Not really sure about this chapter. I may rewrite it. :( Just not sure where to take this story anymore. I know I'm close to wrapping it up though. Any ideas, let me know. :)

After the man fired his weapon Corbett felt a sharp stab to the back of his head and knew he had just been shot. He could hear his brother yelling out his name, Cordell's voice showing an anguish he has never heard before. If he didn't act soon, the men will kill his brother and possibly his nephews as well. Corbett let out a loud grunt then started to pray for strength and guidance. Right now he needed all the help he could muster.

"How are you even still alive!" Shouted the ski mask men from behind Corbett.

Corbett gently touched the back of his head, grimacing as his fingers found the bullet hole. How the hell was he alive? He opened his eyes to see the hardwood floor before him and he knew what he saw wasn't an illusion. For some reason the bullet didn't do much damage and he never once lost consciousness.

"Corbett! Talk to me!" Cordell pleaded. "Are you okay?"

His brother's voice cut through the fog and caused his head to ache even more. He waited for the throbbing to ebb away before he finally got to his knees. After several deep breaths he gradually got to his feet, surprised to feel only a slight throb in his leg.

"Corbett?" Cordell's voice showed his bewilderment and shock. "You were shot…."

Corbett glanced down to see his brother was still on the ground, his one good eye showing deep emotional pain. His attention then went to Dobney to see the man looking at him with very large eyes. Behind Dobney he spotted movement which led him to believe there was more attackers in the living room. However, within seconds Michael appeared in the doorway with John next to him, both with pistols in their hands.

Michael slowly crept into the room, his attention solely on Dobney while John kept an eye on the ski mask man. "Put your weapons down, nice and slowly." When Dobney and the man obeyed Cordell swiftly grabbed their weapons and ejected the clips. "Now, lay down on the ground, hands on your heads."

Cordell threw the guns on the bed and quickly went to Corbett. "Corbett, you okay?" He grimaced as he gently checked out the wound. "You should lay down. That bullet could have bounced around."

"I'm fine." Corbett shook his head at Dobney. "Why? What is Marcellinio offering that the Rangers are not?"

Dobney smirked. "It's all about the money." He lifted his head up so he can look at Cordell. "You have a five million dollar bounty on your head." He took a deep breath then rested his forehead against the wood floor. "They will never stop, Walker. Not when Marcellinio is in charge. Cut off the head and you kill the body."

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Two blocks away Alex got that strange feeling once again in her stomach and quickly turned her car around. She had gone out to get more pancake mix knowing Corbett, John and Mike could eat several stacks on their own, but she began to wonder if that was a good idea. Hopefully when she got back to the ranch everything would be all right.

She knew she was breaking some road laws, but right now the only thing on her mind was her husband and family. As she got closer to the ranch her worse fears were answered. Lining the road and leading up to the house was a dozen squad cars along with three ambulances.

As her heart began to race Alex quickly got out of the car and ran towards the police line which was guarded by several officers. One smiled at her, lifted the yellow tape and waved her under. When she lifted her head up she quickly spotted Walker, John, Michael and Corbett sitting on the steps, the latter three with ice packs against the back of their heads.

"Hey." All four men said in unison.

"Is everything all right?"

Walker nodded his head. "Yeah, except Corbett will need to go to the hospital…."

"I told you I was fine!" He cringed as he pulled the pack away from his head and Alex could see it was stained with blood. "Just have a headache."

"Yeah, but you could have a serious head injury, Uncle Corbett." Said John, worry obvious in his voice. "I mean you were shot execution style."

This news got Alex heart to skip a beat and her mouth to fall open. "What!?"

Walker slowly stood, gripping his side as he did so. "It's okay, Alex. Apparently he has a harder head than I do."

A paramedic ran up to Corbett who quickly tried to wave him away. "Sir, please just go to the hospital." He pleaded. "We don't know where that bullet went to."

Corbett grumbled then nodded his head. "Fine, let's go."

Alex couldn't believe what John had said, it didn't seem humanly possibly that Corbett could be so alert after being shot in the head. Maybe it was just a graze and not really an actual bullet wound. After all there has been numerous times when Walker had been "shot" but it turned out to only be a very mild injury.

She turned back to Walker to see him actually joking with Michael. "Are you not even worried about your brother?"

Walker gave her a shrug. "Told ya, he has a hard head, Alex. Don't worry, he'll be fine."

An Hour Later

The hospital was eerily quiet and for some strange reason it made Corbett nervous. He tapped his fingers against his chest wishing he could get out of here and back with Cordell. Unfortunately he was made to wait for his CT scan results to make sure there was no damage to his brain. So far it seems the bullet had only cracked Corbett's skull and he'll actually be able to walk out of here. How did he fair so well when his brother has not?

A doctor walked through the curtain with a smile on his face. "Chest x-rays proved negative." He made his way towards Corbett's bed with a shake of his head. "Are you sure you were shot?"

Corbett quickly nodded his head. "Yes, my brother even saw the man shoot me."

"Right, well CT scans are clear." He shook his head with a smile on his face. "You're free to go, Mr. Walker. If you have any nausea, dizzy spells or if the pain becomes more severe come in immediately." He helped Corbett to sit up and handed him an ice pack, two prescriptions and an instruction sheet. "The prescriptions are for an antibiotic and for the pain. I want you to stay with someone for at least a day so they can keep an eye on you in case anything was to happen."

"Thanks doc." Cordell appeared with Corbett's shoes and clothes in his hands. "Hey Cord."

Cordell gave him his usual lopsided smile. "You'll be staying with us for a few days."

"Thanks." Corbett gradually swung his left leg over the bed and started to put his clothes on. "Is Dobney and his buddy safely locked up?"

His brother nodded. "Yeah, we have several officers and Rangers guarding them."

Trivette came through the curtain next with a shake of his head. "And I thought Walker had a hard head." He chuckled. "Both of you stumping doctors left and right."

Corbett smiled big at his brother. "And some say we aren't twins." He gradually put his pants on then stood to his feet. "Have you got anything from Dobney?"

"Not yet, but we're hoping he'll break soon." He rested his hands on his hips and shook his head. "Gage has his hands full right now. Let's just hope the Rangers can pull through this and become even stronger…." He glanced at Walker then patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Walker. We'll find Marcellinio and all the lawmen working for him then make sure they get the proper punishment for what they did."

Somewhere in Mexico

The call caused Marcellinio to throw his cell phone against the wall in anger and he started to pace his hotel room. How could Williamson survive a gun shot to the head? He ran his hand through his buzzed hair then snatched up a packet of sunflower seeds. Now, more than ever he wanted a smoke, but he vowed never to touch a cancer stick again after what happened to his uncle.

He spit out the shells then went to the dresser to pick up his spare phone. "Can't believe Williamson survived." He didn't want to make this call, but he had no choice.

"Gibson, here."

"Gibson, give the call out. It's best we scatter. I'll call when the right time has come."

His best man didn't argue back, instead he agreed and hung up the phone. From here on out Marcellinio will be living somewhere in Mexico with a new name and hopefully even a new look. The Walker family will be able to live a normal life, at least for awhile. He will wait for them to put their guard down before he will attack again.

Authors Note: Corbett's injury was actually inspried by a convience store clerk who was shot in the head, but survived. Saw it on the television show: "Bronx 911" on the Discovery Channel.