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Should Enemies Arise

A Few Minutes Later that Same Night…

Katherine's POV

After saying goodbye to our friends, Sam and I got into his boat that he would take us to the onion grove in.

I was excited, and a little jumpy. No one could tell that the Sherriff had been shot with his own gun… especially not Trout, having ingested all of that liquor.

I shuddered. The little half lie I told Sam, though my lips truly had been chapped, was eating away at me. It would never do if those Mexican fugitives told who had shot the sheriff. True, Sam had shot in self-defense, but that's not how Trout and the other men would see it.

Despite my feeling of guilt, the ripples that the oars made in the water due to my husband's rowing soothed me. After a minute I couldn't take it anymore.

"Sam?" Sam stopped for a second and grinned at me.

"Yes, Katherine?" I looked down at the floor of the boat.

"I…gotta tell you somethin'" All of a sudden, the rowing stopped.

"Yes…" I tried not to giggle at the tone of his voice.

"Um… remember when I told you that I put lipstick on because my lips were chapped?" I couldn't see him, but Sam raised an eyebrow in the dark just then.

"Katherine Margaret Gardener… what did you do?" The way he'd said my name made me want to leap over the boat into his arms. That would probably make us tip over, which would make us splash, which would give away our position. I stayed put… a warm fuzzy feeling creeping into my tummy.

"I…uh…" I rubbed my hands together, looking over the dark water. Why was this so hard to say? "Ok..ok… I gave him that kiss he wanted so dang bad… there" Despite the morbid topic, Sam started to chuckle.

"I had a feeling that's what you did" I turned in confusion. Sam smirked. "Katherine… I shot him between the eyes. The bullet lodged straight into his brain. That's the second fastest way to die, because your heart goes into immediate shock" I stared wide eyed at him.

"Sam… if we ever leave Green Lake and move to a different state, will you please become a doctor?" Sam chuckled again.

"I married you, didn't I?" I blushed. Sam picked up the oars again.

"We're halfway there" he said. I nodded. Just being in his company like this made me happy.

"Sam… did you know that I had a dream about this?" Sam turned to me.

"What sort of dream, love?" I blushed again… I've been doing that a lot.

"That's why they call it a blushing bride" Sam smirked, reading my mind. I laughed, wondering how he did that. "Let's just say the onions tell me things…" Sam joked. I rolled my eyes.

"Ok… so that didn't go so well" he said, as we both sensed an awkward pause. I giggled after a bit, and looked up at the crescent moon.

"That day we saw each other, you were leaving and I had to go inside."

Sam grinned again. "Last week?" I laughed again, leaning back.

"K-Katherine… don't lean over like that… we're going to tip" I smirked and made a mental note for later.

"Don't even try it" Sam said.

I looked at him shocked. "Ok, so how are you reading my mind?"

My husband wiggled his fingers, gripping the oars with a grin. "Magic touch, I guess"

"Oh, Lord" I muttered. Sam shook his head.

Suddenly I thought I heard something behind us. One of the noises sounded like Mary Lou's braying. From where we were it looked like Henry was trying to calm her down. One of the men tried to stop him… there was an argument.

I opened my eyes wide and gasped, leaning over. Sam came over to me, gently pulling me back into the boat by my waist.

"Henry…don't…" Sam muttered quietly, watching just as anxiously, if not more. I watched in horror as the man loaded the gun and pointed it at Henry. A few seconds later...

POW!

A sob caught in my throat as Henry splashed into the water. Sam held me in his arms as I buried my head in his chest sobbing violently. Henry had just been murdered!

I could feel Sam's rapid heartbeat, and the silent shaking of his tears. There was yelling until I heard the words "Burn it!" It sounded like Trout.

There was a loud screeching whinny, then...

POW!

I felt Sam stiffen, and then shake with sobs.

Mary Lou! I thought as I tried to turn my head, but Sam kept me where I was.

"Don't…"he whispered, "she's gone… Henry, Mary Lou…"

Sam and I held each other close; Mary Lou and Henry were both dead… neither one had deserved it. Their only crimes? Henry was black, and both he and Mary Lou were connected to the devil who had taken me from Trout.

A few minutes later, as Sam was still rowing, I thought I heard something behind us.

"Oh, no" I murmured. Trout and the others had found the sheriff and were coming after Sam! We had to move, fast!

"Sam…darling… is it alright if I have your coat? I'm a little cold." Sam, ever the gentleman, stopped and took off his overcoat and handed it to me. I put it on… it was too big for me, but very warm.

I moved to sit next to him. He looked at me in the dark.

"Wanting to learn?" he teased, his voice hoarse, and thick with grief. I nodded, trying not to let the worry creep into my face… it was dark, so he couldn't really see me.

"Ok, so you take the oars, one in each hand…" I did as he said. After learning a few strokes and doing it on my own, Sam grinned at me.

"You're a natural… too bad I didn't propose sooner" I laughed nervously. He seemed to catch the hitch in my voice, because he turned to me.

"Katie, love… are you alright?" I nodded.

"Of course, Sam… Why don't you get some rest…. Lay down on the boat bed." He studied me for a second, and then nodded.

"Alright… are you sure?" I nodded. I could hear the motor in the distance. Sam had saved my life twice… once for my honor, and once for my skin… it was high time I paid him back.

"Yes… here… give me your hat…" I put it on my head. Sam smirked from the floor of the boat. "Lookin good" he joked. I smiled, my eyes filling with tears.

"Go to sleep now… Like you said, we'll be home soon." Sam smiled as he kissed me again.

"I love you" he whispered. "I love you too" I managed back. Sam lay down, falling asleep within minutes. Pulling at the oars, I pulled as hard as I could. It was slow progress, but I was able to manage.

Soon I was able to hear Sam snore. I giggled lightly. In all my twenty-two years, I'd never heard a man snore before… not even my father. I kept pulling at the oars, but there was a turn.

I pulled at the left oar and it steered me right. I pulled back, not realizing that Trout and his gang were gaining on me. As not to alarm Sam, I kept pulling. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it sounded like,

"Yeah, boys, we got 'im now!" I gasped, prayed for deliverance, and pulled once more.

Crack…FIRE.

I gasped as something hit me; I wasn't expecting the hit in my chest...

it felt like fire...

and The PAIN! The bullet had hit me like a thunderbolt… I doubled over, trying not to make any noise and disturb Sam, as I quietly gasped and groaned in pain.

Blackness was invading my mind, and I could hear the boat chugging away, Trout and the others whooping and carrying on. I looked at Sam one last time and smiled, blood staining my teeth.

After about three minutes I passed out, and ended up in the shallow water with a splash, not ten feet from the landing pier near the grove. Darkness had fully consumed me as soon as I took my last look at my beloved Sam…

A/N: If it sounds unrealistic at the end, I apologize. Anyway I hope you liked it! Read and Review!