***A/N: This chapter goes out to a certain girl who kicks ass at poetry writing, FerdinandoGray or something like that, I can't spell, so after you read this chapter, you should go read her stuff, its off the charts its that good. Hope this will brighten your day, I always like when something is dedicated to me :-P Oh, and a reminder, remember I changed the Indians' names, Naline is now Meoha'e and Shekum, hell, he's dead, what's it matter, ah, anyhow, his new name was Nahkohe. On to the story, have fun, and review!***

"Randy!" I shouted to the door of the jail house.

I heard a groan and a groggy, "Yeah."

"I'm comin' in."

"Gotcha." I heard him cock the rifle as I pushed the door open. Just my luck, he had been sleeping during all this action. Like he would have heard the shot anyway, with all the wind and thunder goin' round.

"You got yerself as problem."

"I do?"

"Well yeah." I paused, "You were sleepin' right?"

"Yeah."

"Well its not like you woulda heard the ruckus at my place anyway. Some sheriff you are." I fixed him with a glare that straightened him up, but then he decided to get up, so he didn't have to look at me so directly.

"What happened?"

"Your Yank buddies killed my 'tender. So uh, me an' the Kid shot 'im. You're responsible, you can clean 'im up if those assholes don't. Got me?"

"Yes sir." He said. It was almost like back in the day when we were in the army and I was givin' orders, ah, the feeling of power.

"Tomorrow I'm gonna be goin ta the Reservation for Nahkohe. I'm gonna hold you responsible if anything happens to my clients, employees, or hotel. If something does happen, I'm gonna destroy you, and then them. If you gotta problem with that, try and chase me down. This town'll be awfully short on lawmen cuz I've got the best shooters in the whole damn country at my disposal. So don't piss me off Randy."

"Bull, you realize if you go through with this you're gonna find yourself takin' a long walk at the end of a short rope."

"That may be so Randy, but only after I've showed these Yankee bastards they don't own me just because they won the war. I won that war too. Plus, you'll have to catch me first.. You can go with me or against me, but I know what I am doing is gonna get those theivin' cheatin' bastards justice."

"You'll get yourself killed and I don't want that on my conscience."

"Maybe so, but that's a choice you're gonna have to make. At least I know I'm doin' the right thing." I was done trying to set Randy to my way of thinking. He just didn't seem to see this country's backwards and corrupt so called justice. The good were persecuted, and the bad get away with everything. He would be either with us or against us, and I had hoped that with our past relations he'd help, but it looked as though he had been used by the system too long and didn't know anymore what was truly good and what was truly bad. He'd find out in due time. I opened the massive oak door. "I'm leavin' early tomorrow, and remember, I'm holdin' you responsible."

Early the next morning, the world seemed to be blanketed in a thick mist, a rare thing to be seen in this barren land. We pile Nahkohe onto his horse and I left Billy in charge of the hotel. It sort of seemed like a bad idea at first, but Billy was old enough and dangerous enough to leave by herself, and I needed Sniper and Rock to come with me to meet Meoha'e's chief. All night I had been formulating a plan as my first option for revenge against the Federals and it included Cheyanne cooperation if they were up for it. It would be a way to start my war against the Union, Sniper and Rock were with me all the way for what had been done to them, Billy was in by default, and Meoha'e was ready to help however we needed. The gang was alrady formed. My Gang of Girls.

We left Billy safe and sound and rode toward Indian Creek Reservation that was the name of it. The Indian Creek had a name, but it was so long and so Indian they called it Indian Creek for for, you get the picture I'm sure. We wouldn't be given much trouble, Sniper, Rock, and I all being ex- Feds. We delivered Nahkohe's body, and his family prepared for his burial while we talked with Tovoohne'e, Meoha'e's chief. Gladly he remembered me from the time I had used his tribe as a means of escape from the Matthews Gang, and he thanked me for the food I had helped to give to his people because I had never given him a chance to before. Now, it seemed, we were on even turf. I explained to him, in my best Cheyanne, my plan for revenge on the Union, with Meoha'e filling in the things I didn't know how to say. After much thorough planning and bargaining, he was in, and we came to a decent arrangement. By the time we were done, the sun was high in the sky. We rode hard back into town. I had had a queasy feeling all morning. At first I had thought that the plan might not work out, but it had, so something had to be wrong back home.

Randy was unconscious on the porch of my hotel. I rushed inside, hands ready by my sides. I was flanked by both Sniper and Rock who were armed with rifles, suspicious at Randy's unconscious body. Inside was crowded with Federals. I let loose. I shot the nearest one in the foot, two in the leg, one who reached for his gun, one in the arm, and one in the hip, when he moved when I shot for his hand.

I had used up one gun, and now that the steps were cleared, ran up them, to find Billy. All the tenants seemed to be in their rooms, or elsewhere. My friends stayed behind to cover me. There were dead and injured lining the steps, and I knew they weren't all from me. Billy. Her room was at the top of the stairs.

She was curled up on her bed, I couldn't tell if she was muttering or crying, maybe both. "Billy?" I asked stepping into the doorframe. A shot was fired in my direction. It hit the door to my left. "Kid, it's me, Dillon."

"It is over?" She murmured, hoarse from crying.

I could tell from the dissarray of the room and why Billy was on the bed, as well as the position she was holding herself what had happened. She had been raped. Most likely by every retired Yank on the premises. I tried my best to contain the rage that was welling up. They were all going to die for this one. "It's okay Kid, they're gone now. You made a nice job of it, there are a lot of casualties out there, and we cleaned up pretty good. You don't need to worry at all. You're safe now."