The South Wind

by TJ

FEEDBACK: Yes Please! — HistoryWillKnowTheSeven@hotmail.com (Don't forget to tell me which story you read - Thanks)

RATING: NC17 - for violence and explicit sexual content. Some content may be disturbing to more sensitive readers.

UNIVERSE: Old West (The Original and Still the Best)

SERIES: History Will Know The Seven

ARCHIVE: Yes, but ask first please.

DISCLAIMER: If only wishes did come true... Reality is harsh.

John Watson and CBS own The Magnificent Seven and all of its characters.

No profit shall be received from this narrative.

I claim All Original Characters as my own.

Please, DO NOT use them without my express permission.

WRITER'S NOTES: The references to Greek Mythology used here can be found in most Encyclopedias.

It was necessary for me to learn the game of poker, although it doesn't take up a lot of the plot. I'm told I got it right.

The Native Language used here is authentic, but I did take small liberties with some of the translation. I must apologize for the appearance of the written words. The standard computer keyboard does not allow for Cheyenne punctuation.

My story has no true basis in reality, but the references made to Native American cultural beliefs have a basis in fact. The creatures of the Four Winds do exist!

My thanks to Antoinette for her friendship, guidance and patience. Thanks also, to Amy, for her enthusiasm and tenacity. And, thank you to Carrie and Marnie, for their eagerness to help.

Finally, to the ladies in the chat room, who convinced me that I could do this — this 'Adult' version is for you!

Part Three

Even half drunk, Larabee knew someone was watching him. As the minutes ticked slowly by, the blond searched his memories. He couldn't conceive of anybody stupid enough to get near him when he was in this kind of mood. No one that knew him anyway...

That only left one logical conclusion... something that his gut had been warning him of for some time now... Danger lurked. Some unknown was watching and waiting... they'd surely take advantage of any chance to catch him off guard.

Chris continued to chop the firewood as he had been doing for almost an hour. Two more big pieces of wood fell into kindling as sweat beaded from the man's bare chest. His rage had waned gradually, yet it didn't seem that there would ever be enough lumber to quell all of his anger completely. Still mindful of prying eyes, he gathered some of the pieces together and carried them into his home. Forcing the door open, he kicked it closed behind him.

Several minutes later, the door swung open quickly. Larabee's gun was drawn at the ready and his adversary simply stood and stared.

Athena's hands were outstretched, well away from her pistols.

The gunslinger sneered. What the hell are you doing here? How dare ya trespass on my land? His voice was menacing as he spoke. "If you know what's good for ya, you'll get the hell out 'a here, right now," he commanded. Holstering his gun, he shoved his way past her roughly and moved back to the woodpile. Chris went back to chopping his firewood. He ignored her presence, hoping desperately to avoid any further confrontations.

More than ten minutes passed before he finally heard a horse gallop away. Maybe she ain't as stupid as I thought!

He didn't look back.

Continuing the laborious task for another half-hour, the man finally gathered the remaining wood and stacked it beside his home. He grabbed the water bucket and drank sparingly, then dumped the rest over his head.

Only slightly refreshed, he looked out at the wide-open country around him. Pursing his lips, he cussed at all the emotions that ran freely through his mind. Why did he get like this? If he didn't let people into his life, things like this wouldn't happen. First his family... he wiped his face again ...and now his fellow peacekeepers. And Tanner... Two nights ago, Larabee had sensed the tracker watching him as he piled belongings into his saddlebags. He'd felt the knowing glare as he added several bottles of whiskey to his horse's load.

Damn! Whiskey!

The gunslinger felt a familiar craving. His blood was running low on alcohol and he needed more. Turning for his shack, he marched off and slammed open the door. Intent on drowning out his memories, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness within. His gaze narrowed ominously as his vision cleared. A low growl escaped his lips as he realized the woman had not left.

Athena could do little more than watch the whirlwind as he threw the bucket and stormed across the room.

With his arm across her chest, Larabee pushed her back hard against the wall and forced his body firmly against hers. He growled at her like a rabid dog. "I... told... you... tah... get... the hell... out 'a... here!"

Suppressing the sudden fear that arose deep within, she looked at him boldly, all the while trying to maintain her usual calm manner. "I cannot leave here without..."

The gunslinger heard the word 'cannot' and reacted. Nobody defies me! Grabbing the woman by the collar, he spun her around, throwing her towards the door.

Athena fought to keep her balance and then turned to face him once more. Rearranging her clothing, she looked him in the eye. On the outside, she appeared calm and collected but inside, she was terrified. Yet, ...she could not give up... "I cannot leave," she said again. Slowly, she closed the door.

Semidarkness enveloped the room...

Hearing him move closer, she took a sudden breath. "I cannot leave..."

The gunslinger was seething below the surface and the anger was quickly becoming too much for him to contain. A rage that centered on her...

All relevant details had become a blur... Chris had twisted all of the facts in his mind... A dozen days had passed since a dark stranger rode into Four Corners. She'd come in disguise, spinning yarns of unbelievable tales and the blond had watched his control slowly slip away. Fighting her, and her hold on his men, the leader had been forced away to find some clear direction in which to move. And then, when his back was turned, she'd brought more 'bad element' to his town. The consequences of which, they were all still reeling from... Larabee had thought over all the details. It was all true... Everything that had happened over the past twelve days was her fault. Everything that he blamed himself for... ultimately, it was all her fault. His rage wouldn't let him get beyond that point.

And now! ...To top it all off, THIS... this woman... was refusing to back down from him... Anybody with good sense knew when to stay away from the gunslinger. But, here she was, in HIS home, refusing to leave...

Nearly two weeks of pent-up frustration and anger drove the blond beyond his normal limits. He balled his fist to strike but... remembering, if only briefly, that she was still a woman, he backhanded her instead.

Athena jerked with the motion of his hand and was forced to step back to keep her balance. After a moment, she turned to face him again. She regained her lost step, looked at him defiantly and straightened her shoulders.

How dare you! Larabee struck her again, this time adding a little more force to his blow.

The woman completely lost her footing this time, ending up on the ground in front of the door. Tasting the blood in her mouth, she tried to regain her feet and licked at the gash that had appeared on her lip.

"Stay down!" he yelled at her. Something inside him almost begged Athena to comply. Why doesn't she understand?

She stumbled but managed to reclaimed her place in front of him. Licking her lip again, she sucked the deepening cut.

Anger pushed Chris harder. He was beyond feeling any pain or remorse... yet; something was nagging at him... He didn't want to hit her again. "Leave me alone," he pleaded.

Her eyes solicited his understanding. "I cannot..."

Larabee was a gunman. Everything he had learned over the years had kept him alive. His ears had learned to detect fear, and for the first time, Chris was hearing it in her voice. Yet, her words were his focus... not her tone. The constant repetition of her insistence told him she was determined to stay and that just made him mad. The blond growled and backhanded her again... and again she fell to the floor. "Stay down, damn you!" he cussed as she tried to stand.

After a second try, Athena managed to regain her feet. She took a deep breath and fought back her fear. Trying desperately to concentrate on her task, she stuttered the words. "I... I cannot leave here... without your assurance that you will return to your rightful place."

He'd let her finish her sentence this time but the words made his blood boil. Larabee snapped. "No!" he yelled before hitting her squarely in the jaw with a clenched first.

The strength of all his anger had been behind the blow and the woman crumpled to the floor unconscious.

In that brief moment in time, Athena had ceased to become a woman. In Larabee's eyes, she was nothing more than an enemy, who needed to be gotten rid of. Breathing heavily, he gazed upon her body like a wild beast moving in for the kill.

Fighting her way back from unconsciousness, Athena slowly became aware of her surroundings... and his presence. She was still on the floor in the same position she had landed in. It was dark outside and he hadn't lit the lantern. She could only see the flickering of the fire as it danced about. She heard the shuffling of his feet and straightened out to gauge his position. Her body ached, her face burned but her injured shoulder hurt more.

Suddenly, there was a foot in the middle of her back pushing her against the cold floor. "You ready tah leave yet?" a menacing voice cut through the air. The heel of his boot pressed her for an answer.

Through all the turmoil that plagued her thoughts, Athena forced her task to the forefront. She replied with the only answer she had. "I cannot." Her voice was shaky but she was determined to stay. "I... cannot" She forced out the words painfully, as he pushed harder.

Athena felt like she was being crushed as he leaned more weight on her back. The fire in her blood instinctively drove her to reach for her colts but her gun belt had been removed while she was unconscious.

As the woman ran different options through her mind, Larabee suddenly removed his foot from her back.

For a brief second, Athena thought she sensed his doubt.

"Stay down," he growled before moving back to the fire.

The woman heard a chair squeak and then a spoon scraping along a plate. She sucked her badly split lip, picturing him eating by the fire... Curling her shoulders to warm herself, she naturally assumed he had no intention sharing any food. Closing her eyes painfully, she tried to get more comfortable on the floor. Five minutes passed before she heard his plate hit the table and then what sounded like guzzling. It wasn't until the bottle smashed into the fireplace that she understood...

He was consuming more whiskey...

Again, Athena tried desperately tried to refocus her thoughts on the mission, rather than the man himself. She knew she needed to cleanse his soul, so that he could resume his fate, but she still hadn't been able to gather any information from his musings. Never before had she tried to guide someone without having a direction to lead them in. And, she had experienced anger before... but not like this. She felt blind and defenseless yet, she was being driven... she could not fail him. If she lost just one... she would lose them all.

Finding no other option available to her, Athena again tried to concentrate on her objective, instead of the man. She sucked back her dread and spoke calmly. "Are you that afraid of me, that you would refuse to listen?" As soon as she'd spoken the words, she realized it was a mistake.

The table no longer separated Athena from the gunslinger as he came crashing towards her. He dragged the woman to her feet. Using hair and clothing for leverage, he slammed her against the door. Growling something about liking her better when she was out cold, he dragged her to the kitchen area, shoved some sort of cloth in her mouth and tied another around her face to stop her from talking. Happy with her situation, he threw her back hard against the wall and sat back in his chair.

Visibly shaken by her treatment, Athena slowly lowered herself to the floor and stared at her captor.

His eyes were unwavering in their attention to the flames. His body unmoving, except for the slow rise and fall of his arm as he drank.

The woman watched ominously as the blond slipped further and further into the bottle he drank from. She had no clue what she was supposed to do next... Blind, defenseless... and stupid!

Hugging the corner for warmth, Athena waited an eternity before Larabee fell asleep. Drained of her determination and aching all over, she gave in to her body's demand to rest. The woman finally succumbed to the darkness. For the first time in her life, she was truly lost and afraid.

The morning sun was high on the horizon when he finally stirred and realized he'd fallen asleep in a chair. Groaning loudly, he tried to stand. His stiff body complained loudly but his head hurt even more. He grunted under his breath then rubbed his eyes and slowly opened them.

What Chris saw in front of him made him sick....

The woman he knew as Athena slept huddled in the corner by his fireplace. Her face told him she'd been beaten and her mouth was tied securely with a rag. Staring at the unbelievable sight, shadows of recollection crept slowly into his consciousness. He scowled... then his eyes widened in disbelief. Like so many horrible stories, he had heard ... Larabee realized that he had created this appalling picture. His heart sank. Oh, god! Damn it! What have I done?

Easing from his chair, the gunslinger moved cautiously towards the woman.

She immediately sat up and gazed at him defiantly.

The trained eyes of the gunslinger saw fear in hers for just a fleeting second before her bravado shone through. Clearly, she was challenging him as he moved towards her. "Easy," Chris said calmly.

She flinched away.

His gut was twisting in knots as he moved a little closer. "I just want to help," he tried to reassure her.

Trying to stand, Athena glared at him angrily. She'd been curled up in the corner for some time and her muscles were sore. Slowly, she was able to push herself up against the wall. She stared, trying to adjust her mouth around the gag.

He could see her fighting the restraint. "Let me take it off," he moved a little closer.

Athena continued to glare at the gunslinger as she tried to reach the knot in the cloth that gagged her. Yet, each attempt to raise her hands over her head was met with pain. Her shoulder protested the movement vigorously. Her head swooned uncontrollably.

Chris could see that she was having problems and offered to help again. "Let me..." he tried to move closer.

The woman backed away from him once more. She was still trying to reach the knot. But again, she was unsuccessful in her attempts. Athena felt as though she might collapse and panic welled from deep within. Desperation forced her hand. She needed help. Gazing at the man, she studied his body language. He seemed different this morning. Almost like a man... instead of the cold, angry drunk that had attacked her last night.

Larabee knew he was being dissected and he welcomed the cold hard stare. Chris felt he deserved nothing more...

For an instant, the woman thought perhaps she could sense emotion... empathy... but then it was gone.

Closing her eyes in frustration, Athena decided she would have to trust him. Glaring into his eyes, she slowly turned her back so that he could reach to the knot.

The gunslinger understood her warning all too clearly, but he did not intend to put her through anything else. He just wanted to see her on her way and get back to his own life. He moved closer, untied the knot and then backed away.

Slowly removing the rags from her mouth, Athena shook her head to clear the cloudy thoughts. Being only partially successful, she turned back to face her assailant.

For the first time, the blond could see clearly, what he had done to the young woman. Her lip was split badly and her face was swollen and bruised. Chris felt physically ill. He was ashamed of himself and he turned from her gaze.

Athena took a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. She didn't feel right yet, that didn't explain why this man was confusing her. His thoughts were a complex jumble of conflicting information. She couldn't clear her mind to understand the change. The creature that had attacked her seemed to be gone. In its place was a man... a gentle... caring man. She had been right before... she could feel his compassion in her mind... She shook her head again. She felt disorientated... dizzy. Taking her eyes off Larabee, she looked around the room. Spotting the water bucket, she licked her lips and took a step towards it. Being gagged all night had left her parched. She needed some water... but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She stumbled against the upturned table.

Suddenly, there were arms helping her. They guided Athena safely to a chair and then poured water for her to drink. The water stung as she drank but it felt so refreshing.

Chris picked up the table and then brought some warm water from the fire. He wet a cloth and tried to give it to the woman but she pulled away when he got close again. He could see that her lip was bleeding and the bruises and abrasions on her face were turning color. He knew she needed to be cleaned up but how were they supposed to accomplish that task when she wouldn't let him near. He tried to offer the cloth again and once more, she pulled away. Forcing a smile, he tried to tell her everything was all right... but he couldn't convince her. The gunslinger stepped back and turned his face. He stood in silence. He had no idea what else to do.

Athena's mind wandered as she watched the man... I don't... understand! Incoherent, almost fleeting images, flashed through her mind. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to regain her bearings.

A soft voice whispered in the darkness. "I'm sorry."

Through her confusion, Athena realized that the words came from the gunslinger's mouth. She opened her eyes and stared... She understood his words but couldn't comprehend why he might speak them. She knew he was voicing his regret... but... How it possible for one man... to have two spirits? All along, she had assumed that Larabee's conscience was dark. He was comfortable that way. That's what had kept him alive. But, ...this darkness consumed the light that was so obviously here right now... a good side and a bad that constantly fought for control. Could it be that simple?

Comprehension, unlike knowledge... is sometimes only gained in the hardest of battles.

Remembering the elder's wise words, Athena was struck by her circumstances... She understood that she could have gained this insight in no other way. The harsh reality waned and a small smile appeared on her lips. She might be able to help this man after all. If his consciousness was truly divided... if she could bring out the light... then she might be able to make him listen. Her eyes softened with compassion and she slowly reached for him.

Her cry of pain ended Larabee's self-loathing. He turned quickly and his eyes came to rest on the shoulder she held. His couldn't help but notice the color of her shirt beneath her vest. Blood! Reaching out, Chris pulled her coat collar back.

Athena followed his hand with her eyes and saw the crimson stain clearly. Sudden panic took over briefly as she tried to remove her coat. She didn't succeed. The movement was too painful.

Larabee could see the pain on her face. He understood her panic and moved closer, helping her remove the coat. Guiding her with his arms, he directed her to the bed.

Somewhere in the urgency of the moment, they had trust. It was clear to them both, that her shoulder wound had been bleeding throughout the night. This much blood loss explained why she felt so light-headed.

"Sit!" he directed her. Moving back to the kitchen, the blond gathered fresh bandages and warm water.

Athena did as he instructed with little hesitation. She was still unsure of him but sensed that his concern was real. Besides, ...she didn't have much choice.

Laying the fresh bandages on the bed, Chris motioned to her clothing, "I need to take a look." He set the water on the side table as she unbuttoned the vest and managed to get it off.

The gunslinger pulled a small blanket up from the bottom of the bed and looked at the girl again. "I need to get the bandages off," he said, handing her the blanket.

Athena knew what he was asking as she watched him turn his back. She hesitated.

A soft voice whispered, "It's okay."

Her head swooned and she took another deep breath, before slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Removing it, she covered herself with the blanket.

Larabee needed to be sure of himself. He, too, took a deep reassuring breath and waited until she had stopped moving around... and then he waited a few seconds more. He couldn't remember ever treating a woman with a pistol wound before. He turned and looked at his patient. The softness of her curves distracted him for just a moment before he began his work. He tossed her soiled shirt aside and slowly removed the bloodied bandages. He cleaned away some dried blood and assessed the wound. Nathan's gonna kill me!

Chris knew that the healer had been forced to go deep for this bullet. Obviously, he'd needed to stitch her injury afterwards. Some of the sutures had torn free during the assault Larabee had inflicted. Damn!

As she watched him tend her wound, Athena sensed true concern. She became aware of his gentler side. She had not seen... nor sensed this part of the man she dubbed 'the dark one.' It was clear that her initial judgment of him had been wrong... yet there was... something else... The only way she would know would be to forgive his actions and move on. She couldn't give up. Taking a deep breath, the woman spoke softly. "Can I speak to you now?" she asked as he worked.

A fleeting twinge of anger reared itself in the blond's head but he beat it back down quickly. It was obvious that she meant to say her piece to him... no matter what the cost. Finishing up washing away the dried blood, Chris took another deep breath and nodded.

She smiled at his acceptance and relaxed a little. "You must not leave your village. You must return. History must know The Seven."

He pressed hard against her shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding. I can't go back!

She flinched from the pain but tried to ignore it. Seeing his eyes avoiding her, Athena tried again. "You must remember your kinship and return to these men,"

For the first time since she'd come to town, Chris looked long and hard into her eyes. It was like looking into a mirror and it made him uncomfortable. He was just as uneasy with the few words she had spoken. He pursed his lips and motioned her to keep pressure on her wound.

Frowning slightly, Athena took the padding from his hands and held it in place.

Getting to his feet, the blond ran his hands through his hair. "You don't understand... I can't." He moved to the kitchen and search for a distraction. He decided to warm some biscuits, remembering that she hadn't eaten anything since she'd been there. Besides keeping the woman's strength up, the task diverted his attentions away from her relentless pursuit.

Athena closed her eyes. She felt his inner struggle, although he appeared calm. She could talk to him rationally if he was thinking... instead of reacting. But, that still didn't mean he would understand her message. The woman fought back the doubt that crept into her mind. The gunslinger did not possess the language skills of her green-eyed gentleman. He didn't share the passions that drove his oldest friend. She needed to find a way to communicate with this man.

Larabee watched her for some time. She swayed a little but looked so peaceful. "Athena," he called softly.

This was the first time he had used her name and she opened her eyes slowly to look at him. A vision flashed through her mind so quickly, she couldn't tell what it was. Blinking in recognition of her surroundings, she tried to focus.

He could see her confusion again. He knew she needed rest and nourishment and he offered her a biscuit. He wanted her to relax... to trust him, yet her eyes told him something was not right. He was ashamed of the way he had treated her. No one deserved to witness this kind of rage. Chris couldn't fathom the extent of his anger. What demon possessed him, that he could do such a thing? He closed his eyes briefly before calling her again. "Athena," he whispered quietly. "I... I know it doesn't help... but I'm sorry... so sorry." Laying the other biscuits in her hand, he walked silently out of the shack.

Watching the door close, she licked her swollen lips. "I do not need your regret..." she whispered. "I am not the one who is in need of help." Athena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "But... thank you..."

Chris walked around for an hour before sitting on his porch for another. He was angry... so very angry with himself... How could I have done this?

Yet, no matter how much he chastised and cussed... it didn't help. He still had to go inside and face Athena. Forcing his eyes shut tight, Larabee breathed deeply and made a silent covenant. He was going to listen to her... no matter what she said. Satisfied with his decision, the gunslinger picked up the saddlebags he'd found in the corral and got to his feet. He edged the door open and stepped inside.

The sight before him stopped Chris in his tracks. Setting the bags down quietly by the door, he looked solemnly at the scene. Athena lay face down across the bed, apparently asleep. The gunslinger's eyes slowly traced her long braid down her back. Her bare skin revealed, so completely, the curves that only women possess.

Larabee couldn't help but smile at her peacefulness

Suddenly aware of his thoughts, the blond retrieved a blanket from a chair and moved closer to cover her. As he did, he noticed the bandage he had left her, wasn't pressing tightly against her shoulder. The wound was still bleeding and that worried him. Chris sat down gently and took hold of the compress. He glanced briefly at the image of the red wolf on the woman's back. He prayed the creature would give her strength. Reaching out to touch her shoulder, Larabee adjusted the cloth and soaked up the blood.

Athena was startled by a touch but her head would not clear enough for her to understand what was happening.

Recognizing her confusion, he whispered, "Everything's going to be all right."

Sensing no imminent danger, she relaxed and set her head back to the bed.

Chris took a small amount of satisfaction from her trust and reached under her shoulder to press the bandage hard over her wound. With her shoulder sandwiched between his strong arms, he laid down beside her. He couldn't tell if she'd lost consciousness or simply went back to sleep but the gunslinger took comfort in her relaxation. He closed his eyes and drifted away.

Larabee was resting in his own bed with a soft, beautiful woman lying on his chest. As he lay there with his eyes closed, he played with her hair... Wait! ... What! ... It's too long! Sarah's hair isn't this long. He shook his head. Not Sarah... My beautiful wife is dead ... Mary ... it must be ... Wait! ... We've never ... and Mary doesn't wear her hair braided.

He knew he was in his home, in his bed and he remembered the woman was not Sarah or even Mary. The gunslinger's eyes opened quickly and he looked at the warm body beside him. His gaze never left Athena as she lay quietly sleeping.

The images of her battered face flashed in his heart and again as he thought about the terrible things, he had done to her last night. Chris carefully sat up. He hadn't treated her like a woman. He traced the curves of her bare back with his eyes. She's definitely a woman... Again, the gunslinger's eyes came to rest on the tattoo. Its detail was as stunning as the red wolf itself. He knew that the animal was a rare find these days. They picked the right creature to mark her with.

Cautiously, the blond got off the bed and busied himself preparing a meal. The woman needed to get her strength back. He owed her that much, at least. And besides... the quicker she got better, the quicker she could get out of his hair.

As she listened to him fixing the meal, a single tear rolled down Athena's cheek. With his dark side obscured by the light, his touch had finally shown her some of what was hidden so well within his heart. She was slowly beginning to understand why this man was, the way he was. Every time he had allowed someone close to him, something would happen. He had been driven to the breaking point and survived only because he had mastered the ability to block out the world. The woman's comprehension of how to help Chris was slowly becoming clearer. With a gentle smile on her lips, she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

He sat on the bed and gently nudged her back. "Athena," he called, urging her to consciousness.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and blinked to clear the haze of an incomplete sleep. Instantly, she pulled away from the man towering above her, pulling the blanket to shield herself as she moved.

"It's all right..." he moved away quickly. "It's alright." He hadn't been prepared for her impulsive reaction and he hope it wouldn't take long for her to remember that they had made peace... at least he hoped they had...

Athena's mind cleared and she remembered the change she had witnessed. Bowing her head regretfully, she glanced back and offered him a small, reassuring smile.

Larabee nodded, still unsure. He bit his lip, forcing his regret away, and returned her gesture. "Here," he stepped closer and handed her one of his shirts. "I figured if you buttoned it around your... self," he glanced away. "Then I could still get to your shoulder." Refocusing on the woman, he continued. "Least that way you'd have your hands free to eat a little supper." He indicated the food he'd set out and then headed back over to the table to give the lady a little privacy.

Athena looked at the shirt he had given her and then at her shoulder. It was still weeping. What he was suggesting made sense and she was definitely hungry. She turned her back, lowered the blankets and replaced them with the man's shirt. Satisfied that the garment would remain in place, she buttoned it around herself and then shifted to the edge of the bed.

Chris saw her movement and relocated to assist her in standing. Thinking that she might still be a little lightheaded, he held out his arm to offer assistance and smiled.

Athena considered the gesture and then looked up at the handsome man. She couldn't help but noticed how his eyes sparkled when happiness shone from his lips. He should do it more often. Slowly, she took his arm.

Together they moved to the table to enjoy the meal Larabee had prepared.

The gunslinger watched the woman curiously as they shared the meal.

She ate cautiously but seemed to enjoy it. They did not talk. She barely even looked in his direction.

After supper, he moved a chair in front of the fire for her before offering her his arm for guidance.

Athena refused his gesture. She stood solidly on two feet and walked past him confidently. She looked thoughtfully at the chair, smiled mischievously and then pushed it aside. Carefully settling herself on the mat, she crossed her legs and settled.

The blond watched her as he cleared and cleaned dishes. She sat rigid in front of the fire. Her eyes were closed and a gentle smile graced her lips. Glancing at her from time to time, Larabee couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind.

When he was done with his chores, Chris moved to his chair in front of the fire.

The woman opened her eyes as he sat behind her, yet she did not move. Her stare wandered as she tried to reassure herself that this man was trustworthy. His gentleness today was a good first step, but right now, she needed something to distract her... Noticing his comb on the bookshelf, she leaned over and retrieved it before starting to unbraid her hair.

The gunslinger couldn't help but notice what she was doing. He looked at his dog-eared comb suspiciously and decided it would do her no good. Assuming she owned something more suitable, he got up and collected her saddlebags from beside the door. Laying them beside her, Larabee sat back down and tried hard to concentrate on the flames, as they dance about.

Smiling at the sudden arrival of her saddlebags, Athena finished unbraiding her hair before reaching inside her bags to retrieve her brush. Starting at the ends, she made slow even strokes, as she brushed out her long strands.

Watching the fire wasn't working. Chris couldn't help but be distracted by the woman. He followed her movements for quite some time before it became evident that the repetitive, ever increasing motions were becoming too much for her shoulder.

Athena, too, knew that the brushing was developing into a chore. She tried to swap the brush to the other hand and dropped it. Reaching to retrieve it, she froze when the gunslinger laid his open hand out above her shoulder. Her surprise grew when she realized his intent. He's offering to help?

Chris didn't know why he was volunteering his assistance. Her peaceful, gentle manner was growing on him and again, he felt ashamed.

Maybe he wanted the woman to know that he could be trusted...

Maybe he wanted to make up for the suffering he had put her through... if that's possible!

Maybe he just wanted to...

Whatever the reason, Larabee did acknowledge that he was beginning to feel comfortable in her presence. He desperately wanted her to feel the same way. Perhaps she might forgive... his unforgivable actions.

Athena's eyes closed briefly as his reflections came to her. A gentle smile found her lips as she handed him the brush. Forgiveness was but a fleeting thought in her consciousness. She had a task to accomplish and her mind was busy formulating a plan.

As carefully and softly as he was able, Chris stroked through her hair. He worked the brush slowly over the long strands as though caressing them with his own, tender fingers.

Athena relaxed into his touch. His actions showed nothing but kindness and she couldn't help but wonder how he'd lost his way...

Minutes stretched by and his delicate touch remained steadfast. The gunslinger truly enjoyed this unfamiliar activity. And, as he finished and set the brush aside, his hands touched her hair to rearrange it over her back. He couldn't help but pause... Chris felt an odd satisfaction from the help he had given with this simple gesture.

Athena sensed the relaxation in his heart. She was mystified... and so very curious.

Larabee let go of her hair but somehow the couple maintained a strange connection. Allowing him to help had been good for them both. The two detached people sat quietly by the fire. They enjoyed their mutual companionship and both understood that they would be strangers no more.

The morning sun shone brightly through the little window as she awoke in his bed. She was stiff and sore all over but her shoulder hurt the most. Athena wiggled her jaw, opening and closing her mouth as she sat up slowly. She rubbed the swelling in her chin and cheek before peering around the room. She spied the gunslinger asleep in his chair.

Larabee stirred and groaned.

He looked uncomfortable and Athena felt guilty.

He'd insisted she sleep in his bed. Said her body needed the rest more than his did.

Being tired and achy, ...she hadn't argued.

Sliding off the bed, she walked to the door.

Larabee awoke with a start as his instincts kicked in. Reaching for his gun, he glanced at the portal, only to relax as he recognized Athena. His taut reflexes slackened and he offered her a gentle, reassuring smile.

Strangely unconcerned by his quick reaction, Athena returned his gesture as she moved out the door. He should definitely do that more often.

Chris sat up and felt the aches and pains of his body. Two nights in this damn chair... He cussed under his breath. Getting to his feet, he made his way to the fire, threw some biscuits in a pan to warm and started the coffee.

When Athena returned they ate and the blond tended and cleaned her shoulder. He couldn't help but smile at her progress. The fresh air seemed to be helping the healing, just as Nathan had taught him. Finishing up, he offered her another biscuit.

She declined, sipping quietly on the fresh water he had brought from the stream.

Larabee settled in at the table to eat.

Drawing a strange comfort in his easy manner, the woman's thoughts wandered. "The man you are now is not the same as before," she spoke quietly.

He sipped at his coffee and considered her words. "I'm best on my own," his reply was subdued. "I've been through too much in my life. Being here... alone," he lowered his head. "I can be myself..." Eyeing the woman again, he suddenly felt her intrusion. "Doesn't make it any easier... especially when someone comes round wanting to interfere."

Although she recognized that his remark was directed at her, Athena did not let it phase her resolve. "I have said, many times, that I am only here to help." She met his stare head on.

Chris tried to control the tone of his voice but he had to voice his reasons. "I've done just fine without any help. I don't see why I need it now."

She spoke calmly, trying not to escalate their debate. "You have decided not to return to your village... I cannot let you leave... You must return."

"Why! ...Why is it any of your business? Why do you care?" he rose to his feet, hoping the movement would quell his mounting anger. His tone was harsh, "Why is it so damn important that I go back?"

She tried to ignore the warning signs he was giving off. "Why do you wish not to?" she asked quietly.

Larabee stopped and looked at the girl. "You were there... Hell, you took a bullet because I wasn't. Buck... JD... and that damn fool Ezra."

She looked deeply into his eyes. "So your heart tells you that events would have been different, had you been in your rightful place?"

Chris considered her words before answering. It wasn't exactly how he would have put it but it was close. He merely nodded a reply.

Confident of her tactics, Athena looked Larabee in the eye and smiled. "And what will happen to your friends, now that you plan a departure?"

Ambushed!

The gunslinger looked away harshly. She'd tricked him with her poetic words. What will happen? ...What will happen to them? Larabee hadn't thought about it much... Yet, as he did, he cussed under his breath. Damn! He hadn't thought about it at all! He was still doing it... thinking about himself and no one else. Two years with these men and he hadn't thought about the consequences of his actions on them. Turning quickly, Chris looked at the woman defiantly. God, I hate her logic... Why is she here?

They stared at one another for several long seconds before a small smile grew on the blond's lips. She only here to help... he remembered her words.

Realizing he'd understood her point, Athena allowed herself to return his offered smile. Getting up from her chair, she moved to open the door. "My thoughts are better in the open," she said quietly. Beckoning him to follow, she went outside.

The gunslinger raised an eyebrow and shook his head. I don't believe this woman. If her thoughts get much better, I'm in real trouble. Grabbing a second chair, he followed and sat down beside her. He had promised himself that he would listen... and he was determined to keep this promise.

They sat on his porch all day.

There were long periods of silence between the quiet chatter. Both of them seemed to understand the need to think over one's thoughts.

Initially their conversation had been about his friendship with the other peacekeepers and how it had grown over the months that they had been together. The gunslinger had slowly accepted the presence of the six other men, although they all needed their own space, from time to time. The important thing was that they worked well as a team when things got dicey. That's what they were paid to do and they did it well. All their differences weren't important when it really counted.

Athena had again pressed him for an answer as to why he thought he was leaving. His response had been 'they don't want me around' and she had only smiled. It pissed him off that she assumed she knew them better than he did. 'They're my friends, not yours.' Looking into his green eyes, she had only grinned. 'Yes, ...they are.'

He really hated it when she twisted his words but he couldn't help but accept her reply gracefully. Everything made sense when she explained his world...

They talked more about The Seven throughout the morning and into afternoon. Then she had grown quiet and closed her eyes. For a long time she just sat and listened to the wind... almost as though she was waiting for a sign.

Larabee didn't disturb her.

A lingering shadow in the blond's mind posed a question that Athena needed answering. She hoped he would be strong enough to respond. "Can you tell me about Sarah... and your child?"

Chris wasn't prepared for her question but his anguished expression did not deter her need for an answer. This man had lost himself when he had lost his family... of this fact she was sure. Giving him time to calm his defenses, Athena waited patiently for his response.

An hour passed before the gunslinger sat back down. He looked long and hard at the woman beside him. She knew his wife's name. What else does she know? Chris recognized that he carried a terrible scar on his heart. He guessed it might be obvious to someone as incredibly sensitive as Athena appeared to be. He didn't really believe that she could read his mind but whatever her reasons were, the woman was asking... and she expected an answer.

He didn't exactly know why, but for the first time, Larabee truly accepted and trusted her presence. Taking a deep, calming breath, he began to relate his life story to the stranger beside him.

They talked past sundown and then moved back inside his home.

Chris heated up some stew and cut bread for their meal as Athena continued to talk. She seemed to understand so much and her peacefulness gave him a different prospective on the world around him.

Laying out plates and spoons, Chris served the supper. Returning with the bread, he sat down and watched as she poured some water and joined him.

They ate quietly, but thoughts raced incessantly through Athena's mind. Finally, she could hold her questions, no longer. "The dark side of your soul hides the man inside."

Larabee glanced at her and frowned. "I suppose you're right... but it keeps me alive."

Setting her spoon beside the plate, she looked at him oddly. "And... it keeps you from living."

Her remark stopped Chris in his tracks. He stared at her questioningly. All manner of emotions flowed through his heart. How can she know...?

Understanding that she'd hit a nerve, Athena took a deep breath and hid her eyes from his glare. Slowly, she finished her meal.

Watching her apprehensively, Larabee, too, returned to his meal.

No more words were spoken as they cleaned up and moved to the fire.

Athena chose to sit on the floor again and Chris watched as she assumed the same contemplative position that she had taken the night before.

Watching her relaxation somehow seemed to calm him as well. Some time passed before he finally broke the silence. "Do you want me to brush out your hair again?" His reasons for asking were selfish, as well as practical. He knew her shoulder could use the time to heal. But, as he thought about the torn stitches, her other injuries flashed in his mind. The swelling on her face would take many days to go down. The bruises would remain for a quite some time as well, of that he was sure. Chris was certain that her split lip would take the longest to heal.

Guilt plagued the gunslinger again. Offering to help was but a small token...

"I can manage."

"Please, let me..."

Athena could sense his self-loathing, yet there was something else, too. A deep desire to make amends, perhaps? She turned and smiled softly at him over her shoulder before handing him the brush.

Half an hour passed as Larabee worked the brush through the strands methodically. Finishing his task, he set the brush on the table he lowered his head. All this time he'd been thinking over her words from dinner. It keeps you from living... Chris sucked in his breath. "It's been too long..." he said woefully. "I can't change the way I am. I like to be alone. I've got used to it... I think better when I'm alone."

The woman nodded in understanding, yet looked at him doubtfully. She had sensed his conflict as he brushed her hair but she only understood part of what he meant. She'd seen him in town. He was relaxed... almost at home there, sometimes. Yes, there was a part of him that didn't want to be there on occasions, but he did his best to keep it at bay. "You must not change the essence of who you are," she whispered in the darkness. "All that you say and do... all of your actions... these are the things that make you the man you are. You must accept these things as strengths, not faults." Athena turned to face him and looked up into his green pools. "My soul is free when I am alone, yet yours feels the pain of your losses... Only your whiskey helps to lessen the ache in your heart."

Chris tensed at her declaration, yet he did not move.

His reaction had quick and decisive. The woman turned from his gaze. Thinking better of her direct approach, Athena decided her questions should stop for a while.

Silence ensued and neither party objected to the serene atmosphere that settled upon them. They sat quietly watching the fire for more than an hour but Larabee couldn't help but watch the woman as well. She twisted all his words and that irritated him to no end. Yet, there was truth in her and he was beginning to realize it. It had been so long since a woman... since anyone... had made him feel like this... "Well..." he spoke sleepily. "Suppose it's about time we turned in," he shuffled in the chair. "You'd best get yourself to bed now... if we're going to do some more talking tomorrow."

Athena took a deep breath and lowered her head. She'd thought about her next words carefully but there was not easy way to say them. She couldn't let him spend another night in his chair, yet she was hesitant to offer the space beside her on the bed. She knew he would let her sleep on the floor, yet she didn't want him to think she was offering more than a place next to her. Getting to her feet, she continued to stare at the flames. Shed dared not look into his eyes. "You must not sleep in this chair again tonight," she said softly.

He hesitated for just a moment, unsure of what she was saying. "Oh, I'll be alright, you go on now," he motioned towards the bed.

Athena took a deep breath and turned to face him. Reaching for his arm, she looked at him hesitantly. "I offer nothing more than the space beside me... It is your bed... But, if you will not use it, then nor shall I."

The silence was deafening...

Slowly, Athena walked towards the exit.

Larabee considered his options as he watched the door close. He really wasn't looking forward to another night in this damn chair but he couldn't swear he could trust himself lying next to this woman. He'd spent the last two days getting used to her and several times; he'd caught himself watching her. The way she tilted of her head as she swung her hair around, or the way she caressed her bare shoulders when she was deep in thought. Her peaceful, gentle manner was so distracting... and alluring...

Athena returned a few minutes later. As the door closed, she looked at him, awaiting his decision.

Chris took a deep thoughtful breath before conceding the point. He glanced at the floor before getting to his feet. Pursing his lips, he cautiously moved towards the bed. Pulling back the covers, he sat and took off his boots and gun belt.

Athena swallowed hard before making her way to the bed. Intent on securing control, she sat on the mattress and slid her bare feet underneath the blanket. Making herself as comfortable as possible, she purposely turned her back to the man. She did not want to look at him.

Chris watched the woman settle before he, too, tried to get comfortable in the bed. Although he'd spent more than a few nights with Maria in Purgatory, this was the first time, in three long years that he'd had a woman in his own bed. Gazing at the bare shoulders and long blond hair, the gunslinger felt a familiar urge. He started to reach out for her before stopping himself abruptly. Athena had made it clear that she offered nothing more than the bed. Closing his eyes tightly, Larabee tried to go to sleep.

Athena stirred. The haziness of sleep gradually gave way to awareness and she could see two beautiful green pools shining through the darkness... yet there was still a shadow of sorrow behind them. The woman opened her eyes slowly to look at the man who had been watching her sleep. His eyes sparkled as she returned his gaze. He was handsome, this dark stranger...No! I must not call him dark, anymore.

Athena knew better now... This man had been a victim of circumstances beyond his control. He carried guilt few men knew. It left him with a deep wound in his soul and created a dark spirit for all to perceive. Larabee had become an enigma. If he could not overcome an obstacle with his dark presence, or his gun, he simply retreated and moved on.

Then he became the leader to this group of men. Some strange fate had brought them together and eventually the blond took comfort in the circumstances that had befallen them. Yet, now he was running away again; his trust and confidence shattered once more. Somehow, Athena needed make him accept and understand. No man can control everything that goes on around him, every single moment of every single day. The blame and self-loathing needed to end.

Seeing only his despair, Athena reached out and gently caressed the soft stubble on his chin. She hadn't seen him shave since she'd arrived. But, the growing beard was nice. She liked it.

Chris watched her eyes study him and he smiled gently as she touched his face. Responding naturally, he reached out to stroke her arm.

Athena's gaze followed his hand as it traced a path to her shoulder, and then moved on to her lips. Suddenly aware of their situation, the woman bowed her head, pulling her bruises away from his gently touch. There was a time and place for such caresses but now was not it. She felt a familiar longing but Larabee had truly hurt her. Athena always believed there was a purpose for everything that happened... but she still couldn't fully understand where she stood with this man. Something deep inside told her that Chris was just as lost as she was. Yet, for all that had passed between them, the woman could not detach herself from him... she had a job to do. And, she was determined to complete her task. Pulling away from his touch was her only way to tell him to go no further.

The gunslinger understood her message too clearly. He distanced himself and sat up in the bed.

Athena closed her eyes and turned her face to the pillow. She did not want him to see the confusion or desire in her heart. She had a responsibility to these men. She needed to see to Chris and move on. Looking in the opposite direction, she searched for something to break the impasse. Noting the shadows, she spoke softly. "The sun has risen to its task... and so must we." Sliding out of bed, she straightened her clothing. She didn't look at him as she carefully stretched and left him alone in the room.

Chris forced his eyes shut and pursed his lips. He was disappointed in his actions. Mad at himself for assuming... How could she possibly trust me after what I did? He knew the woman was here to work... and nothing more. He was slowly beginning to accept her wisdom. Their conversations had made him realize a few important facts. Athena had a gentle way about her when she was 'on task'. She made everything seem so easy... Wiping the tangled thought from his head, the blond got out of bed and fixed the blankets.

They had some biscuits and coffee to start their day off again. No words were spoken even after they moved outside. Larabee walked out his taut muscles as he finished his brew. He thought over her words from last night. 'You must not change the essence of who you are. All that you say and do... all of your actions... these are the things that make you the man you are. You must accept these things as strengths, not faults.' Perhaps she wasn't here to try and change him. Maybe she just wanted him to accept himself the way he was and not lay blame for being...

"Your patience for others, has limits," she spoke as he sat down beside her. "You should not attempt to alter this... but merely extend those boundaries."

Setting his cup down, he looked at her curiously.

The woman smiled. "You have become accustomed to the ways in which you now live your life," she tried to clarify. "When the presence of others becomes too much, you step back. You must not see this as a failure. It is simply a trait of the man you have become." Athena had spoken these same words to this man's oldest friend several days ago. The cowboy had understood he could not change this man too much. "Your heart tells you when to go and when to stay... And, you are compelled to listen. You cannot fight it. No one could have stopped you from leaving your town when you did... No one could have stopped you from leaving your family when you did."

Chris looked at her harshly but his expression slowly dissipated.

Athena's face was full of reassurance as she continued quietly. "Fate has no room for condemnation and despair. You need to rid yourself of these feelings and move on."

Chris took a deep breath. "It's not that easy."

"Nothing worthy... ever is... The answer lies in acceptance." Turning her body in the chair, the woman looked at him and smiled gently. "Acceptance is the gift of absolution. You need not change who you are... or forget what has gone before... You need simply, to forgive... Accept yourself for being who you are and you will be free from your demons."

Her words were but a whisper yet, Chris understood all too clearly, there meaning. He watched as she lowered her head and he couldn't help but wonder, how one gentle creature, could understand so much.

After several long minutes Athena got to her feet and wandered over to the corral.

Larabee took a deep breath and closed his eyes. For a long while he simply sat and thought over her words... Again, he'd heard her say that he didn't have to change his ways. It sounded as though she was merely suggesting that he forgive himself for all that he could not change. His torment was his own and perhaps the demons that she spoke of were his mind's creation.

An hour passed and he found himself just watching her. He truly wondered who, or what, had sent her to him... to them all. None of The Seven were easy people to know. But, then again... neither was she. Yet, over the last few days, Larabee had learned to accept her. She mystified him... but... Gazing at the corral, Chris had to smile. Even his strong willed horse seemed to have taken a liking to her and that was highly unusual for his spirited beast. Acknowledging the peace in his heart, the gunslinger got up and moved to the corral.

Athena stood by his horse and patted it gently.

"He doesn't make friends easily," Chris huffed.

The woman lay her head on the animal's temple. "Then he is like his master." She glanced at Larabee before focusing on the ground. Something else had been nagging Athena and she just had to ask. "There is another who appeals for your companionship?" Leaving the comfort of his mount, she moved to the other side of the enclosure.

Chris stroked his horse for a few minutes before following. He knew exactly who she was speaking of but was unclear how to talk about Mary to the woman. "Yes..." he said as he leaned against the fence. "Don't reckon I quite know..."

Athena turned quickly and looked deep into his green pools. She held his gaze for an eternity before closing her eyes. She stood and listened to the wind.

The gunslinger just watched, afraid to disturb her concentration.

Finally, she came back to him. She opened her hazel eyes and smiled softly. "She too must accept what is in your heart. But, ...you must make your peace before..." Athena turned away. "I see contentment if you can find your true self."

The blond looked puzzled. "What does that mean?" he questioned.

Athena turned back to him, laid her hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. A gentle smile crept across her face. "Be true to your heart..."

Chris felt she had more to say but her confusion was evident. He frowned.

Athena had meant to add his name at the end of her sentence but she felt the one she knew was not right. Removing her hand from his chest, she narrowed her gaze. "Your name is Christopher?"

He looked at her and frowned. He couldn't believe her question. She'd been in town with them for eleven days and out here alone with him for four more. She hadn't addressed him by his name in all that time. "Yeah... Chris... Chris Larabee," he replied. "Don't suppose no-one's called me Christopher since I was little."

She looked him straight in the eye and again covered his chest with her hand. "Perhaps, this was the last time your soul spoke to you clearly." She smiled for him. "Be true to your heart, once again Christopher Larabee. Your heart and your spirit are strong. They will never lead you astray."

She started to move her hand but he held it in place and looked deep into her eyes. "Who are you?" he whispered.

All expression disappeared from her face as she returned his stare. "I am the spirit of the red wolf. I am the one who has guided you on your journey... I am The South Wind." Her hazel eyes sparkled as she removed her hand and slowly walked away.

Chris forced the air back into his lungs as he watched Athena exit the corral and walk into the meadow. He stood silently, leaning against the fence and closed his eyes.

A gentle breeze blew through two peaceful minds.

Evening came and they had dined on the porch this time. Their conversation was lighter than it had been all day. Athena wasn't entirely sure, but somehow she felt no further need for discussion. This man would run, no more. And, she sensed, too, contentment with his decision.

Chris felt as though a great weight had been lifted. Somehow, he had understood her message. Her gentle manner had soothed his soul. He felt strangely sad when she told him she would be leaving tomorrow.

Shaking the lingering thoughts from his mind, Larabee dropped a towel on the back on the chair. He gathered his things and headed outside. "The water's ready," he smiled.

Leaning against the support beam, Athena turned to face him. "Thank you," she replied, moving to the doorway. She stopped, looking inquisitively at the soap, towel and shaving blade in his hands.

The gunslinger took notice of her curiosity and grinned. "I'm headed down to the creek to do a little washing myself. I left your gun belt at the end of the bed. Latch the door. I'll be back in a bit." He smiled at her again and turned to leave but a hand on his arm stopped his departure. He looked back at her questioningly.

Raising her hand to the stubble on his face, Athena caressed it gently. She lowered her eyes and carefully reached out, taking shaving blade from his hand. Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him coyly.

Chris frowned. A few seconds passed before he smirked suspiciously, turned and headed for the creek.

The woman watched him go. His image held her gaze, far too long, before she retreating inside. She just couldn't help it. She knew the depths of his heart and she understood their similarities too clearly. She closed her eyes, intent on driving away her thoughts. Closing the door, she latched it, as he had advised. Looking around, she was amazed at the site. Everything was laid out for her. Towels, soap, wash basins and warm water. She smiled again. He might actually pass for a gentleman!

Closing the shutters, she set about her bathing. She was expecting the East Wind to guide her to the fourth man tomorrow and she wanted to clean up before she began the journey. She had no idea how long it would take her to find the final wayward spirit she needed to heal.

He heard her unlatch the door but waited a little longer before he went inside.

Athena was on the floor by the fire drying her hair. She glanced at him as he entered, then swapped her towel for her brush and started to stroke through her locks.

He noticed her clothing immediately and Larabee couldn't help but be pleased. Having rinsed her regular clothes, she had them drying on the backs of chairs. Athena was now wearing a colorful Indian skirt and had a pretty cloth tied around her chest. Her shoulders were still bare, as Chris had requested. He had offered to bandage and wrap her wound in preparation for the journey that lay ahead. It was healing well but he thought it would travel better if it were prepared.

Swapping his towel for bandages, he sat behind her on his chair. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, holding up the clean strips of cloth.

The woman turned to look at him. She smiled softly. "A few more minutes."

The gunslinger took in her face silhouetted against the firelight. Her true beauty shone through the bruises he had inflicted on her. The swelling of her cheeks and lip had gone down but the split was still evident. Times like these he could see all too clearly, what he had done to her that first day. Other times he was able to look beyond the surface to see the beauty that this woman held within her soul.

Athena set her hand on his knee.

One look into her eyes told Chris that she had been listening to his thoughts. Her quiet piercing concentration also let him know that there was no blame...

They stared at one another for some time, before she pulled her hair back to reveal her injured shoulder.

Chris examined it again and smiled. The weeping had stopped two days ago and now the scab on it was solid. "Well," he said happily, starting to apply the bandages. "You'll have quite the scar when it's healed but at least you're alive."

A satisfied expression graced her lips.

Larabee unrolled the long strips and started by applying some of Nathan's ointment. He gently rubbed it into her shoulder before covering it with padded cloth. Next, he applied the strips. Tugging as he wrapped, Chris made sure the bandages were secure.

His actions were uncomfortable but Athena did not let him sense her burden. He was helping her and that's all she wanted him to know.

Using the smaller strips last, the blond tore the material and tied it off when he was finished wrapping. "You'll need to give it some air in a couple of days..."

Athena felt him pull away.

Larabee closed his eyes, lowering his head when he realized what he was saying. She was leaving to go after Tanner and the tracker had almost a week's head start on her. Her journey would surely be more than a couple of days.

The woman gazed at the fire and left him to his thoughts.

A deep sigh echoed off the walls of the cabin. "Are you gonna be able to find him?" he asked solemnly.

It was Athena's turn to bow her head. She honestly didn't know how to answer his question. The East Wind still had not appeared to reassure her. The only hope seemed to be that the young man had listened when she asked him not to go far.

Glancing back at the gunslinger, she forced a smile. "I must find him... for all of you... History must know The Seven."

Chris looked at her curiously. She had said this before but... "You say that like it means something... 'The Seven'."

Athena turned and rose to her knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned from his washing and she could feel his heart beating in her mind as she watched his chest rise and fall. She looked at him long and hard before shutting out his image. Slowly resting her hand on his chest, she waited a minute before she spoke. Her words were filled with emotion. "I believe your heart understands, Christopher. It does... mean something. History must know The Seven. And, seven men must see destiny as one." Opening her eyes, she looked at his handsome face again.

Larabee returned her gaze. Her words were drenched with passion and he felt his heart race as he reached out and caressed her cheek. Ever so slowly, he leaned over and kissed her.

Athena could not resist him.

Pulling back to look at the woman, the blond gazed into her beautiful hazel eyes. Seeing no objection to his actions, he kissed her again.

The woman reached her hands around his body and pulled him closer. They shared another passionate embrace before stopping. They searched each other's consciousness for a clear path to follow.

A question arose in Athena's mind, yet her small suspicions dissolved as he kissed her yet again. She responded in kind and pushed the shirt from his shoulders. Caressing his muscular form, she pulled the clothing from his arms.

For Larabee, there were no more doubts... there were no more questions.

Or so the woman thought...

A shadow in the blond's mind hadn't seemed unimportant, at first. Their embraces grew increasingly torrid. She could sense his need. Yet, she did not fully comprehend his illusion until he gave up their kiss and buried his head against her shoulder.

The gunslinger took a deep, purposeful breath...

Hesitation? ... But, why?

Cradling the gunslinger in her warmth, she held him as he sank to the floor beside her. With her arms wrapped tightly around his head, she stared blankly across the room and tried to understand. Long moments passed before her eyes widened slowly. Realization and acceptance greeted each other all at once. She took a long breath and kissed his temple softly. The blond's desire was simply that... a physical need. He would allow himself nothing more. He couldn't...

Yet, Larabee denied himself the request. He could never ask 'this' of Athena... he had already taken too much from her... Pulling away, Chris got to his feet. "I'm sorry," he whispered, before seeking out his shirt.

She'd had been to this place before... Athena wondered if there was a woman alive who had not chosen to give herself freely to a man, without the promise of fulfillment. She knew it was never a decision to be made lightly...

The blond refused to look at her.

Athena watched an internal struggle take place as Larabee walked across the room. His head bowed and he took another loud breath before opening the door.

"Do not go, Christopher."

The gunslinger stopped and glanced back. He watched as she came to him but looked away when her hands touched his shoulder. "You don't understand..." he lowered his head again.

Athena ran her hands down to the small of his back and gently caressed his tense muscles. Easing the shirt from his clenched fist, she smiled. "I understand, Christopher..." she nodded. "I understand."

Embroiled in his own turmoil, the blond turned to look into her eyes. His confusion was evident. "Why would you..."

She raised her hand to his lips and stopped the words. Perhaps she was the only person who could truly know his anguish. How many times had he tried to move beyond this loss that affected him beyond all comprehension... Perhaps, Athena understood his disconnected feeling... too well...

Larabee's fingers melded with hers as he retrieved her hand from his face. Fingers intertwined as they searched each other's eyes once more.

A long minute passed as Chris silently questioned her intent. Why?

Athena's equally silent reply remained unwavering. Don't ask...

Closing his eyes, the gunslinger started to turn away but her strong arms pulled him back.

His reaction was swift and sure... Turning quickly, he kissed her wantonly.

The woman responded in kind. Her hands embraced his back and pulled him ever closer. His shirt fell silently to the floor.

Chris pushed the door closed before responding, running his hands over her bare back. He gently kneaded her skin. Working his lips down to her neck, he covered it with soft pecks while his hands held her head, and caressed it gently.

The woman's eyes widened as his probing lips found the nape of her neck. She tried hard to conceal her delight but her knees weaken as his nibbled.

Larabee felt her squirming and understood that he had discovered a sensitive area. He nipped lightly then took Athena into his strong arms as she withered under his probing. Carrying her to the bed, he pushed back the blankets and set her down gently. He looked at her and caressed her cheek again.

She buried her face in his hand and kissed it lightly.

The gunslinger settled onto the bed and kicked off his boots. Running his other hand under her top, he slowly sought out her breasts and tenderly fondled them as he reached up to kiss the woman again.

Athena's heart beat a little faster as his probing mouth found its way beneath the cloth on her body. His lips and tongue nuzzled her nipples while a probing hand worked its way up her legs. She pulled his mouth to hers as gentle fingers massaged her folds.

The blond smiled and kissed her again and she breathed heavily under his touch. Her wetness filled him with desire and he pushed his fingers further inside while an attentive thumb teased her button. Moving his head back to her soft mounds, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently.

Athena's response was exactly as he had hoped for. Without hesitation, she moved her nimble fingers from his back and began to unbutton his pants. His penis grew under her manipulations and the woman's thoughts focused completely on her task. When his buttons were undone, Athena freed his organ from its confines and pushed his pants down around his knees. She tried to move to his beckoning muscle but Chris had other ideas.

The gunslinger got off the bed and quickly discarded his remaining clothing. He gently pulled Athena to her knees and kissed her as hard as he dare. Climbing back onto the bed he turned her in his arms and nibbled at her neck from behind. His hands probed her wet folds and caressed her supple nipples.

Athena felt his hands pulling her skirt up and she ground her hips backward into his waiting cock. She understood what he wanted and had no reservations about giving it to him.

Slowly his lips left her tender neckline and the blond gently pushed the woman to the bed. His hands cupped her chest as he continued to tickle her nipples. Carefully, Larabee climbed between her legs and pushed his manhood towards her folds.

Athena could feel his engorged penis rubbing her. She felt her own wetness on his scrotum as he moved his body back and forth. She was ready for him, yet he seemed to take some extra time to make sure she was completely relaxed.

Reaching down between her legs, Larabee brushed his thumb against her clit and smiled as she moaned. Taking this as her signal of readiness, he took hold of himself and slowly probed her opening. Finding it easily in her folds, he pushed his organ in gently.

Three firm thrusts and Athena's chin dropped. One more, hard driving motion and the woman flung her head up and looked wantonly at the gunslinger. She pushed up and twisted her body around to kiss him as he caressed her breast once more.

Chris remained impaled as they kiss deeply. And, as much as he enjoyed their position, he craved the depths of her body. He forced his tongue to the back of her throat before pushing her towards the bed. When she was again vertical, he began to stroke purposely. The blond quickly lost himself in the sensations created by their coupling.

Athena could sense his satisfaction and that only served to relax her already pleased body. His tender fingers continued to tease her nipples as her body moved under his control.

Endless, blissful minutes passed as his hands continued to snake their way along her sides. For endless minutes, he would push himself into her while he held her hips in place. And then his body would fold again and his hands would seek out her breast once more.

His actions repeated in several cycles. He kept her body alive with temptation as he slowly worked his own, to the point of no return. Athena took her own pleasure from their coupling, too.

She anticipated his orgasm. It wasn't hard to predict. A thin bead of sweat coated his skin as his pumping became more urgent and his fingers became firm on the tender flesh of her hips. She braced herself against the pillow and rode out his need, all the while being engrossed in the sensations that he brought to her body.

Larabee's body ached. His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a deep moan. Pushing forcefully once... then twice more into her, he flexed his fingers and gently massaged her hips. One final stroke saw him breathe once more.

Athena held her position and waited for him to withdraw.

A long minute passed as neither body moved.

Then Chris took another deep breath and opened his eyes. Seeing the prone figure below him he smiled and slipped away from her body. Lying beside Athena he pulled her towards him and kissed her softly.

She returned his smile as they broke their embrace.

Chris searched the woman's eyes then pecked her lips tenderly again. Sitting up, he grabbed the blankets before reclining once more. He held out his arm so she could nuzzle into his shoulder. He smiled as she complied. The blond kissed her forehead gently then closed his eyes.

The woman lay against his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat return to a normal rhythm. Time lapsed slowly as she lay sheltered in his arms.

Only when she was satisfied that he had succumbed to sleep did Athena move from his embrace. She looked down at Chris and smiled faintly. A sudden wave of sympathy engulfed her consciousness. His last defenses had fallen... and she had seen... How could I have been so blind?

Moving to the other side of the bed she lay her head down and tried to find her own slumber. Yet, she knew there would be little rest. The whispers would surely plague her consciousness tonight.

The woman woke before dawn and lay quietly listening to him breath. Somehow, she couldn't actually be sure she had slept at all. Her head had been filled with Larabee's secrets as she tried to settle. But, being way too much for her to think about, she had chased the troublesome thoughts away quickly.

And then, just as she had predicted, the whispers had kept her mind busy throughout the night. This often happened when the spirits were away. They brought order to the chaos that the whispers created but her spirits weren't always there to protect her. And, this was especially true when she shared herself with the occasional earthy soul.

Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Athena pulled the blankets back and slowly eased herself out of his bed. Crossing to the chairs, she gathered her still damp clothes.

"Where you going?" the blond whispered softly from the darkness. He sat up and felt around for his summer drawers.

The woman didn't turn to face him as she answered. "The West Wind will arrive soon. I must be ready." She bent down to pick up her boots and socks.

The gunslinger finished buttoning the thin clothing, stood up and moved towards her. Slipping his arms around her waist, he kissed her temple. "But your horse isn't here yet, is he?" he cuddled her closer. "What if he doesn't come?"

Staring at the dying embers in the fire, Athena lowered her head. "He will come," she replied quietly.

With her body held tightly in his arms, Chris felt her growing tension. He snuggled his chin to the crock of her neck. "Is there something wrong?" he whispered.

Silence.

Athena continued to stare at the glowing firelight. Truth be told, she wasn't sure that her horse was coming for her. The East Wind had not visited, as he normally did when it was time to move on. Something must have kept them. All the signs were right for her go in search of the remaining man who made this brotherhood complete. They must be coming. "I have done all for you, that I can." She closed her eyes briefly. "It is time for me to leave."

Suddenly aware of her demeanor, the blond released his hold on the woman and turned her around to face him. He wiped the strands of hair from her face and looked at her closely. "But?" he lifted her chin so their eyes met. "... You're not sure... are you? "

Athena watched him peer at her through the darkness and her face lost all emotion. She could not allow him to see her doubt...not now!

Larabee was surprised by her blank stare. He'd seen so many sides of this woman in the short time that he'd known her. He could usually manage to see some, even obscure expression on her face... but now he could see nothing.

Two people stood silently and looked into one another's eyes for the longest time before Athena finally turned from his piercing stare...

The blond's arm suddenly dropped to his side and his lips parted. He caught a glimpse as she turned away from him and suddenly, he felt ashamed. He averted his gaze. He wasn't proud that he could recognize what he saw but it was the same look he had seen, for just a fleeting second, that first morning...

For the second time, Larabee had seen fear in her eyes... yet somehow this was different...

Just as desperately as he has fought his own attitude that day, the gunslinger sought to understand what he had done this time. He licked his lips. What? ... What did I do...? ... Oh, god! "I didn't..." he turned to look at her quickly, "I didn't hurt you..."

"No, Christopher," she spun around immediately, trying to stop his question. There was no reason for him to think he may have done anything wrong.

They looked at each other, searching out the truth.

"You did nothing... that I did not wish." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slowly settled her boots to the floor and in one fluid motion, put her clothing on the table. She swallowed hard. Tears welled in her eyes as they opened to stare at him. "I just...I could not... no one can..." she shook her head and glanced away.

Another long pause.

Larabee took a step closer. He felt his gut tighten as his confusion grew. Gently he put his hands on her shoulders. "What? ... No one can what, Athena."

Slowly looking back at him, she saw the question in his eyes and the woman knew he did not understand. Her expression softened with sadness and she took in a long, purposeful breath. "How long has your wife been gone from you, Christopher...? How long has it been since you were truly able to let anyone close?"

Without thinking, Larabee's grip began to tighten on the woman's shoulders, yet he knew enough to let go. His eyes glazed and he took a step back. How dare she? ...How could she ...Oh, god! How could she know how much he still loved Sarah... so... very... much!

A tear rolled down his cheek. His chest felt so heavy... so heavy that he thought it might burst. All the feelings... all the pain... All too suddenly, Chris felt as though he'd lost his family all over again. His breath was labored, his emotions in turmoil. Yet, somehow in the hopelessness of his despair, the gunslinger recognized his salvation. Through all that he suffered, Larabee held onto a lifeline. He held the woman's eyes with his own. Someone finally understood...

"I am sorry," she said, quickly looking away. She had not intended to verbalize her thoughts but his grief was overwhelming. This man's pain took so many forms and the long hours until dawn had given Athena too much time to piece together the true depth of his anguish.

The dark, cold facade that she had first seen gave people good reason to stay away and that's exactly what the gunslinger craved. He didn't want people to get close to him. He feared attachments and anyone, who knew his story, knew why. A heart wrenching account of frontier life gone so terribly wrong... even Athena had fallen for his deception.

However, there was another reason why Larabee needed to keep people at a distance. An intention so deeply buried in his subconscious that even Chris didn't recognize it. The shadow the woman had seen last night in his mind had been all too brief but it was enough... But, I am... just not that strong... I cannot... "I should not have spoken," she turned away and tried to gather her clothing again. "I have no right..."

His strong arms stopped her hands as they searched for the clothes. He couldn't let her go... Not now!

She gazed at his fingers then slowly traced his lips to his face. "I had no right to ask this. I am sorry. I will leave you now... I must seek out he who sees. It is my purpose."

Fear! There was still fear in her eyes...

It took every once of strength Larabee could muster but he beat down the lump in his throat.

They simply stood and looked at one another, yet a thousand words were spoken in their eyes.

Being able to recognize other people's weaknesses had saved the gunslinger's life more times than he cared to admit. Over the years, he had fine-tuned his senses. He had learned to see and hear things that few people could. And, right now, Chris could hear the deception in her voice. "Your spirits haven't called you... have they?" he challenged. "You're... running away..."

His words surprised her but she was determined to stay focused. "You have promised to return to your village. There is nothing left here, for me to do," she said hurriedly. "I must seek out he who sees. It is my purpose..." she repeated, pulling her hands free. She looked at him defiantly then turned from his searching eyes.

Chris quickly wiped his hand across his damp face. "You're lying..." he accused gruffly.

"I must go," she tried to move past him.

"You're afraid," he raised his voice.

She turned to leave then stared at him coldly as he blocked her path. "I must go..."

Chris heard the quiver in her voice again and he stepped back. What else could he say or do? Why was she afraid?

The woman stared at him.

Folding one arm across his bare chest, he raised his other hand to his lips and stroked them gently as he thought. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. This wasn't the Athena he knew. She'd uncovered a weakness. And, as much as it hurt him, Chris couldn't understand why she was afraid to dig further... get everything out in the open where it couldn't hurt as much. That's what his Athena would do!

There was something going on and the gunslinger felt compelled to find out what it was. "You just spent the last five days digging things out of my head, Athena," he recounted slowly. "You asked me questions that you knew I didn't want to hear... pushed me, till I gave you the answer that you needed."

Continuing to look at the woman, he rubbed his forehead in frustration and threw his arms haphazardly into the air. "You've learned more about me in the past few days than anyone ever has... All my secrets... ALL my secrets," he took a deep breath as he let his arms sink to his sides. "Why are you afraid?" he whispered sorrowfully, as his eyes threatened to water again.

Athena's eyes slowly closed. I cannot... Please, I cannot...

Receiving no clear signal that she'd even heard him, Larabee decided to try another approach. He swallowed hard. "Why don't you ask me how I can live like this...? Why don't you try to make things better for me... show me how to accept." Chris moved closer to the woman and took a deep breath. "Can you tell me how to... let someone close..." his own words drew his breath away. He turned from her watchful eye as his long buried feelings came rushing to the surface one more.

The emotions Athena had read in his face were reflections of her own. She tried to shake off uncontrollable feelings as she headed for the door but nothing seemed to make her struggle any easier. He was right... She was afraid.

Not afraid of telling him another truth he probably didn't want to hear. Not even afraid to help him face down his own denial.

But afraid to...

Taking hold of the doorknob, she searched the texture of the wooden portal, desperately trying to find words to speak. It was no use... she couldn't restrain her own...

Bracing one hand on the doorframe, Athena licked her lips, took a breath and quietly revealed her thoughts to him. "The love that you feel for your wife is deeper than any I have ever known, Christopher. You pledged to her, your soul... and your spirit died when she past from this world... I do not know of any words that can ever free you from the burden of that loss."

Athena's voice broke and Larabee glanced up, only to witness her fight for control. He felt her turmoil as all manner of emotions fought for dominance within his own mind and body. He wasn't prepared for what he heard next.

"Your love is beyond eternal... and not even your pain can quell the everlasting devotion that still burns so brightly within your heart." Tears grew in the woman's eyes and she took another deep breath. "Your longing is unyielding... and unending." Turning the handle, Athena straightened her stance slowly then moved through the threshold. "Oh, how I envy you so..." she whispered as she left

Chris watched her disappear into the pre-dawn shadows, as a tear rolled down his cheek. He realized, all too clearly, what he had just heard. So much truth... so much pain.

But, not all of it was his...

The sun rose slowly behind the corral and her shadow grew longer as the sun crested the trees. Athena remained unmoving as the new day dawned. She sat as she had done for the last hour, knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her temple lay on her knees.

From his position on the porch, Chris couldn't tell if she was staring off into oblivion. He did however suspect that her eyes were closed because she hadn't moved when her horse moved into her line of site.

Larabee had studied the big Grey for quite a while. The creature seemed so majestic as he stood out by the big oak. He neither fed on the grass nor flicked his tail about, as other horses would. Athena's mount simply stood and watched her.

The blond's attention had slowly drifted back to the young woman sitting out by his corral. He couldn't help but think over the last few days. The inexcusable way he had tried to force her away. The injuries he had inflicted and the one he had made worse... her unexplainable forgiveness. The calm, gentle way in which she had receptively described his existence... and finally persuaded him to continue it. And then, last night, when he had fought back his needs, she had given herself freely to him.

Chris glanced down at the dirt before refocusing on the woman. So much of herself she had given to him ...given to them all! And yet, for all the tribulations that they had visited upon her, she was still determined to see their seventh, returned to his place amongst them.

The gunslinger shook his head sorrowfully. As happy as he felt, that she had come into their lives, he was left to wonder... what about her. Her words before dawn still stuck in his mind. 'Oh, how I envy you so!'

Chris thought about when, if ever, did anyone ever do anything for Athena? When would she reap the rewards of the seeds she sowed? When would her loneliness end?

An eagle's call cut through his thoughts and Larabee looked up into the sky. Stepping off the porch he walked several yards away and watched as the majestic bird circled high about him. The blond had no doubt that this was the 'East Wind' that the woman spoke of. He looked over towards to corral to gage her reaction...

But, she was gone.

He hadn't seen Athena walk quietly into his home but he watched curiously as she came out. In her hand, she held a large padded glove, covered in fur. She walked past him in to the open field, putting on the oversized mitt as she went. She continued to walk away from the gunslinger as the bird began to circle her.

Suddenly Athena stopped and extended her arm.

With her back toward him, Chris couldn't see her face but he assumed that her eyes were closed by the way she cocked her head as the creature sailed by. And then, as the wild bird drew closer, the woman lowered her head.

The eagle glided to an abrupt stop on Athena's protected wrist.

Larabee was truly bewildered by the sight. Both creatures were beautiful as they stood in silence, yet there was no doubt that they were communicating in some inexplicable way. Endless long minutes passed before the eagle's call sounded again... and then it took flight.

After watching the eagle go, the woman lowered her arm, dropped her head and fell to her knees.

Chris was by her side instantly. He sat down beside her and took her hand. "Athena," he beckoned anxiously.

She did not move... there was no answer.

"Are you alright?"

Pulling her hand from his, the woman pressed her head tighter to her chest and swung her knees around to assume the position she had held for so long in the corral. Only this time her head was down. She saw nothing but her lap, as her eyes remained open.

Not knowing what else to do, Larabee settled himself into a comfortable position. He and made sure his shoulder was touching hers. They sat motionless for a long time before Chris finally spoke. "Your eagle and horse have come for you, Athena. Are you leaving?"

The woman slowly began to rock back and forth. Another minute ticked by before she answered. "They have given me no direction..." she frowned. "...But I want to go." She took a deep breath and raised her head to look into the blond's eyes. "They only come when I have a purpose to see, Christopher. What does it mean...? Why can I not see a purpose?"

Larabee refused to break eye contact with her as he felt an answer welling in his gut. "Maybe they know you're running away, Athena. Maybe they know you should stay... I want you to stay... please."

"What purpose would that serve," she answered quickly. "He who sees must be guided back to where he belongs."

Not professing to understand the woman's connection with these animals, the gunslinger guessed. "Maybe they don't know where to take you."

Athena looked at him blankly and shook her head. "You do not understand. They are spirits of the wind. They only guide me... I must guide him. "

Larabee grinned faintly. She was right, he didn't understand. "So none of you know where Tanner is," he questioned. "So if you want to leave and they can't help you. The finding him... sounds like an excuse..."

"It is my purpose."

Chris sucked in his lower lip and released it slowly. "You just said that you don't know where he is and they," he glanced around looking for the eagle and horse. Finding neither creature, he shook his head. "They can't help you... maybe they came to tell you to stay... because one day won't make a difference," he insisted. "They are letting you stay... and I want you to stay..."

"What... purpose will that... serve?" she asked again slowly.

The blond's eye softened. "Not everything has a purpose, Athena..." suddenly taking a deep breath, he turned away. He spoken the words to comfort her but they brought his reality charging back to him, all too quickly.

The woman sucked in her own breath slowly as she realized what he was thinking. Her tone became one that she was accustomed to. The all-knowing, understanding voice that calmly convinced her unknown travelers to see things her way. "There are things that can not be understood... but they have a purpose..."

"Don't..." Chris interrupted angrily as he looked at her. "Don't you sit there and try and tell me..." suddenly he stopped. No... he wasn't going to do this, now. He had to stop thinking about himself!

Neither of them moved as they realized that they had returned to their ingrained, naturally defensive postures. They held each other's gaze for several long minutes. Each knowing that their reasons were defendable but each accepting that their reasons were their own.

Larabee chose to throw away his armor first. "I'm guessing..."

The woman looked at him blankly.

"That the length of time... I've been hiding... behind my lost love," he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, "pales... when compared to the amount of time that you've been hiding behind your... 'purpose'."

Athena couldn't help but be amazed by his courage... but what was he talking about? She frowned.

Larabee could only smile as he discovered the strength he needed. "You asked me, 'How long?', Athena," the gunslinger gazed out at the meadow. "Sarah's and Adam... died just over three years ago."

Her own questions forgotten, she moved closer to him and put a hand to the back of his head. Gently caressing his hair she lowered her head, "This is a long time to hide from the world, Christopher... perhaps I was wrong when I told you not to forget but only to forgive."

"No, you've never been wrong," he glanced over his shoulder at her. "Every word you've ever said as been so true. I'm just too stubborn to see it."

There was a long silence.

"And now?"

Larabee sighed and slowly turned to face her again. He suddenly grinned mischievously. "Now, we heal."

"WE?"

His smile softened. "How long has it been since you did something for yourself?" he asked matter-of-factly. "How long has it been since you had a purpose all your own?"

Athena cocked her head. Clearly, she did not understand.

"When was the last time you did something on your own? Something for yourself?"

The woman shook her head again. "There has never been a day when I did not know a purpose."

"Ever?"

"Without a purpose... the whispers cloud my thoughts."

It was Larabee's turn to frown.

A grin finally graced Athena's lip. "I do not expect you to understand, Christopher. Know only that the spirits bring order to my existence. I need them."

Chris shook off his questions and smiled again. Getting to his feet exuberantly he narrowed his gaze and looked at her. "Well, they've given you a day off. So today you get to play hooky."

The woman cocked her head questioningly and wondered if he were speaking another language with some strange meaning.

Chris didn't let her puzzled expression take away his sudden burst of energy but he did calm himself. "Stay here for one more day, Athena. Stay here...please"

"But that has no purpose. I have no task. I will not..."

"One more day, Athena," he reached out for her hand. "We'll find a purpose together."

The woman's narrowed eyes slowly widened and she reached her own hand up to take his.

The gunslinger helped her gain her feet.

Glancing at their joined hands, she slowly traced her way to his eyes. "How does one exist in a day without purpose?" she asked all too seriously.

Chris reached his free hands up to caress her cheek. He grinned broadly, and then his expression grew serious. "I think... they call it living... And, I think... it's something that neither one of us are any good at doing. What say we... give it a try?" he raised an eyebrow.

Bowing her head quickly, Athena looked at their clasped hands again.

For a long moment, she simply stared... and then he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

The woman found his eyes once more and she smiled ever so faintly.

'How does one exist in a day without purpose?'

The gunslinger thought about it hard while they had some breakfast. Clearly, he would be in charge today. He couldn't help but feel sad for the woman. She had no real idea what 'a day without purpose' really was. But then again, Chris was having a hard time with the idea himself.

Watching Athena take her damp clothes to the porch to hang on the railing, the blond tried to think about the things he would be doing before... On a warm spring day before Sarah had died... on a warm spring day, when it was just the two of them. It had been so long since Chris had allowed himself to think about such things. Making his way slowly to the corral, he looked at his mount gruffly and shook his head.

Following a few steps behind, Athena noticed the scowling face. "Is there something wrong with him?" she asked as she came up beside him.

"Yeah," the gunslinger huffed jokingly. "He's mine,"

The woman frowned.

Seeing her confusion, Larabee laughed and tried to clarify. "He's mine and he's got my temper," he replied looking around at the surrounding hills. "Don't suppose your horse is around."

Athena shook her head. "Grey is not mine, Christopher. When his purpose is not to take me where the East Wind sends us..."

Chris watched as the woman's words faded away with her thoughts. He tried quickly to continue their conversation. "And what do you think he's doing on 'a day without purpose'?"

The woman looked the gunslinger slowly. "I do not know," she puzzled.

"You've never thought about him being out there, acting like any other horse?"

"No," she continued to frown. "But he is not like any other."

Larabee huffed as he opened the corral and went inside. "And next you'll be telling me you're not like any other woman," he said casually. Turning to close the gate behind them, Chris saw the grave expression on the woman's face. "Athena?"

Looking into his green eyes, the woman shook her head gently. "But... I am not like any other woman, Christopher," she repeated his words all too seriously.

The gunslinger closed his eyes briefly, realizing he had said the wrong thing again. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of the mess he had created.

Athena slowly became aware of his panic and understood that he had not meant to question her. Watching as the man looked away, she glanced at the ground and resolved not create problems, if she could help it. "Why are you in need of the West Wind?"

Turning back to the woman he quickly cleared his head and continued with their conversation. "Oh, I thought we'd take a ride out to the pond. Maybe have a picnic."

Shaking her head slowly, Athena frowned, yet again. "I have heard these words... but I do not know them."

The gunslinger sighed. He was slowly becoming frustrated and it wasn't even noon. Here he was, trying to show her what a normal life was supposed to be like... Perhaps she was right... She wasn't like any other woman at all. "Doesn't matter," he conceded. It's a long walk to the pond and Spirit doesn't let other people ride him anyway... especially women."

There was a strange silence and Chris looked at her again.

"Ma'heono," she smiled happily. Seeing his eyebrow rise, Athena grinned before translating her Cheyenne. "His name is Spirit?"

The blond nodded before glancing at his beast. "Yeah, but that not necessarily a good thing."

It was her turn to frown.

Seeing that he held the woman's curiosity, Larabee continued the story. "Picked him up about six months after... my family died. Buck and I were busting broncs in Texas and this one couldn't be broke. I spent most of my time pretty drunk back then," he cocked his head, "and well, I just got mad one night. Went on out to the corral and rode him into the ground." Chris laughed. "Reckon we were both worse for wear the next morning. I got myself a few broken ribs," he glanced at the mount, "and a real ornery beast to call my own." Looking back at the woman, Larabee smiled. "Point is... he shows me some respect but he don't like other people riding him much. Most people know just by getting close to him."

Moving a little closer to the animal, Athena repeated the blond's words. "Especially women!"

The gunslinger raised an eyebrow as she took hold of Spirit's mane. "The man I worked for had a real fancy wife. She paraded herself around in all that lace and ruffles. I swear that damn horse could hear her coming a mile away. Always put up a fuss when she was around. Ain't liked women since."

She nodded in understanding. "And we need to ride to go to this... pick nicked?"

"Picnic," Chris corrected. "It's just a fancy word for... for..." he looked at the woman comically. "It's usually lunch. You go out someplace, sit on a blanket and eat your lunch. But, Baker Pond is a few miles out. It's much quicker to ride."

Athena smiled thoughtfully. "I believe I have a 'picnic' most every day..." she frowned. "But sometimes Grey has no use for his blanket."

The blond laughed earnestly and then gazed at the woman. Her simple, natural persona truly amazed him. Slowly the smile disappeared from his face and he stepped closer to her. Setting his hand on her cheek, he caressed it gently, before leaning in to kiss her.

Holding his hand at her face, Athena accepted his embrace and allowed herself to enjoy the comfort of his touch. When their lips parted, she looked at him curiously. "What was that for?" she almost whispered.

Lowering his head briefly, Larabee looked back into the woman's eyes. "A day without purpose... remember," he smiled. "Just because..."

She waited for him to finish his sentence but the conclusion never came. "I do not understand."

Chris grinned. "I can see that," he said happily as he turned. "So... shall we try and come up with something else to do today?" he asked as he moved back to the gate.

Still confused by his kiss, Athena seemed startled by his change of topic. "I will come in a moment," she said quietly.

The blond looked at her curiously but decided to give her the time she asked for. Exiting, he walked to the house. He glanced back to see the woman standing with Spirit and he couldn't help but wonder what see was doing. He grinned, knowing he'd never really understand, and went inside.

Standing inside his home, Larabee looked around. Everything was in order. The bed was made... the breakfast dishes were washed and dried. The fire embers were spread out and cooling nicely. Seeing nothing else he could busy himself doing, he glanced at the bookshelf and decided he would read for a while. Walking over to his selection, Chris proceeded to look through the books.

Five minutes passed before the gunslinger gave up. He'd read them all at least once, most twice and... to tell the truth, he just wasn't interested in reading right now.

"Can we still go for the picnic, Christopher?" the woman called from outside.

Larabee smiled and shook his head. "The north end of Baker Pond is... about three... miles..."

Athena's grin broadened as the gunslinger turned around and looked at her through the open doorway. It was amusing to see him surprised like this. "It is good that the insects are not around to bother you. Is it not?"

Chris raised an eyebrow before realizing that this was the woman's way of referring to his open mouth. "How did you..." he stuttered as he walked through the doorway. He shook his head quickly. "Forget it." He really didn't need an answer. Waving his hands in the air, he looked at her. "You win. You made your point."

"I was not trying to defeat you," she said seriously. "I did not wish..."

"Athena!"

She stopped speaking.

Chris smiled again, not wanting her to think that he was mad with her in any way. "Do you think you can ride him back to the corral and get him saddled, while I pack some food for lunch?"

The woman nodded happily and turned Spirit back towards the enclosure.

Larabee watched her go and rubbed a hand across his chin. "Not like any other woman at all," he mumbled as he went back inside.

They rode double all the way to the pond. Chris knew of a secluded spot at the northern tip. It was the furthest point away from the road and town, so most folks never came up that far. Unsaddling Spirit, the blond sent Athena down to the water to find a place for the blanket. He set the horse on a long tether and followed her.

They relaxed for a while in the warming sun. Athena sat with her eyes closed and listened to the breeze. She made a point of telling Larabee about the creatures that they shared the day with. He couldn't hear, see, or smell most of the animals she named but trusted her when she said they were about.

Larabee's comfort level showed when he decided to take off his coat and hat. His gun belt and boots followed a short while later. The woman seemed disappointed that he had removed his boots and Chris couldn't understand why. Then he made the mistake of asking. The man's laughter echoed off the rocks.

Athena smiled gently. "It is good to see you laugh, Christopher."

Larabee almost blushed. "Seems to me being called a 'tender foot' ain't nothing to laugh at," he smiled. "But if you want to walk for a while," he moved to stand, "I'm game."

"No," she put her hand on his chest. "I will... relax... some more."

Studying her body language, the gunslinger sighed. "You're a real bad liar, you know that."

Athena frowned again. "I have not falsified anything."

"No... maybe not," he took her hand. "But you don't want to 'relax' any more than I want to walk around in bare feet."

Glancing at his socks, the woman narrowed her eyes. "But your feet are not bare!"

Larabee laughed again. "What am I gonna do with you, girl... stop taking everything I say, so literally."

Athena was now truly confused. He laughed, yet she sensed annoyance. He smiled, yet he criticized her answers. Not wanting to frustrate the man more, she simply shook her head and raised her eyebrows.

Larabee laughed again and pulled her close. He stroked her free flowing locks and held her head in his hands. Gently, he kissed her again.

When their embrace was finished, the woman looked at him curiously. "You are not angry that I do not understand?"

The gunslinger shook his head.

"Good," she smiled and set her forehead on his chest. They remained motionless for several long seconds before Athena sat back and then got to her feet.

"Where are you going?"

There was no reply as the woman walked down to the water and got her ankles wet.

Chris smirked. "Is it warm?"

She looked back at the man and grinned, "Perhaps, not enough for you."

Larabee cocked his head and feigned anger.

She could tell that he was playing with her and Athena was happy. She splashed the water around a little more then walked back to the grass. Without hesitating, she undid the knot that held the material around her chest. Her top floated to the ground.

"Athena!"

Startled by the tone of his voice, the woman looked at him worriedly.

"What are you...doing?"

"I was going to swim. Is this not allowed?

"Yes, it is. But... you're taking your clothes off."

"I do not wish to get them wet," she replied, unable to ascertain the reason for his concern.

The gunslinger glanced away.

Seeing him avert his eyes, Athena suddenly realized what was going on. She turned her back to the blond and retrieved her top. "I'm sorry," she called out as she retreated further down the shoreline.

Larabee licked his lips. He wasn't sure what embarrassed him more... Athena undressing in front of him or her forgetting that he had not removed her clothing the previous night.

Further down the shoreline, the woman took a deep breath and scolded herself for being so comfortable. She considered not refreshing herself in the cool water... but she wanted to... Dropping the small wrap to the ground behind a large outcropping, Athena undid the ties that held her skirt in place. It fluttered to the ground effortlessly and she moved towards the water's edge.

The gunslinger was sipping at the canteen when he spotted her in the distance. She was completely naked for a fleeting second before she slipped into the water and Larabee couldn't help but stare.

She swam around for almost an hour. Like a fish that had been too long out of water, Athena relished the weightlessness of her body as she glided through the pool. She would dive below the surface and watch amusingly as the gunslinger searched the water to see if she were in trouble. Forgetting the awkward moment they had shared earlier, she tried to coax him in several times but to no avail. 'You can not swim, either?' she teased but nothing changed his mind.

Chris enjoyed watching her splash around like a naughty child. Clearly, she enjoyed the simplicity of the pond. It was also obvious that the woman gave no thought to her nakedness either. Twice, when she had asked him to join her, she had been far enough out of the water that her chest was in full view. And, when she surfaced from a deep drive, he caught tempting glimpses of her whole body.

Then, finally, when she had had enough, she swam back to where she had entered and climbed out. Standing in full view for more than a minute, she wiped the droplets from her skin before moving behind the rocks to dress. Larabee couldn't help but wonder about the things he had given up last night.

Distracting himself, the gunslinger gathered the saddlebags. He hadn't been able to find much in the way of 'picnic' food but Chris had brought along a few things to tide them over until supper.

"Ummmmm," Athena stood beside the blanket and raised her face to the sun's warm rays. "I feel very refreshed, " she whispered.

He knew she wasn't meaning to but the gunslinger could hear the seductive overtones in her voice. Staring at the material that clung to her still wet body, Chris smiled gently. "You look..."

Silence ensued as the words escaped him.

"I look...?"

The blond cleared his throat loudly, "I said you look... refreshed," he continued to unload the food. "Did you have a good swim?"

Nodding, Athena noticed him unpacking. "Oh, I hope you did not bring too much, Christopher. I am not very hungry after the breakfast you made this morning." Looking at him happily, she sat down beside him.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that much. I promised you a picnic before I looked at my food stock. I'm afraid I don't have a lot to choose from."

Athena studied the choices. Larabee had brought along some biscuits and apples, some jerky and left over bacon, as well as some bread. Picking up a biscuit, the woman stretched out and pulled up her skirt to warm her legs in the sun.

"Water cold?" Larabee asked as he took two slices of bread and stuffed three pieces of bacon between them. Another one of Tanner's little ideas.

"For you," the woman mused without looking at her companion. She took several bites of the biscuit as she relaxed.

The blond tried hard not to look at the limbs stretched out in front of him. Athena had reclined further on the blanket and her skirt sat perilously close to her hips. Chris couldn't help but remember that she wore nothing but the skirt and wrap.

"May I have a piece," she asked lazily.

"Ummm... Of what?"

The woman turned and opened her eyes. "Bacon, please." Noticing his unusual expression, she frowned. "Are you alright?"

"Oh... yeah," he tried hard not to stare. "Just got a piece of bread stuck in my throat."

"Have some water."

Nodding, Chris handed her the last piece of bacon. "Good idea." Reaching for the canteen, he swallowed hard.

Larabee watched the woman again as she slowly devoured the strip of bacon, one tantalizing bit at a time. The gunslinger finished his makeshift sandwich and chased it down with more water.

Rolling onto her stomach, Athena flicked her hair around and then pulled it back behind her ears. Making sure it was laid out neatly on her back, she set her head down on her folded arms.

The next hour passed slowly for the gunslinger... He moved the remaining food items back to the saddlebags and set them in the shade. Settling himself beside the woman, he lay there and watched her restful slumber. He couldn't help but study every inch of her body. Those clothed and those not... Again, Chris found himself wondering about the things that he'd missed out on the previous night. But, it wasn't only Athena's innocent sensuality that had his attention. For the first time in over three years, Larabee felt as though he could truly accept a woman's company. The peacefulness and quiet grace he saw was so very tempting. He thought about how Sarah was when they were first married... quiet and unassuming, yet strong willed and persuasive. In some ways this woman was very different, yet there were similarities...

Athena stirred happily and opened her eyes. Sparkling green orbs and a beautiful smile greeted her. "I fell asleep?" she blinked widely.

"You did."

Wiping her eyes, the woman sat up and adjusted her skirt over her knees. Pulling her hair over her shoulder, she smiled. "It is dry."

"Well it should be. You been laying there peacefully for almost an hour."

Athena frowned.

"An hour?"

"Almost."

Shaking off the thought quickly, she sought to distract him. "May I have an apple, please?"

"Sure," her got up and retrieved the fruit from the bags. Returning he handed it to her cautiously. "Something wrong?"

"No," she answered slowly. "I just wasn't expecting to sleep. That is all."

"You had a good swim. You probably needed the rest."

"Yes," she agreed. Athena sat quietly and ate the fruit. She did her best not to reveal her uneasiness. His words played over in her mind 'You been laying there peacefully for almost an hour'.

This made no sense. She never slept peacefully.

"Well, your hair may be dry but I'm betting that bandage isn't," Chris moved closer. "Come here," sitting behind her, he pulled her between his legs to get to her shoulder better. "We need to let this dry out or that scab will soften. Bet it already has."

"Alright," she agreed. Settling comfortably, she let him unwrap the bandages. Finishing her apple she tossed the core to the edge of the blanket and laid her arms gently on his knees.

"There," the blond announced as he removed the last remaining piece. He leaned over her shoulder and studied the injury carefully. "When did Nathan say you should cut these stitches out?"

Glancing over at the shoulder, Athena strained to see. "There are three left?"

"Four... remember. The inner ones," Larabee replied, touching the area gently as she turned so he could see better. They had talked about this before. Nathan had stitched her wound below her collarbone on the same angle. The three stitches over her shoulder had given way, probably when she landed too abruptly on the floor, during his assault.

"I'm sorry," she looked down at the injury. "I can not see it clearly," she turned around more and smiled at him. "And you have taken such good care of me."

Larabee felt his guilt rising in his gut. "You have nothing to be sorry about, Athena," he lowered his head. "If I hadn't... hit you... this could be nearly healed by now."

Turning completely, between the gunslinger's legs, Athena set her hands on either side of his head. Lifting his chin, she smiled, "Look at me, Christopher."

The blond kept his eyes averted.

"Please..."

Slowly, he looked into the woman's hazel eyes. "I'm the one who's sorry..."

"Stop!" she said abruptly. "We will have this discussion no more." Taking a deep breath, Athena smiled faintly. "I would like to tell you to forget what has happened, Christopher... but," she caressed the stubble on his cheek. "It is important that you remember."

Larabee narrowed his gaze. "I don't think I can ever forget..."

"No...!" she snapped almost angrily. Unsure if she could explain her intent properly, she shook her head gently. "Don't dwell, don't forget... but you must let it go... for now."

Larabee's confusion was evident and his sudden sarcasm showed in his words. "Is that a standard line? Sounds familiar... Sounds like the advice you gave me about Sarah," he challenged his recollection. "About my entire life."

Athena straightened her shoulders. Reaching out, she almost made contact with his cheek but then hesitated. "Know that there is a purpose for what happened and let it go... I cannot hear your regret any more. I will not!"

"Oh," the blond pulled his legs from around her body and sat back. "And this is the high and mighty, 'there's a purpose for everything speech," he muttered sarcastically.

The woman looked at him coldly. Swallowing hard, she got to her feet and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" he called after her.

The woman stopped but did not turn around. Bowing her head quickly she straightened her shoulder again and held her head high. "To a place where knowledge is not judged by how it arrives but rather... by the bounty it brings forth."

Her words sunk to the pit of his stomach instantly. Plain and simply, Chris felt he'd just shot himself in the foot. "Athena," he called again as she started to move off. Gaining his feet quickly, the gunslinger started to follow her through the brush. "Athena, wait, please... I didn't mean it like that."

Walking past the tethered horse, the woman scaled the small embankment effortlessly and continued on her way.

Behind her, the blond pushed the horse out of his way and stared at the rocky landscape in front of him. Glancing at his bare feet, the man bit his lip. "Damn it, Athena. I have tender feet, remember?" Having lost sight of her, Larabee listened for a response.

Nothing!

"And what about our picnic?"

Still Nothing!

Damn!

Making his way back to the blanket, Chris threw on his boots and quickly gathered everything together. He headed back to his horse again; saddled the beast and pointed Spirit towards home.

It didn't take long for the gunslinger to catch up with the woman. He slowed and followed her along the path.

She paid no attention.

"Athena," he finally called.

Still no response!

Larabee watched the purposeful steps she took and her aggressive footfalls did little to quell his frustration. Licking his lips, the blond narrowed his gaze and decided to try a different approach. Maybe that would get her attention...

"Come on, Athena. Try to see this from my point of view for once... Okay, so maybe you've made a few lucky guesses. You get your pets to come visit you once in a while... make everything look 'r e a l' special."

The woman's eyes floated around in her sockets trying to gauge if she could see him or not. She didn't like the things he was implying but she was determined not to let his distrust have more attention than it deserved.

Chris cocked his head slightly when he thought he saw a reaction. "You had me fooled there for a while," he continued. "Made me feel sorry for you even. I should have known you'd show your true colors when the going got rough."

"ROUGH!" she spun around furiously. "You are arrogant, Christopher Larabee... so very arrogant." Swallowing hard, the woman took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.

"Arrogant, " the blond repeated mockingly, "because I choose to question your view of the world." Feeling he might have the upper hand in the conversation, Chris dismounted and stepped closer to Athena. "Arrogant because I don't believe there can EVER BE... ANY good reason, OR purpose, for a man to EVER do... what I did to you."

The woman heard the forcefulness of his words. She held her stare for a long moment before blinking. And then, without warning, all emotion was gone. Her usual calm façade took over and a gentle smirk crossed her lips. Her words were softly spoken. "Even if the actions you took then... will save your life one day?"

Raising her hand to the stubble on his chin, Athena caressed it gently and took a deep breath before moving her hand away. "If you believe nothing else I have told you Christopher, believe this... You must cast off the remorse that clouds your vision... let it go. Remember nothing until your rage is uncontrollable once more. Only then, should you call forth remembrance and once again witness the swelling, the bruises and the blood that were created by your own hands. Remember it again... let it go... again. And your life will be spared." Athena smiled once more and then turned and walked away.

It was a long walk home.

Larabee had stood and listened to the woman talk and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He had driven her back into the protective shell that she called 'her world'. Her words had the familiar 'divinity' to them. God, how he hated that air of superiority... God, how he hated himself for thinking that way...

He had listened to her talk and then he had watched her walk away.

And, after several minutes of... nothing... the gunslinger had chosen to walk along behind her. He was completely... perplexed... confounded... bewildered... Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Chris pulled Spirit along after him, seemingly oblivious to the world.

He had taken a perfectly beautiful day and ruined it... Taken an unknown and denied it. He had somehow managed to free a girl from the burdensome existence that she knew, only to propel her back with his doubt... and fear.

All these things filled Larabee's mind as they trudged the long distance to his home. He glanced at Athena up ahead and wished she would stop. He wanted to take away the whole day and start again. He wanted to take away the whole week and start again...

Know that there is a purpose for what happened... and let it go! The actions you took then... will save your life one-day!

Her words stung. Starting over... if he started over and didn't hit her... would that mean that he would die? ...Stupid idea! ...Oh, but he would likely come to an untimely death anyway. If he could save Athena the pain, he had caused...

Let it go!

The gunslinger ground his confusion into the ground with every forceful step. God, she's as stubborn as they come!

All right! So, it wasn't a dream. None of the last six days had been a dream. None of the last two weeks had been a dream. He couldn't take back any of it, no matter how hard he tried... or wished... or hoped. But, how could she possibly know?

Glaring at the woman as she took each step, he couldn't help but wonder. She had blended so perfectly into their world... yet she didn't know how to live with them. She always knew the right thing to say or do... but she had no idea how to say or do the right thing... How can that be?

Even the simplest things weren't right...here she was without shoes yet her feet appeared to feel no pain from the rocks and undergrowth on their trail.

Let it go! Let it go!

He pulled roughly at Spirit's reins and the horse snorted. Maybe he didn't want to let it go... Maybe he didn't want to let anything go. Not the assault... not his anger... not his wife...

Meddlesome!

Oh, Sarah always knew how to make things right. She was so beautiful and gentle. She made him smile. She gave him a son. And, oh, how he cherished them both... loved them beyond reason. Wished for his own death, when he had...

You pledged to her, your soul... and your spirit died when she passed from this world!

It just wasn't right that the woman knew so much. She talked of 'Whispers' and 'Spirits'... No! ... She must have some trick. Some hidden... thing... that told her everything. Maybe... Maybe Buck had told her... yeah, that was it. His oldest friend knew how much... he loved Sarah.

Your longing is unyielding... and unending. Oh, how I envy you so!

Envy... what the hell was there to envy? He'd loved a lifetime in six short years... and then he'd buried his wife and child with his own two hands. And then he had alienated the only other man who knew the pain he felt. Damn near killed Buck, more than once... because he had seemingly found the strength to move on... or pushed Chris to do the same. Larabee didn't need Buck... Hell, he didn't need anyone. He'd shot men for little reason... got drunk... so many times, on a whim. Took a woman whenever he wanted.

I understand, Christopher... I understand!

Oh, God! ...Why did she do that? She wasn't anything like one of his usual prostitutes... Why had he done that? Why, with everything else that he had done, why had he taken her? Used her body and given nothing in return.

Let it go!

Oh, God! ...Sarah... Help me, Sarah. I need you here with me now. Show her she's wrong! Tell Athena that I don't... need... you... don't... need... you. Oh, God, Sarah I do need you. I need you so much. ... Please...

His face was covered in tears as the gunslinger crested the rise where the big oak stood. He was so completely lost in his anguish he didn't notice he was home. He didn't see Athena gather her clothes from the porch and disappear into his home. Chris didn't even seem to feel himself unharness Spirit and strip his saddle and blanket.

Locking the gate to the corral, the blond looked at his little shack and more tears welled in his eyes. He walked slowly to the door and stepped inside.

Athena, dressed in her regular clothes, stood buckling her gun belt. She heard the saddlebags land on the floor but she did not look up. Stuffing her wrap and skirt into her own pouches, she looked around the room searching for anything else that might belong to her.

"Don't go, Athena," the gunslinger begged sorrowfully.

Noticing her brush on the bookshelf, the woman crossed the room and retrieved it.

Larabee stepped into her path as she turned. "Please..." he asked. "I... I can't..."

Athena refused to look at the man. She couldn't. She had given him her trust. They had made a connection and he had betrayed her. She had known that she couldn't act normal. She couldn't be normal. She was mad at herself for letting him convince her she could. But, ...his voice shows so much pain...

"Please, Athena," a tear rolled down his cheek. "I believe... I know I must let her...go. I can't... tell me how... please."

The woman sucked in her breath and tried to control her emotions. "There is no more for me to give," she said unemotionally as she stepped around him. Stuffing the brush in her bags forcefully, she did up the buckles and threw them over her shoulder. Taking her hat from the end of the bed, Athena walked quietly towards the door.

Another tear fell as the gunslinger turned away. Larabee looked at the cold fire and clenched his fist around his chair. Again he felt like Sarah was being ripped away. The only person he could ever love... the only one he had ever really poured his heart out to... until now...

Steadying himself against the chair, the blond lowered his head. "Don't go... please, Athena ...Please." Another loud sorrowful breath escaped his body as Chris felt his control slipping away. "Athena was a goddess. You... you're something more... something... much more... "

Larabee wasn't sure if the woman was still there, or even listening but he continued to release his burden as his tears quietly fell. "There's a lot I don't know but there's one thing I do. You came here for a reason and I've done nothing but fight you," he growled. "Every... single... step of the way." Bowing his head, the gunslinger fought his emotions so that he could have his say. "I'm a hard man, Athena. Oh, Sarah knew that from the start. I was wild and rough when she found me but she tamed me," Larabee laughed through his tears. "She took an undisciplined, boisterous... uncaring loner and..."

There was a long moment filled with lament and Chris tried to force the words from his mouth.

"And turned me into a loving, devotedly, stable husband... and father... I DID pledge her my soul," he cried. "I did die when she... was taken from me... But, I'm dying now, Athena. The love that made me so complete... is killing me... as sure as any bullet ever will," the gunslinger fell to the floor and the chair landed beside him. "It controls my decisions... it dictates what I do... how I live," he sobbed. "As sure as any bullet ever will... Oh, God... how do I let her go?"

The woman stood at the threshold with tears silently rolling down her cheeks. She desperately wanted to take the step that would see her leave this place. See her leave behind a man who had promised to return to his village. That's all she needed to do for him. Return him so that History would know The Seven.

Athena almost looked over her shoulder as she fought to move. Her body wasn't co-operating. It refused to let her escape. Oh, but she knew she couldn't look at him... she knew, like she had never known anything before. She couldn't take the burden from this man... a burden of love everlasting that had taken his soul and now threatened to take everything else. A burden that she had never known... and probably never would...

His mournful sobs filled her senses like so much thunder. She wanted to hide. Take shelter from a storm that threatened the security she cherished so dearly. Conceal herself behind the walls that she had painstakingly built around her.

However, her comfort was built on more than illusionary bricks and mortar. Her strength to concur the unknown was constructed on a foundation stronger than any wall. A part of her subconscious wanted to embrace this undiscovered turmoil. To venture out from her shelter and understand what it means to stand in harms way. But...

Athena looked out at the meadow and a tear fell silently from her cheek. The wind swept grasses called her. The tall oak swayed gently in the breeze and beckoned her into the wilderness. Invited the woman to find a place where she could be safe... where she could run away and hide.

You're... running away...! ...Don't go... please Athena, please! ...As sure as, any bullet ever will... Oh, god... how do I let her go?

Tears rolled freely down the woman's face as she looked out at her escape... then slowly turned and went inside Larabee's home.

Setting her saddlebags on the table, she moved to where the blond sat. The caring, nurturing side of her being overwhelmed her all at once. She shut her eyes tightly, trying desperately to block out the heartbreaking sight.

Larabee sat in a tangled heap on the floor. He had one leg almost tucked under his body while the other sprawled aimlessly out in front of him. Bending over, the gunslinger's whole body shook from its emotional outpouring as he feverishly pawed at his hair. Gripping a large clump of his locks between his strong fingers, Chris clenched his fist tightly.

"Ma'heono, nehvesta hemestrse!" Athena begged, raising her chin in the air. She took in a deep painful breath and sank to her knees. Gently, she touched the back of his hand; trying to get him to release the desperate hold, he had on his scalp.

Larabee took a stuttered breath but he didn't respond.

She moved closer. "Please, Christopher... do not do this," she whispered as she set her arms around his shaking body. "Hold on to me... "

Slowly, as though in a dream, the blond released his grip. Forcing his palm onto his forehead he spread his hand wide and flexed his fingertips. And then, just as slowly, he turned his head to reassure himself that Athena was indeed, truly by his side.

When their tear-filled eyes met, Larabee pulled her close and held on so tightly, that she thought she might suffocate. Yet, his grip slowly softened as he slowly gained back some lost control. He cried.

She held him

He cried some more... And then his outpouring began to subside. His breathing became labored but steady. Tears quieted to a whisper. And his strong arms strangely comforting to both of them as they simply sat and held on...

The afternoon sun began its slow decent toward the horizon outside the Larabee home. No sign of life existed on the property accept for the occasional snort from Spirit. The horse was annoyed that he hadn't been rubbed down and he paraded himself about the corral occasionally looking towards the shack where he knew his owner could be found.

Inside the building, no one had moved for over an hour. Two, seemingly lifeless bodies sat huddled on the floor. Their arms held each other as tightly as their minds, hearts... and souls.

With his head resting firmly on her shoulder, Larabee opened his swollen eyes and took a deep breath. It had been so long since he had held women like this... let himself go, and truly occupied the same space with someone else. He took great solace in their physical touch but there was more. Something deeper...

Athena had set her head against his temple and cried along with him, not only because she felt his longing... the intimate, unyielding passion that still defined his love for Sarah... but because in his yearning, she felt a strange, mysterious oneness.

Here was a man who had experienced love in its most passionate and intense form. Chris had given his heart and soul to Sarah, everyday that they were together. Then lost his heart and soul when she was taken away.

Athena had no real concept of how or why anyone would intentionally want to give away so much... What made love so wonderful, that anyone would risk this kind of pain?

The woman adjusted her hold on Larabee's neck and nuzzled her chin to his shoulder. He'd stopped shaking, she was glad of that. And, his body was finally cooling as well.

Feeling her move, the blond pulled away from her gently. It took a moment but he finally found the courage to look into her eyes. And, when he did, he couldn't help but suck his emotions back once more. He smiled warmly, reaching up to caress the wetness from her cheeks. She had sat with, held him... cried with him. Chris felt a connection...

Athena studied his eyes as they looked at one another and then she was compelled to look away. She took his hand from her face and moved back. Getting slowly to her feet, she walked to the doorway and leaned against it heavily. Closing her eyes, she took in the fresh air and freedom outside the door but she no longer had a desire to run.

A few minutes passed before she felt him slip his strong arms around her waist. She turned easily in his grasp and they stared silently at each other for a long time.

Finally Chris smiled and caressed her cheek. He held his hand in place as he looked out at the meadow and took in his own deep breath. Glancing back, he smiled again and went outside.

Athena watched as the gunslinger moved to the corral and saddled his horse. Mounting up he rode out but not before he stopped in front of the doorway and nodded gently. Making herself comfortable on the porch chair, the woman watched and waited. She knew he would return...

And, he did!

About an hour past before Athena heard his horse approaching. Larabee brought Spirit to the porch and dismounted. Retrieving a small package tied to his saddle; he looked at the woman warmly, lowered his head and went inside.

A few minutes passed before she heard movement inside. A knife cutting, pots and spoons and then the smell of the fire burning... A grin crossed her lips as she realized he was making dinner. Nodding to herself, Athena got up and took the horse's reins. She would tend Spirit while Larabee made supper.

The sun was low on the horizon when the woman finished with the animal and closed the corral gate. Blending perfectly with the peacefulness of her surroundings, she made her way back to the porch and sat down. The breeze was light and the smell coming from the room behind was inviting. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes.

More peaceful minutes ticked slowly by...

The blond finally ventured outside to bring her in for dinner. He simply stood and stared... and counted his blessings. Her eyes slowly opened and his sparkled in reply. He offered his hand and she accepted. Together, they went inside and closed the door.

There were no words. None could ever take the place of the understanding they shared. Their eyes communicated so much as they ate, cleaned up and once more moved to the fire. Athena took up her customary place on the floor. Pulling off her footwear, she made herself comfortable. Chris too, kicked off his boots. He retrieved her brush from the saddlebags and sat in his chair.

They had practiced this ritual for the last six days, yet tonight something was different. The blond's brush strokes were as gentle as they had ever been but his hands touched more than they had done before. Athena enjoyed the additional sensations created by his caress. The heat surrounding her body seemed to relax the woman's tension. Combining that with his added manipulations served only to excite and arouse them both.

Chris set the brush aside and slowly pulled her hair together. Folding it gently over one shoulder, the blond leaned over and nuzzled her ear when she turned to look at him. Athena responded with a sigh and Larabee slipped from his chair and pushed it aside.

Once more, they searched each other's eyes...

For Larabee, there truly were, no more doubts... After three long years of suffering, he had finally found the one person, who could help him let go... but at what price...

In his heart, Chris knew that Athena had given him, more of herself, than she had ever expected to give.

It had all happened in one short week. What had begun with unrelenting, callous animosity was to end in unimpeded, tender healing.

They had challenged one another... They had both lost something in her defiance, yet in the days that followed, they had gained so much more. And then she had knowingly crossed a boundary that yielded so much unfamiliar territory... she had wanted to flee... yet she had trusted his judgment when she had none of her own to rely on.

But, Athena's ultimate sacrifice had been to face down her own panic. She stood in the face of something she knew nothing about. And with an overpowering urge to escape and nothing to stop her flight, this woman found her own heart... and in the same gesture, she gave Chris back his own.

Larabee knew what the woman was afraid of. Looking into her beautiful hazel eyes, he found it so incredibly hard to believe that a woman with this much devotion and caring in her soul knew nothing of love. It pained him to think of her this way. How could she not know anything about the extraordinary bond that two people could share? ...The power of that union, to surpass all obstacles that stand in its way.

The blond caressed her cheek gently and kissed her once more. Pulling her to his shoulder, he cuddled with her. Is she's hiding from love? ...Or unable to let herself go...

Their embrace lasted until the woman pulled away. She stroked the soft stumble on his face and grinned. She really did love the way Larabee looked with his chin covered this way. He may have seemed scruffy and unkempt to someone else but that's what the woman liked. It made her focus on the life in his eyes. She saw the curl of his lips more clearly. In this handsome, rugged face, Athena saw the fire of his soul...

Turning in his arms, she lay back against his chest and they simply snuggled for a time. Their hands explored each other's body as though neither of them had sight. His fingers traced her long arms, caressed her neck and touched her hair. All the while his breath quickened in her ears as he held her close.

Athena kneaded the strong thighs that guarded her so gently. She reached back to tease his ears when he nuzzled her neck. She held his hair tightly in her grasp when his tongue touched her tender skin. Turning once more, the woman looked at him from downcast eyes.

Their exchange was brief but they both understood their mutual desire. The gunslinger slowly got to his feet and offered her his hand.

She gazed at the man's gesture, smiled coyly and shook her head. Glancing over at his bed, she looked back into his sparkling green eyes, grinned and tapped the floor softly. Turning back to the fire, she reached for the poker. Chris lowered his head and grinned covertly. He watched the woman set another log on the fire. He turned and moved his chair further back. Wandering to the bed he stood and looked at the perfectly arranged sheets. Laughing quietly to himself, he slowly stripped the mattress of its contents and transported them back to the firelight. Athena stood and relieved the blond of his burden. Laying the blankets down haphazardly on the rug, she dropped the sheets and pillows down to one side. Looking contently at the 'nest' she had built on the floor, she was about to settle into it when he took her arm and pulled her close.

Taking a purposeful breath, Chris stared into the woman's eyes and kissed her forcefully. Arms entwined passionately as Athena responded with her own hunger. Their embrace seemed to last forever and then, their lips parted as they both fought blissfully for air.

Larabee traced the tender skin of her neck while her head was thrown back and Athena couldn't help but fold into his touch. He leaned down to kiss her again and slowly undid the buttons of her vest. Her eyes watched as he finished the row of clasps but when his hand felt for the buttons below, the woman stopped him.

The blond's eyes questioned her and she smirked. Discarding the unbuttoned vest, she reached for him and slowly began to unfasten his shirt. Responding in kind, he searched for her shirt buttons with patient determination.

When their tops were completely undone, they stared at each other. They kissed deeply without touching and then she reached for his pants. They held one another's eyes and he matched her actions once more...slowly, one button at a time. First the pants, then the drawers... and when their tasks were complete, they kissed again.

Their lips parted and the woman cocked her head slowly and closed her eyes. A naughty grin appeared on her face and she slowly wiggled her hips. The gentle gyrating movements quickened until her pants fell to her ankles. Stepping out of the clothing, she kicked them aside.

Chris laughed aloud and a solemn moment passed quietly as they looked deeply at each other once more. This sound was laughter. The last... had been of terrible pain...

Athena's smile was soft and caring as she gazed at him. A moment lapsed before he nodded, signaling his strength. She raised her chin and narrowed her gaze, questioningly looking at his pants.

The blond grinned and raised his hands, relinquishing any attempt to copy her motion by simultaneously shaking his head. There was just no way he could ever move his hips as she had done.

Seeing the acceptance of his surrender in her smirk, Larabee raised his eyebrows and shrugged. He motioned towards his pants temptingly.

She understood his daring and didn't hesitate. She licked her lip seductively and then moved so close to him that the gunslinger felt like he couldn't breathe. Looking deep into his eyes she slid her hands under his shirt and guided it easily from his back.

Chris lost his focus as her hands traced his strong shoulders down and then back up his arms. Crossing to his broad chest, Athena spread her fingers wide and slowly drew them across his muscles, digging ever so gently, as she moved lower. Reaching his pants, the woman drew her arms around to his back and pulled him closer. Her strong fingers dug into his shoulder blades as they shared another embrace.

Larabee's hands worked quickly to remove the woman's shirt. He took a deep breath and looked at her wantonly before sinking into her neckline. Nibbling and caressing he found the spot he was looking for and held Athena as she squirmed under his special touch. Leaving the warmth of her neck, the blond ventured lower, drawing his tender lips to her breasts. Cupping them gently he fondled and caressed as his tongue circled her waiting nipples. Only when he was ready, did he engulf them one by one.

Her eyes fluttered has he teased her. She ran her fingers through his hair and delicately scratched at his shoulders.

Feeling the growing urge that they shared, Chris slipped his hands down her tender sides and inside her drawers.

She took a deep breath as he softly caressed her backside, sending tingling sensations throughout her body. Pulling him up to her waiting mouth, she forced her tongue to the back of his throat as his hands pushed the last of her clothing from her body. Stepping out of her drawers, Athena's hands quickly found his and held his cheeks in her hands.

Larabee watched as the woman slowly sunk to her knees, pulling his pants and underclothes along with her. Her journey down was quick and the gunslinger freed his feet from their trappings.

Athena's fingers began a slow, tantalizing journey upward on his body. Her fingers followed his calf muscles and circled his knees. From there, her hand sensitively caressed his strong thighs and made their way around to his buttocks again. Squeezing them, the woman blew gently on his hardening penis as it grew in front of her.

Enjoying the sensations revisiting his body, the gunslinger opened his eyes and looked down at the woman below him. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to delight in these touches. He craved more. He smiled and closed his eyes again.

A grin flashed across Athena's face as she realized he was taking those last final steps towards freedom. The consummation of a bond so strong could only finally be broken by another's touch. Larabee was finally letting go...

Dragging her hands back down his legs, the woman drew them up to his waiting organ. Ever so tenderly, she ran a single finger down its length. Circling the tip, she moved her other hand to his balls and cradled them, softly massaging as she enjoyed his engorgement.

The blond peered down and watched eagerly as both hands pampered his pulsating cock. And then, to his sheer delight, Athena took him in her mouth. His eyes rolled as he threw his head back and completely lost himself in a sensation he had rarely experienced.

Hearing the gratifying moans coming from above her, she grinned happily and went back to her indulgence. Circling the head of his penis several more times, she took him deep in her mouth and stroked in and out. Running her hands around his body, she lightly scraped her fingers over his skin, bringing all his senses into play.

Feeling the stimulation piercing his flesh from all over was beginning to be too much for Larabee. He looked down and watched again as his organ slid in and out of her mouth effortlessly. His eyes fluttered as she teased his balls and again tickled the tip with her tongue. Taking a deep breath as his penis disappeared into her mouth, the blond groaned his appreciation.

Minutes passed in mutual contentment.

Enjoying the satisfaction of pleasing this man, Athena was surprised when he pulled away from her exploits. She opened her eyes as he settled to the floor beside her. Then, without any warning, he leaned over and kissed her passionately. His unexpected embrace knocked the woman off balance and the force of his body weight on hers sent them sailing back against the pillows.

Giggling and laughing they adjusted themselves and the blond sat back on the cushions and pulled her body onto his. They kissed gently while their hands explored the other's body.

Athena's fingers traced his mid section and again found his erection. She fondled him as they embraced.

Chris followed her lead and slowly moved his hands down her body. He twirled pert nipples in his fingers as the other hand continued down to find the curve of her hips. Reaching slowly around her body he took hold of her backside and pulled closer. With Athena on her knees beside him, the blond had clear access to her entire body. He kissed her as a hand disappeared between her legs.

The woman drew her other hand around his neck and ran her fingers through the soft hair that now covered his face. She relished the feel as Larabee's hand explored her body.

Their hands explored and caressed the most personal of regions as their mouths did the same. Several minutes passed blissfully. Contentment reigned until Larabee's attentions drew his fingers inside her folds.

Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth hung slightly open in front of him. Chris couldn't help but feel happy. He was glad he hadn't forgotten the little things. Touching her clit with his thumb again, he pushed deeper and then watched as Athena's head dropped back.

His free hand wrapped around her body and drew her closer yet her focus was still on the fingers lost between their bodies. He was tempting her... first one... and then a second... and all the while he teased her inside and out. Athena was quickly being overwhelmed by a need... for more!

As the blond watch curiously, she set her head on his shoulder. Breathing heavily, she pulled away from him slowly and stood up. She looked down at the gunslinger sitting naked on the floor. His engorged manhood stood proudly and his smile was devastating. Returning his passionate smirk, the woman stepped across his legs and slowly lowered her body back to his.

He took her in his arms as she came to him... Her body so close, that he pecked at her skin as she sank lower. And then Athena stopped. Their eyes locked as her vagina met his waiting cock. Their lips joined as Chris adjusted himself into position. They held the embrace as she wiggled under his manipulations.

Her eyes fluttered as she drew back from his mouth. Slowly, she lowered her body once more. His waiting penis broached her flesh and she slowly moved up and down until he was fully embedded within her. Their eyes never left each other's... Their soft grins never wavered.

The blond was truly lost in the wonderful sensations revisiting his body. Her strong torso rocked ever so slowly, drawing his shaft in, and then out. Her fingers carefully scraped their way over his shoulder blades and up to his neck. Tickling his beard, she continued her quest... all the while wiggling and riding his cock.

He couldn't help but extend his arms out wide when her hands worked their way along them. They massaged his strong muscles as they sought to hang on. As their fingers entwined at the end of outstretched limbs, Chris and Athena kissed repeatedly, ever mindful of each other's need.

Releasing her hold on his hands, she tracked her fingers back up his arms. In his acceptance, she had found an unimaginable gift. And, she wanted nothing more than to share... Looking deeply into his beautiful green eyes once more, she slowly moved her fingers down his chest. Playing and tempting as they drew lower, she reached his hips. Setting her hands on the floor, Athena slowly leaned back.

Curious to her actions, the gunslinger raised his knees to meet her reclining body. He watched her settle down and stretch out. Their bodies remained joined as he lowered his legs back to the floor and spread them so she was nestled between his thighs.

Her legs relaxed extending over his hips and curling graciously around them. Her arms rose high above her head.

Chris breathed heavily. He took great satisfaction in her trust. Her complacency in their encounter gave him renewed strength. His hands reached back and tantalized her legs before tracing past her hips and onto the soft flesh of her torso. Arousal urged him on as his fingers encircled her breasts. Her nipples begged for his touch and he answered their call... gently teasing the buds until they stood proudly and thanked him for his care.

Athena's eyes remained tightly closed as she surrendered to him completely.

Larabee's hands met at her midline and snaked their way down. Reaching her hairline, they took separate paths as the gunslinger again teased her thighs with his strong caress. One hand returned to where their bodies coupled. His touch was so very alluring. Gently, he caressed her clit.

Athena's breath was stolen from her lungs as ten fingers met... and played. With his engorgement still deep within her, she felt his manipulations, inside and out. He teased her completely... his agile digits touching every point of her flesh. An attentive thumb on her clit at all times... the other hand busy with nipples and skin. Time passed so slowly and he drove her wild with desire. Minutes dragged on effortlessly as ever closer; she crept to the pinnacle of fulfillment. His attentions to her body were so completely consuming... until...

She squeezed her legs together as her eyes sprang open. Waves of orgasmic energy raced from the very tips of her toes, to fingers, pushed high above her head. A soft gratifying growl escaped her lips and her mouth hung open gently as she fought for air. Her body arched and fell with the waves of indulgence. She squirmed and moaned... completely unashamed of the pleasure he visited upon her body... Athena abandoned her conscience, for his...

Larabee couldn't help but feel content as he drew out every ounce of her zenith, with everything that he had. Long moments passed before her body began to relax.

His fingers still touched her gently as her eyelids fluttered closed. She slowly reached for him in the dim light and Chris held out his hands to help her up.

She reached out and caressed his face. Feeling his lips, she drew them to hers and kissed him, as she had never done before. Their embrace lasted an eternity as four limbs wrapped around his body. Athena held him tightly before opening her eyes. Her hands moved to his face and caressed his beard. She smiled and kissed him with renewed, unexplored desire... Once more, she pulled away from him. She gazed upon him as though her eyes had never seen before. The firelight illuminated her soft, alluring grin. It was a smile that decreed him to grant her request. Never before had these words sprang from her lips but her soul demanded she speak them. "Make love to me, Chris."

All manner of thoughts came rushing into his mind... the sweet echo of a long dead whispers...

He could see the soft brunette curls that hung pleasingly around Sarah's face.

There, in front of him, was the vexing smile that had tempted and won his heart...

The teasing of their courtship... always happy and optimistic, yet turbulent and passionate.

And then, their wedding night when he had heard these words spoken, for the first time, in his wife's sultry voice.

The hot summer nights and cold winter days they had shared in each other's arms.

Her cautious words when she shared the news of her pregnancy with her beloved husband.

The joyous lament of life-giving pain and the strong cries of a newborn child.

The unbridled love and commitment renewed in his soul when he saw Sarah holding Adam, for the very first time.

The reinvigorated spirit with which they approached their new life as parents and the moments they stole, quietly away from his young eyes.

Their lives were charmed for a time... but then the grief and shock of her mother's death stole Sarah's second child from them before she could be born into the world.

Yet, his wife's great capacity to overcome, gave her the will to come back to her husband and son...

Always her strength...

It was Sarah's most sacred gift...

It was the one thing Chris cherished the most...

And, the fundamental characteristics that he missed, above all else.

A deep breath fought its way into Larabee's lungs, and he was startled by the shear power in his breath. Opening his eyes slowly... they came to rest on another woman who had shown him her strength... Gazing at Athena in awe, he savored the intensity of her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. The beauty of her features struck him as though he had never truly seen her before. His hands drew her closer. Feeling the softness of her folds around his manhood, Chris understood the blatant, significance of her request. They were joined... but they had not truly shared...

Wrapping one arm around her tightly, the blond held her securely and leaned back. Using their combined weight to propel himself forward, he flipped his legs under his body and reversed their positions. Trusting her to hang on, he put both hands firmly on the floor and gently lowered them back to the ground.

She grinned broadly at his accomplishment but her smile was quickly taken as the gunslinger kissed her amorously. In her explicit trust, she had given him the power to let go... Chris wanted nothing more than to make love to this woman like he had done no other... He wanted to share her completely, once and for all...

And, she could see this in his eyes. Athena felt it in his touch and sensed it deeper than she had every perceived anything before.

In this moment in time, Chris and Athena were truly one...

Unwrapping her legs from his thighs, the woman closed her eyes as he began his slow, purposeful strokes. The kisses they shared were hard and passionate. Her arms released him as he moved off her to attain a better position. He drove himself into her with all the power and strength that she had given him.

And, Athena basked in the feeling of being taken, as never before... of wanting a man to share her... like never before.

Unguarded desire pushed them on. The blond's deliberate strokes pressed ever faster into her body. The woman urged him on with soft moans of longing and want. She had an unequaled need to feel him take control. An unparalleled impulse to let her own life go...

Their lovemaking continued for endless minutes as they lost each other in the feelings they shared. Their eyes never wavered as sweat grew on their bodies. His paced quickened at their mutual request. They exchanged their touches, their kisses and passion. Each of them intent on drawing the best from the other, this man and woman exchanged everything they possibly had to share.

Her breath was heavy when the first, telltale signs racked her body. She moaned as her eyes fluttered, first open, and then closed. Yet, Athena didn't want to take her eyes from his. She wanted to share this moment with him. More than unbridled, carnal pleasure, they were truly sharing one another's spirits.

Chris felt her grip tighten as his own undulating motions drew him ever closer to orgasm. Her eyes fluttered again before she forced them open wide. A contented scream sprang forth as another powerful stroke moved her over the edge. Her pulsating ecstasy brought him to his own.

His body shook with a unique pleasure long forgotten as she forced her body up to meet his advances.

Holding Athena so tightly in his arms, he continued his unrelenting strokes until he had drained every ounce of energy from two sated bodies. Long minutes passed as their motions finally stopped. Gently they smiled at one another and kissed. It was a long, burning embrace. One that was uniquely defined the threshold they had both crossed.

Unmoving, the couple lay quietly as their fevered bodies fought to return to some state of normalcy. Eternities passed, as they lay spent in the firelight.

Neither of them wanted to move.

Lifting his head from the comfort and warmth of her shoulder, Larabee nuzzled his way to her lips and kissed Athena again.

She responded so completely to his touch... and then, she let him go...

Sitting up to retrieve a pillow; Larabee smiled for her as he slid it under her head. Snuggling his way in beside her, he pulled a sheet over them and took another deep breath. They kissed once more and the blond sighed heavily. His contentment was so natural. His smile so beautiful that it lit up his entire face.

His eyes sparkled and Athena could see peace in their warmth. She knew without a doubt... that he had let go. She cradled him in the crook of her shoulder and took her own peaceful breath. Her eyes fluttered and she easily drifting off into her own quiet sleep.

For one evening, she had allowed herself to be the woman that she kept locked away inside. Athena would leave this place before he ever woke. He would finally be able to move forward with his life and she would return to the confines of her ordered world. But, ...she would never forget this night...

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