"

"Because you didn't answer to your other name." Walker allowed his brother to help him stand. "How bad is the truck?"

"It's drivable." Jarod went to the truck and started to check the front bumper. "It'll need to be repaired." He put his hands on his hips. "Let's head back. I'm starving."

Later That Night

After a simple dinner of hamburgers and chips at Billy's house, Walker knew it was time to talk to his close friend and to apologize for his actions. While Jarod took the truck to go back to the hotel to get their bags, Walker went with Billy to his back porch where both sat in worn out lounge chairs. There was several minutes of silence before Billy let out a slight a cough.

"So, Washo what really has been happening with you?"

Walker took a deep breath then shook his head. "I have problems with reading and slight comprehension." He looked at his friend then back at the yard before him. "I barely can read past fourth grade level…." His voice faded as his depression tried to come to the surface. "My daughter…she can read better than me…."

"Washo, there is nothing to be ashamed of." Billy patted Walker's knee. "Unfortunately with the brain damage, reading and other simple tasks will not come easy for you." He shook his head. "I know, growing up you learned very quickly. You were the smartest kid in school and you know what, you still are very smart, Washo."

"Billy, I can't read a newspaper or a menu without asking for help…."

"So what?" Billy shrugged his shoulders. "You still can do other things, right?"

"If you say so." Walker blew through his lips as he started to nervously bounce his foot. "I barely can do math, write or read." He shook his head. "Just wish I knew what I can do…."

"You will find out eventually." Billy pointed at Walker's hands. "How long do you have before you get the casts off?"

Walker took a look at his hands then back at Billy. "Going to the doctor when I get back to Dallas. Hopefully I can get them removed, but my left hand will need another surgery." He sighed heavily. "Then, there's my shoulder. That's going to take awhile to heal."

Billy nodded. "Well, remember I'm here for you." He bit his lower lip then took a deep breath. "I heard about what had happened today at Sally's. Washo, are the seizures always like that?"

"Sometimes. But most the time it's hand twitching or I space out." He shrugged. "It's part of my life now." His left hand went to rub his head. "They're getting worse though." He took a deep breath. "I don't really want to go through another surgery again, but unfortunately it may happen."

"Well, if you do, call me." He turned around to get a glance through one of the back windows. "So, what do you think of Jarod?"

Walker started to chuckle just thinking about his brother. "A handful, but he's a blessing. So different from me and yet, very similar at the same time." He shook his head. "Still have trouble believing he's my twin."

"Same here. All of my life, I have only known you. To see somebody who looks so much like you," Billy paused to shrug his shoulders. "It's quite eerie. However, he has more Cherokee in him, which is a bit strange since he's suppose to be your twin."

"Tell me about it. He's even slightly taller." The smile slowly went from Walker's face. "Billy, he looks so much like our father. It brings back so many memories…."

Billy beamed. "You still have your memories. You could have lost that."

"You might be right." Walker heard the front door open and judging by the footsteps knew it to be Jarod. "Jarod, we're outside!" He shouted out.

Jarod walked onto the porch then threw himself into an empty porch chair. "Got us checked out of the hotel. Thanks, Billy for taking us in for the last few nights we're here."

"Not a problem. So, do you go by Jarod or Corbett now?"

"Corbett." Jarod shrugged his shoulders. "Cordell has been calling me Corbett since the chase and it just fits." He sighed then checked his watch. "It's time, Cord."

Walker groaned. "Thanks for the reminder." He tried to get up, but found it difficult to do. Jarod quickly came over and helped Walker to his feet. "Billy, unfortunately after I take my medication, I'll be out for the night."

Billy nodded at his friend. "Not a problem." He slowly stood and followed the brothers back inside his house. "How many pills do you have to take?"

"Enough." Washo said.

Washo chuckled as he went into the living room where two duffel bags and a smaller travel case sat by the couch. Jarod went to the latter and zipped it open to get a clear bag with several prescription bottles inside. All of which were either different colors or had a large colored dot on the label. It pained Billy to see his once strong friend so dependent on medication, but he had to remind himself it was now Washo's new life.

"Okay." Washo took out a worn blue, spiral notebook and flipped it open to the last page. "All right, I need the purple, blue, red and green bottles." He turned to Billy with an eye that held as much emotional pain as it did physical. "Purple is for seizures, green is an anti-inflammatory, red is for pain and blue is for depression." He explained to Billy.

Jarod pulled out a bottle with an orange dot. "Don't forget the sleep meds."

"Of course, the sleep meds." Washo's voice held a bit of distaste towards Jarod. "Sorry you had to see this, Billy."

"Not a problem." Billy stepped up to his friend to get a better look at the notebook. "That's a lot of medication. Any of it counteract each other?"

Jarod snapped his head up in surprise. "Well, look at you talking all medical." He chuckled as he started to take pills out of the bottles. "Not really. Doctor Miller and Hayden are usually pretty good at finding stuff that can work with the seizure meds." He handed Washo a bottle of water. "Unfortunately, Cordell tends to fall asleep rather quickly after taking the night time ones."

Billy let the brothers be as he went to get the guest bedroom ready for Washo. After he made sure the bed had a few extra blankets and a pillow he went back into the living room to see his best friend sitting on the couch with Jarod right next to him. The look on the latter's face told him something had just happened.

"Is Washo okay?" Billy made his way to his friend's side to see him slightly dazed. "Jar… I mean Corbett, what happened?"

"Just small tremors, nothing big." Jarod patted Washo's good shoulder. "Let me help you to the guest bedroom."

After Jarod got Washo comfortable in the guest bedroom he came back and slumped onto the couch. "He's asleep, but not sure for how long." Jarod rubbed his hands down his face. "He hasn't been sleeping well the last few weeks. Probably because of the pain."

"So, you've been staying with the Walkers then?" Asked Billy.

Jarod shrugged. "Had no choice. I really screwed up, got myself caught and was sentenced to house arrest. Cordell and Alex were generous enough to let me stay at the ranch."

Billy shook his head. "You are definitely different from Washo." Billy glanced at a photo of him and Washo sitting on one of the end tables to see a different man than who was in the guest bedroom. "Wish you knew him before the attacks."

"That's what I keep telling myself." Jarod's voice held a lot of pain as he spoke. "Just wish I knew he was my brother before the attacks." He shook his head and rested his elbows on his knees. "Billy, something's happened, he's gotten worse." His fingers ran through his short Mohawk. "When I first met him, the seizures rarely happened and the depression wasn't this severe. I know I just met Cordell, but I really worry about him Billy."

"Brothers are suppose to worry about one another, that's what they do." Billy nodded his head. "I'm glad Washo has somebody watching over him at all times."

Jarod gave Billy a nod. "Yeah, sometimes though Cord doesn't like people helping him out."

Billy had to laugh. "Tell me about it." He slowly got up to get a photo album from a cabinet. "Washo will kill me if he found out I showed you this book." He handed it to Jarod. "Many pictures in there are of when Washo first came to live at the Reservation."

"Wow, he looked just like me as a kid." Jarod pointed to a picture dating back to the early sixties. "I need to get some of my photos from my adoptive parents to show you guys."

"How are your adoptive parents, Corbett?"

"Love them like they gave birth to me." Jarod snapped his fingers and stood up. "Do you have a computer I can use?" When Billy nodded he took out his cell phone. "Great, maybe I can actually get some pictures for you to see."

As Jarod called somebody on his cell phone, Billy made his way to the guest bedroom to check on Washo. When he opened the door, his friend did not stir which worried Billy. Washo use to be a light sleeper, must be the medications he is on. Billy shook his head then went to the office where he found Jarod at the computer.

"What are you doing, Corbett?"

"I had Christopher, my adoptive father email me some pictures." He opened up an email with several pictures in it. "There ya go." He got up so Billy could sit down and look at the pictures. "Just a few to give you an idea."

What Billy saw in the first photo made him look very closely to make sure it wasn't Washo. The young boy in the photo stood in front of a large fountain, his smile showing he was having the time of his life. Though the boy's hair was much darker and he had a tan, Billy could see how he was suppose to be Washo's identical twin. The other picture was later on in Jarod's life. This one showed Jarod in a martial arts uniform, his hair buzzed into a short crew cut. It made Billy remember one photo he had and he quickly went to get it.

"I actually have a photo of Washo of when he was in martial arts." He went to the photo album, pulled out the picture in question and went back to Jarod. "Oh wow." Billy held the photo up so Jarod could get a look at it. "Amazing."

Jarod shook his head. "Wow, he looks just like me. That is simply amazing." He chuckled. "I always saw the resemblance, but this looks like the same person." He rocked back with a smile on his face. "Gotta show Cordell this in the morning."