It was almost dark by the time Jacob Nighthorse pulled into his drive. To say he was displeased to see the Sheriff's trucking sitting there was an understatement. He was even more vexed to find the sheriff himself sitting on his porch. Walt stood as Jacob got out of his car.

"It is not enough to continually disrupt me at work with your ridiculous accusations? You are now going to start harassing me at my home as well? You realize you are trespassing on native land. Do I need to call Mathias and have you arrested?"

"I don't think you want to do that." Walt props his rifle up on his right shoulder.

"Threatening me in my own home. You are stooping to new lows Sheriff."

"I'm not threatening you, simply making a strong suggestion. We need to talk." He steps down off the porch.

"I have talked and talked and talked to you until I am blue in the face and you never seem to listen."

"Get in the truck Nighthorse."

Jacob reaches toward his pocket but is stopped by the Sheriff's hand on his arm.

"I don't think so. You're not going to need that where we're going." He takes the cell phone from Jacob, tosses onto the ground and smashes it with the heel of his boot. "If you want me off your land then your coming with me.

"Unbelievable! I know historically white people have had no conscience when it comes to taking things from Native Americans: land, possessions and even their women and children but it is 2014. Don't you think it is time to stop your imperial actions against the 'savages'? In case you haven't noticed, we are quite civilized now, quite contained, just like your people wanted."

Walt maintains a firm grip on Jacob's arm and starts to walk him to his truck. He opens the passenger door, "Get in."

"Kidnapping is a federal offense Sheriff. I'm not sure you'll survive prison."

"Probably not, but I have no intention of finding out."

He pushes Jacob onto the seat and breaks the inside handle of the door off with the butt of his rifle, "in case you get the idea to try to take off." After slamming the door shut he walks over to the driver's side and gets in. He picks a thick manila envelope up off the front seat and tosses it to Jacob, "Here."

"What's this?"

"The file on my wife's murder. There's some things in there you need to see."

Vic walks into the Red Pony and eagerly looks around for Walt. He is usually pretty easy to spot in a crowd but there are a lot of people here tonight. She catches a glimpse of Henry behind the bar and makes her way over.

"What are doing working? You're supposed to be celebrating."

Henry's smile fills his face, "Believe me, this is celebrating! Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, the doc said no alcohol until my brain's had time to heal."

"You mean you are actually doing what you have been told?"

She makes a face at him, "Ha Ha funny guy."

"What about the other day? You were drinking shots, were you not?"

"That was a special occasion. It's not everyday you get punched in the nose by your boss. Besides, I want to stay sober so I can help give rides home for you, Cady, and the rest of you lushes getting wasted celebrating the fact that we all get to keep getting wasted at a bar owned by you and not someone else. Speaking of Walt, I've been looking for him but I can't seem to find him. Do you know where he is? He hiding out in your office to get away from all these people?"

"I have not seen Walt since he left here earlier today. He said he had some business to tend to and that he would see me later."

"What was it?"

"What was what?"

"The business he needed to tend to?"

"He did not tell me and I did not ask. I stopped keeping tabs on the Sheriff a number of years ago, though I am sure if he needs someone to take care of that for him you would be perfect for the job."

"There you go trying to be funny again."

Henry flashes another big smile, "No reason not to be."

"Fine, I'll go see if Cady's heard from him."

Vic spots Cady on the other side of the room and she sighs at the prospect of wading back through the sea of people. By the time she makes it over to the jukebox where Cady is dancing, Vic's head has started to hurt. Too much noise in the room she guessed.

"Cady, have you heard from your dad?"

"No, isn't he here? I assumed he was here."

Cady isn't completely drunk but she has had a few and her thoughts are a little scattered as a result. Vic couldn't blame her for cutting loose a little bit. She has been under extreme amounts of pressure and deserves to relax and have some fun. Vic squeezes her eyes shut and winces at the pain in her head. Damn Chance and damn his baseball bat. She was having a hard enough time concentrating without having to deal with the aftermath of that nonsense.

Cady notices something isn't right, "Vic, are you okay?" She reaches out to touch her arm and Vic crumples to the ground.