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"Tell you what DP? That I was on my way to visit my brother and his wife. Maybe stay up there with them. I told you DP..I gave up that life a long time ago..After you were sent to Yuma. It scared me half to death running into you." her voice trailed off and DP barely heard the next words. "And then you ran off on me again."

Darkpoet sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I went to prison, but not for you think I did. I was told to watch Pete, Clem and Wally. They were stealing guns and selling them to Mexico, I wanted to find out who was letting them know, when the shipments were going out. But, the broke out before, I could find out. Did you ever think that I was scared of you?"

Ms T sat down on the desk. "I never really let myself think about it. I knew you'd been up to something back then, but I didn't know what. Where were they stealing the guns from? The army?"

"When I gave you the gold mine, I didn't know if I was coming back. I didn't even know what my next assignment was. So I retired from the army, as a captain. When I came back, you where gone."
Darkpoet hands T, a cup of coffee.
"I saw Gigi, drinking too much. I went to help her, I just like to help people, sometimes. Look, if you want to go stay with your family. It's not my place to say no, or stand in your way."

[ 06-05-2001: Message edited by: Darkpoet ]

Smiles at DP, "Well after that, I think I'll stick around. Keep an eye on you. I'm glad you're sticking around this time."

Winks at T.
"It's either that, or you get the badge. Then the town would really go to hell."
Darkpoet laughs as he ducks T's punches.

Aims another playful swing at DP. "You're lucky that coffe's too hot to throw at you! Although I think Miss Bessie's still working at the Lucky Miner in Natchez. If I recall she was quite taken with you>"

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[ 06-05-2001: Message edited by: KramoR ]

When T, mentioned that name. Darkpoet almost tripped over his boots, then he paled.
"When? How? Who, told you about that? She is not coming here is she? The Dragon Lady."
Darkpoet sat on the desk, and gripped the sides.
"I had to keep moving around from that woman, just to keep my close on. She scared the hell out of me. It's not funny."

Ms T had to turn her head for minute to keep from laughing. She'd never seen DP look so scared. She turned back to DP. "I could alwasy be persuaded not to let her know where you are." She was trying to keep a straight face.

Darkpoet almost gagged on his coffee. What he really wanted was a drink.
"She is coming here, then. Way would she come here?"
Looking at T, he could see the smirk.
"Oh my god! You told her I was here, just to get back at me. Didn't you?"

Ms T was laughing so hard she almost fell off the desk. "Relax DP, as far as I know she's still in Natchez. I didn't tell her you were here. But it sure was funny to see the look on your face. I wouldn't do0 that to you. Besides I'd have to lock her up or I'd be tempted to shoot her."

A stage pulled up in front of the saloon. A beautiful raven hair woman, climbed down. She didn't have much makeup on, she really didn't need any at all. She wore black boots, black levis, brown shirt, and a black stetson. Her name was Elizabeth Wells, but everyone called her Miss Bessie. When she walked into the saloon, Vern met her.
"Hello Miss Bessie."

"Hello Vern, nice place. I'll take it, same price we agreed on?"

"Yes Miss Bessie, living quarters is on the second floor."

She handed Vern his money. He already had his belongs packed. Miss Bessie's stuff was unloaded and taken up stairs. Vern was loaded into the stage and he left. Miss Bessie, needed to get things in order. Then she was going to go see the sheriff.

Darkpoet was not laughing at first, but then he joined T. He watched the stage come, he thought he saw a familiar face.
"No, it can't be."
Walking to the window, watching the stage stop at the saloon. Then she stepped out, he watch as her things were unloaded. Vern's things being loaded and Vern leaving in the stage.

Darkpoet turned and slapped T, on the back.
"Looks like you just might get that chance. I think Bessie, just bought the saloon."

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"I just feel so useless," sighed Loner, "sitting around doing absolutely nothing."

She sat across from Kramor. "Tell me about Darkpoet," she said quietly. "What's going on?...Why did he shoot the both of us? I want to know what all those things I heard years ago were all about..."

"Darkpoet and I, worked together. I was a joint deal with the Army and US Marshall's office. We were going after gun runners. Someone was stealing gun shipments, we knew it was an inside job. Dp even went to prison uncover, but the gents escaped. So he was assigned here, and so was I. I was hunting for him, he was to try and scare me off. He had to make it look good, and he did. He didn't mean to hit you, you just moved quicker than he expected. I think that was the reason, I was drawn to you. Fast thinker and quick on you feet."

Loner smiled, then shook her head. "I feel terrible," she said. "I know I lived outside the law for a while, but that was for a good reason, to get the criminals the law couldn't catch. We made a big mistake, all of us." She looked up at Kramor. "I could still kill him for shooting you, anyway," she said.

She went over and kissed him. "Are you coming upstairs?" she asked, quietly.

Ms T stopped laughing immediately. "DP, I swear I didn't do this." Narrowing her eyes suspiciously she looked at DP. "Are you sure you didn't invite her here?"

Looking at Loner.
"Didn't the doc, say you had to relax?"

Then got up and followed her up stairs.

Grabbing DP by the front of his shirt, T said,"Answer me DP! If that woman came all theh way from Natchez just for you, there's gonna be trouble!"