Hi, thank you for reading, whoever you are. I know it's being read because the numbers have slowly increased and I have some favorites and follows.

Can somebody please please review it? I know Yellowstone stories aren't getting a lot of reviews now, but I do feel I am doing a good job here and I deserve at least one review. Can someone please do this for me? I would be forever grateful if you did!

Coralee paced up and down the highway, looking at the skies, waiting anxiously for the Medivac to arrive. She heard him moan, and knelt in front of him, hoping to see a sign of recognition but having to content herself with the knowledge that at least he was breathing. If he was breathing, he was at least alive.

The older woman came and sat next to her. Handing her a bottle of water she said, "I'm Myrtle Howard, dear, what's your name?"

Suddenly it felt very strange to have not told her, but there had been no chance. "My name is Coralee Dutton." She suppressed the urge to say "Wheatley" and besides, it felt strange to hear her called by Travis's last name. She was a Dutton, she always would be a Dutton, married or not.

"That's my uncle, John Dutton. I don't know what happened to him. This is the highway we take to get to our ranch. We've traveled it hundreds of times and now this." Tears started to flow from her blue eyes, "I don't know who did this to him, or why." That's not entirely true, Coralee, she told herself, you know who you think could have done this, but you don't know who they are.

Myrtle touched her arm, "You have to believe he will be all right and then he will. Look," she said and pointed to the sky, "The Medivac is here."

Coralee didn't know how they managed it, but the chopper managed to land on the highway. The medics came out with a stretcher and they loaded her uncle into the helicopter.

They were asking questions, and this was the wrong time to ask questions. Myrtle gently intervened and pointed out that she was in shock and needed time to calm down. She'd heard Coralee tell her husband that she was pregnant, so she pointed that out as a reason for them to back off for a moment.

At last, she was able to speak. "My cousin and my uncle's ranch foreman are waiting at the hospital in Bozeman," Coralee told them, "That's my uncle, that's John Dutton, owner of the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. I found him lying hurt on the highway, do you need to know any more than that right now?"

For the moment that seemed to be enough. She had a rental car with her that she didn't want to leave, otherwise she'd ride with them. The family must be gathering at the hospital by now and they would be able to provide any information that they needed. Besides, she wasn't present when her uncle was shot, but she must have arrived shortly after.

It wasn't sufficient information and not nearly as much as the EMTs wanted, but they understood it would have to do. They told her not to drive until she felt it was safe to do so and be careful. Oh, and if she was pregnant, she should be checked out at the hospital to make sure she was all right. Shock could have unintended effects on pregnancies.

"Don't I know it," she wanted to tell them, but all she did was nod her head and agree. She watched as the Medivac took off and said a short prayer, asking that her uncle would survive.

"Honey, are you sure you're okay to drive?" asked the kindly Melvyn, "One of us could drive your car to make sure you get there safely."

"Thank you," she smiled at him, "Thank you so much for the help, I really appreciate it, but I'm able to drive now, I think. I'll drink some water and then get going." She wanted to laugh at their concerned faces, they looked like kindly grandparents and she had none left on either side of her family.

"Well, put our number into your cell phone," said Myrtle, "And if you need anything, feel free to call. We're worried about you, honey."

"I'll let you know what happens, I promise. I hope we can keep this out of the newspapers, people around here love to gossip about the misfortunes of others, especially if your name is Dutton." She hugged each of them, wishing that there was something she could do to thank them. Maybe Jamie could come up with something.

She got into her rented SUV turned around and headed to Bozeman. Travis be damned, she was glad she had come. One of the EMTs had told her that her uncle was lucky that she had come along when she did. Myrtle and Melvyn had played a part too, and she was grateful that they had arrived when they did.

She wasn't religious, she was more agnostic than atheist, but she had absorbed knowledge from the Native Americans in their area. She'd studied their religion, and had admired the way it was woven into their daily lives. Maybe that was who she could thank, for Christianity offered her no comfort.

It seemed an eternity before she finally arrived in Bozeman. She looked up and saw that the chopper had landed on the roof and knew they were unloading her uncle onto a gurney and would be bringing him down to the emergency room for evaluation. Casey and Rip must be parked somewhere and Rip would have called Beth by now.

She parked her car and hurried into the hospital. After being admitted here after her accident she knew the layout of the hospital and did not have to ask for directions to the emergency room. She wanted to run there but knew she shouldn't but each step she took felt agonizingly slow,

She saw Kayce and Rip, but so far, no Beth. Good, she thought, although she knew Beth would be coming later. She heard Kayce say, "There she is," and she knew she would have to provide them with the details of what happened, even though she had not seen much.

She took a deep breath and told them what had happened. She had been driving down Highway 89 on the way to the ranch when she saw that a Yellowstone truck had slid partly off the highway. She parked her car and went to see if she could help and saw a man lying next to the left rear tire and saw that it was Uncle John and that he was injured. She had no cell signal so she ran down the highway looking for help and an elderly couple stopped and drove her until she got a signal so she could call the medivac. That was all she could tell them about what happened.

She was not aware that Kayce had put his arm around her to steady her, but the world suddenly started to go black and she went limp in his arms as he held onto her to keep her from falling.

When she regained consciousness, she was lying limp in the emergency bed wearing a hospital gown and an IV drip attached to her arm.

"What, what happened?" She felt a little groggy and reached for the nurse's call button and pressed it.

"What am I doing here?" she asked when an aid finally appeared.

"You fainted, probably from exhaustion," she was told, "Your blood sugar is low, how long has it been since you've eaten?"

"Dinner, I had dinner last night, I haven't had a chance to eat since then, all I had time for was a little coffee." Now, go away and bring someone who can get me out of here.

"Did you know that you're pregnant?" The aid was not aware that she had opened a Pandora's box but she soon found out.

"What did you do, run a pregnancy test on me? Yes, I'm very aware that I'm pregnant. How did you…"

"We did bloodwork, and it came up. We're going to give you a protein shake and you need to drink it, all of it. You were dehydrated too, which is why we hung the drip. You can leave as soon as it's done, but you need to see a doctor as soon as possible." The orderly turned and left which was good because if she hadn't shut up Coralee would have started screaming.

She hated canned protein shakes but when it was presented to her she drank it without a fuss. The IV drip finished and after conferring with the ER doc and promising to follow the protocol she was released.

She stepped outside the ER doors and saw Rip sitting and reading a paper.

"All done?" he asked her, and she nodded, "I'm driving your car back to the ranch, Kayce is taking the truck back as soon as he gets news about your uncle."

"Shouldn't we wait, too? I found Uncle John, I have the right to know how he's doing." She stared at him, she liked Rip but sometimes he put her on the defensive.

"Beth is here, we'll find out when he's out of surgery and it may be a while. Where's your car?" Rip was always blunt and to the point.

She sighed, then handed him her keys and showed him where she'd parked. He let out a low whistle when he saw the gold Lexus SUV she was driving.

He turned to her and asked, "What the hell are you doing with this thing? Didn't they have a pickup you could rent?"

"No, they didn't. It would have been easier to get an Audi or a Beamer, that's what yuppies like to drive. At least it has a V-8 and it handles well. I'd rather drive an old pickup but you can't rent those at Enterprise."

"Well, I hope no one sees me driving this thing," he said, and they got in and took off and headed towards the ranch.

They drove in silence for a while, which suited her fine, until Rip said, "I hope you know that Travis is going to tan your hide. He's probably furious at you." He gave her an evil grin and she wanted to slap him.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Rip," she retorted, "Saving Uncle John's life should count for something. The paramedics told me he was lucky I came along when I did, if he'd had to wait much longer things could have been much worse." There, take that, jerk, she thought.

"He called the house this morning and asked if we'd seen you. I was the one who talked to him, and he sounded pretty mad." Rip looked at her, he'd keep baiting her until it was no longer working.

"Well, he should have known better than to tell me I couldn't come here. The ranch had been attacked, what did he expect me to do? I'm a Dutton, the Yellowstone is my home. Look what happened to Uncle John, it was only dumb luck that I happened to be driving on the same highway where he lay injured, and no one was there to help him." She wanted to yell and scream at him, but she made herself keep her temper.

"What if it was an ambush and something had happened to you, did you think about that?" Rip had a point but she had an answer.

"There was no one there, Rip, no one. After they did what they did they must have left, thinking they'd been successful. They would have no way of knowing about me, now would they? They probably thought no one would come by and Uncle would just have bled out. Fortunately, they were wrong, I was there, and so was that couple who stopped to help me. He drove me to where I could get a cell signal and she was a nurse so she did what she could to help him. It was Kismet, you know?" She was trying to reason with him, persuade him that she was right.

"Well, Coralee, did you ever think that couple weren't as innocent as they looked, that they may have had something to do with it?" Typical Rip, she thought as she listened to him.

"Well, Rip," she said, "Sometimes you just have to have a little faith. I believe those people came along because I needed help; I couldn't have done this on my own. And it worked out, didn't it? He drove me to a place where I could use my phone to call a medivac and it took him to the hospital. Sometimes things just fall into place because they're supposed to. I think someone or something was looking out for Uncle John and me, so what do you say to that?"

He shrugged his broad shoulders. She knew he didn't have the answer any more than she did.