"Love, Louise." Those words spoke the truth. He knew that she had loved him. And not like the rest of the riders. She loved him as a woman loves a man. But her heart belonged to Kid. Even now in death, Kid still held her heart. Although they had never spoken the words to each other, Jimmy knew that she loved him and she knew that he loved her. And they had left it at that, unspoken words and one kiss. That one unforgettable kiss.

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"Naturally. But the young lady he was with does too. Hickok immediately tossed one of his silver guns to her. Without hesitation, she instantly rushed into the heat of the battle with the gunfighter, firing right beside him."

"Girls can't shoot guns!" Andy declared.

"Not true," I informed him. "I saw this girl wound several of the outlaws. Not only did she help Wild Bill defeat the gang, but she also got the deputy to safety." I could understand how astonished the boys were, when I first saw the young woman do this, I was amazed myself!"

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She was thin, almost too thin, from the hard work and deprivation she'd endured just to keep the small homestead alive. Her auburn hair was longer than when she'd last seen him, almost three years ago now, and was held back at the nape of her neck by a deep green ribbon that matched her skirt. The petite features were still young, but her dark brown eyes showed a weariness, a maturity born of worry and strife that surpassed her twenty-two years. The ache she'd felt the day Kid had kissed them all good-bye and begun his journey toward Virginia was as rich today as it had been then.

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"Do you know your name?" he asked. Lou automatically opened her mouth to answer then immediately closed it. She couldn't tell him her name. She doesn't remember it. Frantic, Lou searched her mind but came up with nothing. Seeing the fear in Lou's eyes, the man asked again, "Do you remember anything?"

Again Lou tried to remember something, anything but nothing came out. "No," she replied, as tears rolled down her cheeks.

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She lay remembering the last time she saw her brother and the night her mother had told her he would never come home. Louise, honey, Lucas can't come back. He's passed on now. I'm sorry but you'll never see him again. The memories made the tears form in her eyes again. She was never allowed to mention Lucas to anyone. No one was to know how he had died or that he had ever even lived. She lied to me, Louise thought. Why would she lie to me about my own brother? And why didn't I remember him until now?

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Steeling his nerves, he plunged on ahead. "Emma... I was wonderin' if you were planning on goin' to the dance next Saturday."

"I wouldn't miss it." she replied. Her dark eyes looked directly into his blue ones. "Why do you ask?" For a moment he lost himself in her gaze, feeling, as much as seeing, the sparkle that lit up her entire face. A lock of hair flew free of it's restraint, waving about her face. Emma reached up and tucked it behind her ear.

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