DISCLAIMER: The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the property of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Buck winced as he walked out of the bunkhouse door, his chest still painful, how he longed to take a horse and just ride across the plains the wind in his hair but the pain he still felt when he even climbed on his horse was almost enough for him to see stars. At least he was allowed out of bed now.
Just last week Lou and Rachel stopped their around the clock watch of him, finally convinced that he would not expire with his next breath or in his sleep. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate their concern, in fact he realised that he had given all of them such a bad scare and it would be a long time before they stopped being so protective of him. It seemed like the only time he got completely to himself was this time before dawn, usually he walked slowly out to the corral and watched the sun rise. Even this small activity fatigued him. Hell who was he kidding even getting dressed managed to leave him exhausted and out of breath, but glad to have some independence left.
He smiled as he thought of the reason he had no independence, Lou. She seemed to be at his side day or night anticipating his every wish. It had taken him a while but he was almost sure that his had his feelings for Lou under control. She would always hold a very special place in his heart, but he knew that now he would move on and find a love of his own. A love like the love that Kid and Lou shared.
Turning back toward the bunkhouse and the start of his day, he smiled, as she had done for the past two mornings Lou met him at the bunkhouse door, a cup of herb tea for him and a coffee for her in her hands. It seemed that she had become so attuned to him that she knew when he woke. She had realised that he needed a little time to himself so she waited each day for him to return to the bunkhouse before she handed the hot mug.
This morning when he reached the top of the steps he took the cup and enfolded her in his arms, turning her to look at the exquisite colours in the sunrise, he knew that he would never be this happy anywhere else, he knew that he would love these people for ever and they would return his feelings no matter what came between them. He had never thought that he would be accepted this way, he had not be able to find it in the red or the white world until he took his job with the Pony Express, but he knew that he had found his place in life.
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