Vin woke from his light doze when he heard a soft knock at the door. In one smooth move he had his sawed off up, and pointed at the door, watching warily. It should be a friend, but it never hurt to be careful. The knob rattled and then the door opened slightly.

"Vin? It's me."

[Ezra. He's back already?] Vin glanced at the shadows cast on the wall and realized he'd been asleep longer than he thought. Judging by the short shadows and bright room, it was nearly noon.

"C'mon in." Vin called out, and lowered his weapon when Ezra slipped in, shutting the door behind him. Vin yawned, and rubbed his eyes with one hand, coming fully awake. "Thought Chris locked that when he left." Vin mumbled.

"I'm sure he did." Ezra grinned at him, green eyes bright with mischief. "I picked the lock."

Vin chuckled greatly relieved to hear such a light tone of voice coming from Ezra. [Sounds like he's doin' all right. Weren't so sure he'd be okay...not with this mornin' an' all.] He smiled warmly at his lover, and pointed vaguely toward the door. "Yer gonna have to show me how ta do that some day."

"Certainly." Ezra raised two fingers in salute. "It is definitely a useful skill. Facilitates entry into nearly anywhere."

Vin rolled his eyes. "You coulda asked Chris for the key."

Ezra shrugged, nonchalantly. "My way was easier." He stepped over to the bed, and sat down gingerly on the edge, perching close to Vin. One hand came up to cup Vin's face, his expression soft. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Vin turned his head, and placed a quick kiss in Ezra's palm. "Was jus' nappin'. No harm done."

Vin grinned. He was glad Ezra was back. Somehow everything thing was better when Ezra was around. "Shouldn't be sleepin' in the middle o' the day anyhow."

Ezra frowned, small lines forming between his brows. "You need the rest."

"Rest?" Vin rolled his eyes and snorted. "Was bored is all."

Ezra raised an eyebrow. "Bored?" He nodded in satisfaction. "Then you've been staying put."

"Yep. Didn't like it, but I've been here all morning. Jus' like ya told me to." Vin looked at Ezra slyly, measuring the man suggestively. "I get some kind o' reward for bein' a good boy?"

"A reward?" Ezra cocked his head to one side, expression serious as though he were considering Vin's question, but his eyes were twinkling. "Well, I suppose that could be arranged."

Vin smiled, offering an invitation. "Ya think so?"

"Oh definitely." Ezra edged a little closer. "With certain conditions, naturally."

Vin raised his eyebrows. He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. "Conditions?"

"On what you wanted for a reward, of course." Ezra grinned at him, dimples flashing briefly. "I can not give you the sun, moon, or stars, but anything else, within my power, is yours."

Vin stared at him, momentarily stunned by that heart-felt, honest declaration. [Man alive. He has such a way with words.] "A kiss." Vin's answer was definite once he recovered his voice.

"A kiss?" Ezra licked his lower lip, and Vin's eyes couldn't help but follow the movement of his tongue. "Are you sure?" Ezra winked at him, a definite leer gracing his features. "Is that all?"

Vin reached out to pull Ezra closer. "For now." He whispered against Ezra's soft lips, before diving in for a deep kiss. He sucked gently on Ezra's tongue, his own tongue dueling lazily for a moment, delighting in the taste and feel. [Never can figure out how come he tastes sweeter'n fresh peaches.]

Vin pulled away with a reluctant sigh. He rested his forehead against Ezra's, cupping his lover's face with both hands. "Missed you."

"Missed you, too." Ezra's voice was a husky whisper.

Vin pulled him to a hug, enjoying the feel of Ezra being so close. With Ezra close to him, Vin breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Everything was right with his world again. He felt like his balance had slipped this morning, his whole world knocked askew by what Ezra had told him. Talking to Chris had helped him regain his some sense of equilibrium. Holding Ezra, now, Vin felt like he had his feet under him again.

"Things were quiet?" [Had to have been. He's back from patrol on time. But it don't hurt to make sure.]

Ezra nodded his head against Vin's shoulder. "No trouble." Ezra sighed softly. Vin could feel a shift in his emotions with that soft sound. "Nathan is still at the Cavanaugh's."

Vin held his lover tighter, wincing at that bit of news. [Aw..hell. Don't bode well fer the baby then.] He knew Ezra had a soft spot for children. The gambler seemed to connect with kids in ways he simply couldn't with adults.

Ezra pulled away. He half-smiled at Vin, green eyes shadowed. "You are all right?"

Vin knew Ezra was asking about more than his physical health. "Yeah." He raised a hand to caress Ezra's cheek with one knuckle. "Talked ta Chris."

"I know." Ezra captured Vin's hand and held it. "Saw him in the livery when I got back."

Vin's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Chris to do that. Vin didn't think Chris would do anything to upset Ezra, but he wasn't sure his friend truly understood just how to walk soft when it came to the gambler. [He wouldn't have done it on purpose, but he still might have upset Ez.] "Chris behave himself?"

Ezra laughed, a light pealing sound of delight. Vin loved hearing Ezra laugh that way. [Need ta find ways ta make him do it more often.]

Vin relaxed slightly. Ezra's laugh had been unforced, and genuine. [Chris couldn't have upset him then. But I didn't really get an answer ta my question.] "C'mon, Ez, tell me he didn't give you any grief?"

Ezra squeezed Vin's hand, still chuckling. "Chris was acting rather out of character. Certainly not what I expected."

"This is a good thing, right?" [Seems ta be, but with Ez ya never can tell.]

"Oh indeed." Ezra leaned in to place a quick kiss on the tip of Vin's nose. "A very good thing." Ezra pulled away, and released Vin's hand. "Now, with Nathan unlikely to return today, perhaps I should see to your leg."

"My leg's fine." It sent him little painful reminders if he moved to quickly, or the wrong way. But other than that, it was fine. He didn't want to draw attention to it. With any luck, he'd be getting out of Chris' room today and back to Ezra's.

Ezra gave him a quelling look, reminding Vin of looks he'd seen some of the mothers in town give their children. "That doesn't mean the bandage should not be changed. And, I would feel immeasurably better if you let me determine for myself the state of your health."

Vin sighed heavily. He wasn't going to win this battle. [Better ta give in now, and take my chances. I fight too hard and he'll think I'm lying.] He flipped the quilt back to reveal his leg. He was still wearing Ezra's silk shorts, and his bandaged thigh was readily visible.

"If it'll make ya feel better, then have at it."

Ezra smiled. He moved over toward the dresser where a pitcher of water and a basin sat. He washed his hands and dried them, before picking up the roll of bandages Nathan had left there last night. Vin watched Ezra deftly undo the old bandage. His touch was light and gentle. Not that Vin expected anything else. The gambler had shown himself to be good at this sort of thing yesterday when he helped Nathan.

Ezra studied Vin's healing wound. He ran a gentle hand over it, almost a ghosting, not really touching. "Hmm... cool. Good." Ezra was murmuring, seemingly more to himself than anything else. "No redness. No pus. Excellent."

Vin glanced at the hole in his leg. It was ugly, but looked like it was healing cleanly. He knew what his lover was looking for. He'd treated enough of his own injuries over the years to be familiar with signs of trouble. Heat, swelling, and discoloration were usually the easiest to recognize.

[No fresh blood. Scabbin' over like it should.] Vin pursed his lips as he studied the wound. [Gonna scar fer sure.] One more scar didn't bother Vin much. He had acquired quite a few of them over the years. [Scars are jus' proof ya lived. Mortal wounds don't let ya live long enough ta get a scar.]

He flexed his thigh experimentally, pleased with how well it responded, despite the sudden rush of pain. Ezra shook a finger at him. "No more of that, Vin Tanner."

"Jus' checkin' ta see if it worked all right."

Ezra shook his head, sending a sharp look at Vin, clearly not pleased with Vin's reason. "Be still." The command was gentle, but still a command none the less. Vin sat unmoving while Ezra bandaged his leg with a clean cloth.

"You've had practice at this?" Ezra's deft moves suggested as much.

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "Once or twice."

Vin raised an eyebrow. "War?"

Ezra dipped his head, eyes focused on securing the bandage in place. "Before, during and after."

Vin nodded. He could easily say the same. Although, for the most part it was his own injuries he treated. Vin had a feeling Ezra had a fair amount of practice treating others.

"Ya ever think of helpin' Nate?"

Ezra looked up, green eyes showing surprise. "I sincerely doubt Mr. Jackson would welcome my assistance."

"Don't think that's personal, Ez." Vin offered, although, with Nathan it could be hard to tell. "Nate don't think any o' us are... uh...qualified."

Ezra nodded slightly. "And he may well be right. Rudimentary skills are the best I could lay claim too. I would likely only get in his way."

[Don't know what rudimentary means, but ya seem ta know what you're doin' jus' fine ta me.] "Nate let you help last night." Vin pointed out. "An' ya didn't get in the way."

"A unique set of circumstances to be sure." Ezra waggled his eyebrows at Vin, eyes twinkling. "I believe Mr. Jackson labors under the delusion that you are more cooperative in my presence. I can't imagine why he would think that?"

Vin shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. He was better behaved for Ezra. He knew how much it hurt to watch someone you loved suffer. Found out the hard way just last month when Ezra had been nearly strangled by a would-be bank robber. So he drank Nathan's stinky teas, and let him poke and prod, if it would make things easier for Ezra, Vin would cooperate. [Ez does the same thing. Quite a pair, the two o' us.]

"And Mr. Jackson's feelings not-withstanding, I have no desire to practice medicine on any one." Ezra patted his leg lightly, making sure the bandage was smooth, not too loose or too tight. "I am not well suited to humanitarian work. My bed side manner is abysmal."

"Abysmal?" Vin frowned. "What's that mean?"

"Dreadful."

Vin pursed his lips. He didn't think there was anything abysmal about Ezra. Before he got the chance to speak that his mind on the subject, Ezra was already straightening up, and moving away toward the dresser.

"Would you like to put your pants on?"

Vin nodded eagerly. He didn't mind wearing Ezra's silk shorts, but felt better wearing his own pants. "Woulda put 'em on 'fore now, but I couldn't find 'em."

Ezra's expression, when he turned around holding Vin's pants in his hands, was far too innocent for Vin to believe. [Figures he'd hide 'em somewhere. Knows full well, I'd stay put rather than parade around town in these things he loaned me. Sneaky son-of-a-bitch. Gotta love a man who looks out for my own good.]

Ezra offered him his pants. They had been cleaned, and repaired. Vin raised his brows. "When ya get this done? Better yet, how? You weren't carryin' anything when ya left this mornin'. And I didn't see you bring 'em in with you."

Ezra smiled slightly, and shrugged. "Magic."

Ezra refused to give Vin any other answer. He helped Vin slip into his pants, after suggesting Vin leave the shorts on for now saying it would make disrobing for Nathan less of a trial later. Vin felt better almost immediately. It just hadn't felt right to be only half dressed. [Least wise not when I know we got company comin' sometime today.] A knock at the door seemed timed just to prove his point.

"Vin? Ezra? It's Chris."

"Just a moment, Mr. Larabee." Ezra called out. He helped Vin repositioned himself, now thankfully totally dressed, on top of the blankets, and straightened the bed a bit, before moving toward the door. He opened it, and with a flourish waved his hand in a gesture that welcomed Chris into the room. Vin's stomach rumbled loudly when he caught a whiff of what Chris was carrying.

"Lunch?"

Chris nodded. "Yep. Got roast beef, mashed potatoes, and green beans."

Vin sat up further. "Gravy?"

"Naturally." Chris set the tray down on the dresser. He uncovered a plate, and handed it to Ezra. Ezra immediately passed it off to Vin. Chris frowned. With a stern look, he handed the second plate to Ezra. "Eat that."

Ezra sighed, and took the plate. He moved to sit on the bed, next to Vin. Chris took the chair, holding his own plate. Vin moved his plate so that it rested next to Ezra's. He used his fork to push the green beans on his plate over to Ezra's.

Ezra raised an eyebrow at him. Vin shrugged. "Don't like green beans."

Ezra smirked. "And all this time, I assumed there was nothing you would not devour."

"Don't like liver either." Vin stated. He shot a questioning look toward Ezra. He knew Ezra tended to eat small meals, and preferred his food to be well cooked, but he'd never heard him absolutely refuse anything based on a taste preference. He'd voiced numerous complaints about the quality, but usually not about the actual food choices available. "Anythin' you won't eat?"

"Asparagus." Ezra cocked his head to one side. He made a face of distaste. "And I positively loathe okra."

Vin looked at Chris, curious to learn if his friend had any dislikes. It wasn't something that ever came up before. "What 'bout you, Cowboy?"

"Beets. Grits." Chris sighed. "And I really hate yams." Chris shook his head slightly. "My momma tried to get me to eat 'em, but I always fed 'em to the dog under the table."

Vin grinned. He had no trouble at all picturing Chris as a kid trying to avoid eating yams. [Sounds like him.]

Chris grinned back at him. "Eat your lunch." Chris admonished, pointing his fork at Vin as though he were threatening him with it.

Vin tucked in, finding he was hungrier than he thought. Breakfast seemed like a very long time ago. As Vin ate, he watched Ezra nibble at the beans. The cardsharp seemed content to just push the potatoes around on his plate, and hadn't taken a single bite of his roast beef. Vin shared a look with Chris. They both knew the gambler tended to be a picky eater, but this was more than that. Ezra always ate less when he was nervous or worried. It was probably the only definite, and consistent, tell they were aware of.

Vin's jaw tightened. He knew Ezra hadn't eaten well while he was away. The gambler was definitely thinner than when Vin had left. Vin had a feeling all Ezra might have eaten last night was a piece of pie. It was all Vin had seen him consume, and he wouldn't put it past Ezra to have skipped dinner. The gambler hadn't really been gone very long before he'd come back with hot water and two pieces of pie.

Chris looked at Vin, and nodded slightly, letting him know he'd back whatever move Vin made. [I'm not gonna let him starve himself over this. Would consider making Buck and Josiah wait, but I think waitin' would jus' make it worse for Ez.] Decision made, Vin bumped Ezra's shoulder. "Ez?"

"Yes?" Ezra looked up.

"Quit playin' with that. Yer s'posed to eat it."

Ezra sighed. "I'm not hungry, Vin."

"Don't care if yer hungry." Vin stated calmly, trying to sound reasonable. "Ya need ta eat."

Ezra looked away. Vin watched him, waiting. [All else fails, I'm gonna tie him down and force feed him. Don't want to do that. Really don't want to.] "Please, Ezra. Don't want you getting sick."

"I won't--"

"Ya will if ya aren't eatin'." Vin insisted, his voice soft, but firm. He'd used that same tone of voice to good effect in the past. Ezra never responded positively to being insulted, cussed at or ordered about. Not that anyone really responded positively to those things, but Ezra could be stubborn like no one else Vin had ever met. [Like working a green colt...take yer time, give 'im a chance ta think it though, and encourage 'im to do what ya want him to. Ya don't get anywhere forcing it.]

Vin waited a beat. "Know ya didn't eat good while I was away. Body can only go so long like that." He left the fact that he needed Ezra to be whole and healthy unspoken, but he knew Ezra understood what he didn't say.

Vin could see Ezra waver. The gambler closed his eyes, and nodded. He reluctantly ate a bite of beef. Vin kept watching him, silently encouraging him, until Ezra had eaten all of the beans, most of the potatoes and half the beef. Ezra handed Vin his plate.

"I simply can't ingest anymore."

Vin took the half-empty plate. He handed it off to Chris. "Good enough." He was actually surprised that Ezra had eaten as much as he had.

Vin captured Ezra's hand and held it. "It's gonna be okay. Honest."

Ezra sent a wary look toward Chris, and seemed to relax when the gunslinger didn't say or do anything about their joined hands. Chris calmly stacked the three plates, and then rose to return the plates to the tray. "Don't need to worry, Ezra. Vin and I will see to it that everything goes smoothly."

Ezra raised an eyebrow, and shot an incredulous look toward Vin. "You must have had some conversation this morning." Ezra whispered, just loud enough for Vin to hear, but not loud enough to carry to Chris.

Vin smiled, and squeezed Ezra's hand. "You have no idea." He whispered back.

Chris gave them both a stern look. "You two stay here. I'll take this stuff back, and round up Buck and Josiah while I'm at it."

Vin could feel a faint tremble in the hand he still held. He squeezed. [It will be okay. Even if I have to kill someone ta make it that way.]

Josiah had woken up early, as he usually did. But on this day, he never left the sanctuary of the church. He had forgone breakfast, preferring to fast. Needing the quiet and solitude of the church, he'd spent nearly every minute on his knees from the time he rolled out of bed praying for guidance and forgiveness. He had focused on his own conduct, examining every detail, every thought and motive. The insight he'd gained didn't really please him, but it did give him what he was looking for.

Josiah sighed deeply. He levered himself off the floor, and rubbed his aching knees. He was too old to spend so much time on his knees any more. Josiah regarded his pain philosophically. [If I had thought first and acted second, I wouldn't have needed such a painful reminder. Penance earned and richly deserved.]

The big man eased himself into the pew, and stared vacantly at the cross hanging before him. Over the past few hours, he had come to understand more of what Buck had said to him last night. 'It isn't about you.' [Indeed, brother. Truer words were never spoken.]

In his desire to forge a closer bond with Ezra, Josiah had completely overlooked how the younger man might feel about his paternal leanings. [The boy is long past the age when a father is wanted or needed. I should not have pushed so hard. Or so blindly.]

Josiah sighed. In his conversations with Maude, Ezra's father never came up. The fact that Maude had been married more than once did. [Maybe the boy has just had one father too many.]

Josiah shook his head. None of that really mattered. The reasons were immaterial. Ezra had stated his preference, and Josiah had consistently ignored it. It shamed the big man to think he had run roughshod over someone he professed to care a great deal about. And he did care about Ezra.

[Not that my actions have shown that.] Josiah rubbed one hand tiredly over his face. He had promised himself he would abandon his self-pity, and it was time to act on that resolution. [I need to be able to make peace with Ezra. The only way to do that is to find a way past this.]

Unbidden, Josiah's mind readily conjured up a picture of Ezra from the previous evening, gun out, pointed at him, ready and willing to fire, determined to be heard. Another image rose to join it. One of Josiah's father, standing at the pulpit spouting yet another fire and brimstone speech, castigating his son for failing to be more righteous, more upright, more the man he deemed worthy. Josiah remembered as a child feeling the desire to escape at all cost, a willingness to do almost anything just to make his father stop. He closed his eyes against both images realizing that they had far more in common than he wanted to admit.

Josiah leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He had wanted more from Ezra than just friendship. He tried to force a deeper bond than Ezra was willing to allow. Just like his father, Josiah had been deaf to Ezra's repeated requests that he cease and desist. In his heart, Josiah knew full well, that had he not forced it, the deeper bond he had wanted so badly would have forged naturally. All that had been required was for him to give it time, and to respect Ezra's wishes.

[Will just have to start over.] Josiah nodded to himself. [If it were too late, Ezra would have shot me.] The former preacher took a deep breath. [Just need to listen more. Pay attention, and stop treating him like his opinion, and wishes, don't matter. Treat him the way I do the others. Give him the space he wants...needs.] The Golden Rule came to mind.

Josiah wished he had some idea of when Ezra would be willing to talk to him. He no longer wanted answers, and no longer felt he even had the right to them. Ezra had been correct when he said Josiah had taken so much on faith. Nearly everything in his life he had tried accept, tolerate, adjust to, or made allowances for so that he could live peaceably. Everything and everyone except for Ezra.

From him, Josiah had unwittingly demanded explanations, insisted on clarification. It was only to Ezra that Josiah had turned a deaf ear, and a blind eye. He no longer felt he was in a position to ask for reasons, or justification. His own actions had negated his right on that issue. Had he not overridden Ezra, and pushed where he wasn't wanted, last night would never have happened. Josiah recognized his part in that fiasco, and wanted to consider it a lesson learned. He wanted a chance to move forward, but wasn't certain if it would be given.

Chris promised Ezra time, and there was really no telling how long that would be. [Not to mention, it may well be Chris will be the only one he'll talk to.] Josiah's heart twisted at the thought of having lost any chance to make it right. [No! No. It isn't too late. Never too late.] Josiah latched on to that thought, and prayed fervently that he wasn't wrong. He needed the chance to tell Ezra he was sorry. That what had happened was not the younger man's fault.

Josiah looked up when the door of the church creaked open. Buck sauntered in. The ladies man looked at Josiah, his eyes assessing the bigger man with a frank appraisal.

"Josiah...you get any sleep last night?"

"Some." There was no point in lying. He'd spent a fair bit of the night tossing and turning, wrestling with his inner demons.

Buck nodded, clearly not surprised by the answer. "C'mon then."

"Where?"

"Ran inta Chris at the restaurant. He said Ezra wanted ta talk to us."

Josiah felt hope swell in his chest. "Us?"

"Yeah, us." Buck slapped him lightly on the arm. "As in you and me."

Josiah rose to his feet. He followed Buck outside. He was momentarily surprised when instead of heading for the saloon, Buck made for the boarding house. "Buck, where did Ezra say he wanted to talk to us?"

"Chris' room. Vin wants to be there." Buck shrugged, seemingly unconcerned. Josiah envied the ladies man's relaxed attitude. He wished he felt as blasé about this meeting as Buck seemed to be. There was just too much at stake for him to take it lightly.

Josiah thought it made sense for Vin to be present. The tracker was able to reach Ezra last night. And Chris made a point of leaving Ezra with Vin. [Seems ta me that means Vin knows more than the rest of us already. He likely wants to be there to support Ezra. And as much as it pains me to consider it, Vin might think he has to be there to protect Ezra from me.]

Josiah swallowed hard at that thought. It hurt worse to think that Ezra might feel the need to be protected from him. He sighed silently, vowing to stay true to the resolutions he'd made earlier, and kept pace with Buck as they headed up the street.

[Wonder how Vin is feeling this morning?] Josiah felt a momentary flash of shame. He hadn't even thought to check on his wounded companion. Although, given the dagger-like looks he'd gotten from Vin before leaving the room last night, it was probably just as well that Josiah hadn't stopped in to see him. [That boy tends to protect those he considered friends with a fierceness that borders on frightening.]

When they reached the boarding house, Chris was leaning against the porch railing, an unlit cigar in his mouth. He tipped his head to both of them. "Buck. Josiah."

"Chris." Buck and Josiah answered together.

Chris pulled a match from his pocket and struck it, lighting his cigar. He puffed on it once, looking steadily at Josiah. "You got your head on straight?"

There was no malice in the question. But it was direct, and unflinching. Josiah had no doubt that if he gave the wrong answer, Chris would refuse him entry. He clamped down hard on the anger that flared in him. It was insulting to be taken to task by a man more than ten years his junior. He reminded himself forcibly that it was a valid concern. None of them wanted a repeat of last night. And his wallowing in self-pity in the saloon hadn't spoken well of him.

In a moment of insight, Josiah realized he was more embarrassed than angry. It was his own fault that Chris even had cause to ask. Forcing himself to make eye contact and hold it, putting aside his anger and embarrassment, Josiah nodded. He knew the gunslinger was doing what he felt was best, and having followed the man this far, Josiah figured he might as well continue to let the younger man lead.

"All right then." Chris puffed his cigar again. "Let's go hear what the man has to say." He turned and headed inside. Buck waved a hand, letting Josiah precede him.

Chris rapped his knuckles lightly against door. Ezra opened the door a moment later. Josiah studied him carefully as Chris and Buck stepped in. [Boy sure looks better today.] The big man was somewhat disappointed that Ezra's expression was blandly neutral. He could read nothing from it. [Not that I ever really could. Unnatural for a man to have that much control over himself.]

Ezra moved to stand near the head of the bed, near where Vin was sitting in the bed. He leaned casually against the wall, but Josiah didn't miss the look that passed between the gambler and the tracker. It was a request for reassurance and it seemed to be freely given. They didn't physically touch, but there was no mistaking a connection existed between them.

Buck stepped to the left of the door, and took up a position similar to Ezra's by leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. Chris sat at the foot of the bed, leaving the chair for Josiah. Josiah stepped toward it hesitantly. The chair had been moved so that it was now almost in the center of the room. The ex-preacher wasn't entirely comfortable taking what amounted to being the center of attention, but it was obvious that's where he was expected to sit.

Ezra smiled slightly. "Have no fear, Mr. Sanchez, this will not be an execution. Nor will judgement be passed." He waved an elegant hand toward the chair. "Please...sit."

Josiah looked dubious, but sat down. He faced Ezra, and tried to ignore the assessing looks he was getting from Vin. The tracker reminded him of a mountain lion stalking its prey. The look from Chris was only slightly better.

Ezra took a deep breath, and straightened, pulling away from the wall to face Josiah squarely. "Mr. Sanchez, my behavior last night was inexcusable."

"No, Ezra. It wasn't your--"

The gambler held up a hand, stopping Josiah from saying anything else. "I would have killed you, Mr. Sanchez. Make no mistake." Ezra's jade green eyes regarded him calmly, unflinching. He wasn't apologizing, merely stating a fact. "That I may have felt there was just cause to warrant such an extreme action is immaterial. The fact remains, I was very close to terminating your existence."

Josiah swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."

"As am I, Mr. Sanchez, also very sorry about what occurred." Ezra's expression soften, warming into something far more open than it had been just a moment ago. It eased some of the tightness Josiah had felt in his chest ever since Buck had some to the church to get him.

"Shouldn't have happened." Josiah tried to convey how much he regretted his actions through that statement.

"No. It should not have." Ezra agreed. "However, the fault is not entirely yours." Ezra again held up a hand stopping Josiah from speaking. "You were the catalyst, but the entire reaction was by no means solely your fault."

The look on Vin's face clearly said he disagreed with that sentiment. Chris looked slightly more forgiving. Josiah still blamed himself, even if neither Ezra nor Chris seemed to. It may not have been entirely his fault, but Ezra wasn't to blame either.

"Catalyst?" Buck asked quietly. Josiah had almost forgotten he was there.

Ezra's gaze flickered toward Buck. "Dynamite by itself is not always dangerous. It can often be bandied about harmlessly. However, use the right catalyst," Ezra shrugged, "say a match, and it becomes explosive."

"So you were like dynamite?"

Ezra tipped his head. "And Mr. Sanchez unwittingly provided the appropriate spark to--"

"Make ya explode." Buck finished for him.

"Exactly."

Chris spoke softly, his tone encouraging, non-judgemental. "And none of us really want to have that happen again. It's why we're here."

Chris' tone might be reassuring, but Vin had yet to completely thaw. The big man was uncomfortable being under the silent, unwavering gaze of the tracker on the bed. He didn't know what the Texan was looking for, but he hoped Vin found it soon. The stare was beginning to unnerve Josiah.

Ezra sighed. "Mr. Larabee is correct. A repeat of last night is desirous to no one. The best way to prevent such a reoccurrence is to explain why it happened in the first place. Forewarned is forearmed."

"I don't need to know." Josiah shook his head. He'd already made that mistake.

Ezra raised an eyebrow. "But you still WANT to know." The statement was issued half challenge and half question.

Josiah opened his mouth to deny it, but snapped it shut again. He couldn't lie. He did want to know. It was obvious that Chris and Vin knew already. If he were honest with himself, Josiah didn't like being left out. He also didn't want to make the same mistake twice, but he couldn't say for certain what it was exactly that he had done wrong. [Best to know the reason. If I can avoid the cause, then I won't have to avoid the affect in the future.]

Ezra sent a look toward Vin. Josiah could almost see a conversation going on between them. The tracker nodded, and Ezra's attention shifted back to Josiah. He studied the older man for several minutes. Just when Josiah was beginning to think Ezra had changed his mind, the gambler began to speak.

"You must understand, Mr. Sanchez, that over the course of my life, I have had many would be paternal figures." Ezra smiled sadly, green eyes dulled by some dark emotion. "Not all of them were what most would consider well suited to the task."

"Which means what exactly?" Buck asked.

Vin shifted slightly. He looked as though he wanted to answer the question, but Chris laid a hand his leg, and shook his head slightly. The gunslinger pointed toward Ezra with his chin. Josiah understood the message, just as quickly as Vin had. It was Ezra's story, let him tell it.

If Ezra was aware of that by-play he didn't show it. He answered Buck's question with one of his own. "You are familiar with how Mr. Grayson treated his wife?"

Buck nodded. Ezra looked at him, and waited. Josiah made the connection even faster than Buck.

It took Josiah less time because he had been a witness at Eric Grayson's murder trial four months ago.

Grayson had lived in the area for years. He frequently came to town, usually getting roaring drunk, and often violent when he did. No one really thought much of it, seeing him as just a man who couldn't hold his liquor. Usually one of the peacekeepers threw him in jail to sleep it off.

In all the time he lived near Four Corners, Eric rarely brought his wife to town. Evelyn Grayson was a small woman, with warm brown eyes, who seemed very shy, almost reclusive. She was very soft spoken, and never seemed to make eye contact. Riding on patrol, Josiah had made a point of stopping in to visit her just to check to she how she was doing. Evelyn was hesitant to visit with the peacekeeper, and always encouraged him to be on his way before her husband appeared. It had seemed odd to Josiah, but he hadn't questioned her about it. He never saw Evelyn without a cut or bruise of some kind. She claimed to be clumsy, prone to accidents. She remained true to that claim, right up to the day when Eric beat her to death.

Josiah paled thinking about the way she had looked when they found her. She was nearly unrecognizable. Eric was drunk at the time. He had ranted and raved about how it was her wanton ways that caused it. She was always making eyes at other men. He couldn't trust her to be true to him. Insisted he had to keep her at the ranch to keep her faithful. He said he'd been trying to beat the devil out of her for years. He seemed morbidly proud of the fact that he had finally succeeded.

"Please tell me it was never that bad." Josiah whispered in a hoarse plea. [Please dear God. How could someone do such a thing to a child? A spanking is one thing...but to beat an innocent?]

Ezra shifted uncomfortably, putting himself closer to where Vin now sat near the edge of the bed. Josiah hadn't even been aware of Vin moving so that he now sat within arm's reach of Ezra. Ezra shrugged his shoulders, as though trying to ease some tension that had taken up residence.

"Obviously it was never that extreme," Ezra said, his voice overly calm, totally lacking inflection. "I would not be standing here before you if it had been."

"But it was close." Buck said, a stricken look on his face. The happy go lucky ladies man looked a little green. His hands were bunched into fists.

Ezra licked his lips, and looked away. "Suffice it to say...there were incidents of sufficient frequency, and severity, as to have made me extremely wary of unwanted physical contact. A habit that persists, despite the fact I am now fully equipped to defend myself. And even when no threat to my person is intended."

Josiah winced, and hung his head. [I just kept pushing all those buttons. Invaded his space. Made him feel vulnerable, threatened. Lord! It is a wonder he didn't blow up sooner.]

Ezra's expression turned wry. "I have a similar revulsion to being addressed as 'son', although for slightly different reasons."

Ezra cleared his throat, his eyes focused on a spot on the far wall. "Last night I was overwrought, and tired. Combined with my past experience, I reacted badly. It does me no credit, that in such a state, I mistook Josiah for one of my past paternal figures. And lashed out accordingly. I was rather...more forceful in stating my case than the situation required."

Ezra shuddered, his face paling slightly. Vin reached out to touch his arm, drawing Ezra's attention to him. The ice in his eyes had melted, warming from the silver white that had been boring into Josiah, to a sky blue as he studied the gambler. "You okay?"

Ezra nodded. "Fine." The succinct reply indicated he was anything but fine. Still, no one in the room called him on it. Ezra took a deep breath. He refocused his attention on Josiah.

"I bear you no ill-will, Josiah. Please believe me. I deeply regret my actions last night."

Josiah relaxed at hearing Ezra use his first name. [Twice now. He's used it twice.] He hugged that fact to him, and hoped it was a positive sign.

"You're not angry with me then?" Josiah wanted to be very clear about that.

"No." Ezra smiled. "It was never you. It is not your fault that you bear a resemblance to someone of less sterling character and gentle nature than yourself. Had I explained myself sooner, much of what transpired could have been avoided."

"You shouldn't have to explain, Ezra." Josiah closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. "I should have been a better friend." [Enough self-pity, old man. You've been given a second chance. Do not waste it.] He opened his eyes, startled when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He looked up into Ezra's pensive eyes.

"Given how badly I behaved the previous evening, I'll understand if you no longer wish to continue our association, Mr. Sanchez. Having a fellow peacekeeper assault you is hardly conducive to a positive work environment. Miscreants and villains provide ample hostility without my adding to it."

"What?" Josiah surged out of the chair, afraid Ezra was planning to leave. Ezra immediately backed away, moving well out of arm's reach. Chris also came to his feet, eyes darting from one man to the other, trying to gauge the need to intervene. Vin swung both legs off the bed, just as ready as Chris to protect and defend Ezra. Buck stepped closer, moving away from the wall.

Josiah held up both hands palm out, letting the smaller man know he had meant no harm. He focused on Ezra, ignoring Chris, Vin and Buck. Ezra was more important. The gambler watched him with wary eyes, but Josiah was relieved to see he hadn't drawn a weapon.

"I'm sorry, so...Ezra. Didn't mean to startle you."

Ezra nodded. He waved a hand in a dismissive motion. "No harm done." He made a 'stay' gesture with his hand toward Vin, keeping the tracker on the bed, before sending a rueful glance at Josiah. "I am a bit... jumpy."

"Not without good reason." Josiah sighed. "Your offer took me by surprise. Wasn't expecting that." The former preacher admitted with a shake of his head. He looked toward Chris, sending an apology with his eyes for moving so suddenly and startling Ezra. Chris nodded, letting Josiah know he understood this was unfamiliar territory for all of them. Josiah wasn't sure if he was up to facing the wrath he thought would be lurking in Vin's eyes. He felt Buck move forward to stand next to him. A hand patted his shoulder, and squeezed. [Bless you, Brother.]

"I don't want you to leave." Josiah stated firmly. "I don't want you to quit, either."

Ezra pursed his lips, watching Josiah suspiciously, clearly looking for the angle. "What do you want?"

"A chance to start over." Josiah said softly. "Start out fresh."

Ezra nodded slowly. "I, too, would appreciate the opportunity to wipe the slate clean."

Josiah grinned. [Thank you, God.] He held out his right hand. "Josiah Sanchez."

Ezra hesitated for just a second, eyebrows raised. His eyes lit up with their usual inner amusement, even though his countenance remained unchanged. He shook Josiah's hand. "Ezra P. Standish. A pleasure to meet you, sir."

Josiah chuckled. He successfully resisted the urge to bow. He sobered slightly, blue eyes still focused on Ezra. "Are we okay?" He made a meaningless gesture with his hand trying to grasp the right words to explain himself. "I know this is just the first step, but I want to make sure we're headed in the right direction before we get too far." [Not like we did the last time, with me thinkin' one thing and him thinkin' another.]

"I believe so." Ezra smiled. "Only time will tell, but this is an auspicious beginning. And I do believe we are headed in the right direction."

Josiah nodded. It had certainly gone better than he expected. [Far better than I dared hope.] He had wanted to pull the smaller man into a tight hug, but restrained himself. [Maybe one day. But not today.]

Josiah glanced toward Chris. The gunslinger smiled slightly and tipped his head. It was enough to let Josiah know the other man had accepted this resolution, and was comfortable with it. A peaceful solution was what they all wanted.

With a bit more apprehension he looked at Vin. The tracker regarded him steadily. He didn't look angry or hostile, simply resolute. "Long as it don't happen again." Vin stated softly, a promise easily discernible.

Josiah understood. [Vin is just looking out for Ezra. Every man should have a friend that sticks by him. It doesn't appear that Ezra has had much of that in the past.] Josiah hoped that he'd have the chance to prove himself worthy of the same level of trust that Ezra had placed in Vin.

Buck slapped him on the back. "Glad that's settled then." The lanky cowboy sounded almost as relieved as Josiah felt. Josiah realized Buck had been more nervous about this meeting than he'd let on.

"As am I, Mr. Wilmington." Ezra said with a small smile. "As am I."

Josiah straightened. "I better get to work." He had afternoon patrol, and he was already late. Josiah moved toward the door. [Sooner we get back on an even keel the better. Best way ta do that is to move forward. Take it a day at a time.]

He halted at the door, and turned back around. "Ezra?"

"Yes, Mr. Sanchez?"

"Will you be eatin' with us tonight?"

Ezra looked at him, a small frown forming between his brows. "I had intended to."

"Good." Josiah nodded, pleased. Getting back on an even keel meant doing some of the things they normally did and that included eating together. "I'll see you then."

Ezra smiled and raised to fingers to his forehead in his characteristic salute. "Until then, Mr. Sanchez."

Josiah stepped outside and took a deep breath. He sent a small prayer of thanks heavenward. He asked for strength that he not fall back into old habits, and help in staying true to his resolutions. [A clean slate...a new beginning...a second chance.] The day suddenly seemed brighter than it had.

Buck watched Josiah leave. He was pleased that kicked puppy look was gone. He'd been worried that things might not work out as well as they had. Josiah looked like he'd done some deep thinking last night, and Buck had been pleased to see he wasn't wallowing in self-pity but looking forward. [Things woulda been a damn sight different he'd been the same way today that he was last night. And if Ezra hadn't been as willin' ta let it go.]

He glanced toward Ezra. "Was a good thing ya did."

Ezra raised an eyebrow. "What was?"

"Agreeing ta start over. Clean slate." Buck paused for a beat. "That, and tellin' him why. Know ya didn't have to. But it sure makes things easier for him knowin' it weren't him that you were upset with. Josiah needed that."

Buck felt his respect for the gambler go up a notch. [Don't think I'd a been able ta tell anybody that. No way in hell. An' I'm sure this ain't the first time today he's had to go over this. Weren't neither Vin or Chris looking too surprised by what Ezra had ta say. Leastwise they didn't look as kicked in the gut as I felt.]

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "There really was no other option, Mr. Wilmington."

Buck snorted. [If anyone would know what choices were ta be had, it'd be Ezra. Boy can always see all the angles] "Yeah, there was. Jus' real glad ya picked the one ya did."

Ezra tipped his head in acknowledgement of Buck's statement. "All is well that ends well. Or so I've been told."

Buck rubbed the back of his neck. There was something still bothering him. He wasn't sure if he should ask or not. Chris' had made it sound that all they would get here today was what Ezra was willing to give. [Only one way to find out if he'd be willing to give me more. They'll tell me no if its off limits.]

Taking the bull by the horns, Buck asked, "Y'all mind if I ask a question?"

Chris looked askance at Ezra. Clearly the decision was up to the younger man. Vin and Ezra traded a look. [Would love to know what they are sayin' with jus' their eyes like that. Hell, I thought it was jus' Chris and Vin who did that damn talkin' without sayin' a word.]

Vin lifted one shoulder in an eloquent shrug, clearly leaving it up to Ezra. The gambler cocked his head, biting his lower lip before nodding sharply once. He resumed leaning against the wall, his pose was relaxed but Buck could feel some tension radiating from him. Ezra gestured toward the chair. "Have a seat."

Buck eyed the chair. [Can see why Josiah wasn't too keen on sittin' there. Feels weird bein' in the center o' the room.] Buck turned it around so he straddled the seat, and leaned crossed arms across the back, facing Ezra. He'd much rather be pacing, but having seen Ezra's reaction to Josiah's sudden movement earlier, Buck figured sitting would probably be for the best.

Chris sat back down on the bed, and waited, puffing once on his still burning cigar. Vin stayed within arm's reach of Ezra. Buck caught the warning look Vin sent his way. He would tread lightly or else. Buck nodded, letting Vin know he got the message. He wasn't planning to upset the gambler. [Tricky part will be stickin' ta the plan. Won't know if I'm gonna upset him until I get there. Jus' have to take it slow and easy.]

Buck decided to start an item Ezra had already covered before moving forward. "Ya said there were several father types who weren't real good at the job."

Ezra nodded. "Yes, there were."

"And ya said it happened..." Buck hesitated searching for the words Ezra had used. "With sufficient frequency. Means it happened more than once, right?"

Ezra hesitated for a moment before answering, his brow furrowed slightly. "Yes."

Buck took a breath and ordered his thoughts. He wanted to understand what had gone on. Needed to understand so that he could watch out in the future, and prevent what happened last night from ever happening again. He couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was a lot Ezra had left out. [He told us the bare bones, but that don't mean it's enough to keep things from getting out of hand in the future. And even though Chris and Vin seem ta know a lot more, that don't mean they'll be around the next time.]

Josiah and Ezra might have come to some sort of agreement, but the habits of a lifetime didn't change that quickly. Or at least they never had in Buck's experience. He knew Josiah might have been inclined to ask more questions, if the bigger man wasn't so concerned with getting back on even keel with Ezra. [Or quite so taken with Maude. Doubt he's ever gonna see her as doin' wrong. Man is just too taken with her.]

Buck took a breath. He licked his lips nervously. [Ain't no way ta ask this but ta just spit it out.] "So where the hell was Maude when all this was goin' on?" He flung out a hand adding emphasis to the question, keeping himself seated with an effort. He couldn't imagine a mother over looking someone beating her child. His own mother had defended him with all the ferocity of a mother grizzly when she thought he needed her protection.

"When she was here, she made it sound like you two were together all the time. Why didn't she do anything?" Buck felt a flare of anger, and added another question, hoping it would explain things. "Or was they beatin' on her too?"

The thought of a woman being beaten made Buck as livid as the thought of a child suffering the same way. Women were to be treated with respect and courtesy. They were what made life worth living, added beauty and grace to the world, and it would be wrong to treat them any other way. And children were precious. Buck still remembered Chris' son, Adam, as a bright light in his life. The boy had made him feel like there was nothing he couldn't do. Adam trusted him completely and he had tried his level best to live up to it.

Ezra smiled tightly. "My mother was where she has always been during the events of great import in my life... elsewhere. We were not together all the time as my mother implied. We were not even together most of the time."

Buck shook his head, not understanding. [That don't make sense.] "But if she were married ta these fellas--"

"She wasn't married to them, Mr. Wilmington." Ezra interrupted, his tone cool as he corrected Buck's assumption. "I said they were paternal figures. They were not step-fathers. Each was the man of the house wherever I happened to be residing at the time. The authority figure, a surrogate father, if you will, acting out a part for so long as it suited them."

Buck turned that idea over in his mind. He could understand the concept. At the house where he grew up there were a lot of men who came to call. Some of them would take the time to act fatherly toward him. At least while the girls were busy with someone else. None of them ever paid attention to him for long, a fact that as he grew older, he was grateful for.

Buck looked toward Chris, wondering if he should continue. His old friend's look clearly left it up to him, but repeated Vin's earlier warning to tread lightly. Buck nodded. Message received. He really only had one more question.

"Did Maude know?" [Maybe she just wasn't aware it was goin' on. Ez said she wasn't there much, so maybe she missed it.]

Ezra shrugged. "If she does not it is because she did not wish to."

Buck frowned. He looked toward Chris again, hoping for some guidance on how to interpret that answer. The gunslinger's jaw tightened. Buck was surprised he didn't hear teeth grinding. He cast a quick glance toward Vin, but Vin's gaze was on Ezra. The tracker was watching Ezra like a hawk. [No help there.]

"You didn't tell her?" Buck asked, feeling his way though what Ezra had said.

Ezra's mouth quirked upward in a sardonic smile. "No. I didn't tell her."

"Why not?" Buck demanded, shocked that Ezra hadn't spoken up. There was nothing he wouldn't have told his mother. They shared nearly everything while he was growing up. She was the guiding force in his life almost to the day she died. [Maude woulda been able to do something about it. Put a stop to it if she knew. It's what momma's are s'posed to do.]

Ezra shook his head, his expression turning self-mocking. "It didn't matter, nor was it important."

"Huh?" Buck shook his head. That answer didn't clear up anything. "How the hell could it not be important?" [This makes less sense by the minute.] "What'd ya mean it didn't matter? O' course, it mattered."

Ezra's eyes fixed Buck in place. There was a bleakness in those green orbs Buck had never seen before. It scared him. "Were it important, I'm sure my mother would have asked how it came about that I managed to blacken both eyes at the same time. Or questioned how I broke ribs on both my right and left side. Found it curious as to why my bruises seemed to always be shaped like a hand." Ezra shrugged. The gesture lacked the usual grace and easy movement that typified the gambler's usual movements.

"I frequently wore the evidence on my person. It was there for her to see whenever she deigned to allow me time in her company." Ezra took a deep breath, and then another. He seemed to be having some trouble maintaining control. Something Buck could sympathize with. Sitting still right now was rating as one of the hardest things he'd ever done. He wanted to shout, to hit something, to hurt someone but stayed seated, fingers gripping the chair with a white-knuckled hold.

Ezra continued, his expression completely blank, eyes now firmly fixed on the far wall. "There is no one I've yet met with a sharper eye for details than my mother, Mr. Wilmington. And yet, she never asked. Not once. It only concerned her when excuses for my appearance were needed. Many believed me a clumsy, accident prone child."

Buck swallowed hard. "Why didn't she just keep you with her?" [Keep you safe like she should have.]

Ezra shrugged. "A child can be rather inconvenient, Mr. Wilmington. Mother needed her freedom." Ezra's voice stayed painfully neutral. He could be discussing the weather for all the more inflection his voice held.

"She always told me that she'd done her best to find some place suitable. That I should not fuss too much, or be a nuisance. She counseled me to that I would do well to count my blessings such nice, charitable people would be willing to take me in during her hour of need. I was under no circumstances to behave in any fashion that would cause them to reconsider their generous offer. If they felt my actions required punishment, then as a gentlemen in training, I was to endure with the good grace I would be expected to display later as an adult."

Buck rocked back in his seat, and stared at Ezra. He looked away, and was caught in Vin's gaze. He knew right then Maude might well be in danger if she set foot in Four Corners again. The tracker's eyes held a banked, but deadly rage. Buck glanced toward Chris. The look in his eyes matched Vin's. [Lord help that woman if she ever comes ta call again. Gotta wonder what I look like right now. And hell, I don't hold with hittin' a woman, but I'd slap her silly right now.]

When Vin's gaze narrowed, Buck realized it was time to drop this, or it wouldn't be just Maude in a world of hurt. He didn't want that hostility turned on him. And he couldn't see where pushing this any further helped anyone. He knew enough.

Even before he got the chance to voice his decision, Vin was moving. The tracker reached out, his hand encircling one of Ezra's wrists. "Ez?"

Ezra glanced toward Vin. He seemed to pull his focus away from the fall wall with difficulty. "Yes, Vin?"

"You don't have to talk about this any more." Vin's tone was firm, with a soft note of concern underscoring it. His expression was on of reassurance, offering comfort both words and touch.

Ezra nodded. He smiled wanly, tipping his head toward Buck. "I believe that decision is someone else's to make."

"That's okay, Ez." Buck was quick to offer. He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"It wasn't the question that proved difficult, Mr. Wilmington. But rather the answer." Ezra chuckled softly, the sound lacking any real humor. "Got more than you thought you would?"

Buck nodded, relieved that at least Ezra wasn't mad at him. "Looks like we both might have." [Boy looks as pale as a sheet.] "I just--"

Ezra held up a hand, and spoke tiredly. "I know, Mr. Wilmington." Ezra rubbed at his yes. "I know. You undertook this line of questioning with the best of intentions."

[Yeah, and they say the road to hell is made with good intentions. Looks like I built a few miles o' road today.] "I'm still sorry." Buck offered remorsefully.

Ezra waved his free hand in a dismissive gesture. "No need. You did nothing wrong."

"I think you need ta sit down, Ez." Vin tugged on Ezra's wrist. Ezra went willingly, and sat on the bed. The gambler sighed, and leaned back, so that he rested shoulder to shoulder with Vin. Ezra seemed almost to gather strength from being near Vin.

Seeing them sitting together, reminded Buck of his earlier musings. [I think I get it. Didn't until just now, but I think I got all the pieces put together. Trouble is there ain't but one way to know for sure. Chris did tell me this mornin' that I'd have to ask them if I wanted to know what was going on. I already made one wrong assumption today. Don't want to run around thinking something that ain't right. Now probably ain't the right time, but I'm not sure what the right time would be. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.]

With a no small amount of trepidation, Buck asked hesitantly, "Would it be all right for me to ask another question?"

Chris looked ready to stand up and slap him, and Vin was shooting daggers with his eyes, but Ezra laughed lightly. The sound was totally incongruous given Ezra's appearance just a second ago. The sound was one of honest amusement. Ezra raised an eyebrow. "Feeling very brave, are you?"

"Not really." Buck admitted with a small smile. "Just figured while I was already on a roll, I might as well stick with it." He sent a rueful glance toward Chris, and then Vin. "I'm already digging myself in a hole."

"Keep digging and you might end up in China." Chris growled.

Buck ignored him, keeping his focus on Vin and Ezra, knowing the decision rested with them. Ezra cocked his head to one side, his expression thoughtful. "I have heard that Fortune favors the brave. Let us see how she feels about the foolhardy." Ezra waved a hand as though giving Buck the floor. "You had another question?"

"How long have you and Vin been together?" Buck kept the question casual. He didn't have a problem with it two men being in a relationship. Given where he grew up, Buck had seen nearly all walks of life, and learned far greater tolerance than most expected from him.

"Together?" Vin asked. The tracker looked wary. Buck noticed he had relinquished his hold on Ezra's wrist, their fingers were now intertwined. [Wonder if they even realize they're holdin' hands?]

"Yeah, together." Buck held both hands out in front of him, and deliberately laced his fingers. "Lovers."

Chris stiffened, dark blues eyes snapping with warning. "Buck...that may be something best left for another--"

"Chris." Ezra stopped the gunslinger with just his name. Buck was impressed. [Hell, would probably stop me cold him using my first name. Don't think he's ever used it when it weren't a life and death situation.]

Ezra gave Chris a very pointed look. "The man asked, the same way you did. He deserves an answer, just as you were given one."

Buck raised both eyebrows. Amazed that Ezra had just put Chris in his place, something few people had ever done successfully in the past. And it wasn't like Chris to ask questions about someone's personal business. [Man gets nasty when people butt inta his business. Sort o' makes a point o' respecting other peoples' privacy thinkin' they'll do the same for him.]

Buck looked at Chris. "You asked 'em? Jus' how long have you known?"

Chris scowled. "That doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter?" Buck snorted. "Ya coulda jus' told me, ya know, stead o' let me fumble around on my own. Woulda saved me a whole lot o' trouble."

"No, he couldn't." Vin stated quietly. "We asked him not to."

Buck shot a look toward the tracker. "Why?" He was hurt that they hadn't wanted to include him. "I thought we was friends. Ya could a told me when ya told Chris."

"It isn't personal, Mr. Wilmington." Ezra offered, his soft drawl carrying a clear note of sincerity. He made eye contact and held it. "Vin and I were hesitant to make any announcement, being uncertain of the reaction we would encounter. A relationship such as ours is hardly likely to be well received by all. The last thing we wanted was to cause a disruption that might necessitate our leaving Four Corners."

Buck nodded slowly. He could see that. [Folks could be stupid 'bout a lot o' things.] It bothered him that he might have been lumped in that same category. [Thought they knew me better'n that.]

Some of his hurt leaked into his next questions. "You thought I'd give you a hard time?"

Vin shrugged. "Not really." The tracker's blue eyes regarded him steadily, open and honest. "Jus' didn't want ta risk it. Would be a lot to lose. Got friends here. This place is home. Ain't that we didn't trust ya, Buck, we jus' didn't want to make a mistake. Couldn't afford to."

Buck could see his point. If he had been stupid or hostile, Vin and Ezra had a lot to lose. But then so did the team if they left. They made the team whole, made it work. Buck was pretty sure the destiny Josiah talked about wouldn't fly with just five of them.

[Ez said 'our leaving'. Means he and Vin would go together if someone raised a stink. Would be bad enough if it were one of the town folk, but it would be real damn painful, if the one to raise the stink was one o' us.] Neither man struck him as the sort to give his affections lightly. That they would choose each other over the town, and the team, didn't surprise him at all. He felt like he needed to apologize again for putting his foot in it, but Ezra held up a hand, keeping him silent. [Shoulda just kept my mouth shut.]

"Mr. Wilmington, while we made no plans to inform anyone, that does not mean we regret having shared this with you. Both Vin and I felt it best to wait for our comrades to raise the issue, ask the questions. Then endeavor to answer it honestly when one of you did." Ezra further explained. "It was not our intention to live a lie, or keep our involvement a secret, merely to wait for someone else to raise the issue and address it when he seemed ready to discuss it."

The gambler smiled, looking contrite. "To be perfectly honest, you are taking this revelation far better than I'd anticipated."

Buck pursed his lips. [Can't decide if I've jus' been insulted or not.] "You thought I'd raise hell? Get all righteous on you?"

Vin's lips curled in a half smile. "Well... you bein' so focused on the ladies an' all. Guess neither o' us thought you'd understand wantin' ta be with another man. Much less be familiar with the whole idea. Doesn't seem to be your thing."

Buck chuckled. "Well, for me, you'd be right. It's not my thing." To Buck there was nothing finer than women. He made no secret of that fact. "Don't mean I see anything wrong with it though."

Buck shook his head. "Hell, Vin, Ez...you two know where I was raised. I saw a damn sight more, and knew a lot more than I shoulda, all by the time I was wearing long pants."

He couldn't resist a rakish grin. "I coulda probably give the two o' you lessons on the subject if ya asked me." [Growing up in a cat house sure did give me an education on some of the finer points of loving. No doubt 'bout that.]

"My momma told me the world takes all kinds ta make it work. Long as what two people do ain't hurtin' anyone else, it's best not ta judge too harshly. Love is just too rare not to grab on to it when it comes around, no matter what form it's wearin' at the time."

Ezra shook his head, clearly amazed. "I believe your mother most have been a most remarkable woman, Mr. Wilmington."

Buck grinned, pleased that Ezra was impressed with his mother. "That she was, Ezra. That she was." He still thought the world of his mother even though she'd been dead for years. She was a saint. He waggled his eyebrows. "So...you didn't answer my question?"

"Which question was that, Mr. Wilmington?"

"How long you been together?"

"Little more than a month." Vin answered.

"Who else knows?" Buck asked curious to see if any of the others had noticed the same things he had. He figured he was likely the last to notice. It wasn't that he wasn't observant, it was just that his attention was usually focused elsewhere.

Ezra nodded toward Chris. "Just Mr. Larabee, and now yourself."

[Well, I'll be damned. Thought for sure one of the others woulda caught on. And brought it up.] He looked toward Chris. "An' jus' when did you notice?"

Chris shifted his weight slightly. The lean gunslinger looked like he might have relaxed for the first time since they entered the room. "Right after they got back from Bitter Creek."

Buck did the math, and realized that meant Chris would have noticed almost as soon as Vin and Ezra had gotten together. [Not really a surprise. Chris can be an observant cuss when he wants to. Being so tight with Vin probably clued him in faster.]

Buck sent a sly look back at Vin and Ezra. "He take it as well as me?"

Ezra arched an eyebrow sardonically, and Vin rolled his eyes. Buck laughed, and slapped his knee, delighted with what they had to say without saying a word. "I'll take that as a no."

"Buck." Chris' tone was enough to let Buck know he should drop it. Buck decided to follow the implied order.

It didn't surprise the ladies man that Chris might have had problem coming to terms with Vin and Ezra. Or that he might still be touchy over the fact that he'd had a problem with it. [Hell, Vin's his best friend. He was probably jealous of Vin and Ezra being so close. Not that it seems like there's been any real change in Chris' friendship with Vin. Leastwise none anyone's noticed. Just like his friendship with me weathered Vin bein' added ta the mix. Took a bit to adjust, but no problems now. And it sure looks like he's okay with Vin and Ez. Wouldn't have made a point of lettin' Ez stay last night if he wasn't. And he's watchin' out for 'em. Wouldn't do that if he wasn't okay with it.]

Buck stood up, spinning the chair back around once he got to his feet. "Well, boys, that pretty well takes care o' my questions." He heard Chris mutter something that sound a lot like 'about damn time.' But he chose to ignore it.

"We can rely on your discretion in this matter?" Ezra asked, an uneasy undercurrent in his question.

Buck frowned, puzzled by what Ezra had just asked. [What the..? Oh.] He smiled widely. "No problem, Ez. Understand why ya don't want everyone ta know."

He ran a thumb over his lover lip thoughtfully. [Would be better if the rest o' us knew, but they're right about not knowin' which way a man'll jump. JD's a mite young ta really understand. Nate could go either way. And we jus' fixed things 'tween Ez and Josiah. Be good ta let that settle for awhile.]

"People can be stupid about stuff like this. You're probably right to wait and answer the questions when they think ta ask." He winked at Ezra. "If they ain't smart enough ta figure it out, ain't no reason ta put the idea in their heads."

Buck straightened his spine, and looked at both Vin and Ezra squarely. He wanted there to be no misunderstanding between them, about this. "No one will hear about it from me. It's up ta you how to play this. Figure it's your choice, and I can respect that."

"Thank you." Ezra and Vin said in unison.

Buck chuckled, eyes bright with amusement. "Ya might not want to do that too often, or you'll be getting asked a lot sooner."

Vin shot him a dirty look. One that was seconded by Chris, but Ezra winked slyly at him, green eyes bright with wry amusement. Sometimes his sense of humor and the gambler's meshed rather well.

"We shall endeavor to practice greater discretion in the future." Ezra raised two fingers and gave his characteristic salute.

Chris rose. He nodded to both younger men. "Boys." And then waved Buck toward the door. "I think it's time for us to leave."

[Probably more than high time.] Buck nodded to both Vin and Ezra. "I'll see you two at dinner." There was no doubt in Buck's mind that Vin would find his way free of this room by then. The tracker would be eating with the rest of them no matter what Nathan might have to say. Assuming the healer made it back in time to object.

Buck stepped out, and Chris followed. "Buy you a drink?" Buck offered.

Chris nodded. "Could do with one."

Together they headed toward the saloon. They sat down at their usual table, after Buck picked up a bottle from the bar. As he poured a drink for each of them, Buck shook his head, and laughed lightly. Chris shot him a questioning look.

"Been one hell of a week, hasn't it?"

Chris chuckled dryly. "That it has."

Buck raised his glass and Chris gently touched his glass to it. "Here's hopin' we never have another one like it."

"Amen." Chris answered as they both downed their shots.

Vin watched as Ezra locked the door behind Chris and Buck. He waited for the gambler to make his way back over, and join him on the bed. Ezra sat down, and Vin pulled him in close, hugging his lover to him. He raised one hand to gently encourage Ezra to lay his head on Vin's shoulder, both of them resting against the headboard.

Vin reveled in the moment of quiet companionship. Somehow being together, just the two of them, always seemed to make it easier to deal with the stress of their lives. Vin sighed softly, hoping it would work as well this time as it had in the past. He smiled when he felt Ezra relaxing in his arms. [Looks like it still works.]

"That went well." Ezra spoke, his tone contemplative, voice soft, as he snuggled in closer.

"Not bad." Vin agreed, running his fingers through Ezra's hair in a steady, soothing gesture, encouraging his lover to let go of his left over tension.

"Josiah wanting to start over was not quite an option I'd realistically considered. It was in fact, a far better outcome than I'd anticipated." There was a touch of amazement in Ezra's statement. "I had not expected him to be so...forgiving."

Vin snorted. "Weren't nothing to forgive."

"Just the small fact that I would have shot and killed him." The sarcasm was heavy. "Nothing at all, really." Ezra lightly slapped Vin's chest as a reprimand, but didn't pull out of his arms or move away.

Vin put a finger against Ezra's lips when he felt the gambler was about to say more. "Didn't mean what you thought I meant." Vin shifted, pulling away slightly so he could make eye contact. He needed to make Ezra understand that he wasn't placing all the blame on Josiah, and that he wasn't holding a grudge. He was willing to let bygones be bygones, just so long as it didn't happen again.

Vin took a moment to order the words in his head. He wanted to get this out right the first time. "A man should be grateful when someone points out the error o' his ways, and keeps him from hurting someone else, even if it ain't what he wants to hear. 'Specially, when he don't want to hear it. Took a lot ta get Josiah's attention, Ez. Lookin' down the barrel of a gun tends ta make a man sit up and take notice. I know ya think if you'd have spoke up sooner, told him everything you did today, all this coulda been avoided, but I ain't so sure that's the case."

Vin shook his head slightly. "Honestly, Ez, I'm not sure he ever would have listened any other way." With a small smile, Vin moved his fingers to caress Ezra's cheek. "Looks ta me like he did some hard thinkin' last night, 'cause he finally had a reason to. He said he didn't think you were at fault. So it's safe ta say he finally understood what he did wrong."

Vin put one finger to Ezra's lips keeping the gambler silent when he opened his mouth to speak. "I know it wasn't all him. I do know that Ez. But it wasn't all you either. Needin' forgiveness says ya did somethin' wrong...and I'm not so sure ya did. Way ya went 'bout it might a been wrong, but it did need doin'. Wasn't right to let him keep hurtin' you, even though he didn't mean to. You both...made a mistake. All there was left to do was make it right."

Ezra sighed softly, leaning into Vin's touch when he moved his hand to cup Ezra's face. Vin bent his head to place a light kiss on Ezra's forehead. "Buck's right. This coulda gone a lot o' ways, and getting the chance to start over is probably the best one. No point in thinkin' too hard on what didn't happen, and just focus on what did."

Ezra chuckled, green eyes warm with affection, and respect. "Were you always this smart?"

"Yep." Vin smirked. "Jus' took you awhile ta notice."

Ezra hugged him hard. "Thank you."

"What for?"

"Just being you." Ezra answered simply. He placed a soft, chaste kiss against Vin's lips. "Without you, I could not have done this."

Vin studied Ezra's face, looking for signs of lingering anxiety or anguish. Talking to Josiah and Buck had gotten a bit more intense than they had planned for. Vin had worried about the strain it placed on Ezra. Today was far more intense than they had intended for it to be.

"You okay? I mean, even with me, and Chris here, it got a bit rough for you. Sorta got to be more than we planned." Vin mentally grimaced at that understatement, but relaxed when Ezra laughed.

"I believe that has been true to form for us so far." Ezra shook his head, grinning. "Nothing ever goes quite the way we planned, but it always seems to work out for the best in spite of that. Having achieved such a positive outcome was worth the effort."

Vin grinned back, pleased that Ezra seemed to have recovered his balance. The gambler seemed totally at ease. [Don't think anything can keep him down for long. Wouldn't have made it this long if he weren't...resilient. Hah. Another Ezra word I figured out how ta use.]

"Buck was bit of a surprise, huh?"

"Oh he was that." Ezra shook his head. "I never would have expected him to be so...accepting of our being together."

Vin felt bad that he'd ever doubted the lanky cowboy. [Shoulda had a bit more faith than I did. Course given that Chris didn't really do so well there for awhile, I s'pose I shouldn't be too surprised I was shy a tellin' Buck. Once bitten, twice shy sort o' thing.]

He sighed. "Guess that means we sold Buck short."

"Perhaps." Ezra conceded with a small tip of his head. "But, I don't think he's too disappointed. He seemed to understand our reluctance, and was not offended by it." Ezra cocked his head, his expression thoughtful. "He never did say, nor did we think to ask, what it was that gave us away."

Vin considered that, and briefly wondered if he should worry. They both tried not to make any overt display of their feelings, but something must have slipped through. [Probably somethin' little. Has ta be 'cause it ain't like I've up an' kissed him on the boardwalk in front of God and everybody. Even though I'd like to someday.]

"Chris picked up on stuff we were doin' that we didn't even think would give us away. Buck mighta done the same thing."

"An issue we need to look into?" Ezra raised an eyebrow.

Vin shook his head. "Don't think so. If the others notice the same thing he did, what ever it was, I reckon they'll ask us when they're ready."

After a moment of thought, Ezra laughed gently, patting Vin's chest. "You are probably correct. And broaching the subject will only encourage Buck."

Vin frowned. "Meaning?"

"You do realize that, if given any indication we are open to such conversation, Mr. Wilmington will not be at all shy about asking for details of our love-making. Prying into our preferences, and performance. Giving us advice."

"Oh hell." Vin rolled his eyes with a grimace. "Didn't think o' that. Bad enough he always wants ta share his stories." Vin shuddered having heard more than enough of the ladies man's tales of conquest. Vin was glad he didn't blush easily or several of Buck's more graphic stories would have left him as red as Ezra's favorite jacket.

"You wanna drink?" Vin could do with one. It would certainly make this day and all its revelations easier to handle. [Maybe more than one. 'Specially if it's Ez's scotch.]

Ezra pursed his lips. "A libation would be most refreshing. Particularly in light of the past hour."

"Good." Vin was pleased they were back on the same page. [Almost like he's readin' my mind.] "Let's get outta here."

"Are you sure?" Ezra looked pointedly at Vin's leg.

Vin rolled his eyes. "Ain't hurt that bad. 'Sides, I been cooped up in here all day, Ez." Vin managed to keep the whine out of his voice. He didn't want to sound like a kid pitching a fit. "I was good, damn it. Now, I want out." [And the closer I get ta Ez's room the better. Missed that feather bed.]

Ezra smirked, holding both hands in front of him palms out as a sign of surrender. "You must be feeling better."

Vin eyed his lover suspiciously. "This mean I can leave?" He wouldn't put it past Ezra to try distracting him, or refuse to let him leave if he thought it would be better for Vin to stay put.

Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "I don't see why not." He grinned, dimples flashing. "Mr. Jackson isn't here to refuse you. And, as you have already stated, he believes us to be unqualified to render a medical decision." Ezra's innocent look was back. "In my ignorance, I can hardly be blamed for believing you healthy enough to go to the saloon, enjoy a glass of superb scotch, and a good meal amid the company of friends."

Vin slapped his good leg. "Well, hot damn, then. Let's get outta here while the getting is good."

Ezra stood up and offered Vin his hand. He helped Vin stand, bracing him until he got his balance settled. His leg hurt, and felt stiff, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. With Ezra walking at his side, adding support, Vin found he could limp along rather effectively.

Outside he stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying being free of four walls and moving more or less under his own power. Ezra just smiled, and waved a hand toward the saloon. "Shall we, Mr. Tanner?"

"We shall, Mr. Standish."

By the time they made it to the saloon Vin was leaning on Ezra less, but his limp was more pronounced as his wounded leg let him know it objected to this activity. They stepped inside and headed for their usual table where Chris and Buck were already seated.

Buck was sitting across the table from Chris, and looked up when the doors swung open. He greeted them with all his usual enthusiasm. Chris just tipped his head. He shoved a chair next to him away from the table with his foot, and gave a pointed look at Vin.

Vin sat down stiffly. He didn't mind taking weight off his bad leg. It felt good to move, and work out some of the kinks, but he knew not to push it if he didn't have to. Ezra patted his shoulder as he left the table and headed to the bar. He came back with a bottle and two glasses, taking the seat next to Vin, which coincidently was also next to Buck.

Vin nodded. [Don't know if they planned that, but it works well. Means Josiah can't sit next ta Ezra when he gets off patrol and joins up with us. Know he means well, and has good intentions, but a little space between him and Ezra right now is probably a good thing. Keep 'em headed on the right track.]

Ezra poured a shot for himself, and then one for Vin. Chris held out his glass in a silent request for a drink. Ezra arched an eyebrow, but filled Chris' glass without further comment. Buck stared, clearly dumbfounded that Ezra had shared anything with Chris.

Vin ducked his head to hide his smile. [Wonder if he's gonna ask?]

"Hey, Ez?"

Vin's smile grew to a grin. [Guess he's gonna ask.]

"Yes, Mr. Wilmington?"

"Can I have a snort o' that fancy whiskey o' yours, too?"

Ezra glared at him. "This is not 'fancy whiskey', you uncouth heathen." Ezra held up the bottle for emphasis. "This is aged, single-malt scotch. A veritable gift from God."

"That a no?" Buck asked with a grin, totally unrepentant.

Ezra grinned back, gold pre-molar flashing for just a moment. "No." He filled Buck's shot glass as well. "Perhaps once you have had the opportunity to refine your palate, you will come to appreciate this ambrosia for it's true worth."

Buck shook his head and laughed, looking skeptical. He took a sip, and his eyebrows rose. He took another. "Nice. Real nice."

Ezra tipped his head in acknowledgement of the compliment, and recorked the bottle. Vin smiled slightly at the faint look of disappointment on Chris' face. [Ez might be willin' ta share one drink, but he ain't gonna give 'em the whole bottle.] That thought didn't bother the tracker much. [Stuff costs too much ta just give it away. And it's awfully hard ta come by out here. This way there'll some for tomorrow.]

Ezra reached into his pocket and with drew a deck of cards. He tapped them once on the table. "A friendly game while we wait for the others?"

"Sure, Ez."

Ezra had only just begun to deal when JD wondered in. Vin noted he didn't look any worse for wear for having worked all night. [Wonder if he caught a nap. Had to have. Only one who o' us who looks that fresh after being awake all night is Ezra.]

"Hi guys."

"Hey kid."

"JD."

"Mr. Dunne."

JD slid into the chair next to Buck. "Just saw Nate riding back in. Looks beat. Was smiling though, so I'm guessing things went okay. Sure hope so. Vin are you supposed to up and about? I mean, it's good to see you getting around. Must be feelin' better then, huh? Can't really blame you for not wanting to hang out at the boarding house. I'd go nuts there all by myself too. But you know Nate ain't gonna think to much of that idea." JD made a face. "He'll probably bring more of that nasty tea with him."

JD had spoken with his usual rapid-fire delivery causing the rest of them to share a look of amusement. Vin sometimes found himself wondering if JD managed to breathe at all. [Ez can talk a lot, but he spaces his words better. I keep expecting JD to start gasping like a drowning man.]

Nate showed up even before they'd finished the first hand. He sat down tiredly, shooting Vin a dirty look. "You shouldn't be walkin' around."

Vin gave Nathan a dirty look of his own. "I'm fine, Nate."

"Oh sure you are." Nathan snorted, his disbelief ringing through loud and clear.

"How are the Cavanaugh's?" Buck asked, redirecting the conversation. Ezra gathered up the cards, preparing to shuffle and deal again, but Vin noticed his attention, like everyone else's was on Nathan.

"Missus is doin' just fine." Nathan smiled, white teeth flashing brightly, some of his obvious exhaustion lifting a bit. "Baby is a fighter. Still gonna be tough, but it looks like he just might make it. Will know more in a few days." Nate puffed out his chest ever so slightly. "Named him Nathan. After me."

"Way ta go, Nate." Buck slapped him on the shoulder. JD seconded that enthusiastic endorsement.

Everyone seemed to breath a bit easier, relieved by the cautious but still good news. Vin patted Ezra's leg under the table, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. [One less thing ta worry about. Know he would be mighty upset if that little boy died.]

Nathan redirected his attention to Vin. Dark eyes assessed him sharply. "You feelin' all right?"

Vin rolled his eyes. He could appreciate the other man's concern and dedication, but it got wearing. "I said I was fine."

Nathan's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Vin, searching for the truth. He sat back and relaxed when he realized Vin hadn't lied. He smiled slightly, his demeanor apologetic. "Jus' want to make sure you're okay, is all."

Vin nodded accepting both the reason and the apology. [It's why I let ya poke and prod me, and drink yer stinky teas. I know ya mean well. Wouldn't put up with it otherwise.]

Nathan yawned widely, belatedly covering his mouth with his hand. "Might want ta get some sleep there, Nate." Buck observed. "Ya look done in."

Nathan nodded, rubbing his eyes. "I will. After I check Vin's leg."

"It'll keep, Nate." Chris said softly, his dark blue eyes sizing up the healer. "You been working all night, and all of today. Most of yesterday too. Buck's right. You should get some rest, maybe a bit to eat too."

"But that bandage really should be changed, and--"

"That task has already been completed, Mr. Jackson." Ezra interjected.

Nathan's eyes narrowed as he looked toward the gambler. Ezra calmly looked back, placidly shuffling his cards. "You wanna tell me that again?" Nathan asked quietly.

"You did tell Mr. Tanner last night that you wanted to change his bandage today, did you not?" Ezra raised an eyebrow. "I assumed you intended to utilize the cloth you left on Mr. Larabee's dresser for just that purpose. Since you were not sure of when you might return, I thought it prudent to follow through with the course of treatment you had indicated."

[Aw hell.] Vin waited to see if Nathan would explode. [He don't like other people treading on what he thinks is his turf. But hell, Ez did as good a job as Nate would have. Probably shouldn't say that last bit out loud...ever.] Vin gave Nathan a quick once over. He didn't look pleased, but nor was he as upset as Vin thought he might be

"Wound look okay?" Nathan asked, his tone cool.

"In my opinion...yes." Ezra answered, green eyes never wavering from where they met dark brown. "The wound appears to be healing cleanly. I saw no discoloration or redness. There was no undo swelling, or pus that would indicate infection. Nor does Mr. Tanner have a fever." Ezra bowed his head slightly. "A testament to your abilities as a healer, Mr. Jackson."

Nathan nodded slowly, evidently satisfied, if not totally happy. He sent a look toward Vin. "I'll check on you tomorrow then." He wagged his finger at the tracker. "Jus' 'cause I ain't pushin' this don't mean you need to be runnin' all over town now, ya hear? I expect you to show some good sense and rest that leg."

Vin nodded, his lips quirking upward in a half-smile. He had no intention of running around town. The furthest he planned to go was upstairs to Ezra's bed, but he certainly wasn't going to tell Nathan that.

"We'll ride herd on him, Nate." Chris stated. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice. "You go get some rest." That was a softly delivered order.

Nathan pushed himself out of his chair with noticeable effort. "I'll be in the clinic if anyone needs me."

"Sleep well, Nate." Four voices chorused. A fifth called out, "Good night, Mr. Jackson."

The friendly poker game continued until Josiah joined them a little later. Vin noticed Ezra stiffen slightly when the big man stepped through the door, but he didn't think the others saw it. Vin laid his hand on Ezra's thigh, and squeezed once. He tried to relay through that simple gesture that Ezra shouldn't worry. [Things are gonna be different from here on out. We'll make sure of it.]

Ezra dropped a hand under the table, his fingers ghosting across Vin's knuckles in acknowledgement, letting Vin know he'd received the message. He uncorked the Scotch and casually poured himself another shot. Ezra downed the drink in one smooth, long swallow.

[Reckon a little liquid courage won't hurt.] Vin wouldn't mind another shot for himself, but decided not to ask. [Sharin' his liquor was one o' those things Chris noticed. No point in drawin' attention to it with JD and Josiah.]

The big man stepped toward their table. He hesitated for just a second before taking the chair Nathan had vacated earlier. Vin knew the former preacher realized the seating arrangement might well be deliberate to keep him arms length from Ezra, but to his credit he didn't seem offended or insulted. Josiah just nodded his understanding toward Buck and Chris. He seemed almost reluctant to make eye contact with Vin. Vin smiled slightly, silently offering his welcome, and saw Ezra do the same.

"Hello, brothers." Josiah offered his usual greeting as he sat down.

Chris and Vin both just nodded. Buck and JD answered him with a loud call of 'Josiah'. Ezra tipped his head. "Mr. Sanchez."

"How was your patrol?" Buck asked even as he poured a shot from his bottle to offer Josiah.

"Quiet." Josiah answered, accepting the glass with a grateful look. "Things seem to be settling down. Most of the ranchers were relieved to hear the rustlers have been taken care of."

Chris nodded. "Be nice ta have things stay quiet awhile."

"Yeah, the ladies have been missin' ole Buck." The lanky cowboy grinned widely, brushing his moustache with thumb and forefinger. "Need some time ta get myself reacquainted with the local lovelies."

JD rolled his eyes, and playfully shoved Buck's shoulder. "Don't know about the ladies, but I don't think your neighbors missed hearin' ya snore, that's for sure."

Buck retaliated by trying to knock off JD's hat. JD successfully dodged his attempt. "I don't snore." Buck insisted, giving JD a dark look. Vin wasn't sure if the look was for the comment, or the successful dodge.

Vin shared a look with Chris. "He really think that?" Vin asked in a stage whisper, eyes twinkling with humor. "I thought it was two grizzlies fighting ta the death the first night we were on the trail together."

"Now don't you start." Buck ordered, shaking his finger at Vin. "I hear enough o' that from Chris. You boys are jus' light sleepers."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Buck, I've slept through artillery fire that was quieter than you are."

JD laughed. "See? Told you so."

Ezra shook his head, a small grin beginning. "Mr. Wilmington, I must concur with Mr. Larabee, Mr. Tanner and Mr. Dunne." Ezra paused for a beat. "I've heard quieter fright trains."

Buck looked toward Josiah, the only one who hadn't spoken up yet. "What about you?"

Josiah sipped his drink, and slowly returned it to the table before answering. "I would have to say that I disagree, brother." Buck grinned triumphantly, until Josiah's next statement. The big man smiled enigmatically before speaking again. "You are louder than any of the comparisons they made. I'd liken it more to being caught in the middle of a herd of stampeding buffalo."

Buck sniffed and made a dismissive motion with his hand. "You boys are just jealous."

"Of what, pray tell?" Ezra asked sending a sly wink toward the others, including Josiah. Vin could almost see the ex-preacher relax at being included in that gesture. "Your ability to frighten wildlife for ten miles or more?"

Buck puffed out his chest. "My animal magnetism. My prowess with the fairer sex."

Chris snorted, a faint smile playing about his lips. "Prowess? You even know what that means?"

The conversation continued in a light-hearted fashion, with a lot of good-natured teasing, which carried on even while they ate. Vin could almost feel them slipping back into a groove of normal behavior. The only off note was a slightly more cordial, polite attitude that Josiah maintained with Ezra.

It wasn't glaringly obvious, but Vin could tell the older man was far more attentive than he'd been in the past. Josiah was feeling his way along, and Ezra was offering subtle encouragement. A nod, a smile, a little tease here and there, all helped put Josiah at ease, and let him know exactly where Ezra's comfort level fell.

Vin decided this new interaction might not be all bad. [Bit like dancing. Gotta work together or ya end up on the floor. Josiah's payin' attention. And tryin' ta stick to his word. Long as he keeps tryin' we're good.]

Vin felt Ezra's hand pat his leg, and glanced over in time to catch a small smile sent his way. He knew his lover knew what he was thinking. Vin smiled shyly. There were occasionally disadvantages to having a lover who could read him so well, but this wasn't one of them.

JD stood up and stretched. "I'll see you guys later. Need ta get back to the jail."

Buck stood as well. "I'll keep ya company kid." The lanky cowboy threw one arm over JD's shoulder in a brotherly gesture, and walked out with him.

The saloon had been unusually quiet all evening, with only the peacekeepers and one or two others occupying the normally busy establishment. Vin rather enjoyed the quiet atmosphere of the large, nearly empty room. It suited him just fine.

Chris looked toward Ezra. "You know you have the midnight shift?"

Ezra tipped his head. "I was aware of that fact, Mr. Larabee."

"You might want to consider getting some sleep."

Ezra smirked. "I had intended to do just that. All in due time."

Chris raised an eyebrow at Vin. "You need help getting back to the boarding house?"

Vin shook his head. [Like I'm going back! Hah!] "I'll sit here for a bit, Cowboy. Ain't ready ta turn in yet."

"Suit yourself." Chris bid them a good night and sauntered out, leaving Ezra, Josiah and Vin alone at the table.

Josiah rubbed one hand over his face. He looked tired, and Vin realized the older man had probably not slept well the night before. Josiah hesitated a moment, almost as if he wished to say something, but just shook his head instead, looking down at the table.

"Mr. Sanchez?" Ezra called softly.

"Yes, Ezra?" Josiah answered, eyes still downcast.

"I find myself in need of a favor."

Josiah looked up at the gambler in surprise, and then with a trace of eagerness. "Something I can help you with, Ezra?"

Ezra smiled. "Indeed. The children are still working on some of the finer points of geography. I was wondering if you might be free tomorrow afternoon to offer them a different perspective on some of the many locales you have had the opportunity to visit. I am aware that you have traveled extensively, and I believe they would benefit from hearing about the different places you have seen."

Josiah smiled widely, obviously pleased with the invitation. To Vin's knowledge the only other member of their group to help out with the lessons Ezra gave had been JD. "I believe I can arrange that. It would be an honor to assist in teaching the little ones."

"Very well then. Tomorrow...say mid-afternoon?"

"That would be fine." Josiah stood up. "If you boys will excuse me, I believe I'll turn in."

"Sleep well, Mr. Sanchez."

"G'night, Josiah."

Now alone at the table, and the nearly empty Vin smiled warmly at his lover. "Was nice what you did just now."

Ezra shrugged one shoulder, but smiled softly. "Thank you."

Vin stretched. "You ready ta turn in?"

Green-eyes twinkled. "More than ready."

Vin grinned. He knew what that look meant. Sleep might be on the agenda, but not right away. He glanced around the saloon, wondering if anyone would notice if he limped up the main stairs. He really didn't feel like bothering with going outside and up the back stairs. To his delight, the only other customer left a moment after Josiah had, leaving just the two of them in the saloon. Three counting Inez.

Ezra called out to Inez. "Why don't you head on home, Miss Recillos? It is only Mr. Tanner and myself who remain. I can close up for you tonight."

"Thank you, Señor Standish." The pretty Mexican woman smiled at him. "It would be nice to head home early for a change." She shook her finger at him before she left, her expression stern. "You make sure the bar is clean, Señor."

Ezra arched an eyebrow. "Yes, Ma'am."

Vin was about to help Ezra with the clean up, but the gambler held up a hand. "I can take care of this. Your time would be better spent ascending to my room to await my arrival."

Vin grinned wolfishly, liking the way that sounded. "A plan. I like that."

Ezra matched his grin, with a hungry, lusty look. "Yes, indeed. And with any luck it will work out like all our other plans...a great deal better than we expected."

THE END
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