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Ms T grinned. "pop gun? Want me to show you what kind of pop it has? I'll take my Winchester. Are you sure we both shouldn't go?"

Darkpoet smiled. "Later, you go first, I'll follow ya. Lets just walk normal, take off the badge."
They take off the badges, and walk out the door. The both of them, make it to the office with no problem. As they get upstairs to put on their guns, gunfire erupts inside the office. Darkpoet pushed, Ms. T to the floor, as he moved downstairs. He was not happy what he saw, everyone in the cell was dead.

Ms T looked at the carnage. She moved to the side of the door, pistol in hand, and gently pushed it open.

Darkpoet grabbed the shotgun and some shells. Headed over to the blacksmiths, as he stepped out of the office. He saw the riders heading out, putting the shotgun on his shoulder and tipping up his hat, he walked back into the office. He began to search the bodies, for information.

"Well, someone didn't want Bessie tellin' what she knew. Oh hell! With all the commotion I forgot to show you this wire I got from Dodge." pulling the message out of her pants pocket she handed it to DP.

Darkpoet read the message, crumpling it up, he threw it Bessie's body.
"So, she was running guns to the indians, and using Aaron as the middle man. There is something else we are missing. There is no information on the bodies."

"There's someone else involved. There has to be." Ms T looked unhappy. "We need reinforcements DP. Everytime some9one goes running off on their own, there's trouble."

They waited for the undertaker and help to take the bodies out. Then Darkpoet locked the office door. He rubbed his face and leaned against the desk.
"What are we missing?" Looking at Ms. T, "I think, I might of screwed up. I moved to fast, I should of waited to get more evidence."

Ms T sat on the edge of the desk next to DP. "None of that can be helped now. Aaron's still on the loose, and I imagine there's more of the gang too. Those guns we got back wouldn't account for all the stolen shipments."

Putting his arm around T, "the problem is, this is the fourth time. I get so close, then the rug is pulled out from under me."
Kissing her forehead.
"At least this time, I didn't loose my partner."

"Mmm and you won't if I have anything to say about it. 4 times? DP, who else has known about this? There was something I didn't tell you. I remember when you joined up DP, you and I were the 2 who wouldn’t shoot any innocent folks. Do you remember when that posse was chasing us by Santa Fe? They thought they trapped us in that canyon. Curly ended up shot. I was the one who shot him DP. You were looking down from the top of that rock and me and Curly were behind you on either side. I thought he was actin’ funny and snuck over that way to keep an eye on him. He was aiming for your back, I threw a pebble and he turned and I shot him. I never told you that because I didn’t want you feeling like you owed me anything. I never told the others because I didn’t trust them. I was waiting for an opportunity to leave. That turned out to be you going to Yuma Territorial. Somebody wanted you dead back then DP."

"Then it has to be someone, who knows everything I do. Curly eh, I never liked him anyway. He was always nervous. Well I guess I owe you this then." Darkpoet gave Ms. T a long kiss. "Thank you."

"Mmmmmm, don't I get interest on that? That was a long time ago." T cuddled in closer to DP. "Hmm whose been in on your plans the whole time?"

Darkpoet massage Ms.T's neck.
"I would be someone on the General's staff, that's all I can think of right now. But, who is the big question, I'm not going to report the shooting either."

MS T sighed as DP kept massaging her neck. "If we don't report the shootings and they come looking..we'll have a clue too. How's your side?All that diving around can't be good for those bullet holes in you"

"It is sore, I need to thank you again. For getting me out of that mess."
Darkpoet gave Ms.T, another long kiss.

"Well I couldn't let him shoot you. Maybe I should make sure you didn't tear any of those stitches out."

"Any stiches popped, I think I would know. I know some did, because I'm bleeding."
Darkpoet lifted his shirt up and showed Ms.T.
"I did it, when I was searching the bodies."

"Why didn't you say anything? You get yourself upstairs and let me get you cleaned up. You aren't going to be able to bandage yourself up. And I know the doors locked so no surprise visitors."

Darkpoet truged up the stairs, he called back to Ms.T, "I was thinking. And I was thanking you. "