One day out in the woodland Logan and Kim drop down from a couple of trees where they had been hanging a large white sheet between the branches. After eying their work they turned to the three people who are posed stoically against some rocks in front of the improvised screen. They're all Plains Indians, yet each is from a different tribe - Cheyenne, Sioux, and Arapaho - and wear their distinct gar proudly. All in their late teens, they stand rigidly, like statues, their eyes alive with suspicion, quickly losing patience as Sully arranged them in a line.

After eyeing the young Sioux for a second as a feeling of familiarity came over him. Logan followed Kimberly's gaze to look at Sully. "This gonna take much longer, Mr. Watkins?" he asked, looking back at the large green wagon darkroom wagon pulled by a horse. A sign reads, "Daniel Watkins, Photographer."

At his words a man stepped into sight from the wagon. Daniel Watkins, an associate of Matthew Brady, a handsome bearded man, with wise, melancholy eyes. There's a trace of Tidewater in his fort, world-weary voice. He moves with a slight limp on a sore foot. His clothes are baggy, as if he's suffered a weight loss. "As soon as the sun comes out, I'll expose," he said, as he limped over.

"Better be sooner than later," Sully said, as the three of them moved toward the man.

Leaning close Kim whispered in Logan's ear, "is it just me or could Daniel pass as a Kenny Rogger's double?"

"Hey I'm the one that pointed out to you that Kit was practically Johnny Cash's clone," he whispered back.

"What did you say these renegades are called?" Daniel asked, as they drew close.

Looking at the man Sully answered, "Army calls them Dog Soldiers. Before the white man came, they were enemies. Now, they're forced to fight together for survival." As Logan and Kim stand behind him Watkins picks up a canteen, takes a long drink. He offers it to Sully who shakes his head. Watkins watches the clouds, waiting ... "The Cheyenne call them Asoakin," Sully finished before walking back to the wagon.

"What does that mean?" Daniel asked, looking after the man.

"Last hope." Daniel turned to look at Logan and Kimberly.

"It means The Last Hope," Kimberly said, as a note of sorrow creeping into her voice.

Watkins studies them for a moment as a bead of silence falls between them. As Sully returns with a heavy wood negative case from the wagon, and carries it over to Watkins, sets it down.

A short while later Logan, Sully, and Kimberly gestures for the Cheyenne to be patient. "Mr. Sully, White Falcon, Dancing Heron, might I take your photograph some time?" Daniel asked, the three of them.

"No," Sully answered simply. And Logan and Kimberly glanced at him.

"What's your objections?"

"There's some things best left to memory," Sully explained.

"And everything to its season," Logan said, before Kimberly who look at him mouth partially open. "Every photo plate you have is precious so it's best to wait for the perfect moment," Logan explained shooting her a look to stay quite.

For a second Daniel just looked at them. "Sun's coming out," Sully said, jarring him from his thoughts.

Watkins tentivly steps to the Dog Soldiers, corrects one brave's pose, moving a shield lower on a chest to reveal a breastplate. The Indian grows wary. Sully, Logan, and Kim again gestures reassurance. Watkins steps back to the camera. "Don't move!" he warns them and plucks off the lens cap.

The Indians see the lens pointed at them and panic. One dives for cover, another picks up a rock.

"No ..." Sully barks in Cheyenne raising his hands trying to calm them as they start throwing rocks.

As more rocks fly, Watkins doesn't protect himself, but his camera. Placing himself in front of the precious lens, he's struck in the head. He's momentarily stunned, but doesn't fall. Sully, Kim, and Logan jumps in front of Watkins arms raised. Logan catching a couple of the missiles.

"No! Its not a rifle. It won't hurt you!" they bark in Cheyenne.

The rocks stop coming. The Indians slowly eye them with suspicion. Sully takes a look at Daniel's wound.

"What's going on?" Daniel demands after eyeing the blood on his fingers.

"They think the lens is some kind of gun barrel," Logan explained.

"That's absurd."

"After everything that's been done to them, their families, and their people can you blame them?" Kimberly asked, feeling safe to lower her arms.

After a seconds silence Sully said, "You're gonna need stitches. I know a doctor lives not far from ..." as he started to pull the man to his feet.

"I'll see a doctor when I've gotten this photo," Daniel objected single minded shrugging off the man. Watkins pulls out his handkerchief, hurriedly blots the blood. "Tell them to sit down. I want this picture!" he said, gesturing to the braves.

"You keep yellin' like that they'll want your scalp," Sully warned as the three moved toward the still edgy men.

At their warning Daniel eyed the braves. "Then would you three please ask them to sit down ... And not to move."

Sully as Logan and Kimberly speaks to the Dog Soldiers. Trying to calm them and reassure them they were in no danger. They reluctantly regroup.

"Well ... Let's try that again, shall we?" Daniel says as the two rejoin him and Sully.

"Just no sudden movements this time," Logan advises. After looking at him Watkins slowly pulls off the lens cap. He begins humming to himself 'la da do da day', singing softly. He stands there, watching the Dog Soldiers intently, totally focused on recording the event.

1993

Back in the present day town museum a nervous and edgy Tommy stood by a framed photo that the little brass plaque proclaimed The Last Hope. Biting his lip he scanned the area again searching for two specific people.

"Tommy?" Aisha asked, coming up behind him.

"Any sign of them?" he asked, whipping around to face her almost hopeful.

"No I didn't see them at the entrance, but their coats are still in the visitor check in," she uttered quietly shaking her head and his gut dropped.

Letting out a frustrated growl teeth bared Tommy drew his fingers through his hair. "Where are they?"

1860s

Logan eyed the photography wagon tied up in front. Some curious townsfolk reading the sign. "I went to the National Gallery with my father once," and he turned to look at Mike as she ties off the suture on Daniel's head. Colleen has been assisting. She gathers up supplies. Sully and Kimberly looks on.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Smiling Michaela nodded. "Yes, I did, but I remember being terribly frightened by the photograph of Daniel Webster," and Logan chuckled.

"You should see him in person," Daniel said, with a smile.

"I remember seeing a photo of Andrew Jackson when I was a little girl," Kim said, eyes drifted back in remembering. "Dame near scared me half to death."

Smiling Sully hands a chuckling Daniel a glass of water. "Thank you."

"Are you still working for Matthew Brady?" Medicine Woman asked, as she handed Colleen a tool she no longer needed.

"No, I'm working for the railroad now," he answered and Logan and Kim shared a glance. "Doing a geological survey ... plus a few pictures for my own purposes, which Mr. Sully, White Falcon, and Dancing Heron has been very helpful in securing," and glancing up he shoots them warm smiles. "They're excellent guides."

"I know," Mike says and shoots Sully a broad smile. "You couldn't have chosen a better one."

Sully's surprised by the compliment. He holds Mike's look for a moment, but she breaks it. "What are we next door neighbors?" Kim mutters moving close to Logan who chuckles at that.

"Well, Mr. Watkins," and finished Mike moved close to where colleen picking up a bottle transferred some of the contents to a clean cloth. "Perhaps you should stick to photographing geology. It's not as dangerous as Indians," she finished and applied the cloth to the newly stitched cut and he cringed as the alcohol burned his raw flesh.

"The public wants to see the real West, Dr. Quinn," he said, simply as she continued to clean the wound.

"You oughta take a picture of Pike's Peak?" Colleen asked, her voice laced with interest.

"I took one last week. I'll just get it from my wagon," he starts to rise but he's unsteady.

"No please, Mr. Watkins. Sit down. You should take it easy for a while. You may have a mild concussion," Dr. Mike said, as she Sully, Logan, and Kim moved forward to steady the man and set him back down.

"I'm just a little dizzy," he reassured them.

"I'd feel better if you could stay in town for a day or so," Mike said, sitting down next to him.

Daniel smiles at her. "I thought this was about me feeling better," he said.

Mike returns the smile. "I'd like to keep you under observation."

"Well, I can't think of anyone I'd rather be observed by..." Sully shifts, somewhat uncomfortable at Watkins' flirtatious charm and Mike's response. Logan and Kim move close to him. "I suppose I could set up a show, take a few portraits," and he paused thinking it over. "I'll stay if you allow me to photograph you, Dr. Quinn."

"What on earth for?" she said, with a good spirited laugh.

"It'd make a wonderful series for the stereoscopic viewer. 'The Life of a Lady Physician.'"

"Oh ... well, I'm afraid it wouldn't be very interesting. My life is rather ordinary," she said, clearly flattered by it.

Yeah as ordinary as a blizzard in August, Red Dragon commented with a chuckle that mirrored Logan's at her words.

Smiling at her Daniel took her hand. "After my years photographing the war, I find everyday life quite amazing. Especially when viewed from the proper angle." He gives her another charming smile. "So is it a yes?"

Mike hesitates. Colleen, excited by the prospect, nudges her. "Come on, Dr. Mike."

Medicine Woman looks at Sully, Kimberly and Logan, who isn't about to give their opinion. "My patients would have to agree as well."

"Of course. Is that a yes?"

"I suppose it is."

Colleen hugs her. "You're gonna be famous."

The look on Dr. Mike, not so sure about this ... Logan however looks at Kimberly. Knowing that Colleen was right. Especially to her family.

The next day Logan and Kimberly were in the meadow their knives in their hands carving small sticks as they watched the quilting circle gathered in the meadow. Olive, Emily, Mike, other regulars, gathered about a quilting frame. Glancing over they watched Daniel move out from behind his camera... and they see a flash of the back screen where they saw an upside down quilting circle in the ground glass lens before he moves back behind the camera.

Logan eyes Daniel as he checks his focus one last time. He squints. He rubs his eyes.

"I never thought I'd be moving to Denver," they heard Emily say and they turned back to look at him.

The women are passing around a hand mirror, primping for the photo. Daniel loads his plate, removes the light cover. "Don't worry, we'll come visit," Olive reassured her.

"And you'll be back with your husband when he's on business," Michaela pointed out to her.

"Well, at least I'll have this picture to look at if I get lonely..." Emily said, looking over at the camera. "Too bad I couldn't get a picture of the whole town."

At her words Logan struggled very hard to keep the smile from his face as his heart lifted in hope. "Mr. Watkins, have you ever taken a picture of a whole town?" Medicine Woman asked, after a second of considering Emily's words.

At once the knife paused in Logan's hands and he glanced at the man. "No, but that's a splendid idea, Dr. Quinn," he said, more to himself and slowly turned to survey the meadow. "If I build a scaffold high enough, I suppose I could ..." as he eyed the area next to the bridge.

"I think it would be a good idea," and he looked at Logan. "I mean this could be a good way for the town to come together," he explained as Kimberly frowned in confusion trying to remember when he had done something like this.

For a second Daniel was silent then turned back to Mike. "How many people would be in it?" he asked.

Medicine Woman slowly shifted her gaze from Logan and back to Daniel. But before she can reply. "Just the leading citizens. Fifty or so," Olive answered for her.

"Why only those people?" Mike asked, and Kim and Logan shared a glance as their guts sink.

"It oughta be the ones who built this town," Olive answered simply.

"Well, then I don't qualify," Mike said, and the pair could hear the edge coming into her voice.

"I don't mean actually built it...," Olive said, searching for the right explanation. "I mean, the important folks. You qualify for that."

"And I think I can give a pretty accurate guess about who won't be allowed in front of the camera," Kimberly muttered as Watkins steps back to his camera, waits for them to settle. "No blacks, Indians, or immigrants," she counted off with the flat of the blade of her knife against her fingers.

"Don't forget Mexicans and Confederates," Logan added.

"I believe anyone who wants to be in the picture should be in it," Mike said, and smiling Logan gave Kimberly a little encouraging bump on the shoulder.

"Dr. Mike," Olive said, shooting her a smile. "This town's no different than a quilting circle. We know who's in it, and who ain't."

"What about the immigrants?"

"They ain't."

"But some of them have lived here longer than I have ..." Mike started to object.

"Hold still, please. Remember, you can't move," Daniel said, interrupting their thoughts. He removes the lens cap, begins to hum a tune.

Mike and Olive and freeze, but though Logan saw their jaw clinched tight but respectful.

"Dr. Mike!" turning Logan and Kimberly see Colleen come running across the bridge from town. "Mrs. Eckland's having her baby!"

Mike looks ready to bolt, but Daniel appeals to her… "Just a few more seconds ... Done." Daniel covers the lens. Mike jumps up from the quilting frame, grabs her medical bag and runs off with Colleen followed by Logan and Kim. Daniel hurriedly gathers his equipment. "Wait up, Dr. Quinn..."

"I can't wait, and neither can Mrs. Eckland," Mike barked, over her shoulder.

A short while later Logan, Kimberly sit outside a fabric screen providing some privacy. "It hurts so much!" they heard Mrs. Eckland scream. At the sound of it Logan glanced at Kimberly and saw her pale with tinge of green.

Trying to give her a reassuring smile Logan put a hand on her shoulder. Tring not to think of what it would have been like for her to give birth to Rachel. "You're doing fine ... now push ... harder! ... Again! ..." they heard Mike say to the screaming woman.

Mrs. Eckland screams as she pushes. Looking over Logan watches Daniel as he sticks his head out from under his darkroom sack. His wagon is nearby. "I'm not ready yet!" he called out to the women on the other side of the screen.

"Well, this baby is!" Medicine Woman called back to him.

"And I don't think it cares," Kimberly muttered.

Daniel drives back into the sack. "That's it! That's it!" they heard Dr. Mike say.

"I can't ... I ..."

"Push one more time ... the head is out!" Michaela told her.

Daniel's head pops out from under his sack, holding a wet plate negative. He moves to the camera. The three and Mr. Eckland hear a last scream. For a moment, the scream seems to stop him, then Daniel continues working.

"Here comes the shoulders ..." they heard Mike say then as Daniel loads the negative. They hear a baby cry and smiling Logan looks at a glowing Mr. Eckland and put a hand on his shoulder.

Turning Logan looked down at Kimberly who remained seated where she had been with that same look on her face. "If giving birth is this bad…" she muttered as he sat down next to her. "I want nothing to do with it."

Chuckling he shook his head. Before he could say anything Mike stepped around the screen. She's beaming, wiping her bloody hands on a towel.

"It's a girl," she proclaims before moving the screen back. Revealing Colleen has wrapped the baby in a cloth. Mrs. Eckland holds it on her stomach. She's sweaty and exhausted, but beaming with pride and glowing with motherhood.

"But worth it…" Logan whispered leaning into Kim's ear. With a tear of joy in her eye for mother and child and he wrapped a loving arm around her. "I have a feeling that you'll be a great mother."

Whipping away a tear she smiled up at him. "I wish I had your confidence."

Smiling at her the two turned as Daniel said, "Congratulations, Mrs. Eckland," as he beamed at mother and child. "Dr. Quinn, would you stand next to the new mother, and Colleen on the other side," they quietly do. "Mrs. Eckland, do you have a favorite song?"

"You're going to sing for us?" Mrs. Eckland asked, slightly confused.

"It's how I time the exposure," Daniel explained.

Mrs. Eckland thought for a second. "I'm partial to "Shenandoah."'

"So am I," Daniel said, smiling. He removes the lens cap, begins signing. Logan and Kimberly watch as Mike, mother and child was posed for the photo. "Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter, away you roaming river. Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you ... Away, I'm bound away. Cross the wide, Missouri…"

A little while later Logan, Kim and Medicine Woman watches Daniel step out from his photo wagon. He holds the developed wet plate up to the sun. He's troubled by something he sees. Watkins suddenly grows angry, smashes the glass plate against the wagon wheel, shattering it.

"Mr. Watkins?"

Daniel turns to see the three (Mike holding her medical bag,) watching him, puzzled. He quickly recovers.

"The glass cracked," he explained gesturing toward the shattered remains.

"Oh, dear ..." Mike said, disappointed and Logan frowned thinking there was more to it.

"It's best to destroy them," he finished and Kimberly nodded.

"I can understand that," she muttered.

Mike crosses to him. Daniel limps around to the rear of his wagon, picks up a canteen and takes a drink of water. "I'll make a new plate, take another picture," he said, and turned back to his wagon.

"Is your foot bothering you?" Mike asked, eyeing his movements.

Daniel shrugs it off. "Just a sore spot where my boot's rubbing."

"Would you like me to take a look at it?"

"It's nothing," he reassured her and he climbs back inside the wagon to prepare a new plate. Logan and Kimberly move close to Mike, each now sporting a curious look.

Present

After looking through the men's rooms with Rocky, Adam, and Billy. Tommy waited by the photo exhibit again. This time next to an old black and white photo of three woman one laying on a bed with a newborn baby held lovingly in her arms. Behind her was a girl in her teens and at the foot of the bed was a beautiful woman with a fait smile on her lips her hands bloodied from the birth. While the one next to it showed the same woman bandaging a young boy's arm.

Below it the plaque read. "'A Doctor's Reward.' Taken by Daniel Watkins. Part of, The Life of a Lady Physician Collection. On loan from the Hart family.'"

Chuckling he looked away. Even when you're not here you're apart of my life Beautiful, he thought to himself.

Just then he spotted Aisha and moved to intercept her. "No she's not in the ladies room," she said, before he could ask.

Letting out a frustrated growl Tommy spun around throwing his arms up. "Where are they!?"

1860s

Standing on the street Logan and Kimberly smile up at the temporary gallery on the other side of Loren's store. There's a sign by the entrance. "Photographic Exhibition. Admission, Adults Ten Cents. Children, Five Cents." Brian stands at the entrance, collecting money.

Smiling they step forward and gladly handed over the coins which Brian proudly put in the box. Before they step inside.

A series of prints hangs on the walls of the tented gallery. Loren is watching the people. There's a table with stereoscopic viewers and cards for sale.

As Logan was examining a series of landscapes, portraits, some pictures of the civil war. With townspeople looking at them.

Shifting his gaze to where Loren exited he heard the man mutter to Brian, "Don't let 'em stay too long. And if Mrs. Barnsworth stays in there any longer charge her an extra nickel," and shaking his head Logan chuckled.

When the two went into the store to meet up with Medicine Woman, Olive was just saying, "You should hear what people been saying in there."

"Like what?" Mike asked, as the pair moved close to her.

"All sorts of hateful things about hairy eyebrows and ugly noses and how "Mrs. Hosmer of New York City" shoulda been born a man."

"I saw her picture. I agree," Loren said, looking at her from what he was doing and Logan held back a snort remembering the picture and some of the woman's masculant features.

"I was thinkin' about gettin' a portrait done, but now I'm not so sure. It ain't like lookin' in a mirror," Olive continued as she started counting the contents of the store's strong box.

"That's for sure. Count me out," Loren agreed though Logan and Kimberly shared a glance. Both wondering how long it would take for him to change his mind.

"Me, too, I'm afraid," Olive said, almost sadly.

"You'll still be in the town picture?" Michaela asked, and Logan and Kim looked at the pair.

"Well sure," Loren defended.

"That's different," Olive put in.

"What do you think about taking the town picture next Sunday?" Mike asked, and the pair looked at her.

"Awe what about tomorrow?" Loren asked, pausing in his dusting of a lamp.

"Well, Robert E won't be back from Denver until next week ..."

"So what?" Loren asked, exasperated.

In the background down the street, a wagon driven by a boy pulls up and stops in front of the telegraph office. "So he should be in the photograph?" Mike asked, frowning from one to the other.

Sighing Olive looked at her. "Mr. Watkins might not be stayin' that long ... 'sides, some folks might object to havin' their picture taken with Robert E.," she said, as Logan eyed the boy entering the telegraph office.

"Me for one," Loren said, going back to work.

"How can you say that?" Mike objected while Logan and Kim crossing their arms looked at the pair with hard faces. Each thinking of a half dozen reasons for them and ten times that why they should.

At a flash of movement Logan sees the boy and Horace exit the telegraph office. "'Cause it's the way things are," Loren answered simply.

"They don't have to be. Loren, if someone influential like yourself takes a stand, it can make a difference. Individuals can change things ..." Mike started as Horace comes running up the street.

"Aw, don't lecture me..." Loren moaned interrupting her.

Before she could say another word Horace burst into the store. "Dr. Mike?"

"What's wrong Horace?" she asked, concerned looking at him.

"It's my ma. She's sick. Lewis just brought her in," he said, quickly and the pair quickly left followed by Kimberly both thinking of Horace's nephew that arrived in town last week.

When they got back to the wagon Lewis hovers over the elderly Mrs. Bing, stretched out on a bed of blankets in the back of a wagon. Colleen comes from inside the clinic. There's an unspoken hello between her and Lewis and Kimberly glances between the two of them.

"This is Dr. Mike, ma," Horace said, quickly to his mother before she turned to Mike. "And this is my nephew Lewis. He's been stayin' with her."

"She's been hurtin' bad since yesterday," Lewis told them.

"Bring her inside," Medicine Woman said, shifting into doctor mode.

Logan helps Horace lift Mrs. Bing down from the wagon. In his arms the old woman felt to light and frail. Glancing over he sees Myra watching them over the swinging doors. She hesitates, but then exits coming up, concerned.

"Horace?" she asked, worried. At once he freezes looking at her. "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Bing grimaces in pain, but gets a look at Myra from where she lay in Logan's arms. "It's my grandma. She's ..." Lewis started to explain.

"Uh, excuse me, ma'am, we got an emergency here," he interrupts the boy and Logan blinked at the man as he and Kimberly stare shock.

Giving himself a shake Logan, Horace, and Mike carry Mrs. Bing into the clinic. Colleen and Lewis shrug in sympathy to Myra, then follow Horace inside while Kimberly wraps a comforting arm around her as a tear ran down her cheek. Devastated by Horace's snub.

After they settled Horace's mother in Logan and Horace left Dr. Mike to examine her. When they were downstairs Logan reached out and spun him around and pressed him against the wall. "White Falcon…," Horace started then despite being a good foot taller than Logan shrank back under his glare.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you Horace?" Logan demanded in an undertone so not to be heard. "What the hell was that? Why did you do that to Myra?"

Biting his lip Horace like a child caught red handed Horace shrank back. "I didn't think she'd understand," he finally admitted.

Frowning Logan looked at him. "'Understand?' what are you…?" he started then paused as realization hit home. "You've practically been dating Myra sense the Influenza epidemic and you haven't told your mother that she's one of Hank's girls?"

Slowly the man shook his head. Sighing Logan turned throwing his arms up. "Please try to understand…" Horace said, behind him.

"'Understand!?'" Logan demanded in a hiss whipping around to face the man who back up to the wall. "This is what I understand," he continued very quietly taking a step forward. "Myra is a good woman. And if you've forgotten to the person she is and just think about what she is…," and shaking his head Logan stepped back. "Then you don't deserve her…," and with those words Logan turned and left him standing there.

Outside Logan closed the door behind him eyes closed trying to calm himself. "Gave him the 9th degree?" Kimberly asked, quietly behind him. Slowly he faced her and nodded. "Then don't be too hard on yourself," and she put a hand on his shoulder. "I would have."

Smiling Logan chuckled. "That would have left a few scars on him," then he looked at Lewis and Colleen standing a little ways down the porch. "Where's Myra?" he asked, looking around for her.

"She had to go," Kim said, simply and looked over at the Saloon.

Later after Horace came out of the clinic he and Lewis wait on the porch. In front of them Logan and Kim wait leaning against the porch posts. Every now and then Horace would glance up at them then shamefully looked away when one of them would look at him. At the sound of the door their gaze turned to see Mike exit outside.

"She's resting now," she said, to Horace going over to him.

"What's wrong with her?" Horace asked, standing to meet her.

"I don't know yet."

"Should we take her to Denver?" Lewis asked, behind her adjusting his glasses.

Medicine Woman turned to look at him. "I do know she has a high fever, a serious infection, and if you put her back in that wagon and ride to Denver, she'll die before you've gone ten miles," she explained looking from one to the other.

"She gonna be all right?" Horace asked, fear creeping into his voice.

"I can't say yet. It could be anything from tick fever to kidney stones. But whatever it is, your mother has a weak heart ..." Michaela lets the sentence dangle. Horace nods, before he leaves with Lewis.

Standing straight Logan and Kim move beside Mike. "Question is what's going too happened to Lewis if she goes?" Logan asked, quietly and Mike looked at him.

Later Logan was playing a little game with Wildfire a small group of laughing children watched not far off. Laughing as he ran from Wildfire coming up fast behind him before he gave Logan a nudge to his back sending him rolling across the ground. Stopping onto all fours he eyed the horse as it trotted rather smugly away from him before darting forward.

He was just about to catch him when he spotted Colleen talking with Lewis on the bridge. "I thought you went back to Kansas," she heard her say to him.

Leaning against the railing Lewis shook his head. "No, that's just where I was stayin' 'fore they sent me to Uncle Horace and Grandma."

'"They?"'

Lewis "Another aunt and uncle."

"What about your parents?"

There's a beat of silence. "They're dead."

"Both of them?" He nods. "I didn't know...I'm real sorry," he shrugs. "Our ma died, too."

"So Dr. Mike's your aunt?"

"No. Fact is, nobody hardly even knew her, but my ma had a feelin' she was the one should take us, and my ma was right."

"I wish somebody'd take me and quit tradin' me around."

"Maybe if Horace and Myra get married, they'll take you."

"You think so?" Lewis said, sounding hopeful.

"Sure. I'm sure she'll like you a lot."

"When're they gettin' married?"

"I don't know. Hank's got some kind of contract with Myra. It might take a while. Plus he hasn't asked, her yet."

Lewis' enthusiasm drops... "Oh."

Colleen reaches out to pay his hand, which momentarily overshadows the rest of his problems. Smiling at the pair Logan nods. "You truly are both of your mother's daughter Colleen," he muttered then reaching up wrapped one arm around Wildfire's head who had trotted up behind him to rest it on his shoulder. "But can you tell me why I keep meeting people who seem to have my back story?" he asked, looking the animal in the eye. The animal gave a neigh in repose.

I think he and I both agree that maybe it's to give hope to those that went through what you're going through. Like what Colleen is ding for Lewis right now, Red Dragon said.

Later as Mike is closing up, locking the door Logan and Kim waited for her to ride her home. "It's late you two don't have to ride home with me," she was saying as she turned to them.

Waving it off Logan countered, "We think of it as payment for the meal Colleen will give us when we get back to the homestead," as they step off the porch then the three of them pause at the sound of drunken singing.

"Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care Jimmy crack corn, and don't care, Jimmy crack corn and I don't..." Glancing over they spy Daniel is seated on the edge of the horse trough outside her window. He's got a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a cigar in the other, and he's soaking his foot. He hasn't bothered to roll up his pants. Mike approaches while Logan and Kimberly hung back to watch.

"My master's gone..." Daniel continued to sing then paused when he sees Michaela. "Dr. Quinn. Good evening," and lifted the bottle in greeting.

He tries to stand, not taking his leg out. They see him grimace in pain. He sits back down. "Pull up a trough, doc, I'll buy you a drink," at his words Wildfire and Flicka walked forward and after the three looked at each other the horses shared a glance then at the trough. Before they took several steps back.

As Daniel waves them off a smiling Michaela stepped forward. "No, thank you. But I would like to examine your foot."

"What for?" Daniel slurred out looking at her.

Smiling at him she eyed the water in the trough as she sat down on the edge. "It's obviously troubling you," and she raised her gaze to meet his eyes.

Giving his submerged foot a side look Daniel nodded. "That's true of many things lately."

"Well, this one I may be able to fix," and Daniel eyed her and watching the two Logan and Kim gave their horses affectionate rubs as they drew near.

"It's nothing," he finally said, the whiskey in the bottle slushing as he waved it off.

"Mr. Watkins, that water is hardly sanitary and certainly doing your foot more harm than good," Medicine Woman pointed out shooting the water another look.

Daniel eyes her for a second before he reluctantly lifts his leg out, props it on the trough. There's a nasty ulceration that spreads across three of his toes and Kim gasps at the sight of it.

Mike places her hands on his feet. "Umm ... warm hands," Daniel sighs.

"How long have these been like this?" Dr. Mike asks examining it closely.

"A while ... never met a woman doctor before," Daniel slurred out trying to put on the charm and Kim chuckled and smiling Logan shook his head. Mike takes one of his hands, examines his nails, and begins to take his pulse. "Why'd you become a doctor?"

Mike looked up at him and Logan felt a little uneasy. "Why'd you become a photographer?"

Daniel was silent for a beat before he answered, "Thought I'd be good at it."

Mike smiles. "Me to," she drops his hand. "Would you come inside?" and standing offered her hand to him.

After a second he takes it and with his slurred singing continued Mike leads him inside after unlocking the door. "I'll be inside in a second," he told Kimberly before she followed the pair.

As they go inside, Logan looks to the corner of the building and Wildfire in two walks over and sees Sully in the shadows, none too pleased with the spark between Dr. Mike and Daniel. "Do you want to come out?" he asked. After a second Sully stepped forward and glanced at the spot Mike used to occupy. "You know fortune favors the bold my friend," and Sully turned his hard gaze on him. Sighing Logan shakes his head. "He's an old flirt nothing for you to worry about, but your problem is that is that sometimes you think too much instead of doing something."

For a couple seconds Sully held his gaze. Before he slowly lowered it.

Meanwhile in the clinic Mike is examining Daniel's eyes with an ophthalmoscope while Kimberly watched. There's a candle and reflector lamp giving light. He's got a new clean bandage on his foot. He's almost sober now.

"You've got the prettiest eyes," Daniel complemented and a smiling Kim shook her head wondering if he ever turns off the flirt as Michaela shushed him. "Can't help but notice being this close to 'em."

Mike sits back. She's charmed by his flirtations, but troubled by what she must tell him. He senses her reluctance to speak. "Whiskey and truth should be served straight up, Dr. Quinn," he said, trying to reassure her.

"There's extensive damage to the blood vessels of your retinas. That's why you've been having trouble seeing," she told him.

"I could get new glasses?"

"No. I'm afraid they won't help," Medicine Woman said, before she was silent for half a beat. "I suspect you've got diabetes mellitus," and she saw Kimberly's mouth partly slightly before she closed it. "Some people call it Sweetwater. Constant thirst, frequent urination, slow healing of cuts on the feet ... those are a few of the symptoms."

Daniel nods. He's got them all. "Can you cure it?"

"I can treat it with strychnia, bicarbonates and other medicines. They'll relieve some symptoms, but they won't halt the progress of the disease ... or the decline of your eyesight."

Daniel realizes it's more serious. "What are you trying to say?"

Michaela is silent for a beat. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Watkins. I'm afraid you're going blind," for a second silence rings through the room before Daniel takes a deep breath to control himself.

The next day after Logan had been informed what happened they went to the gallery together. As they again started browsing the photos Daniel enters through a curtain in the back. We see it's where he's doing the portraits. A camera is set up.

After nodding to Logan and Kimberly he eyes Medicine Woman as she pauses at one of the Civil War photos. It was of a group of soldiers going into a large tent. They watched as she gently runs a finger over one of the men standing in front of it.

"That was a field hospital. In Virginia," Daniel said, and he stepped closer to her.

Not turning to look at them Mike keeps her eyes locked on the figure. "I can't see all of his face ... but it's uncanny ... he looks like the man I was engaged to," she muttered.

"What?" Kimberly said, surprised looking at Logan.

"Engaged?" Daniel asked, taken aback. "What sort of man would let you get away?"

"He died in the war," she explained and Kimberly looked at her. "Captain David Lewis," then turns back to the man in the photo. "This may seem silly ... but by any chance do you recall his name?" and she looks back at Daniel.

Daniel studies her for a moment. "Let me think ... it might have been ... yes ... I do believe it was a Captain Lewis ..."

"Really?" Mike asked, sounding hopeful.

"I'm almost certain. And I remember he was very well thought of by his fellow officers," Daniel said, moving off the memory drawing him back. Mike nods, wanting to believe. "That was the day I nearly got blown up by the Confederate artillery. I was lucky. "Daniel smiles at the irony, then... "So, what's gonna happen to me?"

Their gazes falling Logan and Kim turn to Dr. Mike. She continues to look at the photo, unable to face him. "Your eyesight will continue to fade. You'll grow weaker, you'll have difficulty breathing, eventually slip into a coma..." she explained her voice trails off.

Again silence fell. "How much time have I got?" at his words Logan and Kimberly looked at him knowing they reached the part of the conversation they were trying to prolong.

Mike turns to face him. "It's difficult to say. I do know you'll live longer if you return immediately to New York for treatment…"

"I can't do that," Daniel interrupted her.

Facing him Mike tried to reason with him. "They have the best hospitals in the country. With property care, you could live for years. But you need therapy I can't give you."

Tapping his glasses against his palm Daniel slowly faces her. "What I need is to go on taking pictures for as long as I can see."

"But without treatment and rest, and a restricted diet, you'll fail sooner," Michaela said

Slowly Daniel faced her. "Dr. Quinn I do not want the war to be all I remember when I close my eyes forever," he said, waving his hand at the war photos trying to make them understand. "I want to take all the photographs I can. I want to fill up my memory with wonder and beauty. I want to recall every sunrise, every mountain peak climbing to the heavens," and for a brief second he raised his gaze to the heavens. "And..." slowly he lowers his gaze down to Mike and Kimberly. "...and I want to remember women who look like you do right now," the light, the angle, the turn of her face could comfort any man through an eternity of darkness.

For a second silence rang after his little speech. "That's a…heck of a reason to keep going on," Kimberly said, a small tear in her eye.

Slowly Logan nodded in agreement. "And a legacy worth leaving behind…" and he lowered his gaze. "Just do one thing for us," and frowning Daniel faced him. "Make sure it's one that will be remembered for generations."

A broad smile spread across his face then turned back to Medicine Woman. "May I take your portrait?" he asked, quietly and she looked softly at him. "Please…" he half pleaded.

He gestures to a chair. Mike nods, sits down. Daniel moves to his camera, pulls off the lens cap. Logan and Kimberly solemnly watch as Daniel starts humming the hymn, "All Things Bright and Beautiful."

Needing some time to himself Logan stood with Wildfire by the clinic rubbing affectionate hands along him while Kim was inside. At the sound of feet Logan glanced over and through the mingling townspeople he saw Horace walk over and into the Saloon. Wondering what was going on he focused to listen in. Partially thinking on how much practice he was getting with controlling his senses.

"Myra?" he heard Horace say the background noise of the saloon and street an annoying throb of pain.

"How's your ma?" he heard her ask.

"Not so good."

"I'm sorry," there was a beat of silence between them. "Horace, I got work to do."

"I want to introduce you," and at those words Logan perked up turning his head more.

"Why didn't you?"

"I didn't think she'd understand."

"'Course she wouldn't. What'd you expect? ... What's she gonna think when she finds out we're courting?"

"I don't care what she thinks."

Again silence fell between them. "Well, then when're you gonna tell her?" Myra finally asked.

"Myra, it's just not the right time, with her being so sick and all. You understand."

"I understand," Myra answered quite hurtful.

"What can I get you?" Hank's voice budded in.

"Nothin'," Horace answered.

"You don't want to pay for her time, she's got customers who do."

Again silence fell and Logan heard shuffling feet. Then after some rapid shuffling. "Myra? You come over right now."

"Where you think you're going?"

"Here. I'm paying for her time," and Logan heard a rustling and a coin falling to the floor.

As the couple exit the building and Logan reins in his senses and watched them cross the street and onto the clinic porch. Just before he followed Horace looked over at Logan and they locked eyes. For a brief second they were still before a grin grew on Logan's face and he nodded. Horace returned the smile and nodded back before he followed.

After fighting an intense internal battle Logan extended his senses again. "Ma, this is Myra," he heard Horace say. "I wanted you to meet her 'cause we're ... well, we're ... courting."

The announcement hangs in the room for a beat, then... "That's wonderful. I was afraid you'd never find anybody. You've made me very happy," he heard Mrs. Bing say.

"And I've known Myra for a while now she's a great person," he heard Kimberly say.

"Come here, child, let me see you," Mrs. Bing said, after a moment.

He heard Myra move closer. "Wait ... I know you ... I saw you on the street, didn't I? Why are you dressed like this?"

An uncomfortable silence fell. "I work in the saloon," Myra admitted.

At the admission Horace quickly put in. "But she ain't working there much longer. Just till I pay off her contract."

"You want to marry a whore?" Mrs. Bing demanded and Logan could hear her recoil.

"I love her, ma, and I want your blessing."

"My blessing? Have you lost your senses?" and Logan her give a grimace of pain. "Get out!" and Logan heard Myra flee from the room and from the sound of the feet that followed he thought Kimberly went with her.

"But Ma ..."

"How could you?"

A second later Logan heard Horace's feet moving fast on the floor. Drawing his senses in he looked over at the door just as Myra rushed out followed by Kimberly as she tried to comfort her. Stepping over Logan stopped her letting Myra go.

Before Kim could object Horace bursts out of the clinic. The pair watched as he raced after Myra catches her in the middle of the street, a couple of horses splitting up to go around them. He embraces her.

"Myra, it don't matter what she thinks. We're still gettin' married someday... less you changed your mind," She finds a smile in herself, shakes her head. He impulsively kisses her, getting whoops and hollers from the passersby.

"Now that's more like it," Kimberly cheered applauding while Logan gave a couple wolf whistles for the couple.

A couple days' later Logan and Kimberly stood outside the gallery waiting for the newly married Emily and her new husband. "How's the new dress?" he asked, looking at her as he fidgeted with his fancy buckskin tunic that one of the Cheyenne had lent him.

Smiling Kimberly spun on the spot and the skirt of her buckskin dress tied at her waist with a beaded belt lifted. "Softer than most of the ones I have back home," she answered.

"Well, I'll be glad when all this hoo-ha is over," and both looked at Lauren as he stopped near Jake and Mathew by the flower covered carriage with the sign 'JUST MARRIED' attached to the back.

From where he stood by the carriage Jake shook his head. "Not me. Been great for my business. Everybody's gettin' haircuts."

"Too bad Emily's leavin'," Mathew said, as he fidgeted with one of the flowers. "I was gonna have her make a new dress for Ingrid to wear for the town picture."

"Who says she's gonna be in it?" Jake asked, frowning at Mathew.

After sharing a look Logan and Kimberly moved forward as Mathew said, "I do."

On the other side of Mathew, Loren shifted. "Matthew, now we don't know who might be seein' this photograph. You gotta ask yourself, how's it gonna look with a bunch of immigrants in it?"

"Shoot. We might as well ask the Cheyenne," Jake chuckled out.

"Why not?"

"You been hanging around Sully, Logan, and Kimberly, too much," Jake half sneered.

"That's for sure," Loren agreed nodding.

"It's supposed to be a picture of the town, not just people Mr. Bray thinks are good enough."

"Watch your tongue, boy. Have some respect," Jake half snapped.

"Respect is earned Jake," Kimberly half growled stepping up beside Mathew.

After looking from Logan to Kim, Loren said, "I got nothing against your Ingrid bein' in there, but you let one in, they'll all want to be in it."

"I say let 'em take their own picture if they want," Jake and Kimberly gapped at him.

"It's been decided. No Negroes, no Indians...," Loren started.

"No Confederate uniforms, no immigrants…," Jake said, taking a flower and slipping into Mathew's lapel.

"And no Saloon Girls..." Loren finished.

"I don't remember a town meeting or any variation that decided that," Kimberly snapped while beside her Logan gave each man a hard silent look.

"Why don't we let Mr. Watkins decide? It's his camera," Mathew said, trying to keep his temper in check.

"But it's our town," Loren defended.

For a second there's silence between the group. Then Matthew angrily turned and walked over to where Ingrid stood talking to people.

As Kimberly shot Logan a questioning look the Reverend came over. "It's taking longer to make this photograph than it did to marry them," he said, good naturedly.

"The couple might like to get on with their honeymoon," Jake commented and a few people that head him laughed lightly as he moved away.

"We'll go see what's going on," Logan offered and he and Kimberly move toward the Gallery followed by Sully.

As they came in moving the sheet aside Daniel raised his head from the viewer. "Oh Mr. Sully, Miss Dancing Heron, Mr. White Falcon."

"Mr. Watkins," Sully greeted back with a nod.

"Would you care to look through here?" Daniel offered and stepped aside. Frowning Sully steps behind the camera. "Can you see them?" Daniel asked, and Kimberly and Logan watched as he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes before slipping them back on.

"They're upside down," Sully said, after looking from Emily and her new husband to the viewer again.

"But can you see them clearly?"

Sully looks again. "Yes."

Daniel nods. "Good. That's good," and Sully moves aside as Daniel retakes his place behind the camera. "I thought you'd find that interesting," he covered up as he prepared the negative. And looking at the couple he said, "I'm ready. Please don't move ... and remember to smile ... one, two ..." and as he removes the cap the bells of the church starts ringing.

Emily and her husband are soon lead and seated in the buggy, which is adorned with flowers and a "Just Married" sign on the back. Daniel watches them. Logan and Kimberly watch him as he goes into his wagon. Emily tosses her bouquet into the crowd. It lands smack in Mike's arms.

Emily waves as her buggy drives off. The crowed cheers her departure. Boys and few dogs give momentary chase. The bells slowly stop ringing.

Looking over at Michaela as she gives a last wave, Logan and Kimberly watch as she then looks down at the bridal bouquet, feeling awkward. Caching movement out of the corner of his eyes Logan looked over and saw Daniel come out of his wagon. Following his gaze he sees Medicine Woman involuntarily, glances over in their direction or to be more precise toward Sully. He was watching her, before looking away. Looking back at Daniel come out of his wagon, he catches this exchange and watches as Mike finds Matthew and Ingrid in the crowd, then gives the bouquet to Ingrid.

Daniel shakes his head and returns to his business, but loses his balance on his bad foot and takes a hard fall. The glass plate breaks as they both hit the ground.

"Daniel!" Logan barked, rushing forward.

"Sully!" Mike barks as she followed and they all run for Daniel.

Reaching him Logan and Kim watch a Sully and Mike turn him over, lean him up. He's barely conscious. "Mr. Watkins?"

"I'm alright," he tried to reassure them.

Brian, Colleen, Matthew run up, along with others. "What's wrong?" Colleen asked, worried.

Not answering Mike's eyes looked on one person. "Brian, do you have a piece of candy?"

"I don't know," the boy said, half frantic.

"Look in your pockets. Look!"

Brian franticly does, finds a piece ... Mike takes it, unwraps it, places it in Daniel's mouth. "Take him to the clinic. Hurry," she said, quickly as he starts to chew.

Jumping into action Logan and Kim step forward and each taking an arm helped the man up and carry him off. Watched and followed by Mike and Sully.

A short while later Daniel is sitting up on the exam table, buttoning his shirt when Mike enters with Logan and Kimberly carrying some bicarbonate of soda in water. "Where do you think you're going?"

"People are coming to have their portraits done this afternoon. I've got a lot of preparation to do," he said, pushing to his feet.

"You need to rest," Michaela said, stepping into his path.

"There's going to plenty of time to rest," Daniel objected in his quite way.

"Mr. Watkins, you can't keep pushing yourself. In the five days you've been here, you haven't stopped."

"I'll take my chances."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? Why won't you do what I know will help you?" Medicine Woman snaps at him in irritation.

"Because for all your good intentions, doctor, there's not a damn thing you can do that's gonna stop me from going blind. Or dying, for that matter, now is there?! ... Is there?" he snaps quietly back at her.

There's a beat of silence. "No," she finally admits.

"And I'm at a point in my life where I have very little to look forward to…and all I have is what I have to look back on," and Daniel straightens his vest. "Don't take that away from me," he half pleaded.

For the longest time Dr. Mike, Kimberly and Logan just look at him. Then slowly they reached out and put hands on their shoulders. They look at him and he slowly nods. Sighing Mike looks back at Daniel before nodding as well.

Later when he was gone Logan and Kimberly watch as Michaela straightened up the clinic. "You're not going to ask if where we're from if we improved the treatment of diabetics?" Logan asked.

In mid action Medicine Woman paused. "Would it get me anywhere…," and she looked at them. "Or help Mr. Watkins," she finished then went back to what she was doing.

1993

Tommy walked along the museum trying to quell his anxiety by going over everything over and over again in his mind from when he last saw Logan and Kimberly. Looking at the wall he begged the portraits hanging there for answers.

But from the pictures of the black couple with a silver cross around the woman's neck, the older man in a gray suit, the young man in a darker suit each holding bowler hats, the man with long hair and beard surrounded by three women, the revered holding his bible, a tall man sitting in a chair with a good-looking woman standing behind him, the beautiful woman from the previous picture sitting alone and the stoic Native American with wisdom fill eyes. All were silent.

Stopping by one he looked at the same woman again surround by what had to be her children. Who were made of a young man about his age, a girl in her early teens, and a young boy. Shifting his long hair he rubbed the back of his neck as a feeling of familiarity came over him.

"Tommy?" turning he faced Rocky. "Tommy we've searched this whole place top to bottom," he said, trying to keep his voice low so none of the patrons would hear. "We can't find them and Ashely is started to get anxious and we're running out of excuses."

For a second Tommy was silent. "Then we search it bottom to top and we don't stop until we find them."

1860s

With Sully carrying the camera while Logan and Kimberly carry the portable darkroom and stand they walk through the landscape. Daniel struggles a few steps behind him, has bad foot forcing him to use a cane.

"Beautiful. Worth every step," Daniel said, surveying the natural beauty around them from the forest to the prairie to the mountains behind them.

"The Cheyenne say this is the place where heaven and earth meet each day to talk each day," Sully said, glancing around his foot on a log resting for Daniel.

"What do they talk about?" Daniel asked, looking at him when he caught up.

Felling uneasy Logan and Kimberly look around. "Lately it's about how everything's changing?" Logan answered.

"Can't stop progress, White Falcon," Daniel said, and thy continued on.

"Progress? All I see is a bunch of selfish folks willin' to do anythin' for greed - killin' off Indians, killin' all the animals - beaver, buffalo, elk - hell, they're even killin' each other over an acre of land - or an ounce of gold," Sully said, as they walked on.

"It's natural to want more."

"Is it?" Sully asked.

"Well, look at yourself. You came for silver, didn't you?" Daniel pointed out to the man.

"That was before ..."

"Before what?"

"Before I saw all the sufferin' it caused," and Sully looks around.

"In some ways Sully's right," and Daniel looked at Kimberly. "I mean there was for progress to happen…without destroying everything around it…but they just don't want to put in the time."

Sully nods. "People see how pretty this country is, they're gonna want to come here ... I'm not so sure taking pictures is such a good idea."

"Somebody needs to record how things were. How we lived, how we dressed, how we worked and spent our days,"

"What for?"

"Because some day people will want to know the truth. History can be rewritten, words can twisted, but photographs don't lie," Logan nods in agreement with that as Daniel frames his picture, focuses the ground glass. He stands up. There's a long beat, and finally. "Sully, want to take a look?"

Sully steps behind the camera, looks through the lens. "Somethin' wrong with your eyes?" he asked, looking at Daniel again.

At once Logan and Kimberly look up from they were doing with Wolf. "I ... I thought you were interested in photography," Daniel tried to deflect.

"I'm interested in the truth."

For a beat of silence Daniel is silent. "The truth is Dr. Quinn tells me I'm going blind," he admits walking around Sully to stand on the other side.

At his words a long beat of silence fall between the group. "I'm sorry," Sully said, shamefully.

"Don't be!" Daniel snapped out facing the man. "The last thing I want is pity."

Slowly Sully shakes his head. "Not offering it. Just my help."

Daniel nods. "That I do need, if I'm going to get the picture of the town."

"Anything you need, you let me, White Fight Falcon, and Dancing Heron know," Sully promises and Logan and Kimberly nod in agreement.

"Anything?" Daniel asked, facing him again.

Sully nods. "Anything."

"Will you be in it as well?"

At once Logan and Kimberly look at Sully. Both remembered how he rejected being in Mike's family portrait. "That's one thing I can't promise."

Daniel looks sideways at Sully, as he prepares his equipment. "Yes ... I've noticed you have a problem with promises."

Logan and Kimberly hold back a sinker the later giving Wolf a belly rub who rolled onto his back to give her better access. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Daniel looked at him a smile on his face. "Well, sir, if a lady like Dr. Quinn looked at me like she does at you, I'd fall on one knee and promise myself to her forever," he said, and the smirk widened.

"He's gotcha there my friend," Logan said, and Kimberly bumped his knuckles.

Sully shifts uncomfortable. "Well, that's you," he said, then looks at the clouds, the sun. "We better get started if we're gonna be off this mountain by dark."

While Logan and Kim share a laugh at his maneuver. Sully moves to set up the table. Daniel turns his attention to the view, trying to burn it into his memory.

The next day they were meeting Michaela for lunch at Grace's. They were just leaving when Logan paused feeling eyes. Looking across at the saloon he saw it was quiet. Hank snoozes in a chair on the boardwalk. Myra looking out over the doors, across the street.

At Kimberly's urging he follows them. Stopping at the corner to see Myra cross the street to clinic. Signaling this to Kim the pair quickly make an excuse and with promises that they'd be back go back to the clinic.

After quietly entering the building ad ascending the stairs to the second floor. They paused just out of sight and they watch Myra cautiously going into the recovery room here Mrs. Bin is sleeping.

Creeping up to the door they watch Myra walks up to the bed. She looks at Mrs. Bing's face. She tenderly pulls up the blanket.

"My parents died when I was thirteen. I was the oldest. I did what I had to do so's we could eat," she whispers to the old lady on the bead before pausing for a beat. "But your son, well, he's changed all that. He saw past what I do..." she said, with wonder. "And he loves me anyway ... now that kind of goodness in a person, that's not your regular fella. He musta got that good heart from you. And I want to thank you for that," and again a beat. "I love your son, Mrs. Bing. I promise you I'll take care of him."

Myra turns to leave but pauses when she sees Logan Kimberly watching. Motioning for her to be quite then urged her close. "Come and have lunch with us," Kimberly whispered when she was close enough. "think she got through to her?" she asked, Logan privately as Myra walked ahead of them.

"The woman would have to have a heart of stone if she didn't," Logan answered as he heard Mrs. Bing give a sob.

The next day the scaffold is built and Logan nerves at their highest. Eight feet in the air. Sully is on top of it, securing the tripod stand. People are arriving in the meadow, dressed up for the picture. Daniel's wagon is set up nearby. There's a small pulley, some ropes going up and down, one end tied to the wagon.

Mike is there with Brian and Colleen. Daniel is working furiously to get things done. Sully drops from the platform, swings down.

"You ready to haul that up?" he asked, as Logan and Kimberly hand him up a few things.

"In a minute. I need the camera and lens. It's inside the wagon. Would you get it, please?" Daniel answers Sully pointing at the Wagon.

Sully nods before he starts for the wagon, sees Mike. He crosses to her while the other two watch. "Dr. Mike? Can I talk to you?" she nods and Colleen and Brian go off with some of their friends. "I couldn't be in that picture. I'm sorry to disappoint Brian, but ..."

"It's alright, Sully," she said, interrupting him.

Sully shifts uncomfortably. "I may not be family, but truth is, I care about all of you. Very much."

"Bout time he admitted it," Logan muttered and beaming Kimberly nodded.

Smiling Mike takes his arm. "I know."

Sully is silent for a beat. "Especially you ... that night I kissed you ... I know it was your birthday and all, but I meant it."

"I know. It was the nicest present I got," and she gazed into his face. "But that's all it has to be ... a birthday present."

"If things were different ... if we weren't so different ..." again silence falls. "I'm just not ready to ..."

"Neither am I, Sully," she says though her eyes (at least to Logan) says very different. Sully nods, holds her look. "I care about you, too…," she started. "Very much."

Sully nods after a beat. "Don't mean things can't change."

"No ... it doesn't."

They look into each other's eyes for a long beat, both wishing it could be different. "When are those two going to stop dancing around each other?" Logan half moaned while Kimberly shrugged.

"Sully, my camera!" Daniel calls out to him after waiting a coupe seconds to see if more was going to happen.

"'Scuse me," Sully said, and moved off. With Daniel, Kimberly, and Logan shaking their heads at his snail pace. And Mike looks after him.

A little disappointed Logan turns and sees Loren and Jake are chatting. Loren sees something. "Hey, what do they think they're doing'?" Logan turns to follow his gaze and sees a group of immigrants start for the meadow. Ingrid is with them.

"Oh boy," Kimberly muttered in dread.

"Come on let's hope for the best," Logan said, trying to reassure her. And glances around for the Cheyenne.

As they moved closer they heard Loren say, "They weren't invited, were they?"

"Not by me," Jake says and he, Loren, and some others move to block their way. "We got all the people we need for this picture," he told them hands on his hips.

"You'd better get on home," Loren said.

Coming up with Logan and Kimberly, Matthew sees Ingrid. "Ingrid!" he calls out and rushes to her side.

Mike joins the fray with her Logan and Kimberly stepping in front of Loren and Jake. "Loren, you have no right to do this," she snapped at him.

"Oh, yes we do."

"No you don't!" Mathew countered stepping up to Michaela's side. Matthew tries to push Jake aside holding Ingrid's hand. "Get out of the way, Mr. Slicker."

Jake grabs him and pushes him back, hard enough to land Matthew on his butt. "It's been decided!" he shouted at the boy spit flying before turning to the crowd. "Ain't that right, boys?" There's a cheer from the crowd as Logan steps up to him.

"That's enough Jake!" he snaps as the Revered and Medicine Woman hold Mathew back.

"Push them back!" and soon there's a shoving match going on. It grows nastier within seconds as more people join sides. With Logan, Mike, and Kimberly trying to bring it under control in the middle.

"I'm not havin' my picture taken with them!" Jake barked, pointing at the immigrants.

"Then you're the one who'd better leave!" Kimberly and Mike snapped back.

"We were here first!" Loren barked.

There's a couple of punches thrown and it starts to become a brawl.

"Ingrid!" Mathew shouts as he gets her out.

"MA!" Colleen screams as she grabs Brian, pulling him out of harm's way. As the immigrants push through into the field Logan grabs Medicine Woman and lifting her into his arms carries her to safety. Looking back at the shouting mass of brawling people Logan sees Kimberly fighting a couple of townsfolk. As she sent one to the ground with a hard spin kick a man behind her suddenly grabs her by the hair and pulls hard and she screams.

The next thing he knew through his reddened vision was the man arching back as he held a fist full of the man's hair in his fist. "Hurts doesn't it!" he barks before driving his fist and elbow into the man's face. Sending several teeth flying.

Still hitting the man he sees someone coming at him from the side and he kicks the guy sending him to the ground. Turning again another man charges him wrapping his hands around his neck. The next thing the man knew Logan twisted around dislodging his hands and Logan's elbow going into his temple as he twisted back followed by his second then his foot as he followed up with a spin kick.

At a sound Logan turns to see Daniel's wagon horse spooked and moving. The spooked horse runs for the bridge then veers to avoid the crowd of shouting people. The large camera box flies off the back of the wagon, smashes into pieces.

"SULLY!" Logan and Kimberly screamed as they dart forward.

They watch as the horse runs into the ditch, the wagon catches on the opposite bank, flips over just as Sully bails out, still holding the lens. Just as Logan had taught him he lands on the ground with a tuck and roll, protecting the lens.

They reach him just as the wagon goes slamming over on its side with a terrible crash. Smoke and flames begin to billow out.

As Mike gets to Sully. He's dirty and scratched up. "My God, are you all right?"

"Yes," Sully reassures her with a quick nod of thanks to Logan. "Get some buckets!" he yells. The shoving match ends as suddenly as it started. People are moving to the wagon. "Get some buckets. Hurry," and the immigrants spring into action the fight forgotten.

"NO!" came an anguished cry and looking over they see Daniel push his way through the crowd to the wagon. Sully has to hold him back.

As Kimberly watches Mike try to comfort him she hears a small thump. Turning she see Logan had fallen to his knees staring at the burning wagon and broken camera with a look of deep despair on his face. "Logan…," she whispered dropping down next to him. "Logan…what's wrong?"

Shaking his head he muttered, "That was our ticket home."

Frowning she opened her mouth to ask what he meant then it hit her like a ton of bricks. After looking at the people around them she pulled Logan to his feet and they drew away for more privacy. "Before…in the museum…," she said in a low voice turning him to face her. "When we were looking at the town photo displayed there…you saw us in it didn't you?"

Slowly he nodded. "And that's why you've been so adamant about getting this photo done?" again he nodded. "And it's also the reason why who hardly fought against Loren and Jake this time?" Frowning in confusion he looked at her. "Logan I remember that photo…it's wasn't just the townspeople in it. It had the immigrants and the Cheyenne. Now I want to get home as much as you…but it shouldn't be at the cost of our principles," and silence fell between them.

Wisdom flies from her mouth… Red Dragon said, when Logan couldn't think of anything to say.

"And one more thing…" Kimberly said, as she scrutinized him. "What was with you going all berserker back there," and she jabbed her thumb at the meadow. "You knocked out five of that guy's teeth."

Sighing Logan dug his foot into the ground. "You know I'm protective…"

"And you need to remember that I'm a big girl," she interrupted. "I can take care of myself and was about to before you stepped in. Though I'm grateful you got my grandmother to safety."

Later Medicine Woman, Logan, and Kimberly went to find Daniel and found him in h gallery. Packing up his photos. "I thought I'd find you here," Mike says as they step in.

"I'll be taking the morning stage," he said, then went back to what he had been doing.

"I'm sorry. Did anything survive?" Kimberly said.

Daniel shook his head. "No. All I have left is what's here," and he put a picture of Abraham Lincoln gently in the box of photos.

"I don't know what got into those people," Logan muttered looking out that dispersing crowd. Some cradling bruised knuckles, faces and limbs.

"It wasn't meant to be..." and they turn back to Daniel as he paused. "I'll be needing the name of that doctor in New York."

"Dr. Sanderson," Mike said, at once.

Daniel takes down the photo of the civil war field hospital. "Here. I want you to have this," and he holds out the photo to Michaela.

"I couldn't," she said, shaking her head.

"Please," Daniel insisted prompting the photo.

After a few second Mike slowly takes it and looks at the photo again. "Was his name really David?" she asked, looking up at Daniel again.

"If I say no, does that mean you don't want it?"

Mike looks up at him, shakes her head. "Would you join us for dinner? The children would like to say good-bye."

Smiling Daniel nods. "It would be my pleasure."

Suddenly, Brian comes running in. "Hey, Ma, they been lookin' everywhere for you."

"What is it?" Dr. Mike asked, facing he boy.

"Horace says you got to come quick."

"Is it his mother?"

"She's hurtin' awful bad."

Quickly Medicine Woman faced Daniel. "I'll see you tonight, Mr. Watkins," she said, rapidly and he nodded as she hurries off.

Logan and Kim move to follow her but pause as they hear Brain ask Daniel. "You gonna take anymore pictures of ma?"

"I don't have a camera. It's broken."

"Can't you fix it?"

"I don't have enough time to get all the things I'd need to fix it."

"Bet Robert E can fix it. He can fix anything."

Brian runs out and past them. Neither Logan nor Kimberly noticed as they stare open mouthed at each other. "Robert E. of course," Logan said, exasperated as they head for the clinic. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"Do you think he could do it?" Kimberly asked, looking at him.

"I don't know…good news is cameras are lot less complex then back home. The most complex part of the camera is the lens."

"And Sully was able to save that," Kimberly said and a light shined in her eye. "So all we have to do is recreate the box. And if anyone if anyone can…"

"Robert E. can," and the stopped outside the clinic to looked over at the smith. "We just might get that ticket punched after all," and they went inside.

Inside they found Horace, Myra, Lewis and Colleen waiting for Medicine Woman. Finally Mike steps through the door to the other room and look around at them.

"She's asking for you," she said, and Logan sighed shaking his head. Knowing what that tone meant.

"I'll wait here," Myra said, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

"No ... she's asking for all of you," Dr. Mike said, and Myra look from her to another with hope in their eyes.

As the three went up for less than a second Logan considered listening in. Before he firmly squashed the idea and reprimanded himself.

The group waited outside with Michaela holding Colleen trying to comfort her as she rocked her. Logan sits alone on the bench leaning forward elbows on his knees while in front of him Kimberly leans against one of the posts arms crossed looking solemn. Suddenly from up above him Logan felt Mrs. Bing go and he closes his eyes sitting back.

A moment later Horace, Myra and Lewis came out a tear in the man's eye. "I'm sorry Horace," Logan said, standing putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"So am I," Kimberly stepping forward. "I know what it's like to lose a parent…"

"So do I?" and Mike stepped forward. "So if you ever need to talk…"

At their words Horace nodded in gratitude. "Thank you," he said, then reached down for Myra's hand. "She gave us her blessing," he said, simply with a mix of happiness and sorrow.

Smiling Logan nodded. "Of course she did…," and he transferred his hand to Myra. "She's a good woman," and she beamed at him as he leaned close to whisper in her ear, "but the question is when is he going to pop the question," which got a chuckle out of her.

Later that night at the homestead. The family, Sully, Logan, Kimberly, and Dr. Mike gathered around the table, after dinner. Lamps turned up. Brian peers through a stereoscopic viewer they pass around. Everyone but Brian shooting Daniel a worried look at his depressed mood.

"Hey, what's this?" Brian asked, peering at the picture.

Watkins rubs his eyes, adjusts a lamp, and takes him a moment to focus on the card. "Camels. In Egypt."

"Camels? They sure are funny lookin'."

Smiling Logan nods. "Yeah Camels are like that sometimes."

Matthew changes cards. "Where's this?" he asks handing the man a photo.

"Coney Island," and he holds out the picture for Brian to see.

"How come they're swimming with their clothes on?" Brian asked, looking at Medicine Woman.

"They're wearing bathing suits Brian," Kimberly said, simply.

"Why do they need suits to go swimming? I don't wear nothin'," Brain said, simply and Logan stifled a chuckle.

"I believe it's because it's cold. Right Sully?" Dr. Mike said, looking over at Sully."

"Somethin' like that," he says quickly.

"Not to mention some people find it rude for people to skinny dip all the time," Logan said, smiling before looking at Daniel who is still melancholy.

"More coffee, Mr. Watkins?" Colleen offered coming over.

"No, thank you. It's getting late. I should be going," and he starts to stand using his cane for support.

"Matthew will drive you back into town," Mike sad looking at him.

"Why not the reservation?" Logan asked, and Daniel looked at him. "It's closer than town and I'm sure the Cheyenne would like to see some of these pictures."

After a second Daniel nods his acceptance. "I want to thank you for your hospitality. It's been a week I will never forget," he said, looking at all of them. "I'm just sorry about the town picture. I really wanted to take that photograph."

"But you can't 'cause the camera's broke and even Robert E can't fix it," Brian said, sadly.

There's a beat of silence. "What if he could?" Sully asked

"Yeah who says he can't" Logan asked, resting his foot on a chair leaning on his knee after discreetly giving Kim a wink.

"It's beyond repair," Daniel said, shaking his head.

"But a camera really ain't nothing but a box with a hole in it for the lens, and the lens ain't broken," Sully pointed out.

"And with the lens intact it's easy enough to make the box," Kimberly said.

"It's not just the camera. I don't have any glass plates left to make a negative."

"Mr. Bray's got glass for sale. Cuts it right to size for you," Mathew put in.

"I need the chemicals and supplies, too."

"Like what?" Medicine Woman asked.

"Gun cotton ..."

"I have it."

"You wouldn't happen to have Ether, cyanide, silver salts."

"I have those too."

"Hypersalvate?"

I can get it.

The room is suddenly filled with possibilities. "Looks like we have everything you need to start again," Logan muttered and Daniel looked at him. "Question is do you?" and looking like a new man Daniel nodded.

That night after the Cheyenne spent hours admiring Daniel's photos. With Logan and Springs Dawn shooting each other awkward glances at each other. Late into the night Logan was just helping Cloud Dancing usher some of the children when he turned holding a sleeping child in his arms when he paused seeing her silhouette against the moonlight.

Following his gaze Cloud Dancing looked from her to him. "Why don't you go talk to her," and Logan looked at Cloud Dancing.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea," Logan admitted.

Smiling Cloud Dancing put a hand on his shoulder. "Just because you have someone waiting for you doesn't mean the two of you can't be friends," he said, simply before transferring the child into his own arms and walked away.

For a second Logan remained where he was. Before making up his mind and turning walked in her direction. As he approached e heard her softly singing as she faced the moon. Stopping a good distance from her he stood waiting for her to finish.

When she did and she bowed her head he stepped forward. "That was beautiful," he said, and she slowly faced him. Biting his lip he took her hand in his. "I know things have been awkward for us sense I told you that someone was waiting for me and…"

"I kissed you," she finished for him and he locked eyes with her. "I meant what I said, that I would wait for you."

"I know you did," Logan said, quickly. "But that doesn't mean we still can't be friends."

For a second she just looked at him. "But can we not be what we both want to be?" and silence fell between them.

The next day at the smithy as Robert E. repairs the camera. Daniel, Logan, and Kimberly is overseeing the work. Daniel leaning on his cane, drinking water.

"Yes ... yes, very good. This might work," Daniel said, enthused.

"'Course it's gonna work," Robert E. said, reassuringly while behind him Grace walked up.

"Doesn't that go the other way?" she asked, pointing at what Robert E was trying to put into place.

Slowly everyone looks at her. "Yes it does," Daniel said, after checking. Robert E gives her a look.

"Baking pies isn't all I know," she said, rather smugly then swaggered back to the café.

With Logan smirking after her Robert E. shakes his head as he returns to his work. "Think I could learn to take pictures?" he eagerly asks looking up at Daniel.

Smiling Daniel nods. "Certainly. That's the easy part. The hard part is knowing a good picture when you find it. It's all in the art of seeing," he explained to Robert E. as Loren approaches, holding a piece of glass.

"Here. Eight by ten. Two yards of black cloth, and a can of varnish," he said, handing them the supplies.

"Thank you, Mr. Bray. What do I owe you?" Daniel said, as he looks over the items with Logan and Kimberly.

Loren shrugs. "Aw, forget it," and Logan and Kimberly's shoot up to him in amazement.

Loren turns, starts to go. "Mr. Bray?" Loren pauses looking back at Daniel. "Would you like to be in my picture?"

Loren frowns. "Your picture?"

"It's his camera," Logan said and Loren looked at him. "Why shouldn't it be his picture? On his terms."

"I'm inviting everybody," and Daniel looks at Robert E. Loren sees the look between them.

"Everybody?" Loren clarifies.

"Everyone," Kimberly repeats with a nod.

"Then I ain't coming," and with that Loren mopes off.

"Suite yourself. But you'll probably be the only man in town not there," Daniel calls after him. Loren ignores him and keeps walking off.

"Stubborn old goat," Logan mutters.

Daniel looks at him. "You think he really won't come?" he asks.

Logan shakes his head. "Naw his pride won't let him," and picking up the glass plate he motions to Kimberly. "Come on we got to get these over to the clinic."

In side they are met by Mike who is mixing some chemicals. After handing the sheets of glass to Colleen, she and Lewis clean them with some decomposed limestone, flannel cloth and drops of alcohol.

Later Sully, Logan, and Kimberly speaks in sign to a couple of Indians. They nod, run off. They exchange smiles.

Meanwhile Daniel leans on his cane, speaks with a few immigrants. They nod. Daniel turns, starts to walk away. He's determined to do this. He passes by Loren's store, tips his hat to Loren who goes back into the store.

Daniel sits while Sully handles the lens and Logan and Kimberly watch. "Nice work, Robert E.," he said to the man as he places it in the camera body. It fits perfectly.

With baited breath Logan and Kimberly watch as Daniel gets up, moves to the repaired camera. He peers through the back, adjusts the focus until he sees the image of Sully and Robert E in the ground glass.

He stands up, and they all see he's overcome with emotion. "Thank you all, I am indebted to you all," he says a tear in his eye.

The next day Logan and Kimberly stand in the meadow looking up at Daniel as he sets up while the bells continue as the whole town heads for the meadow answering their call. Looking over they see Hank comes out of the saloon with his girls. Horace and Lewis exit from the telegraph office. Myra moves over to Horace.

"Myra, you comin' with us?" Logan heard Hank ask see this.

"She's havin' her picture taken with me," Horace said, putting his arm over her shoulder rather smugly with a mile wide grin on his face.

Shaking it off Hank continues towards the meadow with his women. Myra, Horace and Lewis walk together. Her beaming up at her man.

Shaking his head at the sight Kimberly takes his arm and looking over across the meadow, they see Sully appear with some Indians led by Black Kettle, Cloud Dancing, Springs Dawn her mother Medicine Woman and her brothers. Looking at another direction, they see a group of blacks enter the meadow. The pair sigh in disappointment as all the groups stay with their own kind as they assemble for the photograph.

"Well we can't when them all in this time," Kimberly sighed out and Logan nods as they move for the clinic. Pausing when the see Jake and few other move to intercept the crowds. Moving fast they block them.

"Now last I checked the last time you tried this it didn't go so well," Logan said quietly as they stared daggers at each other. "Now you may want a repeat of history but others don't," and he stepped into the man's face. "Now back off! Or do I have to make you!" he growled.

For a few seconds the pair just stared at each other. Then with a angry soured expression Jake turned and left the group behind his dispersing. "Welcome back," Kimberly said smiling hand on his shoulder as they continued on to the clinic.

They get there in time to meet Mike, Brian, Matthew and Colleen exit the clinic. A group of immigrants pass by Loren's store. Ingrid is with them. When she sees Matthew, she goes to him. Loren comes out onto his porch, watching.

They watch Olive comes out, gives him a look, shakes her head, goes to join the others.

Looking over Medicine Woman sees Loren alone. "Go on, I'll join you in a minute," Colleen, Brian, Matthew and Ingrid leave for the meadow while Logan and Kimberly follow to the store.

"Are you coming?" Michaela asks walking up to him.

"Nope."

The three are silent for a beat. "It won't be the same without you ..."

"Harumph."

"We all have our differences, but there's no reason we can't stand together," Logan said, and Kimberly nods.

He still resists and looks away. "Loren, Mr. Watkins says every picture has a heart, and you're the heart of this town," she said, soothingly.

A long beat while he considers. Then he steps inside taking off his apron and grabbing his hat and coat. Slipping them on he walks off the porch and joins her.

As they walk together to the meadow Logan leans close to whisper in Michaela's ear so Loren wouldn't hear, "nice move playing to his ego," and she shushes him.

They arrive as the meadow is almost filled with people. Everyone is there. Indians, immigrants, blacks, whites, children...

Smiling at the crowd of people Logan turns to look at Daniel as he stands beside the scaffold as Sully hauls up the wet plate, sets it carefully down.

Daniel sets his cane down, starts to climb up the scaffold. It's a struggle. Sully reaches down to help him up. Daniel takes his hand, grateful.

Daniel and Sully look out over the crowd. It's a very emotional moment for both of them. "Sully, would you take a look at this for me?" and he motions to the camera.

Sully looks through the glass, focuses the lens. "Looks fine to me," he proclaimed.

Daniel picks up the wet plate, loads it in the camera. "There, all ready."

Sully looks out at the crowd before them. "Not quite."

Before Daniel could say anything Sully jumps off the side of the scaffold, goes to join the family posed in front. He puts one arm around Brian and Colleen who're flanked by Matthew and Ingrid, then his other arm slips around Mike's waist. They share a look. Daniel is nearly overcome with emotion. As he takes a moment to compose himself Logan and Kimberly share a look with smiles across their faces.

As he regains himself Daniel faces the crowd. "I just want to say ..." and the noise of the crowd dies down to listen. "I just want to say to all of you... thank you."

As he reaches for the lens Logan feels hand slip into his. Looking over he sees Springs Dawn had come up beside him along with Black Kettle, Cloud Dancing, and Snow Bird and she smiles at him. Returning the smile they interlock fingers.

"Okay now remember you cannot move hold perfectly still," Daniel said, as they turn back to face him. "Freeze!" and he pulls the cap off. He begins singing "All Things Bright and Beautiful."

The meadow and all the townspeople frozen in time - dissolves into a photograph, as his voice is joined by the voices of the townspeople signing the hymn.

When it was over Kimberly turned to Logan. "How long do you think until they come for us?" she asks in a low whisper.

He shrugs and whispers back, "It could be hours…it could be days…but either way….we had better be ready."

1993

Tommy stood by a gilded framed photo in the museum with everyone standing around him. "Tommy we've looked everywhere…top to bottom…bottom to top," Adam said.

"And the museum is about to close what do you want us to do?" Aisha said.

"I want you to find them!" Tommy snapped trying not to draw attention.

"Tommy we're tired and hungry and they're obviously not here," Rocky said, and Tommy turned his hard eyes on him. "Tommy even Ashely helped by going back to the hotel to check if they had been there. The best we can do now is go to the police and file a missing person's report."

After holding his gaze for a couple Tommy turned away rubbing the back of his neck. "The earliest time we can file one of those is if they have been missing for twenty four hours…" he said, his mind racing on what was to be done. Looking up he froze. "I found them" he uttered in shock.

"What!? Where!?" Billy demanded looking around.

"Here," Tommy muttered.

For a second there was silence behind Tommy as they glanced around. "Awe are we missing something?" Rocky muttered.

"I don't mean here," and he jabbed his hands at the floor. "I mean here!" and he pointed at the photo.

For a second the group frowned I confusion before moving forward and examined the picture. The next second their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

"What the…," Adam started as he stared at Logan and Kimberly looking back at them through the picture.

"They were still here," Tommy said, and they looked at him. "We were just looking in the wrong era."

In record time they were back in the Command Center and quickly explained what happened to Zordon. "It is as I feared Rangers," he said, looking down at them. "When you all teleported here before it must have opened a random time portal. And sense then I have been detecting temporal fluctuations in the museum," and they looked at each other.

"You mean the portal is still open?" Tommy demanded stepping forward.

"Yes Tommy however the portal is opening and closing at random there is no real way to predict when it could open next. However there is another problem," and his face moved close to the glass of the tube. "Over the past few hours they've been gone the portal has been opening less and less, which means it's restablizing and will soon close for good. Which means Logan and Kimberly may not be able to return to the present."

At his words silence rang through the Command Center. "There must be a way to open it so they could get back," Rocky said.

"There may be a way, Billy and Alpha will work on this together…however I fear we may only have one chance…," Zordon said. "For if we succeed it may restablize the portal and seal it shut."

As silence rang again they all looked at each other. Then before another word could be spoken the alarms went off. "Ay, ay ay, Goldar and his goons are heading straight for the time portal!" Alpha reported and they whipped around the face the Viewing Globe.

"Whoa! A walking cactus!" Rocky barked, as they watched Goldar and the monster advance on the museum flanked by putties.

"Zedd must have created it out of Kimberly's cactus," Billy muttered.

"Rangers if Zedd's monster reaches the past and destroy it will alter this present," and they all faced Zordon. "And with it the destruction of the Power Rangers, for some of you may not even be born."

"You must stop Zedd's creatures from reaching the Time Portal!" Alpha said, to them half desperate.

Slowly Tommy looked back at the Viewing Globe. "Alpha's right," and he faced the others. "If the monster goes back in time, no one would be able to stop it. We have to get there before it does!"

"What about Logan and Kimberly?" Aisha demanded.

"We can't just leave them there," Adam said.

"We just have to hope they're okay until we can get to them. Or get to them first," Tommy answered and the others nod around him. "So listen up!" and he faced the others. "We have to stop those two at all costs its over. So if worst comes to worst and they reach the portal one of us has to go back with them," he snapped out and they nodded. "Now, IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" and he whipped back around

"WHITE TIGER!"

"MASTODON!"

"TRICERATOPS!"

"SABER-TOOTH TIGER"

"TYRANOSAURUS!"

In streaks of light thy teleported put stopping just at the entrance of the museum halting Zedd's group in their tracks. "Goldar! Forget about going back in time, your time here has run out!" Tommy barked, pointing at him. "Because we're not letting you get anywhere near that portal!" and they all dropped into stances as people around them ran for cover.

"You miserable misfits! You're no match for us!" Goldar barked, brandishing his sword.

"Like we haven't heard that before!" Aisha snapped shifting her stance.

"Huh, really we're going to turn you, your putty pals, and that dainty dandelion to mulch!" Tommy said, bringing one fisted gloved hand close with a jerk.

Just as he finished there was a series of flashes and more putties appeared around them. "We're surrounded!" Adam barked, as they stood back to back.

"Keep your eyes open!" Tommy warned.

"Things don't look so rosy now, do they?" Goldar sneered. "Time for Needle Nose to practice his stinging surprise!" and they all faced the monster.

"Quite a sticky situation, eh?" the monster said, raising his arms.

"This is such a glorious moment!" and Goldar thrust hi sword into the air.

"Remember guys we either stop them here or one of us follows them through!" Tommy said, to the other quiet enough so only they could hear.

For a few seconds the two groups looked at each other before Goldar pointed at them. "Power Rangers, I hope you're prepared to be weeded out!"

"Be careful everyone!" Tommy said, then they charged forward.

Fighting a group of putties alone Tommy spun through the air kicking one in the Z. Back on his feet he blocked a punch before striking back with his own. Turning he blocked another attack from a putty before driving his elbow home. Following up with the blow he threw a pin kick that a putty ducked under and blocking a punch from it Tommy sent it back with a palm claw strike.

Not far off Aisha soared through the air nailing a putty with a flying side kick before flipping back onto her feet. Turning she nailed a putty with a spin kick before blocking a downward strike from a putty and drove her fist into the Z. Stepping forward she kicked it in its lower back sending it to the ground and turning deflected a blow from another putty sending it sprawling to the ground. Going with the movement she threw a tornado kick to another putty and landing she kick nailed by a kick to her abdomen. Stepping back she leapt up nailing two putties with a split kick sending them down the stairs to chatter on the pavement.

Below her Billy leapt over a parked car in the midst of a group of putties. After nailing one with a crescent kick he dropped down the sweep the legs out from under another. Standing straight he blocked a hook from a putty before nailing it across the face with a punch of his own. Handspringing away he dodged a couple strikes from putties before regaining his feet in a stance.

Not far away on the deserted street Adam blocked a couple strikes before grabbing the putty by the shoulders and driving his knee into it followed by a punch. After cross blocking a low kick he blocked a blow from a putty behind him before punching it then kick both with a front kick and back kick. Grabbing another coming at him he locked out the arm before dropping down and sweeping the legs out from under it.

Next to him Rocky spun around a putty nailing it with a back fist. Blocking an attack it grabbed hold of his arm he moved to drive his elbow into it and was blocked. Turning he grabbed to putty to and drove his knee home. Leg still raised he kicked another coming up at him from the side before punching the two on either side of it. After he nailed another with a spin kick he dropped into a stance.

After leaping over him Adam blocked a blow from a putty coming up behind him. Forcing the putty down he turned and was kicked hard in the chest by another sending his hard against a car which crumbled inward by the impact. "Hope this guy's got insurance!" Adam barked, pulling himself out of the wreck and rejoining the fight.

"They're heading for the Time Portal!" Tommy barked, pointing as Goldar and Needle Nose started to climb the stairs. With a few movements of his hand he touched his belt and was teleported to the front entrance. "The only way you're getting through these doors is over my dead body!" and he dropped into a stance.

"Good because I'm a really good fighter," Needle Nose said, then something long and sharp shot out of him and into Tommy's chest plate. "And a really good shot!" he laughed as Tommy dropped to one knee.

"Paralyzing spoors!" he moaned clutching his chest trying to fight the effects.

"Nice work Needle Nose! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Goldar gloated as they continued to advance.

"You won't get away with this Goldar!" Tommy shouted as he forced himself to his feet pulling out the spine. "I won't let you!" and with a few more hand signs he shouted, "Saba!" and in a flash of light Saba appeared in his hand.

With a cry Tommy charged them and Goldar leapt forward to meet him half way. Reversing his grip Tommy slashed up, at Goldar's head, and at one of his legs. Each time Goldar ducked and dodged the attack. After spinning around with a slash Tommy leapt up as Goldar stood straight again nailing with a hard kick to the chest sending him half way down the stairs again.

"Saba Attack!" he shouted and thrusting the sword forward white lasers shot out of Saba's eyes sending Goldar back more.

Firing the lasers a couple more times which sent not only Goldar on the retreat but Needle Nose as well there was a flash of flame as Goldar teleported them both. Turning Tommy was hit hard in the face by Goldar after appearing behind him. Regaining his stance a couple steps down Tommy tore after them as they barreled through the doors.

Skidding across the floor Tommy's eyes went everywhere as his sensors tracked them. Just before he reached them he saw them stand before the now open portal with looks of victory on their faces. "You're too late White Ranger! Now watch as we seal our victory by going forward into the past!" Goldar shouted brandishing his sword before they turned.

"NOT IF I CAN HELP IT!" Tommy screamed leaping at them as the portal closed around all three of them.

Into the tunnel of swirling energy the three fought each other for supremacy. Each giving and taking blows. After spinning through the mass of whirling space throwing a kick Tommy faced Goldar and the monster and fired Saba's laser again. Both shots missed their marks as Goldar and Needle Nose shot at him.

"SABA FULL POWER!" he called and the Saba's blade started to glow. "WHITE TIGER SLASH!" and slashing out with Saba a waving of white energy shot at the two. The wave hit both hard in the chest and they disappeared threw the wall of energy. Seconds later Tommy came out the other side.

Meanwhile…

Riding Wildfire Logan kept glancing around as an odd feeling kept coming over him. They were riding for the reservation with Mike and Sully. They had talked Daniel into meeting them there later along with Colleen and Brian who would be brought by Mathew in his wagon.

As Logan paused again to look around Kimberly pulled Flicka to a stop and looked back at him. "What's wrong," she asked, turning her mount to get a better look at him.

Looking around he muttered, "Can't you feel it?" he asked.

Frowning she looked around again while ahead of them Sully pulled the wagon he and Medicine Woman were on to a stop. "Yeah I feel it…," she finally said. "I didn't want to say anything because I thought I was going nuts."

"White Falcon, Dancing Heron what's wrong?" Michaela called out to them.

Before either of them could answer the wind started picking up around them. "Is what I think is happening. happening?" Kimberly shouted over the wind trying to keep Flicka calm.

"I think so!" Logan sad as Wildfire reared up as electrical energy started striking out of nowhere. Slipping from his mount Logan watched the area as more and more strikes happened. "Looks like we're going home!"

"You two sure?" Sully demanded as he and Mike drew close after slipping off the wagon to draw near.

"Well it's either that or…," Logan started but never finished as the portal opened right in front of him. And before he and Kim could leap in something large, white, black, and gold collided hard with his chest sending him sprawling to the ground with the person on top of him. The portal closing behind it. "…someone coming through," he moaned in pain and looked up at the helmeted white tiger face. "Tommy, your knee is on my spleen and you're crushing my ribs. So would you… GET THE HELL OFF ME!" he barked, and he started thrashing his limbs.

Quickly Tommy climbed to his feet and turning his visored face looked down at him. "Logan?" Tommy said, looking at him. And with a gleeful cheer thrusting his fisted hands into the air held out his hand. "It's so good to see you man!"

Before Logan could do or say anything a blur of motion shot toward the pair. The next thing Logan was seeing was Kimberly leaping into Tommy's arms and start kissing his helmet legs wrapped around his waist. "Kim, Kim! Would you prefer to kiss my face not my helmet?" Tommy asked, between lip smacks.

"Right now I don't care I'm just so happy to see you!" Kimberly squealed as she kept kissing him.

"Well I do!" Tommy barked and setting her down reached up and removed his helmet. Before pulling her into a passionate embrace. "Now is that better beautiful," he asked, when they broke apart. she grinned at him.

"I'm okay to just so you know," Logan said, climbing to his feet. "Just a few bruised ribs, a ruptured spleen, and perhaps a cracked skull," he counted off sarcastically and the pair looked at him Kimberly blushing.

"Well can you blame me Logan, it been like two months sense I saw him," she defended.

"Two months?" Tommy asked, flabbergasted. "How long have you two…" he started then paused at the sound of a throat clearing.

Turning the three of them faced Mike and Sully who stood staring at them. "Medicine Woman, Sully…," Logan said, smiling awkwardly at them. "In case it's not obvious this is Kimberly's boyfriend…Tommy," and he put a hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Tommy, this is Michaela Quinn, or Dr. Quinn, or Mike, or Dr. Mike, which ever you prefer. And Sully or Runs With Wolves as the Cheyenne call him," and Logan waved his hand between them.

Slowly they ran their eyes up and down Tommy's ranger armor before extending their hands to him. "Is that normal attire for men in the future?" Michaela asked, looking back up into his face as Tommy took her hand in his. "Or are you some kind of soldier?"

Giving them a small smile Tommy rubbed the back of his head. "Ahh kind of…it's…," he started the paused looking at Logan who put his hand on his shoulder.

"Speaking of which you'd better power down. You can't walk around too far in in this time dressed like this man," he pointed out and nodding Tommy powered down in a flash of white light. Causing Dr. Mike and Sully to leap back in surprise as Tommy's normal clothes appeared.

After looking at Tommy for a couple more seconds the pair slowly turned to Logan and Kimberly. "White Falcon, Dancing Heron, do you two mind telling us what is going on? What just happened? And on that note what was he wearing?"

"Actually we'd like answers to some of those questions," Logan said, and looked at Tommy. "What's going on man? You like the advance party or something? Or did he just send you to bring us back? And if that's the case why did you come in your ranger armor?"

"'Ranger Armor?'" Sully asked, frowning.

Biting his lip Tommy slowly faced them. "Actually there was a battle…Zedd…he found out about the time portal and launched an attack. His goal was to send Goldar and a monster back to the past to destroy the present."

"M…monster?" Mike stammered out.

After Logan and Kimberly shot each other a glance he asked, "And you stopped it right? They're not getting through and you're here because you went through to stop them…right?"

his shoulders slumped in answer. Kim and Logan let out a moan.

"Would one of you please tell us what's going on here!" Sully snapped sounding impatient.

Sighing Logan turned to face them. "Tens of thousands of years ago a golden age of man collapsed. Now we don't have time for us to go into details right now but when it did several followers of an ancient enemy resurfaced grabbing for as much power as they could. Two of them was a dark wizard and witch named of Lord Zedd and Rita Repulsa," Logan started with Tommy and Kimberly staring at him while Michaela and Sully stared opened mothed.

"Now in our time Rita and Zedd are back. With the same unquenchable thirst for power," he continued watching. "Now as for why Tommy was dressed the way he was, was because he and Kimberly were recruited to fight against them. The armor not only protects them but gives them the power to be able to fight back against their monstrous forces," he finished up and silence fell.

Slowly Mike looked at Kimberly. "Are you…are you able to summon this armor as well?" she asked.

Kimberly nodded. "But it's different."

"How?" Sully asked.

"Well…it's pink for starters…," Kimberly said.

Again silence fell. "But one thing I don't quite understand…" Mike said.

"Only one thing?" Logan asked, giving her a side look.

"…at a time," Medicine Woman finished. "Why is it bad that Tommy arrived alone?" and she waved her hand at him.

"Because when me and Kimberly were sent here, she and I were separated the same way. I came through the end she was thrown through the barrier. Six seconds passed between her going through the barrier and me coming out the other side. And because of that six months passed before we met up again."

Again silence fell. "Which means…" Sully started.

"We're stuck here…," Logan said, holding their gaze. "Until they show up were stuck here because we can't leave the past unprotected from and if we do…"

"The three of you many not exist," Medicine Woman said, and Logan was amazed at how well she was taking in the new information and reality she was being thrown into. But then after seeing two people drop through a hole in time…

"So now comes the most important question of the night," and Logan faced Tommy palms pressed together. "Just how much time passed between you throwing them through the tunnel wall and you coming out the other side?" waving his pressed hands to emphasize the question.

At once all eyes fell on Tommy. As the seconds felt like hours Logan bit his lip. Half dreading the answer.

Finally Tommy shrugged. "Six to eight seconds," he finally said, and Logan and Kim moaned again faces falling into their hands. "What I'm sorry it was chaos the three of us fighting the whole way," he apologized.

After drawing his hand down his face Logan looked at Kimberly. "Well now we probably know why we were thrown all over the place when we went through."

"What do you mean? How could that have affected us?" Kimberly inquired.

"Time has no meaning in those portals we probably felt the ripple effect," Logan sighed out before he looked Tommy over. "Well at least we have time to prepare for Baboon's face and friends arrival. But for right now you need a change of clothes."

A short while later after watching Kimberly, Sully and Michaela rode into the village. As they were met by Cloud Dancing and Black Kettle Logan made his move. Keeping to the shadows Logan snuck into the village into his lodge grabbed what he need and left.

Meeting up with Tommy back in the woods Logan tossed him the spare clothes. "Put those on and fast," he said, as Tommy caught the clothing.

"This is nice…," he complemented looking the clothing over. "Whose is this?" and he disappeared behind some bushes to change.

"Mine."

For a couple seconds the pair was silent. "How's Ashley?" Logan asked.

"She's worried about you, especially when she learned the two of you were missing," Tommy told him and Logan closed his eyes his head coming down to rest on his hand. "You know I like the new necklaces," Tommy complemented trying to ease the tension.

"Thanks."

"You can't beat handmade items," and Logan looked up at the spot where Tommy had disappeared. "especially that dreamcatcher one."

"It is…and it was a gift," at Logan words Tommy paused picking up the buckskin shirt. His toned muscles shining in the moonlight.

"A woman friend?" and Logan exhale of breath was his answer.

"Logan…," he started slipping the shirt on.

"I already told I'm involved with someone back where I come from," Logan said, as Tommy stepped back into sight. "You and I both know I wouldn't do anything to hurt Ash."

"Even with someone who would be dead over a hundred years before Ash would be born?" Tommy said, adjusting his hair out from under the shirt.

"Even then," Logan said, holding his gaze.

For a second the looked at each other. Then Tommy nodded. "You know the choker really works for you man," and Tommy fingered the necklace.

Smiling Logan nodded. "Thanks and hers a tip for when he get back to village," he said, as they walked out and Logan called for Wildfire. "Don't say 'How' in greeting and don't assume they're going to speak to you in broken English."

A short while later the pair walked into the village leading Wildfire people turning to look at them. "White Fighting Falcon," Cloud Dancing said, coming over with Black Kettle. "Who is this?" he asked, as he eyed Tommy.

"This is an old friend," Logan said, putting a hand on Tommy's shoulder. "His name is Tommy," and he looked at Black Kettle. "I was hoping he could stay here for a while," he requested in Cheyenne and Tommy glanced at him.

For a second Black Kettle was silent then he stepped forward and gave Tommy a piercing look. After a few seconds he looked at Logan and said a few words. "What he say?" Tommy asked.

"He said, any 'friend of mine will always be welcomed,'" Logan answered and Tommy nodded in gratitude. After giving Tommy a smile Black Kettle nodded then moved for his lodge.

As he left Cloud Dancing turned to him. "You're just in time we were waiting for you. Black Kettle wanted to speak to the man who takes the pictures and Tašúŋke Witkó just returned…." He started but stopped as Logan spun around and grabbed his arm.

"Tašúŋke Witkó? Tašúŋke Witkó is here?" he asked, stunned.

Frowning Cloud Dancing nodded. "He's been here for a while, see if he could get Black Kettle help him in his struggles to the north," and he gestured to a man and looking over Logan saw it was the Sioux that Daniel had taken a picture of the other day as Cloud Dancing moved away in Snow Bird's direction.

"Logan what's going on who is that?" Tommy asked.

"Tašúŋke Witkó," Logan muttered staring at the man. "Literal translation…," and he turned his head to look at Tommy. "Crazy Horse."

Tommy blinked mouth dropping open. "Crazy Horse? As in The Crazy Horse?" and he looked at the man.

"Is there any other?"

"What about Crazy Horse?" Kimberly asked, coming over and eyed Tommy. "You look good in White Buckskin," and she fingered the jacket.

"That's Crazy Horse," Logan said, pointed

After blinking she stared over at the man. "Jeeze I'm having another George Washington moment," she muttered quietly.

You're not the only one… Logan thought.

A short while later Logan, Sully and Kimberly sat next to Cloud Dancing, Black Kettle, the Arapaho and Crazy Horse. Across from them sat Daniel with Mike and the children off to the side.

After watching Black Kettle speak Logan translated, "we wish to thank you for your pictures and your treatment of us," and he looked at Daniel.

Smiling he nodded. "Please tell them that it was my pleasure…."

Nodding Kimberly turned and translated what he said. Crazy Horse, the Arapaho, and Black Kettle shared a look and a nod. Then Crazy Horse spoke.

"Crazy Horse said, that he has a request…" Kimberly said, and Daniel listened as the man continued to speak. "he asks that if you continue on your travels…and if you keep taking pictures of their people…that you show generations to come the courage, strength, and nobility of their ancestors…so they would remember those who came before them…and the ways of their grandfathers."

When she was finished silence rang in the tipi and eyes turned to Daniel. "It would be an honor," and he nodded.

Crazy Horse nodded in return and spoke again. "Ha-ho Veho." Daniel frowned in confusion. "Thank you…spider," Daniel blinked. "Don't take offence it's what most of the tribes call white people. Because to some of their legends spiders are tricksters and they view white people as tricksters…" and Daniel nodded understanding.

Nodding again Black Kettle stood standing again speaking. "They wish to honor you with a dance and…" Logan translated then paused. After pausing he repeated the last part Black Kettle nodded.

"What? What else?" Tommy asked.

"He wants me to sing a song in your honor," and Logan looked at Daniel.

As they were leaving for the outside when Logan, Kimberly, and Tommy stopped Crazy Horse. "We just want you to know that we consider it a great honor to have met you," Logan said.

For a second Crazy Horse looked from one to the other. "I didn't expect to hear that from from white people. But Black Kettle has told me much bout you…and how you saved his and his daughter's life at Sand Creek. And from what I've seen of you…he was right."

Frowning they looked at each other after Logan translated for Tommy. "About what?"

"That since he's met you only the Cheyenne, White Fighting Falcon and Dancing Heron remain," and he eyed Tommy. "Though I do not know you… you are their feind…" and he nodded at Logan and Kimberly. "and they have proven themselves Cheyenne and Siux friends. Therefore I will trust you," and Tommy nodded after logan and Kimberly translated. "but you will need a proper name."

After Logan translated for Tommy who cocked a grin at that Logan faced Crazy Horse again. "I speak for him and us when I say…" Logan said, and Crazy Horse looked back at him. "That the prairie can be a dark and cold place without a fire to warm you or guide you home. Your welcome at our fire anytime," and he offered his hand after looking at them for a few seconds Crazy Horse smiled at them and nodding took it in a strong grip giving him a brisk shake.

A short while later Logan stood between two eyes closed fires. Bobbing his head to the drummers beat. In front of him a dancer from each tribe moved with quick movements their dress uniforms flashing in the fire light as they moved around the central fire. On the other side Medicine Woman, Sully, Tommy, Kimberly, Daniel, the children, Black Kettle, Crazy Horse, and Springs Dawn watched.

Then he gave a long cry that ended with Cloud Dancing giving a small chant. As the drumming beat came close together he gave another cry and shaking his rattle Cloud Dancing Chanted again. After listening to Springs Dawn play a few notes on her flute Logan slowly opened his eyes.

"Time goes by
Winters pass
And prosperity still lasts
Everywhere
There is peace and love

Underneath
Endless skies
Harmony in nature's eyes
Eagles soar
On our faith and hope knowing

We stand strong together
We are all one tribe
Let this last forever
The Enlightened Time
Living in
The Enlightened Time

While we watch
Rivers flow
And our gifts all seem to grow
There's enough
For each of us to share

Every Day
Music plays
Singing songs of ancient ways
This we trust
The tree of life bears fruit for us

We stand strong together
We are all one tribe
Let this last forever
The Enlightened Time
Living in
The Enlightened Time," he sang before giving another cry as the dancers linked hands and danced circles around the fire with memorizing steps.

"We stand strong together
We are all one tribe
Let this last forever
The Enlightened Time
Living in
The Enlightened Time!

We stand strong together
We are all one tribe
Let this last forever
The Enlightened Time
Living in
The Enlightened Time," and as the drumming slowly died down he looked across the flames at his friends. Their eyes wide in wonder.

1993

At the Command Center others still in their armors minus their helmets watched their three friends in the Viewing Globe. "Well at least they're all together," Aisha said, as she watched Kimberly.

"And we know when and where they are," Adam put in.

"And that they're safe," and Rocky put a comforting hand on Aisha's shoulder. "But now they have the easy part: to wait."

"while we figure put a way to get them home…while at the same time stop Goldar and Needle Nose," Billy aid from where he leaned against a console before he shifted to his feet. "Alpha, let's get to work," and turning Alpha shuffled over to him.

"I will continue to monitor them and find the best time for us to make an extractment," Zordon said, and closing his eyes his face disappeared from the tube with a flash of lightning.

From 1854 to his death on September 5 1877 the great Lakota Warrior called Crazy Horse led his people in a fight for Sioux rights. Against US Government Oppression of their nation and people. Leading to what has been considered the greatest victory for the Plains Indians over the US Government at the Battle of the Little Big Horn defeating General George Armstrong Custer.

On September 5 1877 after the army believed rumors that he was going to escape the reservation and back into the plains at Fort Robinson he was asked, to come for what he was told to speak with the Fort Commander. Coming in peacefully he was escorted to the guard house. Realizing he had been lied to again he tried to escape and was bayoneted in the kidneys in a struggle with the soldiers that had arrested him.

To this day he and the great Lakota Chief Sitting Bull are remembered by their people and other Indian nations as well as whites. As one of the greatest warriors that defended his people fighting to the bitter end. To the day he died.

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