Towering Oak and his friends rode into the camp, drawing numerous stares as they passed. Strong Bear walked out to meet them, looking at Gray Eagle and Buck curiously. “I see you had much luck,” he commented with a grin.

Towering Oak chuckled. “These men are searching for Swift Wolf and Moon Flower,” he said. “Where are they?”

“In Spotted Horse’s tipi, talking with Red Cloud and Sitting Bull,” replied the warrior. He looked at the two visitors with interest. “Are you family to Moon Flower?” he asked guardedly.

Buck shook his head. “No, she is a good friend. Are she and Swift Wolf well?” he asked, using the name Towering Oak had mentioned.

“If Red Cloud has not unleashed his anger on her, she should be,” joked Strong Bear, his eyes lighting up with glee. “Follow me; I will take you to them.”

Buck and Gray Eagle followed the warrior through the village, stopping in front of an elaborately painted lodge. The warrior called out and stepped back as his Chief emerged. “My Chief,” he said politely, “these men are searching for Moon Flower and Swift Wolf.”

Spotted Horse nodded and ducked back into the tipi, returning with Johnny and Louisa in tow. The paramedic’s eyes widened when he saw his grandfather. He rushed forward to embrace the man, a wide smile on his face. “How in the world did you two get here?” he questioned.

“The same way you did, my son,” explained Gray Eagle. He gasped in surprise when Sitting Bull crawled from the structure, Red Cloud close behind. “Spirits help us!” he whispered.

The two powerful chiefs stared at the newcomers in shock. Sitting Bull laid a strong hand on Louisa’s shoulder. “Are these friends of yours, Moon Flower?” he asked.

“Yes, Chief Sitting Bull, they are,” replied the young woman. “Gray Eagle is Swift Wolf’s grandfather. Buck is a man I worked with many years ago. You can trust them; I give you my word.”

Before anyone could react, White Dove came running towards her husband. “Long Feather!” she panted. Dancing Rabbit needs you! Her child is coming!”

The medicine man paled and sped off. He looked back over his shoulder, motioning for Louisa to follow. The young woman glanced at Spotted Horse, who nodded his permission. “Please excuse me, Red Cloud, Sitting Bull.”

The war chief raised a questioning eyebrow at Spotted Horse. “Is Moon Flower a medicine woman, too?” he asked sarcastically. “Or do you always allow wasichu women to run your camp?”

“Moon Flower has proven that she is useful in that way, Red Cloud,” said Spotted Horse calmly. “Long Feather has been teaching her our ways.”

“I still do not trust her,” retorted the man.

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The Johnson Ranch

Hank sat by the fire in the Johnson’s huge family room, trying without success to read the newspaper. More than a week had passed since Gray Eagle and Buck Red Deer had gone to the cave and the Captain was beginning to worry. He looked up when Matthew and Emma entered the room, pasting a broad smile on his face.

“What are you two doing up?” he chastised gently. “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“We couldn’t sleep,” replied Emma, sitting on her father’s lap. “We’re worried about Mama.”

“I know you are, baby; so am I,” said Hank, gently stroking her hair. “Shell’ be all right. Your Uncle Johnny won’t let anything happen to her.”

“But what if they don’t ever come back?” whimpered Matthew, tears shining in his eyes.

Captain Stanley sat quietly, unable to speak. He jumped when Dorothy spoke from the doorway. “They will, children. Trust me on that. Your mother and John will find a way back to you, one way or another. Now, go back to bed. It’s much too late for you to be parading around.”

“All right,” muttered the twin in unison. They clumped up the stairs to their room. Hank waiting until they were out of earshot before grinning at his hostess. “Thanks, Dorothy,” he said. “You really think they’ll come back, don’t you?”

Mrs. Johnson nodded vigorously. “Yes, Hank, I do,” she stated, her voice filled with conviction. “You may not believe this, but time travel isn’t as uncommon as you think. It just doesn’t get much attention because the scientific world doesn’t consider it ‘real’.”

The Captain chuckled and laid his newspaper aside. “I’m not completely sure I believe it myself,” he answered. “But knowing my wife, she’ll move Heaven and Earth to get back to her children.”

Dorothy smiled. “I don’t doubt that for a second,” she replied. “The bond between a mother and her babies is one of the strongest in the world.”

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The Lakota Camp

Louisa’s eyes widened in horror when she saw Dancing Rabbit. The woman was deathly pale and breathing heavily. Her belly was swollen immensely in the last months of pregnancy and she was obviously in active labor.

“Moon Flower, kneel behind her head and keep her from pushing,” ordered Long Feather. He glanced at White Dove, his eyes sharp. “How long has she been like this?”

“Since sun-up,” replied the Chief’s wife. “I thought the child would be born by now, but I think it is twisted somehow.”

The medicine man grunted in response and dropped to his knees between the maiden’s legs. He gently slipped a hand into her body as Dancing Rabbit wailed in agony. “My hands are too large. Moon Flower, you’ve had children. Can you help me?”

Louisa bit her lip. “I-I think so,” she whispered, taking Long Feather’s place. “I need to grease my hands.” She reached into the woman’s birth canal and felt for the baby. “The cord is twisted around his neck,” she muttered. “Dancing Rabbit, I know this hurts, but please try to relax.” She concentrated on unlooping the umbilical cord. “There! It’s loose!” she grinned. Minutes later, the newborn emerged from his mother’s womb, squalling loudly. “A fine son! And a big one, too!”

Dancing Rabbit’s eyes filled with tears of gratitude as she saw her son for the first time. “Thank you, Moon Flower. Please forgive the unkind words I spoke to you the first time we met. You are a good woman.”

“My heart is glad,” answered Louisa, her own eyes moist. “I understand why you did not trust me. I am wasichu and a stranger.”

After cleaning the birth fluids from the infant and helping the new mother change into dry clothing, Louisa followed White Dove out of the tipi to share the happy news with Dancing Rabbit’s husband, Clever Fox. The warrior was pacing anxiously outside the lodge, his hands shaking. “You have a fine son, Clever Fox. He will grow into a mighty warrior, just like his father.”

Clever Fox beamed. “You may choose my finest pony in thanks, Moon Flower,” he said. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “The bay is a fleet mare and will serve you well.”

Louisa and White Dove walked to the stream bordering the village to wash their bloodied hands. Spotted Horse, Red Cloud, and Sitting Bull followed, talking quietly. The young woman didn’t speak, but looked over her shoulder and grinned. The Chief matched her smile and nodded. He slid an arm around his wife’s shoulder and gave her a squeeze. “What do you think of Moon Flower now?” he chuckled.

The war chief grumbled something unintelligible but stared at the young woman with more respect. Sitting Bull chuckled under his breath. “She is an amazing woman,” he laughed. “You are lucky to have her with your tribe,” he said.

Later that night, as they got ready to go to bed, Sweet Lark whispered to her new friend. “How did you know what to do for Dancing Rabbit?” she asked.

“I had the same trouble when my youngest son was born,” Louisa whispered back. “I remembered what the doctor did then. It may not showed at the time, but I was scared to death!”

The women giggled. “I overheard Strong Bear ask Father for permission to court you, Moon Flower,” teased Sweet Lark. “But I am sure you would rather be with your own people.”

The young woman gasped in surprise. “I do not know if I can even get back to my own time,” she said softly. “If not, I am sure Strong Bear will make a fine husband.”

Outside the tipi, Strong Bear stood talking with Johnny. “What will you and Moon Flower do if you cannot return to your own people, Swift Wolf?” he asked.

The paramedic shrugged. “I guess we will have to stay here, that is, if Spotted Horse and the council agree.” He grinned slyly at his friend. “I have seen the interest you show in my friend.”

The warrior blushed. “She is very beautiful,” he stammered shyly. “If she is willing, I would like to take her as my wife. Do you think she would be agreeable?”

“You would have to ask her that question, but I have seen the way she looks at you. But not everyone wishes us to stay.”

Strong Bear frowned darkly. “Do not worry about Running Elk, my friend,” he growled. “He is a coward who would not dare harm you or Moon Flower.”

Back in the trees a few yards away, Running Elk heard the comment and smiled evilly. “I am not the one who is in love with a wasichu,” he muttered. He sprang lightly to his feet and ran towards the pony herd. Quickly locating his horse, he vaulted onto the animal’s back and galloped away. He found shelter in a small cave not far from the camp and settled in for the night, planning his attack on the newcomers.

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The Next Morning

As soon as the sun had risen, Strong Bear and his warriors invited Johnny to go hunting with them. The paramedic’s skills with the bow had steadily improved under his friend’s instruction. Bundled warmly against the biting wind, the hunting party set off across the snowy plain, searching for deer to fill their stewpots.

Back in the village, Louisa joined Sweet Lark and the other maidens, who were busy sewing warm winter clothing from stored furs. The women chattered and giggled as they worked, pretending to ignore the flirtatious gazes of the braves left behind to guard the camp.

At mid-morning, Louisa put aside the leggings she was stitching and got up to stretch her cramped muscles. She bent down to drink from the water skin hanging near the door, but found it empty. “I will be right back,” she told her friends. “I am going to the stream to fill this.”

The young woman listened to the muffled sounds in the woods as she walked down the path leading to the tribe’s winter water source. A rustling in the bushes beside the trail caught her attention and she froze, straining her ears. The sound wasn’t repeated, so she continued on her way. Using a branch lying near the stream, she broke a hole in the ice and knelt down to fill her bag. A pair of iron hands grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth before she had the change to scream.

“It was foolish of you to venture away from the camp alone,” whispered a voice. The attacker tied a strip of leather across Louisa’s mouth and turned her around. The young woman’s eyes widened in horror when she recognized Running Elk. Her stomach clenched as she read the message in the warrior’s eyes.

“Strong Bear thinks I am a coward,” snickered Running Elk, his eyes glinting angrily. “”I wonder what he will think after he learns I have stolen the woman he loves.” The warrior threw carried Louisa over to his pony and tossed her onto the animal’s back facedown. The young woman grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of her. Her vision swam as the blood rushed to her head. Running Elk leaped onto his mount and guided the beast deeper into the woods.
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“Where could Moon Flower be? She should have returned by now,” said Shy Deer, Spotted Horse’s daughter. “Do you think we should go and look for her?”

Sweet Lark bit her lip, worry showing on her pretty face. She grabbed her winter cloak from the lodge pole and threw it over her shoulders. “I will tell Father she is missing.”

The medicine man was in the council lodge, swapping stories with Sitting Bull. The men looked up in alarm when Sweet Lark burst in, panting from running. “Father, excuse me for interrupting, but we think Moon Flower is in trouble! She went to the river for water some time ago and has not returned.”

“Tell Spotted Horse what is going on, daughter,” said Long Feather. “Sitting Bull and I will go and look for her.” The men left the tipi and headed for the stream at a trot. When they reached the bank, they found the water bag lying on the ground. Louisa was nowhere in sight. “Look here,” said Sitting Bull, pointing to the ground. “Hoof marks, leading that way, into the trees.” He scooped up a beaded thong half-buried in the snow.

By the time they returned to the village, a crowd had gathered around Spotted Horse’s tipi. The Chief raised his hand for quiet when Long Feather and Sitting Bull approached. “What did you find?” he demanded.

The medicine man held up the water skin. “Moon Flower’s water skin,” he said. “And tracks leading into the woods. We also found this,” he added, holding up the thong.

Sweet Lark gasped. “That belongs to Running Elk!” she told the Chief. “I have seen him wear it many times!”

Spotted Horse nodded grimly. “It is no secret that Running Elk is angry with Strong Bear for befriending Swift Wolf. What other way to hurt him by taking Moon Flower? Long Feather, do you think you could pick up Running Elk’s trail?”

The medicine man smiled thinly. “Yes, my Chief. They lead north, higher into the trees,” he said. “I believe he is heading for a cave near Cougar Ridge.”

Sitting Bull stepped forward, his lined face stern. “I offer my warriors to aid in the search,” he said softly. “I have grown fond of Moon Flower. Even though she is wasichu, she has the heart of a Lakota maiden.”

Spotted Horse’s eyes brightened. “Gather ten warriors, my friend. We will leave as soon as they are ready to travel.” He shook his head sadly. “Strong Bear will be very angry when he learns of this.”

Red Cloud rested a strong hand on his shoulder. “I will send three of my warriors to find him and the other hunters. We also will join the search for Moon Flower.”

Then men chosen to carry out the task ran for their ponies, snatching up rawhide pouches of food along the way. After dressing in warm furs, they gathered their weapons and awaited Spotted Horse’s orders.

The Lakota Chief spoke briefly with the medicine man, discussing strategy. “We must take care not to let Running Elk know we are following,” he shouted. “Red Cloud, my friend, will you remain behind and guard the village? Tell Strong Bear our plan and ask him to meet us at Cougar Ridge.”

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Strong Bear crouched in a clump of bushes, his sharp eyes focused on a massive buck as the animal came in view. He lifted his bow, notching an arrow and readying his shot. As he drew back on the bowstring, the deer froze, then bounded away. The warrior cursed under his breath. An instant later, he heard the sound of hoof beats and someone calling his name. He stepped out of the thicket, staring in surprise as his friend Clever Fox appeared, riding hard. “Strong Bear!” he shouted. “You must return to the village. Running Elk has taken Moon Flower! Even now, Spotted Horse is leading a party to find them!”

Johnny’s mouth tightened into a thin, white line. “I knew that man was going to be trouble!” he growled. “How long has she been gone?”

Clever Fox panted for breath, his sides heaving. He squinted through the trees. “The sun is high in the sky. Sweet Lark discovered Moon Flower was missing when the sun was halfway over the tipis,” he gasped.

“Then about two hours. Where is he taking her?”

Strong Bear held up his hand, his black eyes blazing with rage. “Running Elk will pay dearly for this, Swift Wolf, you have my word,” he growled. “Before the sun goes to sleep, my blade will taste his foul blood.” He swung onto his horse and kicked the animal into a gallop. The rest of the hunting party followed, each man wearing vengeful expressions.

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Louisa sat huddled in the corner of the cave, watching Running Elk’s every move. The warrior had bound her wrists and ankles with rawhide thongs. The tough leather bit into her tender skin, drawing blood as she struggled. With an exasperated sigh, the young woman gave up trying to free herself and sat quietly, glaring at her captor.

“You will not get away with this, Running Elk,” she growled. “Someone will notice that I have not returned and come searching for me.”

The warrior chuckled coldly. “That is what I am hoping for, Moon Flower. Strong Bear and your friend will follow our tracks here and when they arrive, I plan to kill them. Once their blood is soaking the ground, I will take you to the Apache and sell you to them.” He reached out to fondle her cheek roughly. A deep frown crossed his face when she bit his fingers. His hand lifted and cracked against her face, leaving a red imprint. “On second thought, maybe I will take you as my wife and teach you how to behave as a woman should.”

“Over my dead body,” sneered Louisa. “I would rather die that lay with scum like you.” She drew in a breath and spit in the man’s face.

Running Elk’s face contorted in rage and he kicked the young woman in the belly, making her gasp in pain. He grabbed a handful of her thick hair and yanked her to her feet. With a wrench, the warrior propelled her across the cave. Louisa’s shoulder hit the rock wall and she collapsed onto the floor, a hoarse cry escaping her lips.

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Cougar Ridge

The searching party stopped their mounts, waiting for Strong Bear and his hunters. Sitting Bull dismounted, his sharp eyes looking down at the ground as he tried to pick up Running Elk’s trail. He grunted in satisfaction when he found the prints of the warrior’s horse in the snow. “He is still heading for the caves,” he told Spotted Horse.

The Chief slid down from his horse. “We will stop here and wait for Strong Bear and the others,” he announced. Pulling a pouch of pemmican from his war bag, he took a handful and passed it around to the other warriors. They stood silently as they ate, each wondering if they would get to Running Elk in time.

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Johnny rode beside his new friends, disturbed by the dark anger he saw on their faces. Strong Bear’s expression reminded him of Captain Stanley after a Chet Kelly prank gone sour. The paramedic chuckled softly, capturing Towering Oak’s attention. “This is not the time to laugh, Swift Wolf,” he admonished mildly.

“I am sorry, Towering Oak,” answered Johnny. “I was just thinking about a man I know back home. The look on Strong Bear’s face resembled an expression I have seen on my Captain’s face sometimes.”

“This Captain, is he the man Moon Flower calls husband?” asked Strong Bear, his eyes alight with jealousy.

“Yes, I work for him. He is a good man, but not the most patient person with another man I work with.” He told the warriors about Chet and some of his pranks. Before long, the entire hunting party was laughing uproariously. “I would like to meet this man you call Chet,” smiled Towering Oak. “He sounds very interesting.”

“Annoying is more like it,” chuckled Johnny. “But he is a good friend, even if he is a royal pain in the rear end.”

All chatter ceased the minute they joined Spotted Horse and his search party. Strong Bear’s copper-hued skin reddened when the Chief told him what they knew. “Running Elk will pay dearly for daring to harm Moon Flower!” he vowed.

The group mounted their ponies and continued towards the cave, advancing cautiously. About a hundred yards from the cavern’s entrance, they stopped and hid in a clump of bushes.

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Louisa’s sharp ears picked up the sound of approaching horses. She glanced at Running Elk, who stood just inside the cave, listening intently. The young woman lifted her bound hands, chewing frantically at the rawhide thong around her wrists. The leather parted and she reached down to untie her ankles. Getting silently to her feet, she bent down to pick up a softball-sized rock. She threw the stone with all her might, hitting the warrior in the back of the head. He fell heavily to the dirt, blood seeping from a deep gash just behind his ear.

Louisa ran past the fallen man, screaming in surprise when a hard hand closed around her ankle, tripping her up. She fell flat on her belly, the wind knocked out of her. “Not very smart, Moon Flower,” growled Running Elk, dragging her back. He backhanded her across the face, his eyes blazing with impotent rage.

From his hiding place, Strong Bear saw Louisa’s desperate attempt to get away. He rose to his full height, ready to fight his former friend to the death. He fisted his hands and started forward, ignoring Spotted Horse’s angry curses.

“Running Elk!” he shouted. “Come out and face me like a man! Or do you wear a skirt?!?”

The young woman gasped when she heard the familiar voice. “Strong Bear!” she called. “Be careful; he has a lance!” A scream tore from her throat as her captor hurled the weapon, missing the other warrior by mere inches. She grabbed Running Elk’s legs, preventing him from reaching his bow and arrows. The warrior cursed and struggled to free himself. He yanked his foot loose and kicked the young woman in the ribs, sending her rolling across the cave floor.

Towering Oak strode forward to join his friend, his bow raised and ready to fire. His jaw clenched as he waited for Strong Bear to shoot first. The man’s arrow flew through the air, sinking in Running Elk’s chest with a sickening thud. He toppled into the dirt, blood spurting from the ghastly wound. His body shuddered, then stilled.

Louisa froze, her stomach turning as she saw her kidnapper die. She bent her head and retched violently, her body trembling. She jumped when gentle hands helped her to her feet. The young woman looked up, straight into Strong Bear’s face, and fainted.

Johnny burst out laughing. Chief Sitting Bull turned to stare at him incredulously, wondering what was so funny. He opened his mouth to voice the question, but stopped when the paramedic lifted a quelling hand. “She’s had four children and seen several horses give birth, but still faints at the sight of blood,” he howled.

Long Feather’s mouth twitched in amusement. Before he could comment, Strong Bear emerged from the cave, carrying Louisa in his arms. “She’s not hurt,” he said. “She is just resting.”

Later That Night

Louisa slowly became aware of gentle movement. She opened her eyes and groaned softly. Instantly the motion ceased and a voice rumbled in her ear. “It is all right, Moon Flower,” said Strong Bear. “The village is not far.”

The young woman looked around, seeing the men riding around them. Johnny grinned at her teasingly. “I thought blood didn't bother you,” he joked. “You passed out like someone cut your knees out from under you.”

“I never seen a man die three feet in front of me,” grumbled the young woman crossly. “But I might again if you don't shut your trap.”

The paramedic laughed and shrugged nonchalantly. “Come and get me if you can walk straight, sweetheart,” he teased.

Louisa closed her eyes and leaned back against Strong Bear's chest. “I'll deal with you later, Swift Wolf,” she muttered, falling into a doze. Towering Oak chuckled and aimed a gentle swat at Johnny's head. “If she does not, he will,” he said, jerking a thumb at Strong Bear.

Sweet Lark and Shy Deer stood on the outskirts of the village, anxiously waiting for the search party to return. The young maidens let out a joyous cry when they saw the warriors approaching. They ran out to meet them, overflowing with questions.

Spotted Horse's deep laugh rumbled in his chest as he tried to listen to both of them at once. “Moon Flower is all right,” he told them. “Find White Dove and tell her we will be bringing her to my lodge.”

The warriors gasped in surprise. Although Johnny and Louisa were unaware of the fact, allowing an outsider to recover in the Chief's tipi was a great honor, reserved only for important guests. Strong Bear and Towering Oak exchanged a glance, smiling widely at each other.

White Dove looked up as Louisa was carried inside. She pointed to a bed of furs, watching silently as Strong Bear laid the dozing girl down. Long Feather shooed the warrior away and knelt beside the young woman. “She is not hurt badly,” he announced. He smiled when Louisa's eyes fluttered open. “Moon Flower, do you have wounds that do not show on the outside?” he asked carefully, his eyes telling the young woman what he meant.

“No, Long Feather, Running Elk did not abuse me in that way,” she answered, cheeks turning red. “But I am very hungry. He did not allow me food or water during our long journey.”

The medicine man threw his head back and laughed. “Of course, little one,” he said, his words tempered with amusement. “You can eat as soon as I tend to your injuries.” He rubbed salve onto her wrists and ankles and bound them gently with strips of soft leather. He took the bowl White Dove handed to him and laid in Louisa's hands. “Fill your belly, Moon Flower. We can talk later.”

“My thanks, Long Feather,” replied the young woman quietly, her eyes filling with tears. She scooped up a chunk of meat and popped it into her mouth, chewing with relish. After draining the bowl, she laid back against the furs, sighing in contentment.

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The Next Morning

Spotted Horse left the tipi early, smiling when he saw Strong Bear, Swift Wolf, and Towering Oak waiting outside. The Chief's deep laugh bubbled up in his throat. “Moon Flower will awaken soon,” he said. “Then you can see for yourselves that she is fine.” He walked away, his chuckles echoing behind him.

“Swift Wolf, if you and Moon Flower are not able to return to your own time, I wish to make her my wife,” announced Strong Bear. “I promise to provide well for her and our children. I would be honored if you would allow this.”

Johnny smiled widely. “It will be her decision, but I am agreeable, my friend,” he answered. “Perhaps she and Sweet Lark can raise their children together,” he continued, shooting an amused glance at Towering Oak. “I have seen the way your eyes follow her around the camp.”

Towering Oak reddened and shuffled his feet. “I think Sweet Lark favors you, Swift Wolf. Have you not noticed how she gazes at you with those doe eyes?” he teased back.

All conversation was cut short as Louisa and White Dove emerged from the lodge. The older woman giggled when she saw the men. “Are we to have an escort to the river?” she joked.

“No,” muttered Strong Bear. “I was hoping to speak to Moon Flower, if she wishes to talk with me.” He gazed at her hopefully, resembling a young boy begging for a sweet.

The young woman smiled shyly. “I will return shortly, Strong Bear,” she whispered. “Meet me under the tall pine at the beginning of the trail.”

The women walked away, chattering in low voices. They joined the rest of the women at the river, anxious for their morning baths. Sweet Lark and Shy Deer hugged their friend happily, glad to see her up and about once more. The girls giggled noisily, attracting the attention of some of the other maidens.

“I saw Strong Bear waiting for you this morning, Moon Flower,” teased Shy Deer. “He is not taking any more chances leaving you unguarded.”

“That is fine with me,” answered the young woman with a shy smile. The girls finished their bathing in silence, shivering in the chilly water. They were more than ready to put on clean dresses and return to their warm lodges.

Back in camp, Spotted Horse was in council with Red Cloud and Sitting Bull. Both men had changed their opinion of Louisa. They asked question after question about the young woman, their interest peaking when Spotted Horse told them where she and Johnny had really come from.

“This girl could be of great use to us,” mused Red Cloud, raising his pipe to his lips and taking a deep pull. “She could tell us what will happen in the coming moons. If we had this knowledge, we could avoid the blue coat soldiers.”

Sitting Bull raised a cautioning hand. “Such information could also be dangerous, my friend,” he said quietly. “Still, I agree. It may be beneficial to know ahead of time where the soldiers will strike.” He stared at Spotted Horse, his eyes guarded. “What is your opinion on this matter, Spotted Horse?”

The Lakota chief rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I am not convinced the spirits would be pleased if we questioned their guidance,” he said softly. “But, I too would like to know what the blue coats are planning. I suggest we ask Long Feather what he thinks.”

The other chiefs nodded in agreement. “A wise decision,” chuckled Red Cloud. “We always were one to think before you act, my brother.

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As soon as Louisa returned to the village after her morning bath in the river, she was summoned to Spotted Horse's tipi. The young woman's anxiety increased immensely when she saw Red Cloud, Sitting Bull, and Long Feather waiting with the Chief. She swallowed nervously and took a seat on the floor.

“Moon Flower, I have spoken to my fellow chiefs and asked the council of our medicine man,” began Spotted Horse. “We want you to tell us what you know about the white man's journeys into our lands.”

Louisa looked up, straight into the craggy face of Red Cloud. The man was staring at her, his eyes gentle but guarded. She bit her lip, then spoke. “What would you like to know, my Chief?” she whispered.

“Red Cloud has just made a treaty with the white man,” said Long Feather. “What do your people call this?”

“The whites call it the end of Red Cloud's War,” she answered. The recent attack was referred to as the battle of the Washita .”

Sitting Bull smiled at her and chuckled, easing the tension in the lodge. “Tell us what you know about Long Hair, known to your people as General Custer,” he instructed.

Louisa folded her hands in her lap and thought hard, desperately trying to recall her history. “I believe that things were peaceful until Custer lead an expedition into the Black Hills in 1874,” she replied. “That would be six winters from now.”

“Why was he here?” asked Spotted Horse, nodding at the young woman encouragingly.

“He was looking for gold, my Chief. It is yellow metal that the whites use to buy things they need.”

Red Cloud grunted. “It makes them crazy,” he stated. “But not all whites I have met are that way,” he smiled, softening his disdain. “Go on, Moon Flower.”

“Many wasichu come to this area, digging for the gold,” Louisa went on. “This creates much friction with the tribes who are trying to protect their sacred hunting grounds. There is much bloodshed until the Lakota, Cheyenne , and Arapahoe band together to retaliate.”

Sitting Bull gasped sharply. “I have seen visions of the blue coats falling into our camps!” he growled. “They are more numerous than the buffalo. Where is this fight and what happens?!?” he demanded, his eyes fierce.

“The battle takes place on the Little Bighorn River , a place I believe the tribes call Greasy Grass stammered Louisa, unnerved by the intensity of the man's gaze.

Spotted Horse waved impatiently. “Yes, yes, tell us, Moon Flower.”

“Crazy Horse and many other warriors lead General Custer and his man into a trap. Long Hair is foolish enough to think that it is just an isolated band. He abandons his supply train and only brings about two hundred soldiers with him. Another groups of blue coats, led by a man called Major Reno attacks another part of the village and…….” She trailed off, frightened by the raw anger she saw on the men's faces.

Sitting Bull jumped to his feet and paced in agitation. “How can you know of this?” he sneered, clearly upset.

Louisa's chin came up and she stared at him in defiance. “It is written in the white man's books, Chief Sitting Bull,” she seethed. “Whether or not you believe what I say is your decision.”

Long Feather tried to smooth things over. “Moon Flower would not deceive us,” he said quietly. “Her heart is honest.”

Red Cloud nodded. “She has nothing to gain by speaking with a forked tongue and much to lose if she lies. I wish to hear more.”

Louisa glanced at Spotted Horse, who gestured for her to continue. “What is the outcome of this fight?” he asked. “How did Long Hair find us?”

“He was guided by Crow scouts. They knew that they could not win and refused to fight. And they were right. Major Reno and his soldiers were surrounded and wiped out. General Custer and his men fought hard, but were outnumbered by many brave warriors. He and all of his men were killed.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the front of her tunic.

“Do you mourn Long Hair?” asked Sitting Bull, returning to his place beside the fire. “Is that why you weep?”

“No, Chief Sitting Bull, Custer was an evil man,” answered the young woman. “I feel he got what he deserved. If he had not found gold in the Black Hills , many deaths on both sides could have been avoided.”

“Then why tears?” persisted the man. When she hesitated, he grew impatient. “Speak!” he shouted.

“Because after the battle, the Army pursued your people until they were forced onto reservations!” retorted Louisa. “The tribes were hounded until they had to leave their lands or starve to death! The soldiers wanted revenge for General Custer's death!” Her composure broke and she sobbed bitterly.

Spotted Horse frowned darkly. “This talk is over!” he growled. “Moon Flower, leave us.” He helped the young woman to her feet and propelled her towards the door. “Help the other women gather wood.”

Louisa crawled out of the tipi, wiping her face with the back of her hand. A few feet away, Johnny sat with Strong Bear and Towering Oak, swapping stories. When he saw his friend, he immediately jumped to his feet. “Lou, what's wrong?” he asked with concern.

“The chiefs wanted to know some history,” she answered, still sniffling. “I told them what happened after Little Big Horn and Sitting Bull lost his temper.” She stared up at the paramedic, her eyes filled with misery. “I want to go home, Johnny!” she wailed. “I don't care how! I just want to leave this place and go back to my husband and our children.”

Gage wrapped his arms around her, crooning softly. “I know, so do I. Grandfather is working on it. Just be patient a little longer.”

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The Johnson Ranch

“No, Daddy!” cried Emma. “I want to stay here until Mama and Uncle Johnny come back. Please let us stay!”

Her father shook his head firmly. “No, sweetheart. It's better this way. School is starting soon and you need to be home. Uncle Marco will be going with you, too.”

The little girl pouted, trying desperately to change his mind. Finally, she gave up and stomped out of the room. Hank sighed heavily, and looked at his brother-in-law. “Am I doing the right thing, pal?” he asked.

“Of course you are, Cap. If I know my sister, she'll do anything in her power to get back to you. Don't give up on her just yet.”

The Captain scrubbed his face with his hands and leaned back in his chair. “I'm not, Marco, but it's been almost a month. What if she meets some handsome cowboy and decides to stay in the past? What do I tell the kids then? It would break their hearts!”

The Latino fireman rested a comforting hand on Hank's shoulder. “Louisa wouldn't do something like that and you know it!” he stated firmly. “If there is a way for her to come back, she'll find it. In case you haven't noticed, my sister is as stubborn as a mule and twice as determined.”

“He's right, you know,” put in Richard Johnson. “Louisa told me once that it would take more than a little distance to make her stop loving you, Hank. She said that you are the best thing that ever happened to her. She's not about to give up without a fight.

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The Lakota Camp, Three Months Later

Louisa was sitting in front of Long Feather's lodge, cutting meat into the stewpot, when Gray Eagle came running up, his face alight with joy. “I've found the way!” he called.

The young woman jumped and the knife she was using sliced into her palm. “Damn it!” she grumbled, wrapping a piece of leather around her hand. Suddenly, Gray Eagle's words sunk in and she grinned. “You have?!? Oh my God! Does Johnny know?”

The Native American man slid to a stop, panting lightly. “No, he's out hunting with Strong Bear again. I'll tell him as soon as he returns.”

Louisa's eyes lit up. “Don't keep me in suspense. How can we get back home?”

“Patience, little one. Are you sure you want to go back after all the attention you've been getting from a certain warrior?” he teased gently.

“Of course I want to go home! I miss Hank and my children. Strong Bear is a wonderful man, but my heart belongs to my husband.”

“Just checking,” grinned Gray Eagle. He sat beside the young woman and looked around the village. “I have to admit, I will miss this place,” he said.

“So will I,” answered Louisa. “But we don't belong here. Ever since my talk with Spotted Horse and the other chiefs, I don't feel comfortable. It's like they're expecting us to be able to change their destinies or something. It breaks my heart knowing what is in store for them.”

“I understand.” A shout from the other end of the village caught his attention. Johnny and Strong Bear were riding in, their travois loaded down with fresh meat. The paramedic rode directly to Long Feather's tipi and slid down from his horse. He pulled a chunk of venison from his load and handed it to Louisa. “Hi, honey, I'm home,” he joked. “What's for dinner?”

The young woman giggled. “A big helping of Oz stew,” she joked back. She grasped her friend's arm, bubbling with excitement. “Gray Eagle has found a way for us to get home!”

“That's terrific!” grinned Johnny. “I like it here, but I miss L.A. ” His voice dropped to a whisper as he went on. “Having a pretty girl flirt with me isn't that bad either.”

Louisa rolled her eyes and laughed. “Same old Johnny. You'll never change.”

Gray Eagle laid a strong hand on his grandson's shoulder. “Do you want to hear this or not?”

“Of course I do! What's the plan?”

As Gray Eagle told them, Louisa and Johnny looked at each other skeptically. “It sounds too easy,” commented the young woman. “But if it works, I'm game. Let's do it!”

The paramedic agreed. “I'd like a chance to say goodbye to everyone first, though. I've made some good friends here.” A sudden thought occurred to him. “Where's Buck? I haven't seen him around lately.”

Gray smiled, a chuckle bubbling up in his throat. “He left three days ago, Observant One,” he teased. “I'll bet you anything, he's sitting in the Johnson's den right this minute, telling them his experiences.” The trio laughed, picturing the scene.

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The Johnson Ranch, That Same Afternoon

Buck groaned and rolled onto his back. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Bright sunlight warmed his face as he sat up, looking around. A grin stretched his lips as he recognized the old farm house off in the distance. “I'll be damned!” he muttered. “It really worked! Guess I better head home and let everyone know I'm back.” He climbed to his feet and began to run, the wind whipping his thick hair off his forehead.

Phillip was leaning against the corral fence, deep in thought when he spotted a figure speeding towards him. His mouth dropped open when he realized who it was. “My God,” he breathed. “Dorothy!” he shouted. “Buck's back!” He threw his head back and let out a whoop.

Buck reached the farm yard and grinned. “How's it going, Phil?” he asked, as if he hadn't been away.

Hank and Dorothy ran out of the house. “Where are Louisa, Johnny, and Gray Eagle?” demanded the Captain. “Did they come back with you?”

The foreman held up a hand as he tried to catch his breath. “No, I wanted to make sure it would work first. Before you ask, they're fine. Man, have I got a story for you!”

A short time later, Buck was seated at the kitchen table, eating as if he were starving. Hank stared at him impatiently, chafing at the bit to hear about his loved one. Finally, the foreman put down his fork and patted his stomach. “That really hits the spot!”

“All right, Buck,” said Richard, Phillip's father. “Start talking.”

“Somehow, we went back to 1868,” started Buck. “From what Lou told me, she and Johnny were found by a Lakota warrior who took them back to his village. Good thing she remembered the language or they would have been in deep trouble. Anyway, they managed to convince the Chief, a very imposing man named Spotted Horse, that they were friendly. The tribe's medicine man, Long Feather, believed her story about being from the future and made sure no one harmed them.” He glanced at Hank, his eyes twinkling merrily. “Seems the warrior who found them took quite a shine to your wife, Captain. He even asked her to marry him if she couldn't come home.”

Captain Stanley's jaw dropped. “I certainly hope she set him straight!” he growled. “it would be difficult to explain to the kids that their mother was married to an Indian warrior. What about Gage? Don't tell me he struck out?”

Buck laughed heartily. “Are you kidding? Long Feather's daughter, Sweet Lark, made a point to flirt with him every chance she got! It was pretty funny watching him try not to strut around like a prize peacock!” His face sobered. “Apparently, one of the warriors wasn't very happy about Louisa and Johnny being treated like honored guests. This fella, Running Elk by name, kidnapped Lou. Lucky for her, a couple of the maidens figured out she was missing and alerted the chief. Spotted Horse sent out a search party and they found her unharmed. Strong Bear, the brave who found them in the first place, killed Running Elk and took Louisa back to the village.”

Dorothy gasped in shock. “That girl can even find trouble in the past,” she chuckled. “Next, you'll be telling me she and John were adopted by the tribe.”

The foreman grinned broadly. “Not yet, that I know of, but Long Feather did give them Lakota names. Louisa was christened ‘Moon Flower' and John was called ‘Swift Wolf'. Johnny even got to go hunting with some of the warriors. But that's not even the best part. I found out that after the tribe moved to their winter camp, Red Cloud and Sitting Bull themselves showed up.”

Richard goggled comically. His mouth twitched and a full volume belly laugh erupted from his throat. His thin frame shook and tears spurted from his eyes. “I can only imagine the reaction that caused!” he snorted.

“You don't know the half of it!” said Buck. “Once Spotted Horse told them Lou and John were from the future, they questioned Louisa about history. That was after the village was attacked, however.”

Hank paled. “Their village was attacked?” he demanded. “By who?”

“General George Armstrong Custer himself. Don't worry; they were able to get away. After that, Sitting Bull wanted to know what the future held for him and his people. Of course, Louisa told him and it upset the old boy quite a bit, especially the part about the reservations. He lit out and took his band with him.”

Dorothy noticed the foreman was tiring and stood up. “I think Buck needs to get some rest after his little adventure,” she said. “You can tell us the rest in the morning.”

The Lakota Camp, Two Days Later

“Are you sure you do not wish to stay with us?” asked Spotted Horse, his eyes curiously moist. “You would be welcome.”

Louisa smiled gratefully. “We are honored, Chief Spotted Horse, but we must return to our own time. Our families and friends are probably wondering where we are. You are a good man, and an outstanding leader to your people. I am proud to have known you.”

“As am I,” interjected Gray Eagle. “I will never forget my time here.” He lifted his arms and handed the Chief an elaborately beaded headband. “I made this for you,” he said.

Spotted Horse took the strap and tied it around his forehead. A broad smile lit up his face. “I will wear it with pride,” he said. Breaking tradition, he stepped forward and wrapped all three of his visitors in a tight embrace. “Go in peace, my friends,” he whispered, tears streaming down his lined cheeks.

Strong Bear's jaw tightened. He reached out to stroke Louisa's cheek. “I will never forget you, Moon Flower. You have secured a place in my heart for all time. Your husband is a lucky man to have you as his mate.” He turned to Johnny, presenting him with a set of silver arm bands. “These mark you as my friend, Swift Wolf,” he grinned. “Even if you are half white, your heart and soul are Lakota.”

Sweet Lark and Shy Deer couldn't suppress their tears as they said goodbye to their friend. The Chief's daughter gave Louisa a hide-wrapped package. “Open this when you are back in your own world,” she said, her voice trembling. “It is to remind you of my people. Good journey, my sister.”

The young woman's eyes filled with tears of her own. She scanned the crowd for Long Feather, finally spotting him on the fringes of the group. She laid a gentle hand on the medicine's man arm, unable to speak. The man squeezed her hands in farewell and drew her close. “Be happy, Moon Flower,” he said quietly. “I see many good things in your future. Remember us with fondness, my daughter.” Pulling away, he retreated to his tipi, unable to bear seeing them leave.

Johnny grinned, his expression sad and excited at the same time. “Take care of yourselves,” he said. “My time here has been a wonderful experience that I will never forget.” he turned to look at Louisa and Gray Eagle. “Let's go home.” The started to walk away.

“Wait!” called a voice. Towering Oak came running up, leading three horses. “These ponies will make you journey more comfortable,” he smiled. “Goodbye, my good friends. We will meet again in the Happy Hunting Grounds. I know this in my heart. I left you a gift in your pouch, Moon Flower.”

“Yes, we will,” laughed Gray Eagle. “Wait for us.” He mounted his pony, his eyes meeting Spotted Horse's. “Goodbye, my Chief.”

The entire tribe saw them out of the village. As they cleared the last tipi, Louisa couldn't resist one final look back. A broad smile lit up her face and she let out a blood-chilling war cry and kicked her horse. As the animal sped away, her laughter echoed across the plain.

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The riders reached the cave late that evening. A full moon flooded the plains with its cold, white radiance. Twinkling stars covered the sky with countless pinpricks of light, resembling diamonds scattered over black velvet. They dismounted and took the time to eat before they began their long journey. Johnny built a small fire and the travelers warmed themselves. After a brief rest, Gray Eagle extinguished the flames and lead the way into the cave. As the three of them joined hands, he began to chant. The horses crowed around them, flicking their ears back and forth in agitation. An icy wind rose, stirring the fringe on the trio's outfits. The breeze swirled around them and, one by one, they lost consciousness.

Like before, Johnny was the first to awaken. He lay with his eyes tightly closed, afraid to open them. When he heard Louisa stir, his eyelids flew open. Off in the distance stood the run-down farmhouse he had been hoping to see. The paramedic breathed a thankful sigh of relief as he realized they were back in their own time. He nudged is grandfather with his foot and shook Louisa's shoulder. “Rise and shine, you two,” he said gleefully.

The young woman rolled over and sat up, brushing bits of grass out of her hair. She stared at her friend, afraid to look around. “Did it work?” she asked hopefully.

Gage snorted in amusement. “See for yourself, Sleeping Beauty,” he joked.

Louisa scanned the plain and grinned. “That house may be the ugliest thing on the planet, next to Chet's van, but I have the sudden urge to walk up and kiss it!” she laughed. She jumped when a horse nickered almost in her ear and scrambled to her feet. “They came through, too, but how ?” she wondered.

“Because we had physical contact with them when we crossed over, little one,” answered Gray Eagle. “Don't you remember?”

The young woman chuckled. “My brain may be a little foggy, but traveling through time didn't erase my memory,” she snickered. She patted her pony's neck affectionately, giggling when the stallion nipped her arm.

Gage glanced up at the sky, which was rapidly filling with boiling dark gray clouds. “We better get moving,” he said nervously. “Looks like a major storm is brewing.”

“That house is closest; let's go there,” instructed Gray Eagle, swinging onto his mount. Louisa and Johnny copied his actions. Just as the reached the front porch of the farmhouse, the sky opened and a torrential rain started to fall. The riders were soaked to the skin in seconds.

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The Johnson Ranch

Dorothy cried out in raw terror as lightning struck the massive oak outside the living room window, setting it ablaze. The rain quickly doused the flames, sending up runners of smoke. “Lord have mercy!” she said shakily. “The sky was clear as day a few minutes ago.”

Hank stood at the window, watching the storm in awe. “This is almost as bad as the thunderstorm Lou and I got caught in when we were here for our honeymoon,” he commented. He walked out into the hallway just as Phillip and Richard scurried inside. “The horses okay?” he asked.

Phillip shook water-logged hair out his eyes and nodded. “We got them in the barn a gnat's eyebrow before it started raining. I don't understand it. The weather forecast didn't say anything about storms today. Guess we best stay put until it clears up.” A loud clap of thunder underscored his words, followed by a bright flash of lightning.

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Gray Eagle crouched before the abandoned house's fireplace, trying in vain to start a fire. “Darn this thing,” he muttered. “The wood is wet. I can't get it to burn.”

“It's all right, Grandfather,” soothed Johnny. “I'm not cold, and neither is Louisa. Isn't that right?”

The young woman grinned. “Sure is,” she replied. “I'm just happy to have a roof over my head, even if it does leak in a few places,” she chuckled as a drop of rainwater hit her cheek. “Should we unsaddle the horses or wait and see if the rain will stop?”

The paramedic considered that for a moment, then spoke. “Unsaddle them. Who knows how long this storm is gonna last.” He walked over to help her, grunting with effort as he lifted the rawhide bag hanging from her mount's saddle. “What in the world is in here?” he puffed. “It weighs a ton!”

Louisa grinned. “One way to find out. Open it, genius.” Her eyes widened when Johnny broke the thong around a fur-wrapped bundle, revealing a quantity of gold nuggets. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “They must be worth a small fortune!”

Johnny stared at the shiny stones in mute surprise. His mouth worked, but no sound came out. Finally, his voice returned, emerging in a hoot of hysterical laughter. He shoved the bundle into Louisa's hands and howled, tears running down his cheeks.

Gray Eagle wandered over to see what all the fuss was about. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the gold. “Is it real?” he squeaked.

The young woman's lips twisted. “If it is, we're rich!” she beamed. “So that's what Towering Oak meant about a gift.”

Johnny recovered his composure enough to say what was on all of their minds. “Question is, what do we do with it?”

“When we get back to civilization, we have it assayed and split it up three ways,” answered Louisa. “It may be in my saddle bag, but I think we should share it equally.” She winked at Johnny, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just think how many dates you could finance with all this, Johnny. You might even be able to spring for a real meal or twelve.”

“More like twelve hundred,” snickered Gray Eagle. He paused, cocking an ear towards the half-open door. “It's letting up. We might get home before dark after all.”

The paramedic frowned. “What do you mean, a few hundred meals? Are you calling me cheap?”

“Not at all,” replied Gray Eagle, hiding a smile. “You're just careful with your money.”

Gage chuckled. “Uh huh, I'll bet that's what you meant, Grandfather. Lou, you better make sure we have a defibrillator handy before you show Cap those nuggets. He'll probably go into cardiac arrest!”

“And your heart didn't skip a few beats?” teased the young woman. “Get moving, hose jockey. I don't know about you, but I'm more than ready for a hot meal and a warm bed.”

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The Johnson Ranch

Richard, Phillip, and Hank were busy surveying the damage caused by the freak thunderstorm when Louisa, Johnny, and Gray Eagle rode into the yard. All three men stood frozen in shock, not believing their eyes. The Captain let out a whoop and ran forward to hug his wife. The young woman grunted as his arms tightened around her. “Easy there, buster,” she said. “I'm happy to see you, too. Just don't crack my ribs!”

Hank released her and stepped back. “Are you all right? Where in the world have you been? Where did those horses come from?” he babbled.

“One question at a time, sweetheart. Yes, we're fine, we were in a village with a tribe of Lakotas, and the horses were a gift from a friend. Anything else you want to know?” she joked saucily.

“Nope, that about covers it,” grinned Stanley . “Wait, one more thing: were you guys stuck out in the storm?”

Johnny shook his head. “No, we holed up in that old house up near the caves.” His familiar crooked grin came into view. “Show him what's in your bag, Lou.”

“Later,” replied the young woman. “First I want a hot bath, a square meal and a long nap, in that order. Oh, and a kiss from my husband.” She looked over Hank's shoulder. “Where are the kids?”

“He sent them back to Los Angeles ,” answered Dorothy, pulling Louisa into her arms. “It's so good to have you back,” she smiled.

Buck came out of the house to stand on the front porch. “About time you got back,” he teased. “I thought maybe you decided to stay with Spotted Horse's people after all. Of course, it wouldn't have been much of a hardship for you, young lady.”

Louisa colored to the roots of her hair. “Did you tell him about Strong Bear?” she asked, shooting a glance at her husband.

The foreman laughed out loud. “A little, but you can tell him the whole story.”

As they went back into the house, Gray Eagle spoke up. “How long were we gone?” he questioned. “The air here still feels warm.”

“By my calculations, about three weeks,” said Richard. “It's still summer.”

The three time travelers shared a look. “The days must move faster in the past,” commented Johnny. “We didn't have a calendar, but we were with the Lakota almost six months, I think. It was hot when we arrived, but it was late winter when we left.”

“That explains the heavy furs you're all wearing,” chuckled Phillip. He looked closer, taking in the headband and jewelry Louisa was wearing. “Nice earrings, little missy.”

“I forgot I was wearing them,” chuckled the young woman. “They were a gift from White Doves, the Chief's wife.”

“We can talk about all this later, Phil,” admonished Dorothy. “Dinner is ready, everyone.”

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The Next Morning

Judson Anderson, the County Assayer , almost swallowed his tongue when Louisa dumped the pouch of gold nuggets onto his desk. Johnny and Gray Eagle looked on, identical grins on their faces. The stones made a good sized pile and gleamed in the sunlight flooding through the window. “Where in God's name did you get these ?!?” he choked out.

“Let's just say there were a gift from a very special friend,” grinned Louisa, amused by the man's reaction. “We'd like you to tell us how they're worth.”

Anderson went to work, carefully examining each nugget and weighing it. He wrote the value of each on a small notepad and carefully added up the total. His eyes bugged out when he read the final tally. “That must be some friend you got, Mrs. Stanley,” he said. “At current market value, this stuff is worth close to $300,000. What did he do? Rob Fort Knox ? This gold is almost completely pure.”

“Wow!” breathed Johnny, turning pale. “That's a whole lot of working hours.”

Judson looked at them suspiciously. “I want to know where you got this, right now !” he demanded. “This stuff doesn't grow on trees, you know.”

Louisa glared, furious at the man's accusing tone. “I told you where we got it!” she snarled. “Do we look like thieves to you?”

Anderson backed off and frowned. “No, ma'am, but when people come into my office toting a sack that sized filled with almost pure gold, it raises a few questions.”

“Maybe we should take it to another assayer,” put in Johnny, scooping the nuggets back into their pouch. “One that doesn't doubt our honesty.”

Gray Eagle held up a placating hand. “Hold on a minute, John,” he said calmly. “It makes sense that Jud would wonder how we got this much gold.” He stared at Anderson . “Would you be willing to help us turn this in cold, hard cash?” he asked.

“Of course he will. It means a big, fat commission in his pocket,” retorted Louisa. “I'm with Johnny. I don't trust this polecat. There's a guy in Billings that I've dealt with before. Let's talk to him about this.” She stood up and stalked out of the room, muttering under her breath. Johnny and gray Eagle followed, grinning like Cheshire cats.

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Louisa's friend in Billings had a completely different reaction. After gazing at the pile of gold nuggets for a few minutes, he burst out laughing. “I never took you for a prospector, Louisa,” he snorted. “If I recall my history correctly, the last gold rush was in 1874 when Custer lead a party out to the Black Hills .” He seesawed in his chair, snickering wildly. “I'm not surprised Anderson gave you grief. He's a greedy son-of-a-bitch. Bet he was crying in his beer over losing this commission.”

“You better believe it, Morty!” giggled Louisa. “We want you to convert this into cash. Think you're up to the challenge?” she teased.

“For you, I'd walk through Hell and back, darling! I'll make you a deal. I'll turn this into greenbacks for a thousand bucks. Does that sound fair?”

Johnny grinned in relief. “More than fair, Mr. Finster,” he commented. “How long will it take you?”

Morty quickly calculated in his head. “On the outside, about two weeks,” he said slowly. “What you gonna do with it all?” he wanted to know.

Louisa smiled. “I'm going to put some of it into college accounts for my children, give some to charity, and then take a nice long vacation with my husband. The rest, I have no idea whatsoever!”

Gray Eagle chuckled softly. “You'll find a use for it, I'm sure,” he said. “Are there papers we need to sign, Morty?”

The assayer picked up his phone. “Gladys, could you bring in a transference contract, please? I'll fill in the necessary information and have my secretary make copies for each of you.”

Gladys entered the office, carrying the paperwork. Her eyes flew open wide when she spotted the nuggets on her employer's desk. “Are those real ?” she asked.

“They sure are,” laughed Morty. He bent over the document, writing furiously. “All right, that about covers it. Look it over and then sign right here,” he instructed, pointing to the appropriate line. “Good; run off three copies of this, will you, Gladys?”

A short time later, Louisa Johnny, and Gray Eagle left his office and headed back to Lame Deer. The paramedic grinned. “You know what?” he said. “I'm gonna get a cashier's check for about ten grand and give it Brackett for the hospital. They always need money for equipment and stuff.”

Louisa grinned back at her friend. “I hear that,” she giggled. “Last time I was there, Dr. Morton was muttering under his breath about some ‘piece of junk gurney'. I'll spare you exactly what he said. It was pretty colorful.”

Two weeks later, Hank, Louisa, and Johnny returned to Los Angeles . As promised the young woman and the paramedic visited their bank and marched into Rampart, wearing identical secretive smiles. They walked into Brackett's office and, without a word, handed him two long white envelopes. “What's this?” asked Kel, thoroughly confused.

Johnny snickered. “Let's just say we're making a little donation to the hospital equipment fund,” he answered, eyes sparkling. “Go ahead, Doc; open them up.” He nudged Louisa in the ribs, anticipating the doctor's reaction.

Kel's response caught both of them by surprise. Instead of being shocked, he burst out laughing and picked up the phone. “Kathy, get me the hospital administrator,” he chuckled. “Nate, it's Kel bracket. Could you come down to my office? I have something for you. Right, see you in a few.”

Nathan Conroy, the administrator, knocked on Kel's door a few minutes later and entered. “Okay, Doctor, you've got me here. What's the surprise?” Brackett handed him the checks and smiled mysteriously. Nate's jaw dropped and he struggled to speak. “This is twenty thousand dollars!” he gasped. “Where in the world did you get this?”

“Ask our newest benefactors,” laughed Brackett. Louisa and Johnny stepped forward, blushing in embarrassment.

“Put it to good use, Mr. Conroy,” said the paramedic. “If you need more, just say so. We got plenty.”

Conroy shook their hands enthusiastically. “Where did you get this much available cash?” he questioned.

Louisa grinned. “It just kind of fell into our hands,” she replied. “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a vacation to plan. See you around.” She left the office, the wheels spinning in her head. “Where should we go?” she said to herself. “I heard Hawaii is nice this time of year.”

The End

This story came to me after reading, of all things, a romance novel my Mother gave me. It is a little out of character for me, but I had a blast writing it. For all you history buffs, I tried to get the facts correct. Any mistakes about the battles and the plight of the Lakota, Cheyenne , and Arapahoe people are mine alone.

Disclaimer: The men of Station 51 are the sole property of Universal and Mark VII Entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.