Cheyenne stood looking out the window next to the bed where Gabe lay still sleeping. Her thoughts a jumble of worry for her beloved horse to concern for her friend and the biting sting of wondering about what had gone on with Josiah and the saloon owner Lilly. She felt the same sting in her heart with this woman as she had when Maude Standish was in town. A feeling she had no way to define only that it hurt in her heart and angered her almost beyond control. She was unsure as to why, and this made her even more agitated.

She watched as the stage had rolled in and silently wondered how it had gotten threw so quickly with the storm and all. She guessed that since they had come from the other direction the stage had missed it by some act of luck.

As Cheyenne watched she saw Maude Standish exit the stage and Ezra escorting her to the hotel, what was left of it any way. Her animosity grew and she muttered curses in French under her breath as Josiah hurried across the road to help Ezra with Maude's luggage.

"That any way for a lady to talk?" Gabe's raspy voice came from the bed behind her.

Cheyenne turned and looked at him. He had been unconscious since she and Vin had brought him back to town. She was relived to see he had awaken but ignored his comment.

"You are feeling better?" She asked walking over to his bedside.

"Been in worse shape." He answered as he tried to sit up then felt the pain in his broken ribs and grimaced slightly.

"Nathan said you are to stay still. You have broken ribs." Cheyenne told him as she picked up a cup and poured some water from the pitcher that sat on the small table next to the bed. Handing it to Gabe she helped him take a sip from it. When he finished Cheyenne set the cup down.

"How long have I been out?" He asked her as he lay his head back on the pillow.

Cheyenne shrugged. "Since the cave in. We have been in town for many hours now."

"You been here the whole time?" Gabe asked.

Cheyenne simply nodded as she returned to the window and stood looking out.

"Worried about me?" Gabe asked with a sly grin and a mischievous tone in his voice.

Cheyenne turned glaring at him and started toward the door.

"You should sleep. Your wounds have made your mind weak." She sneered before she moved back the curtain slightly and left him lying in his bed still sporting a smug, confident grin. "She still likes me," he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes.

Lily turned as she heard the quiet whoosh of the curtain being pulled back. Her eyes fell upon Cheyenne standing there glaring at her. Lily did her best to match Cheyenne's stone cold glare. But after a moment decided that you catch more bees with honey than vinegar and changed her mind. She put on a small smile.

"Bonjour," she greeted her in French. An attempt Lily hoped would not only remind Cheyenne that she could indeed understand her dialect, but that she could also be friendly should Cheyenne choose to do so.

Cheyenne said nothing. She only glared at the woman sitting next to the young girl lying sleeping in the bed. Cheyenne's mind still saw the image of Lily standing next to Josiah when she and Vin had returned to town with the wounded Gabe after the tornado. The sight of Lily's torn dress revealing more of her anatomy than should have been seen still burned in her memory. Cheyenne remembered that a few days ago over hearing some of the town's woman snickering whispers, assuming that Lily was a 'working woman'. She had shrugged the comments off, as she knew the woman of the town had their own misgivings about her as well. Still Cheyenne wondered about this woman's relationship with Josiah and it made her uncomfortable to be around her. The two women broke their gaze and Cheyenne started for the door. But before she could exit the room Lily spoke again.

"Va-t-il comment votre friend? (How is your friend?)" She asked, again in her French tongue.

Cheyenne took in a deep breath, let it out as she tried to relax, and in English answered Lily's question flatly.

"He will live."

She glanced down at the girl in the bed. She recognized her as the one who had come to the church, the one who seemed so frightened of Josiah. She also remembered the girl coming up to talk with her the day Gabe had arrived in town. Something unexplainable drew her compassion towards the young woman.

"The girl?" Cheyenne asked with a small nod toward Molly. "She is hurt bad?"

Lily looked down at Molly with a sympathetic motherly expression. "No, she just needs some rest I think," she spoke softly.

Cheyenne gave her a small nod signaling she understood and turned back toward the door.

"You are Josiah's friend aren't you? I remember meeting you in the saloon, you know, he was a great help to me when this horrible storm hit. I'm thankful he was there. I don't know what I would have done with out him." Lily commented with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Cheyenne turned and looked at Lily. Her eyes spat fire as she fought to control her temper.

"You, know Josiah well?" Cheyenne probed coldly.

Lily suspected that she was beginning to irk Cheyenne. She enjoyed playing with people's minds and Cheyenne was no exception, so she smiled slyly and answered her.

"Not well, not yet at least."

Cheyenne felt her anger rising. The sting of jealousy that she had not yet recognized it's meaning and fought to understand, pierced her heart. Before she could say anything more a quiet knock came at the door and JD slowly opened it and poked his head through the doorway.

Spying Cheyenne immediately he spoke quietly with a tone of urgency. "Cheyenne, it's Black Wind. He just hobbled into town."

Cheyenne for the moment forgot about Lily and rushed passed JD and out into the street where Josiah stood with her treasured horse inspecting his wounds. Her expression softened as she approached the animal stroking his forehead and speaking softly in French as she ran her hands over his neck and began her own inspection of him.

"He's got a few scrapes and gashes." Josiah was telling her. "But I don't think he's to bad off." He finished with a wink. Cheyenne glanced at him and smiled slightly then returned her attention to her horse. Josiah noted the gleam in her eye as she saw that her beloved steed had returned and smiled to himself at her fondness for the horse and the care she gave him. It warmed his heart to see her so passionate and loving toward the creature.

Cheyenne took the horses reins after completing a quick assumption of his wounds and began to lead him toward the livery noting he was limping. She would attend to him in more detail once she had him settled in his stall, provided the livery was still standing.

Josiah watched her walk away. Then followed after her to see if he could lend a hand doctoring the animals wounds.