Prologue “I hate to bother you,” said Sam as he settled into the chair next to Teaspoon. “Especially so soon after the ordeals with the Kiowa and then Nickerson, but I need to borrow a couple of your boys.” Teaspoon nodded. “What for?” he asked as he cast a glance over the way station yard where the six boys he was beginning to think of as sons went about their chores. Sam shifted uncomfortably. “I can't give you any details,” he said. “I can just let you know that it's important, and I can't afford to go on my own.” Teaspoon nodded once again. “Can you at least tell me where they'll be headed?” When Sam didn't respond, Teaspoon added, “It will help me decided who to send. For example, I don't want to send Ike or Kid out into the middle of Kiowa country just yet if I can help it.” Sam nodded as he began to understand that Teaspoon wasn't just fishing for information; there was a reason for his request. “You don't want to send Ike or Kid then,” he said. Teaspoon sat quietly for a few seconds as he once more studied the yard. His eyes came to rest on Buck as he worked repairing the corral fence with Ike. “I take it Buck would be a good choice,” he said. Sam nodded. “I was hoping he'd be available,” he said. Teaspoon stood and made his way across the yard to his room. He quickly checked the schedule. When he returned to the porch of the bunk house he asked, “How long should this take?” “Two, three days,” replied Sam. “That is as long as the weather doesn't turn ugly.” Teaspoon once more spent a few seconds in quiet contemplation before calling, “Buck, Lou, Sam needs to talk to you.” He turned and opened the door to the bunk house to allow Sam some privacy with his boys. Chapter One The next morning, Buck and Lou headed into Sweetwater to pick up the important top secret message Sam needed delivered to the marshal of Blue Hill on the other side of Fort Jackson. As they headed out of town, Buck kept checking the sky. Lou could tell the young Kiowa was uneasy about something he saw. Finally, Lou asked, “Is something wrong?” Buck shrugged. “Not sure,” he said. Lou decided to not push the point. There were enough things to worry about on this mission without adding one of Buck's mysterious feelings to the list. At the moment the most pressing thing was what to do about the sleeping arrangements so as not to let Buck or the soldiers at Fort Jackson figure out Lou's secret. About midday, Buck stopped unexpectedly. He had been moving at a fairly brisk pace and not talking much which suited Lou just fine. So this change was a cause of irritation. “What?” asked Lou, not even trying to hide the annoyance felt at the delay. Buck once more studied the sky before replying, “We need to look for some shelter.” It was a statement of fact, not a suggestion, not an 'I think'. “Why?” asked Lou, looking up at the blue sky. Buck pointed to the one set of gathering clouds. “That's going to reach us before we get to the fort where we're supposed to spend the night,” he explained. “So?” asked Lou with a sigh of exasperation. Buck shook his head as he gave his companion a slight smile. “Those are snow clouds,” he said. “At best the storm they're bringing will drop only a foot or so. You want to be caught out in that?” “Not particularly,” Lou replied with a sigh of frustration. “Then we need to look for someplace to wait it out,” Buck repeated. He moved his mount forward at a slow pace. As he rode he scanned the surrounding area. As the first flakes began to fall, Lou pulled up beside Buck. “I think I see something.” Buck followed Lou's gaze. In the distance was what appeared to be an abandoned miner's lean-to. “That will have to do,” Buck said as he turned his horse in the direction of the small enclosure. The two riders nudged their horses forward. By the time the reached their destination, the slight snowfall had turned into a blinding blizzard with rain mixed into the snow. Chapter Two As they crowded not only themselves, but also their horses into the small dwelling, Lou became a bit anxious. “I'm not sure this is going to be as helpful as it first looked,” said Lou, squeezing in between the horses. Buck nodded his agreement. “Let me see if it extends back farther into the side of the cliff,” he said as he slowly pushed past his horse to the back wall. After a few minutes of exploring, he said, “I think I've found a cave entrance. Do we have some sort of light?” Lou glanced around the confines of the lean-to. Just above Buck's location was a small shelf. “There's a lantern just over your head.” Buck stood and retrieved the lantern. He was pleased to find it still had oil. He quickly lit it and returned to explore the area in front of him. A few minutes later, Buck returned to Lou's side. “There's a small cave back there,” he said. “We can't get the horses in it, but it will give us more room.” Lou nodded. “You see anything to feed the horses?” Buck returned the nod. “There are some oats near the cave entrance.” He glanced over Lou's shoulder to the opening of the lean-to. It was quickly disappearing behind a wall of snow. “You think you can take care of the horses?” he asked. Lou nodded. “What are you going to do?” “I'm going to see if I can get some dry wood out of the middle of that wood pile outside. I'm also going to work on securing something to the top of that entrance so we'll know which way is up when we start digging ourselves out later.” Lou managed to hide the fear of being trapped here. “You think we'll be here long?” Buck shrugged. “I'm not sure anymore; I really didn't think it would be this bad. So...” he let the sentence drop as he pushed his way back to the entrance and crawled out. While Buck worked outside, Lou tended the horses. It was a bit troubling that the oats were fresh, and there was a container of oil for the lantern, as well as a supply of fresh drinking water. Lou offered up a prayer that whoever this place belonged to would be someone who understood travelers in need. Once the horses were fed, Lou removed the bedrolls and saddles and placed them inside the cave. After a quick exploration of the area, Lou set up two separate sleeping areas on opposite sides of the obvious fire pit. The chill that filled the room caused Lou to remember Buck had gone for firewood and was still outside. Praying that nothing bad had happened, Lou went back out of the cave just in time to see Buck tumble back inside the lean-to. He was covered with snow and soaking wet. Chapter Three Buck pointed to where he'd stacked some amazingly dry firewood. “Could you see about getting a fire started?” he asked as he shrugged out of his dripping coat. “I still need to get this branch set so we can find our way out later. I'll be right down as soon as I finish.” Lou took the wood, Buck's coat, and a few others supplies and disappeared back into the cave. Soon there was a small fire going that was not only warming the room nicely, but also allowing Lou to start a pot of coffee. Buck joined Lou a few minutes later. “I don't think we'll be going anywhere today,” he said. “It's still coming down pretty hard and steady.” Lou handed Buck a cup of coffee. “It's not as good as Emma's, but it's warm.” Buck took the cup and settled in next to the fire. He smiled weakly up at Lou. “I'm sorry,” he said. “For what?” asked Lou. “You didn't make it snow.” “But if I'd realized how bad it was going to be, we would have tried to find someplace less cramped,” Buck said. As he took a sip of the coffee he shivered and moved closer to the fire. Lou noticed the movement. “You cold?” Buck nodded and sipped some more of the coffee. Lou started to hand Buck his coat, but quickly decided against it due to the dampness of the garment. Instead, Lou took the blanket from Buck's bedroll and draped it over the Kiowa's shoulders. “Thanks,” said Buck with a weak smile. He took another swallow of coffee as he glanced around their dwelling and frowned. “Something wrong?” asked Lou settling in across the fire. “Just wish we could see the sky,” said Buck. “I don't do well in closed in spaces for long periods of time. I feel like I'm trapped and...” he just let the sentence drop as he once more shivered. “I know what you mean,” said Lou. “I feel the same way about dark places.” “Guess we're both out of luck,” said Buck as he once more moved closer to the small fire. Lou noticed that Buck was sweating despite his shivering. “You still feeling chilled?” Buck simply nodded as he took another swallow of his coffee and reached for the pot to pour some more. Lou stood and walked around the fire to where Buck sat. Hoping not to alarm him, Lou added another log to the fire and nonchalantly touched Buck's forehead. “I think you have a fever.” Buck shook his head. “I'm just cold. I fell in a snow bank trying to get to the wood.” “You need to get out of your wet clothes,” Lou said reaching to take back the blanket Buck had wrapped around him. “Don't have anything else to put on,” Buck said. “Wear the blanket,” said Lou. “You need to dry off and get warm.” Buck nodded and stood. He let the blanket drop to his feet as he slowly moved to undress. He was only able to undo a couple of buttons. “I can't get my fingers to work,” he said softly as he sank back to the ground. Chapter Four Lou quickly moved to Buck's side and began to undress him. As Lou removed Buck's undershirt it became obvious that he'd injured himself when he'd fallen. There was a bruise forming over his right rib cage. Lou prayed that this wasn't going to cause too much trouble. With a small sigh, Lou continued to remove Buck's clothing. Once Buck was without clothing, Lou wrapped him in the blanket and then covered him with his bedroll. Lou gathered Buck's wet clothing and spread them out on the rocks near the fire so they could dry. Glancing at where Buck lay shivering nearby, Lou grabbed another log to add to the fire. After checking the remaining wood supply, Lou decided not to make the fire much larger just yet. Buck lay as close to the fire as Lou felt was safe. He was trying to stop his body from shaking, but wasn't having much success. Lou placed a hand on Buck's shoulder. “I'm going to see if there's anymore wood.” A quick search found another stack of wood on the far side of the cave. It also let to the discovery of some food stores and extra clothes. Lou returned to the fire with more wood and news of the discovery. “Guess this isn't as abandoned as we thought,” Buck said. He tried to sit, but the pain from his ribs made him stop. After a few minutes, Buck managed to ask, “Are there any small rocks nearby?” Lou looked around, but couldn't find anything small enough to be moved. “No.” “Too bad,” said Buck. “We could use them to help me warm up. I just can't seem to shake this chill.” He once more tried to sit, but had to stop as the uncontrollable shaking once more took control of his body. He collapsed back to the ground with a soft moan. Lou muttered a curse and went to get the additional bedroll and blanket. After placing the bedroll on the ground next to Buck's head, Lou helped Buck crawl on top of it. “Where are you going to sleep?” Buck managed to ask. “Next to you,” Lou answered throwing the second blanket on top of Buck's shivering form. Lou then moved behind Buck before stripping and crawling under the covers to lie next to Buck. As Lou snuggled in behind Buck, the shivering momentarily stopped. “Lou?” Buck said as his companion pushed in close to him and pressed against him. “It's me,” said Lou. “But,” Buck said as he tried to make sense of the messages his body was sending him about what he felt as Lou wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. “It's alright,” Lou said. “I'll explain it all later when you're well again. Just relax.” “I just need to know one thing,” said Buck as the warmth of Lou's body began to help warm him. “I'm a girl,” said Lou as she felt Buck's body relax as he drifted off to sleep. With a sigh she pulled the covers more tightly around them and prayed that things would work themselves out in the morning. Chapter Five A few hours later, Lou woke with a start. The fire had died down to embers and wasn't giving off much light. She tensed as the darkness closed in around her. She tried to control the fear, but wasn't able to stop the small whimper. The sound of someone trying not to cry woke Buck. He rolled onto his back and wrapped his arm around the person he encountered. He placed his hand on the back of her head. “You alright?” he asked, as he tried to figure out where he was. “No,” came the whispered reply. “It's too dark.” Buck kissed the top of the person's head. “It will be light soon, Little Bird,” he said as he moved his hand slowly down her back. When his hand landed on bare skin, Buck's memory came flooding back. He quickly let go of Lou and moved away from her. “I'm sorry,” he said, as he tried to sit up. The pain in his ribs as well as the way the blankets were wrapped around him caused him to drop back to the ground. Buck's soft moan forced Lou to fight past her fear. She quickly freed herself from the covers and added a log to the fire. As the flames caught hold of the wood and the light filled the room, Lou felt herself begin to relax. She turned her attention to Buck. Buck closed his eyes as Lou worked to free him from the tangle of covers. When she reached to pull the final blanket from him, Buck stopped her. “Please,” he whispered, as he grabbed the edge. “Please what?” asked Lou as she released her hold on the cloth. “I need to check your ribs.” Buck took a few breaths to calm himself. He kept his eyes tightly closed as he nodded to let Lou know he understood. “Let me move the blanket,” he said. “Alright,” said Lou with a slight sigh. She allowed Buck to position the blanket at his waist. This kept him covered yet provided Lou access to his ribs. Lou quickly checked him over. She was pleased to see that nothing was broken, just bruised. She took a deep breath as the relief that Buck wasn't seriously injured. “You're going to be fine,” she said, as she touched Buck's cheek to reassure him. Buck moved away from Lou's touch. “Please, don't,” he said in a voice that was as close to pleading as Lou had ever heard. Lou pulled her hand back. “What's wrong?” she asked. “Does something else hurt?” Buck opened his eyes, but quickly shut them again when he caught a glimpse of Lou sitting naked beside him. “I'm fine,” he said. “It's just...” he paused before asking, “Could you put something on?” “You warm enough?” Lou asked. Buck nodded. “I'm fine now thanks to you.” Lou quickly pulled on her long johns. She checked Buck's, but they were still damp. She moved back to Buck's side and gently touched his shoulder. “I'm back and dressed,” she said. Buck opened his eyes. “Thank you,” he said. “I feel much better now. Do you think it would be possible for me to get dressed?” Lou settled in next to him and shook her head. “Your clothes are still damp. I think you should wait until their completely dry before putting anything back on. I'd hate for you to get chilled again.” Buck nodded. “I can just stay wrapped in the blankets,” he said. After a few seconds of silence and avoiding looking Lou in the eyes, Buck asked, “Are you alright? I didn't do something to scare you, did I?” Lou smiled at him. “I just got scared when I woke up and it was so dark. I forgot where I was. Thank you for trying to help.” Buck blushed as he looked away. “I thought you were someone else,” he said. “That's why I touched you that way.” “It's alright,” Lou said, “you didn't do anything inappropriate.” She smiled down at Buck. She was about to ask him who Little Bird was, but she noticed he seemed very uncomfortable. “Are you sure you're alright?” she asked instead. Buck smiled back weakly. “Just feeling a little trapped,” he said. “I wish I could go outside.” Lou reached down and moved a strand of hair from his face. “How about we try and get some more sleep? When we wake up again, hopefully we'll be able to dig out and be on our way.” Buck glanced away from Lou's gaze. “I'm not sure I can go back to sleep,” he said softly. “It's so closed in, I'm...” he hesitated unwilling to admit how frightened he was; how he felt all the air leaving the small enclosure. Lou once more stroked his cheek. This time Buck didn't pull away, he just looked up with her with fear in his eyes. “Don't you have something to make a tea that helps you sleep?” she asked. Buck nodded slowly. Lou stood and went to Buck's saddle. “Tell me what I'm looking for.” Buck explained to Lou where he kept the willow bark. He then talked her through the process of making the tea. After drinking a few sips, he settled back into the covers and drifted off to sleep. Lou cleaned things up and built the fire up a little before once crawling under the covers with Buck. Since Buck was lying on his back, Lou rested her head on his chest. As she drifted off to sleep listening to the steady beating of Buck's heart, Lou prayed that they'd be able to get past this. She really didn't want to lose Buck's friendship. Just before she fell completely asleep, Lou felt Buck put his arm around her and pull her closer. Chapter Six The sound of the horses moving woke Buck. He lay still, willing the grogginess from the tea to leave him. As he waited, he gently stroked the head of his sleeping companion. He kissed the top of her head. “Little Bird,” he whispered softly. “We need to be getting back.” The sound of someone quietly questioning the horses caused Buck to come to full alertness. He carefully shook Lou. “You might want to get dressed,” he whispered. “We're about to have some company.” Lou was awake instantly. She quickly dropped a log on the fire and grabbed her clothes. She moved to the edge of the light from the fire to dress. She's just finished strapping on her gun belt when a boy a year or two older than them entered the cave. His eyes needed to adjust to the lighting of the room so Lou was able to move to Buck's side and ready her weapon. “We don't want any trouble,” she said. “Neither do I,” answered the boy. “I just want something to eat, and my food is back there.” He motioned to the back corner of the cave. “Do you mind?” “Not at all,” said Lou, lowering her pistol. She watched the boy make his way across the room. “I turned your horses out with mine,” he said as he passed by. “I figured they could do with some room to stretch as well as some fresh air.” “Thank you,” said Lou. “I'm Lou McCloud, and this is Buck Cross. We ride for the Pony Express out of Sweetwater. We didn't take anything except some oats and wood. We just needed a place to wait out the snow.” The boy nodded as he took in the scene before him. “I know who you are,” he said. “You're part of the group that captured my Pa's killer.” He held out his hand. “I'm Sammy Fuller.” He shook Lou's hand, and then turned to face Buck. “You alright?” he asked, as he shook Buck's hand. “A little sore. Bruised my ribs on your rock wall. I should be fine in a day or two.” The boy turned to Lou. “What about you?” “I'm fine,” replied Lou. “Just getting ready to make some coffee.” Sammy smiled. “You share your coffee, and I won't charge you for the oats.” Lou smiled back. “Deal,” she said. As she moved to the fire, Lou gathered Buck's clothing and handed them to him. She turned her back to him as she prepared the coffee so he could get dressed without worrying about her seeing him. Buck moved slowly and soon joined them at the fire's edge. “Your father was a good man,” Buck said as he sat next to Sammy. “Thank you,” he said. “Lot's of other people don't seem to agree with you. They say he was asking for trouble with the way he behaved.” “What did he do?” asked Lou. Sammy shrugged. “He was mining for gold when he was killed, but I think they mean the business he was in before my mother died.” “What was that?” asked Lou. “He ran a trading post out in Kiowa country,” said Buck. “He was one of the few white men who always traded fairly, and never tried to force whiskey on us as an item. He even helped me get to the mission when I left the village.” Sammy smiled. “I thought you looked familiar. You're Running Buck, aren't you?” Buck nodded. He kept thinking there was something wrong with this situation, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He remembered Fuller having a wife and child, but...His thoughts were broken into when Sammy spoke. “Whatever happened to that girl that was always hanging near you?” Sammy asked as he handed Buck a cup of coffee and reached for one of his own. “I'm not sure,” Buck answered softly. “That's part of why I left the village – to try to find her after she was taken away by trappers.” “Sorry to hear that,” said Sammy. “She was real nice.” Buck simply nodded and took a sip of his coffee. Lou glanced up at him. “She wouldn't happen to have been named Little Bird, would she?” Buck nodded again. “What makes you ask that?” Lou smiled at him. “You were talking in your sleep last night,” she said. Buck blushed, but didn't say anything. Sammy handed both of them some food. “It's not much,” he said, “but...” he let the sentence drop as they each took the plate and thanked him. As they ate, Lou and Sammy kept studying Buck closely. He was trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. “Where do you have to go?” Sammy asked as he cleared away the dishes. “Blue Hill,” answered Lou. “We were supposed to be there this afternoon.” Sammy looked at Buck and frowned. “I don't think you're going to make that deadline,” he said. “At least, he isn't.” Lou nodded her agreement. “I was thinking the same thing.” She turned to Buck. “You mind waiting for me here?” Buck shook his head. “If I don't, I'm going to make that message even later. If you left now, you could get there by morning.” He turned to face Sammy. “You mind if I extend my stay?” Sammy shook his head. “I think it might be a good idea for me to tag along with Lou though,” he said. “The Kiowa have been a little restless the past few days, and I'd hate for something to happen because he was alone.” “I should be fine here,” Buck said. “Especially if the two of you will help me arrange some things so I don't have to move around to much.” Lou and Sammy nodded. “Just tell us what we need to do,” Lou said. A few minutes later, Lou and Sammy had arranged the items in the cave so that Buck had easy access to them. Sammy had even constructed a path to the entrance by stringing a rope from the supply shelves in the back to the lean-to opening. This way Buck could use the rope to help steady himself as he made his way up the slope to the exit and the fresh air from outside. “We should be back either late tomorrow or early the next morning. The moon's full so we can ride easily at night,” said Sammy. Buck once more felt that something wasn't as it seemed, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He knew it was important that Lou get the message from Sam to the marshal in Blue Hill, and whatever it was didn't feel threatening, just out of place. Lou came to Buck's side. “You sure you're alright?” she asked. Buck nodded. “Just trying to remember something from years ago,” he said. “I usually try so hard to not recall my past.” He grinned slightly. “My life doesn't have a lot of happy memories,” he said softly. Lou looked up to where Sammy was preparing the horses. When she was certain he couldn't see them, she leaned in and kissed Buck's cheek. “Maybe we can work on making sure the ones from here on out are better,” she said. Buck blushed and dropped his gaze to the ground. “Maybe,” he said. As Lou turned to leave, Buck asked. “Does anyone else know about you?” Lou nodded. “Kid found out when I lost the pouch that one time.” Buck took a deep breath and hurriedly asked the next question, “So are the two of you...” Lou reached over and touched Buck's cheek forcing him to look at her. “Only because he knows and no one else does.” She smiled at him tenderly. “We'll talk more when I get back; promise.” She then left to join Sammy. As the two of them rode away, Buck suddenly figured out what it was that was troubling him about Sammy Fuller. He smiled as he made his way outside to visit with his horse. “Samuel “Fights like Bear” Fuller had a wife, Cactus Flower, and daughter, Samantha Rising Moon,” he told the horse. He shook his head. “Lou and Sammy have a lot more in common than they think.” Chapter Seven The trip to Blue Hill went smoothly. As they rode back towards the cave, Lou kept thinking there was something about Sammy that reminded her of Buck. Finally she decided to broach the subject. “So,” she said, “your father had dealings with the Kiowa?” Sammy nodded. “It wasn't hard for him to do since he was married to the daughter of one of the elders from the village Running Buck lived in.” “Oh,” said Lou. “That's what it is.” Sammy cast her a glance before asking, “What what is?” “There was something about you that reminded me of Buck; I was trying to figure out what it was. It's that you're part Kiowa too.” Sammy nodded. “That and his mother was my mother's younger sister.” “Oh,” said Lou. “Can I trust you with a secret?” Sammy asked Lou as they stopped to water the horses and stretch their legs a bit. “Sure,” said Lou. “Is it something about Buck?” Sammy shook her head. “No, but I'm sure he's figured it out by now. He's had enough time for the willow bark tea to wear off so he'll be clear headed.” “So, what is it?” Lou asked. Sammy took a deep breath. “I'm not exactly what I seem to be,” he said. “I'm Running Buck's female cousin. My father didn't have any sons. When my mother died, and he started mining he decided I'd be safer if everyone thought I was his boy. Since I'm part Kiowa I could keep my hair long, but I had to hide all my dresses and start wearing pants. Been doing it so long, I'm not sure I'd know how to put on a dress.” Lou laughed softly as Sammy finished up her story. “So what's your real name? Mine's Louise.” Sammy joined Lou in laughter. “Samantha,” she said. “How long you been doing this?” “About a year,” said Lou. “I needed a better paying job than I could get as a girl on her own; had a friend who suggested I cut my hair and change the way I dressed. Since my dad had wanted a boy, he'd taught me how to ride and shoot so...” she just let the sentence drop. “Buck know about you?” Sammy asked. “Just found out,” said Lou. “I had to keep him warm which meant I had to get naked.” She paused a bit before adding, “He seemed to be worried that I'd think he did something wrong because we had to touch each other while we didn't have clothes on.” She smiled. “It was kind of sweet how concerned he was.” Sammy nodded. “How much do you know about his past?” she asked, suddenly serious. “Not much,” said Lou. “I'm beginning to think he was sweet on that girl you asked about.” “Why?” asked Sammy, as they collected their horses and once more started on their way. “He called me Little Bird at least twice during the night,” said Lou. “Each time he did, he kissed my head.” Sammy smiled again. “They were promised to each other,” she said. “I remember the day that they were given the news. The family made a special trip to our trading post to share the news.” She shook her head. “It's a shame something happened to mess that up for him.” “He mentioned that his life hasn't had a lot of good memories,” said Lou. “Could you tell me something about him?” Sammy nodded. “I could, but I think I should leave that up to him. I know he's always been a rather private person so...” Lou smiled at her. “I understand,” she said. “I'll just have to ask him, and see what he says.” “Thanks for understanding,” said Sammy. “I'd hate to have him mad at me when I've just found him again.” She then glanced up at the sky. “Damn,” she said. Lou followed her gaze. She saw the clouds that were beginning to gather ahead of them. “More snow?” Lou asked. Sammy nodded. “How long?” asked Lou. “A few hours,” said Sammy. “The problem is that it's going to hit about where Buck is.” “Think we can beat it to him?” asked Lou. Sammy nodded. “If we run them hard,” she said. “Why?” “Let's just say I'd feel better if we were all trapped inside that cave instead of just Buck alone. I'm not sure how he'll do all by himself.” Sammy nodded. “I'd forgotten,” she said. “He doesn't like closed in spaces. We'd better hurry. This storm's going to be even worse than the last one.” Lou spurred her mount forward. “Is there someplace else we can go?” Sammy nodded. “I've got a real house just a few miles away from the cave. I just like the cave when I'm exploring.” Just as the snow began to fall in earnest, the girls entered the clearing in front of the cave. Buck was sitting in the lean-to watching the snow pile up along the rock wall. The relief they saw on his face as they rode up caused both girls to smile. “Can you ride?” Sammy asked. Buck nodded. “I think so.” “Then mount up,” Lou said. “Sammy has a house nearby that we can stay in until this one passes us by.” Buck gathered up Warrior Spirit and swung up on his back. “Let's go,” he said. “I'll worry about getting my things once it's cleared up and we can go home.” The girls nodded their agreement and they headed to Sammy's house. As soon as they were inside, Sammy started a fire. She then directed Buck and Lou to the back room where there were some clean, dry clothing. Buck offered to let Lou change first, but Lou refused. “You go ahead,” she said. “I'm not the one who was chilled last time; I'll be fine if you hurry.” Buck nodded and made his way into the room. He quickly found a complete change of clothes and put them on. He then made his way back into the main room. “I'll work on making some coffee if the two of you want to change now,” he said. Lou nodded. She went into the room Buck had just left, and Sammy went into her own room. Not too long after they'd left the main room, Sammy made her way to the room where Lou was changing. She quickly pulled a trunk out of the back closet. “These were my mother's” she said as she handed Lou a simple doe skin dress. “Let's surprise Running Buck.” Lou nodded and quickly put on the dress. “Is this right?” she asked as she adjusted the shoulder ties. “Perfect,” said Sammy. She was wearing a similar dress and had pulled her hair back in a ponytail. They gathered the damp clothing and returned to the room where Buck was preparing the coffee. When then entered the room, Lou said, “Is there some place we can hang these up so they'll dry more quickly?” Buck turned to face them. When he saw them, he froze. They were both nice looking when dressed as boys, but to see them in the simple dress of a Kiowa maiden rendered him speechless. Sammy moved beside him. “You figured it out just after we left, didn't you Cousin?” Buck simply nodded. “I knew you would,” she said. “That's why I told Lou before we came back. I was a bit surprised to find out that we shared a secret.” Buck smiled at her. “You look like your mother,” he said softly. “Thank you,” said Sammy. “Would you like me to go change back into my other clothes?” Buck shook his head. “No, I'll be alright. It's just strange to see...” Lou looked at them in confusion. Sammy finally took pity on her. “I mentioned that our mothers were sisters, didn't I?” Lou nodded. “Many people thought they were twins,” said Buck softly. “They looked an awful lot alike.” Lou moved to his side. “So it's almost like seeing your mother,” she said. “I get it now.” Sammy smiled at the two of them. “Why don't you two have a seat? I'll get us the coffee and then see about making us something to eat.” Lou took Buck's hand and led him to the table. As they moved she glanced out the window of the small house. The snow was still falling and piling up around the rock fence. She offered up a prayer that it wouldn't continue to fall so as to trap them in the house. Buck sat quietly watching Sammy moved around the house. He finally moved his gaze to Lou's face. “You look beautiful,” he said. “I'm sorry for being such bad company; it's just...” Lou reached over and touched his hand. “It's alright,” she said. “I'm not sure how I'd handle it if someone who looked like my mother suddenly showed up in my life. Just take your time.” Buck smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said. “I really mean it,” he said as he once more looked at Lou. “You look beautiful. It's like that dress was made for you.” Lou blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “I'm glad you like it.” She smiled as she added, “I'm surprised how comfortable it is, and how much I like being in a dress again. It's been a while since I've gotten to just be a girl.” She laughed softly. Since Buck seemed to be in the mood for sharing, Lou decided to ask him about his life before the Pony Express. She started by saying, “I told you last night that I'd explain my secret,” she said. Buck smiled at her. “You don't owe me any explanation,” he said. “What you do with your life is your business, not mine.” Lou nodded. “Still,” she said. “I did promise.” Buck nodded. “So...” he said. “I ran away from an orphanage,” Lou explained. “I found work in a...” she paused, unsure how to explain. Buck helped her out, “an establishment that offered entertainment to passersby,” he suggested. Lou nodded. “I just helped with the cleaning, cooking, etc. That is until I turned 13,” she stopped speaking and her eyes glazed over as she thought back to that horrible night. Buck reached out and softly touched her hand. “You don't have to tell me this,” he said. Lou smiled at him. “Let's just say it wasn't my best birthday. One of the ladies found me and helped me escape. It was her idea for me to dress like a boy. Best bit of advice I was every given.” She smiled up at Buck in an attempt to show him that she was alright with having shared this personal part of her past with him. Buck returned the smile. “Sounds like we have some things in common,” he said softly. He let his gaze drop to the ground. Lou reached over and touched his cheek. “Care to explain?” “I wasn't real popular in my village,” Buck said. “I find it hard to believe that people wouldn't like you,” Lou said. “You're one of the kindest people I know.” Buck blushed at the compliment. He once more dropped his eyes so he wasn't looking at Lou. “My mother was Kiowa,” he said, “the man who forced himself on her wasn't. The village was surprised that my mother kept me. They let me know they didn't approve of her decision whenever they had a chance.” Lou once more touched his cheek. “You don't have to tell me anymore,” she said. Buck looked at her. “All my life I've been told I was going to grow up to be just like the man who fathered me,” he said. “I'm sorry if I did anything wrong while we were sleeping in the cave; I wasn't really...” “You were a perfect gentleman,” said Lou, cutting him off. “I find it hard to believe that you'd ever intentionally hurt a woman that way.” Buck smiled weakly. “I hope you're right,” he said. He once more glanced around the small room they were in. He forced himself to breathe slowly and deeply as he studied the growing snow piles. Lou noticed the look of panic that flickered across Buck's face before he managed to bring his face back to its normal, emotionless state. “Someone lock you in a small space?” she asked. Buck simply nodded. “I was never sure I'd make it out,” he said softly. His eyes started to glaze over as the memories of the times the older boys would trap him underground and threaten to leave him there – buried, unable to reach the land of the dead. Lou placed her hand on his. “Me too,” she said. “That's why I hate the dark. It was so dark in that room, I couldn't see...” she shivered. Lou's contact and voice caused Buck to come back to the present. He quickly moved to sit beside her. He put his arm around her and hugged her to him. “No one wants to hurt you,” he said. “You're safe here.” Lou took a deep breath. “Same goes for you,” she said. “Remember, we're all friends.” Buck smiled at her. “Thank you,” he said. “I haven't even told Ike about what life in the village was like. I just wanted to forget as much as possible; especially after Little Bird was taken from me.” Before Lou could question Buck further about Little Bird, Sammy joined them with coffee and some beans. “Sorry I don't have more to offer,” she said. “I'll have to go down to the cellar later and bring up some more stores.” Buck glanced nervously out the window. “You have a way to get there from inside?” he asked. Sammy nodded. “Learned that one the hard way. First snowstorm that hit when we built, we spent three days with no food despite having a cellar full. As soon as we could get outside, we dug an entrance from the back room.” The three of them enjoyed the simple meal. Then Sammy built up the fire and had Buck and Lou help her move the bed into the main room. “We'll be warmer out here,” she said as she glanced to the windows which were now half covered by the snow. Buck followed her gaze. He was pleased to see that the snow was letting up. Hopefully it wouldn't cover the windows, and he'd at least be able to see outside. As the three of them climbed into the bed, Buck offered up a silent prayer that they wouldn't be snowed in for long. He and Lou were already a day late; Ike and Kid would be worried – especially since this trip had taken them into Kiowa territory. Chapter Eight The next morning dawned bright and clear. The sun shining in the cabin windows caused Buck to wake. At first he wasn't sure where he was, or how he'd come to be in the bed with two girls. When Lou rolled over and smiled at him, he remembered everything. He moved slowly so he could get a glimpse of the windows. He moaned softy when he saw how high the snow was. Lou crawled out of the bed. “You alright?” she asked as she moved to add a log to the dying fire. Buck nodded. “I was hoping we'd be able to start for home today,” he said. “I don't want to be the reason everyone worries.” Lou glanced at the windows. “Maybe it's not as bad as it looks,” she said. “Let's check the door.” Buck nodded and rolled to the edge of the bed. His movements woke Sammy. She stretched and glanced around the room. “Looks like you'll have to rest up another day,” she said to Buck as he pulled on his boots. “You sure?” asked Lou. Sammy shook her head. “No, but from the look of the windows I'm guessing the door isn't going to open.” The three of them made their way to the door and pushed. It didn’t budge. Sammy cursed softly under her breath. “It’s never been that hard before,” she said. “I wonder…” She glanced over at Buck, and the look he was trying to hide prompted her to offer, “I can make some tea...” “No,” Buck said. “I'll be fine. I don't need to be sedated.” He moved slowly back across the room and sank dejectedly into a chair. Sammy smiled at Lou and shook her head. “I'm putting some water on just in case. If I remember correctly, he's not going to last the whole day cooped up in here without some help.” Lou nodded. “Maybe it will clear quickly. I mean the sun is shining.” “We can hope, but I'm still boiling that water,” Sammy said. She moved to the fire and began to prepare breakfast. She quietly set a pot of water aside and prepared a cup by crushing some willow bark into a fine powder. The meal was spent mostly in silence. Buck kept glancing at the window as if he could will the snow to disappear. When they finished eating, Buck stood and gathered the dishes. He dropped them in the wooden tub near the fire, added some water, and began washing. Sammy joined him. “I can do that,” she said. “I know,” Buck replied, “I just need to stay busy. If I don't, I'm not sure I can take being trapped in here.” He stopped speaking and took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Sammy patted his arm. “I'll see if there's another way out,” she said. She took the now empty water bucket and moved to the window on the back wall. The snow wasn't as high on this one. She carefully opened the window and scooped the snow into the water bucket. “Lou, could you come here?” Sammy called softly. Lou made her way to Sammy's side. “You think you could crawl out?” she asked. “I have a few more containers we can fill with snow so we can make this a little larger. You're the smallest one here, so...” Lou nodded. “What good does that do us?” she asked. “The two of you are still stuck.” “Maybe not,” said Sammy. “I'm not sure it's snow that's blocking the door. You might be able to move whatever it is so we can dig out that way.” Lou glanced at where Buck was busily cleaning his plate for the fourth time. “I think we need to try something. Let me go change back into my pants.” She turned to leave. “Wait,” said Sammy. “I have something better for you to wear.” She took Lou back into her bedroom and pulled a fur suit from the trunk of clothes. “It will not only keep you warmer; it will help you stay dry.” Lou quickly pulled the suit on and made her way quietly back to the window. After a few minutes, she was able to crawl out of the window and make her way to the front of the cabin. What she saw there both thrilled and alarmed her. Chapter Nine Lou decided to check on the animals before returning to the cabin to share her discovery. She quickly gave each horse some oats and then made her way back to the window. As she neared the opening, she heard Sammy speaking calmly and quietly as if she were trying to sooth a frightened animal. After a few seconds, Lou realized the reason she couldn't figure out what was being said was because Sammy was speaking in Kiowa. Lou offered up a quick prayer that Buck didn't do anything stupid as she scampered back inside. When she landed, Buck turned to face her. His eyes were wide with fright, and he held Sammy's cooking knife at the ready. Lou froze. She looked over Buck's shoulder to Sammy for guidance. Sammy signed to her, * Put your hands up to show him you mean him no harm.* Lou did. Sammy took a step closer to Buck. “It's alright,” she told him in Kiowa. “She's a friend. She's come to help us escape.” Buck slowly turned his gaze to meet Sammy's. She reached out for the knife. “Let's go sit at the table so she can tell us what to do.” Buck tensed when Sammy touched his arm, but didn't fight her as she took the knife and moved him across the room. As she passed Lou, Sammy whispered, “Tea.” Lou slowly added water to the cup Sammy had prepared earlier. She then picked up two more cups and filled them with coffee. She handed the tea to Sammy who added just a touch of coffee before giving it to Buck. The two girls then sat next to him. “Drink your coffee,” Sammy said to Buck. “It will help you relax to do something you enjoy.” Buck nodded. He picked up the cup and took a big swallow. He followed this quickly with a couple more smaller sips. After the third sip, he glanced at Sammy. He started to speak, but gave up and laid his head on his arms. He was soon resting easily. “So,” Sammy asked Lou as Buck began to snore, “what did you find?” Lou sipped her coffee. “The snow isn't all that deep except at your windows,” she said. “In fact, if we could move the item blocking your door we could just walk out with no problem. The trouble is, I'm not sure I can get it out?” “What is it?” asked Sammy. “A wagon,” said Lou. “There aren't any animals or people that I can see, but there's a small buck board wedged into your entry path.” “Maybe our horses could pull it free,” suggested Sammy. “Maybe,” agreed Lou. “I'm just not sure how. I can't see a place to attach any ropes...” she let that sentence drop and shook her head. “You really need to see it to understand.” Sammy glanced at Buck. “Let me change,” she said. “He should be out for a couple of hours at least. He drank a lot more than he usually does.” Lou nodded. She enjoyed her coffee as Sammy quickly changed into a similar suit of clothes. Once she was ready, Sammy cleaned up the remains of the coffee dishes and followed Lou out the window. It was a tight squeeze for her to fit into the small area cleared of snow. There was no way they could get Buck out that way without first moving a lot more snow, and they didn't have the right tools for that job. Soon the two girls were studying the small wagon that had somehow become wedged between the rock walls built to offer shelter from the elements as one entered Sammy's home. The interesting fact was that the wagon was in the opening sideways. It was almost as if someone had placed it there on purpose. Chapter Ten “Damn,” said Sammy as she stepped off the wall onto the back of the wagon. “What?” asked Lou. “We need to figure out how to get Buck out that window,” Sammy said, “and we need to do it now, before they have a chance to come back.” “Who?” asked Lou, glancing around. “The Harrison boys,” Sammy answered. “They've been trying to jump my claim ever since Pa got killed. Told me it ain't right for a half-breed to have better things than they do.” She shook her head. “I'll bet you anything they plan on coming back tonight and...” she stopped speaking as something pushed under the seat of the wagon caught her attention. “They mean to burn me out,” she said, as she pointed to the jar of lamp oil and the straw stashed under the wagon seat. Lou once more glanced around the area. “Why would they wait until tonight?” Sammy shrugged. “My guess is something scared them off last night, or maybe the storm was worse than they expected it to be. They can't do anything until night though because they have jobs in town, and they have to be at them to stay out of jail.” Lou nodded her understanding. She pulled the jar of lamp oil out of the wagon. “No use making it easy for them,” she said. Sammy laughed. She checked the wagon to see what else was there. She found a shovel and some rags. “Maybe we can use this to clear enough snow away to get Buck out the window,” she said as she handed Lou the shovel. The two girls quickly returned to the back wall. They began to work on enlarging the circle around the window. Just before they were finished, they heard Buck beginning to stir. “I'm going in,” said Sammy. “Stay here. It always takes a few minutes for him to come out of the haze the tea induces. I'd hate for him to hurt you because he's confused.” Lou nodded. “I'll keep digging.” Sammy slipped back into the cabin. She made her way to the table and sat next to Buck. He still hadn't picked up his head but was beginning to move around and mumble to himself. After a few seconds, Buck woke. He picked up his head and looked around the room. When he saw Sammy, he relaxed a little. His gaze then took in the snow-covered windows, and the fear from earlier once more filled his eyes. Sammy touched his cheek to make him look at her. “Everything is alright,” she said softly. “I've found a way out.” Buck managed to stay focused on her face. He took a deep breath before asking, “What?” “I found a way out,” Sammy repeated. “I need you to wait here just a few minutes while I gather some supplies. As soon as I'm back, we can leave. You think you can do that for me?” Buck nodded. He took a deep breath to help him relax. The cold fresh air from the opened window got his attention. He glanced behind him at it before turning his gaze back to Sammy. “See” she said. “Our way out.” Buck nodded. “Hurry,” he whispered. “I can't...” Sammy once more touched his cheek. “I know,” she said. “I'll be right back.” She stood and made her way across the room. Before leaving the room she said, “You work on waking up; as soon as I’m back; we're leaving.” Buck once more nodded. He worked at clearing his head as Sammy gathered supplies to take with them on the trip back to Sweetwater. She had decided that she was tired of trying to protect the claim to a mine that was about played out. The Harrison's could have the place; she'd found family and that was worth so much more than any gold or a silly piece of land. A few minutes later, Lou was helping Buck distribute supplies among their three horses and Sammy's pack mule. “We need to remember to stop by the cave and get our things,” said Lou with a glance over Buck's shoulder to the house where Sammy had momentarily disappeared. Buck nodded. “I think it's really just my saddle and our bedrolls,” he said. “It shouldn't take long to gather them unless we have to dig the place out again.” Jut then Sammy joined them. She smiled as she said, “Decided to follow through with the Harrison's plan.” She turned to watch the orange glow of a fire fill the sky. “Of course, I think they may be a bit surprised at how well it worked.” She chuckled to herself as the fire grew larger. Buck glanced past her to the fire. “You started it inside,” he said. She nodded. “They want the mine; they can have it, but I'm not letting them have the things that belonged to my family just because I couldn't pack them all. They can make their own house, furniture, and clothes.” Buck nodded his approval. “You sure it won't get too big?” asked Lou. “The snow should keep it under control,” said Buck. “We can wait to be sure if you want.” Lou shook her head. “I think we need to get going. We're already two days behind and we're not sure how fast we're going to be able to go. The others are going to start worrying. I don't want them to come looking for us and have someone else get hurt.” Buck nodded. “My thoughts exactly. I know Ike is going to be worried that the Kiowa did something to us if we don't get back soon.” He paused and studied Lou a moment before adding, “I'll bet Kid will be worried too. He'll think they captured us and...” he let the sentence drop and sighed. “I'd rather not be the reason a war got started.” Chapter Eleven The three quickly mounted and left the area. After a stop at the cave (which thankfully they didn't have to dig out) to gather more supplies, Buck's saddle, and their bedrolls, the three started on the trip to Sweetwater. As they rode, both Buck and Sammy kept checking the sky. Lou was getting nervous watching the two of them. Finally she asked, “What is it?” “Nothing,” said Buck. “So why do you keep looking?” Lou insisted. “Trying to decide whether or not it's going to last through the night,” explained Sammy. “Why?” asked Lou, feeling ashamed and frustrated that she kept needing to ask. Buck took up the explanation. “If the weather stays clear, we should be able to ride all night. There's going to be a full moon. With all the snow, it will be almost as bright as it was this morning.” Lou nodded. “If we can keep riding, we can make up a lot of time,” she said. “We could be home in about a day and a half.” “Not quite three days late,” said Buck. Lou smiled. “Which means Teaspoon won't have let them start looking yet.” Buck nodded as he returned the smile. “Means we don't have to worry.” Lou relaxed. Suddenly she tensed again. “How are you feeling?” she asked Buck. “You think you can ride that far without stopping?” Buck nodded. “I can make it. If not, just tie me to my horse. We need to get home before they start looking.” Sammy watched this exchange with confusion. “Why is not having your friends looking for you so important?” Buck glanced at Lou before answering, “We had a run in with the Kiowa a week or so ago. Two of our friends were...” he paused unsure how to explain exactly what had taken place after Ike was taken prisoner by the Kiowa. Lou took up the tale, “Things got a little rough, and both Ike and Kid haven't had enough time to process everything.” Sammy nodded. “I heard about this,” she said. “It's what stopped the Kiowa raids in the area.” She turned to face Buck. “You proved yourself a true Kiowa warrior.” Buck pulled his horse to a stop. “How do you know that?” he asked. Sammy smiled at him. “I still have contact with my mother's people,” she said. “Red Bear spoke of it with pride.” Buck blushed at the hidden praise. “They don't understand what they saw,” Buck explained. “They will think the Kiowa have harmed us. They'll attack the village, and...” he stopped speaking. Sammy nodded. “That will start a war,” she said. “Let's get moving then so that doesn't happen.” She spurred her mount onward. Buck and Lou soon joined her. They rode the next few hours in silence. Each lost in their own thoughts and concerns. When the moon rose to it's place in the sky, Sammy broke the silence. “I think I will like these men willing to face the Kiowa to save their friends. They must be very brave.” “They'll like you too,” Lou said. “Maybe a bit too much.” “Which brings me to the question I was about to ask,” said Sammy. “What?” asked Lou. “Should I meet them as Sammy or Samantha?” Lou glanced at Buck before answering. “Samantha.” Buck nodded. “Most definitely,” he said. “I'm not sure I can 'forget' that you're a girl; I've known you too long.” Chapter Twelve As they drew nearer to Sweetwater, Lou started to slow down. She kept checking their surroundings as if she were looking for something important. She glanced at her two companions as they rode slightly ahead of her – lost in conversation; catching up for the years they'd been apart. Finally, she stopped. It took Buck and Sammy a few seconds to realize Lou was no longer with them. Buck turned and rode back to her. “What's wrong?” he asked. Lou just shook her head. “I need to change,” she said. “I almost forgot. This outfit is so comfortable, but also...” Buck looked at the skin suit Lou still wore. It was obvious that she wasn't a boy. The way the suit fit left little to the imagination as to exactly how curvaceous she really was. Buck smiled. “I can't believe I never noticed how beautiful you are before.” He laughed softly. “I'm pretty sure I won't have trouble noticing from here on.” Lou glared at him. “You'd better not,” she said. “You need to forget all about 'Louise'.” Sammy joined them. “He will,” she said. “He respects you too much to give away such an important secret.” Lou relaxed a little at Sammy's reassurance. Buck smiled at her and nodded. “I won't tell anyone what I learned about you on this trip – not even Ike.” He paused a bit before adding. “I'm good at keeping secrets. Really, I am.” Lou laughed. “Thank you,” she said. She then disappeared into the underbrush that had caused her to pick this spot to stop. A few minutes later, she reappeared and handed the suit to Sammy. “I'd be too tempted to wear it if I keep it,” she said. Sammy secured the suit to her saddle, and the group started forward once more. They arrived at the way station just as Sam rode in to join the search party. “Thank the good Lord,” said Emma as the group stopped in front of her. “Sorry we had you worried,” said Buck. “We got held up by the snow.” * You alright? * asked Ike as he dismounted and moved to Buck's side. “I'm fine,” Buck answered as he too dismounted. He had to stop talking when his ribs protested the movement. He grabbed the saddle horn and held himself up as the pain washed over him. “You don't look fine,” said Teaspoon as he moved to help Ike support Buck. Lou spoke up. “He hurt his ribs the first night out. We probably should have stopped more on the way back, but we wanted to get back before you went searching. We didn't want anyone to do something that would cause trouble with the Kiowa.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out an envelope. She handed it to Sam. Emma said, “Why don't you come inside and let me check those ribs?” Buck nodded. “I'll need just a minute,” he said. He noticed how Ike and Kid kept looking at Sammy. He could tell they didn't trust her because dressed the way she was, it was obvious she had Indian blood. He straightened himself as best he could and smiled at her. “This is Samantha Rising Moon Fuller,” he said. “Her father was Samuel Fuller and her mother was Cactus Flower, my aunt. She helped us out when we got snowed in. I told her she was welcomed here since she has no other family.” He looked over at Emma. “I hope I haven't spoken out of turn.” Emma smiled at the young lady standing quietly behind Buck. “Of course she's welcome here,” she said. “Why wouldn't she be?” Buck glanced at Ike and then Kid. “She is part Kiowa,” he said. “I just wasn't...” Kid cut in, “So are you.” Buck simply nodded. “She keeps in better contact with them than I do. In fact she knows about what just recently happened.” Ike touched Buck's shoulder. * I'm sorry...* he started. “Don't,” Buck said. “We've moved past the need for any more apologies. I just didn't want any one to be uncomfortable.” Sammy spoke up, “I can find someplace else to stay if it's going to be a problem.” She glanced around the group. “It's not like I go visit every day; I just happen to run into people while I was out and about. I totally understand if it's too soon for...” *No,* said Ike. * You should stay here with Buck. You and he are family; family is important. * “Thank you,” said Sammy. “From what I've heard you're all family, so...” “Looks like our family just added a sister,” said Cody. He smiled at Sammy and then glanced at Jimmy where the other rider stood appraising Buck's cousin. “Well, maybe not a 'sister',” he said with a wink. Drop me a note and let me know what you thought!