Amelia rode into town on her horse knowing what she needed to do when she got there. She'd spent a restless night thinking of all the different ways that Ethan could die. God, she had thought she was so past worrying about him being in danger because of what he did.

Because of who he was, a man who never ran from trouble

She spurred on her horse faster as she went down the main road towards the saloon. She knew that Boone Walton would be hanging out there. Probably sitting down and eating one of Scotty's breakfast of a mess of fried eggs and some roasted potatoes. She had the information he'd need to track down his brother's killer. That way if he took charge of it with his men than maybe Ethan wouldn't have to get too involved.

But as soon as she thought that she saw its foolishness. She couldn't stand in his way of doing his job. It was his lifeblood as much as being a family man proved to be and she saw how the conflict between the two parts of him affected him.

Okay so she'd give him some notice too. But she loved him so damn much, so intensely that it hurt…being back in the same place as him and well not…but she couldn't think about that. She had to focus on what would happen when she told Boone who killed Walton.

The same men who'd killed Warrick in another city right in front of her. She knew why Warrick had died because his killers had their intentions on her and didn't want any witnesses to her kidnapping and the rest of it. But as to why Walton died, she didn't know yet. Even Ernie who had been trying to find the salable story in all of it still didn't have a clue.

She reached the outskirts and then rode harder into town until she reached the saloon hoping she'd catch Boone there.

Ethan sat in his office with Dakota looking at the damn wanted posters again. The wires about Burke and the other men working for Darrin hadn't yielded much. He still waited to hear from San Francisco and wondered why they weren't answering his wires over there. Darrin had stomped in dressed in his usual finery to demand that he lay off of Burke and the others.

"I'm not putting any pressure on them," Ethan told him, "I'm just trying to find a killer."

Darrin snorted.

"Don't tell me that. I'm getting complaints not only from my men but the merchants that you've been asking too many damn questions."

Ethan stood up to face the businessman.

"I'll do whatever it takes to find the man or men who killed Walton in my jail cell…"

Darrin waved his hand.

"It could have been anyone if one of your own deputies left the keys where anyone could find them," he said, "That is if they even told the truth…"

Ethan knew what he was insinuating…that it'd been Dakota or Charlie who'd killed Walton and then fabricated a false account of a disturbance for their alibi. But he knew his men and trouble is, he didn't know as much about the men working security for Darrin only that the man had tried to keep him from finding that information out. Maybe he'd paid off someone in San Francisco to protect Burke and the other guy…Trevor who'd been with him. Ethan hadn't even seen Trevor around at all so Darrin must have tucked him away someplace good.

"Burke and Trevor were the last to be seen with Walton," Ethan said, "That we do know…as for the rest of it if you don't let me question your men I can't find it."

Darrin smirked.

"That's your problem not mine."

"No it's your problem if I decide that you're blocking my attempts to find the truth behind a murder," Ethan said, "Then that'll make you an accomplice after the fact."

Darrin just looked at him, his mouth dropped open.

"What…I can't believe you'd do that…that you can even do that."

Ethan didn't feel moved by the man's words.

"Like I said, I'll do whatever it takes," he said, "I know Burke and Trevor at least know more about what happened to Walton than they've said so far and I'm going to find out the truth."

Dakota walked in on them and just looked at Darrin.

"Hi there…I thought you'd be at the saloon talking to Boone Ethan…"

"I will as soon as I can get out of here," Ethan said, "Boone up yet?"

Dakota went to sit down in a chair near Ethan's desk.

"He's been up. I'm not sure that man ever sleeps…he's determined to find out who killed Walton…"

Ethan cast a glance at Darrin.

"I am too because men aren't just supposed to die in my jail cell…not on my watch."

Darrin scowled.

"That's your problem…I'm heading back to the bank but if any of my men so much as report that you're harassing them…"

Ethan just looked directly at him wishing he'd stop trying to keep him from doing his job.

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring the killers to justice. If that makes your men a little uncomfortable…tough…"

Then Ethan watched as Darrin hustled on out of his office. Dakota just looked at his boss.

"He's really upset that you're questioning his men's integrity."

Ethan sighed.

"I know that those two men are responsible and I'm going to make sure they pay for it."

Amelia rode up to the saloon and slid off her horse. She went inside and ran into Scotty right away.

"You here for breakfast," he said, "Mary cooked herself some mighty fine buckwheat cakes."

She smiled at him.

"I ate…I'm here to talk to Boone Walton. Is he here?"

Scotty pointed to the dining area.

"He just started his eggs," he said, "I was going to fetch him more coffee."

Amelia saw the man sitting at the table pretty focused on his breakfast. She walked over towards him. He looked up as she approached and smiled.

"Good morning…"

She smiled back at him.

"Might I sit for just a moment?"

He nodded and she pulled out a chair to sit down facing him.

"What's on your mind?"

He cut right to the chase and she admired that about him.

"I'm here about your brother," she said, "I know who killed him."

His face turned serious right away.

"Who…?"

She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"I was going to tell you this earlier but…I had to do some thinking about it," she said, "You see I know who did it but I don't know why."

"Go on…and maybe together we'll figure out that part of it."

She nodded.

"It was two men…they killed a man named Warrick in San Francisco…just shot him and left him to die in the streets one night…"

"Do you know why these men killed him?"

She paused.

"It's because of me…"

He didn't say anything but waited for her to continue.

"I…well these two men knew my ex-husband, Pierce Lawson…he's well a con man of sorts I'd guess you'd call him. I have a few other names for him but they were looking for him. Our paths crossed and they knew I was married to him…but they didn't know about the divorce."

"I see…"

She felt her breath becoming ragged.

"I won't get into what happened after that…if it's okay."

He nodded.

"For now yes…though I might need to know later."

She swallowed dryly.

"I understand…but these men…they came to Paradise to work for Darrin and his daughter Martha…you've seen them around."

Boone sighed.

"Yes I have…not that I've had much to say to either."

"Well the two men are…"

Then right at that moment, she saw them enter the restaurant. The two men she was about to name and Boone followed her glance. Burke had started talking to Scotty and then to Sam the bartender, the one that looked after the saloon girls. She saw Burke and Sam go out towards the back entrance.

"Who are they?"

"Their names are Burke and Trevor," she said, "Sam's the bartender and he tends to the…saloon girls as well. I think that he's paying protection money to Darrin through Burke."

"I understand…it's a racket isn't it? Not different than you find in most cities and towns unfortunately."

She nodded.

"That's not the only thing that they did…"