VOTE FOR MY POLL. HELP ME OUT(You can find it on my profile page). This chapter is short and sweet and gives a little background.
Lovers, Brother, Fathers
Dawn was sitting at Walt's kitchen table, he and Henry were sneaking onto the Reservation tonight and talking to Lily's mother May, Grant was Lily's father and had died trying to find her. Walt had told her that he didn't want her to become too involved in the case, it did have some parallels to her life but not as many as he thought. She knew how to separate a case from her personal life.
Lighting a cigarette would calm her nerves Dawn continued to nurse the beer in her hand. It never came to her that Walt would question her ability to separate and keep her past in her past. Dawn sat for a long time wondering if they would be caught by Mathias? She actually owed land on the reservation why wasn't she asked to go? It made no sense in having Walt arrested for trespassing not that she didn't think Henry could get him there and back without being detected.
She heard them before she saw them. Henry and Walt were back and they both entered Walt's house with no words, Walt put his hat on the table across from her and made it to the fridge and grabbed three beers. He tossed on to Henry and then one to her to, he kept one for himself. Dawn looked up as she opened hers and took the first swig.
"So, what's going on? Or am not allowed to know because I just won't be able to handle the truth?"
Henry for his part said nothing he looked between Walt and Dawn, wondering how long they would fight over this one.
"May called Grant Parkford for help finding Lily, she thought he wasn't interested so she gave up hope. May didn't know that Grant had gone up here looking for Lily. Grant got an inkling Lily would be in the RV, that is what got him killed. "
Last year at this time, Henry, Walt, and Dawn formed a bond that would probably never be broken. Walt had driven Martha to Denver for treatment for her cancer and Dawn was going to join them a few days later, keep Martha company and keep Walt from smothering the poor woman. Martha Longmire was stabbed in the parking lot of some restaurant while Walt and Dawn were out arguing over who would pay the tab.
They all went back to that night and sat around the table and played cards to the wee hours of the morning. Henry and Dawn made sure that Walt didn't drown his sorrows in the beer, at least no more than they did at times. Henry could never quite pin down his feelings for Dawn, whether or not they were ones of a brother, lover, or father. He could never get it quite right, when he tried the fatherly approach she looked at him like he landed from Mars. Brother only landed them both incredibly drunk and telling dirty jokes especially about Branch Conally. Lover, they did kiss once, right after the Sweat Lodge a few months ago, they were both hot and feeling not quite so jumbled and he kissed her. She had received it well enough, she kissed him back with tongue. Oh, the tangled webs they had all woven.