Chapter 1

The Earps and their wives were all at Virgil and Allie's place. The mysterious woman lay on their in-fashion couch. Still unconscious. She was in fresh clothing, a nightgown. Next to her, her old clothes were neatly folded into place. Clean as ones clothes could get. Her canteen was also in place on top of them. Along with that, her two ivory and sandalwood pistols lay across each other. Her knife rested there, deadly next to her pistols.

Allie walked over to the young girl and placed the back of her hand on her forehead. "She still has a fever," She said this glumly, "She's just a child."

"She is a child. Well, young anyway. Couldn't be a day over 25." Wyatt moved closer to Mattie.

A knock on the door was heard. Virgil stood up and went to open the door. Doc Holliday stood there drunk as ever. His eyes were bloodshot. A grin played out on his face. His posture, though, was straight as usual. In his right hand he had a bottle of whiskey. In his other was a half done, lit cigarette. His guns were visible in their holsters. "May I come in, Virgil?"

"Sure, Doc." Virgil spread out his right arm showing Doc the way.

"No worries, Virgil. I know my way." He protested and strolled in to where everyone was.

"Of course." Virgil whispered under his breath in his gruff voice. He followed Doc to the room.

Doc's eyes widened as he saw the woman asleep on the couch. His heart was beating a hundred and ten miles an hour. He immediately changed his expression to his normal one hoping that no one noticed it. He knew she was there, but he still couldn't control his feelings. He liked her. A lot. That's why he paid his visit. He finally spoke. "I see she's still asleep." He sat down on the opposite couch.

Allie spoke next. "Yeah, I only wish we had an extra bed for her."

"It's comfortable enough, Allie," Wyatt said.

"Did you find out who she is?" Doc asked and cut out his cigarette after seeing the glaring eyes of Allie.

"No. But she woke up a bit ago and mumbled something. It was really quite odd. After that she passed out again. She looks so pale," Allie said after she saw Doc put out his cigarette.

"You know, Doc? You really should stop smoking," escaped Morgan's mouth.

"Nonsense. I'm already as good as dead. Why shouldn't I enjoy life?" Doc asked. Morgan was surprised by this. Doc noticed his surprise and the corners of his lips went up slightly. He was amused.

"Whatever, Doc. Whatever floats your boat." Morgan got up along with Lou, his wife.

"Where you going, Morg?" Wyatt asked.

"Just heading home. We're going to stop by the local store, though, first."

"Alright, see you soon. Take care." Wyatt said while rolling up his sleeves.

Doc leaned back on the couch. Soon he heard coughing coming from in front of him. The girl shook violently as the weak coughs escaped and her body lifted up a bit. She gasped for air and fell back breathing heavily. Her eyes were shut tightly. Her face was drenched. Was she awake?