K.C. sat on a small grey gelding that shuffled his feet nervously as his rider watched the cloud of dust form on the horizon. Frank smiled beside K.C. as he watched the dust approaching them. Tied to the saddle horn was a sorrel gelding that pricked his ears at the sound of the oncoming stage. K.C. sighed as she watched what was about to happen, she also knew that Frank and Jesse were nothing without her.

As the stage drew closer the two pulled bandanas around their faces just allowing their eyes to peek out from behind them. Their hats pulled down low. K.C. pulled her rifle out of its scabbard and sighted in on the shotgun rider. Silently without giving any thought she pulled the trigger laying the man out across the top of the stage. Laying her head against the stock of the rifle for a minute she said a silent prayer for the man before riding in hot pursuit after Frank.

The stage was halted by Frank as he took control of the horse he rode up by. There wasn't much chance to think as the driver raised his pistol on Frank. K.C. without hesitation pulled out her revolver and shot the driver laying him out over the shotgun rider. Frank smiled back at K.C. as she holstered her gun and watched as the passengers were removed from the belly of the stage. A woman traveling with a man and then the prime de la roue Jefferson McCateny, Captain U.S. Army. Jesse came out behind them his pistol in the Captain's back.

"Where's the gold shipment Capitan," Jesse asked mocking the captain.

"You'll never find it," McCateny stated with a coolness that made K.C. notice him.

K.C. watched as the Captain stood there watching the three of them. "Let them go," McCateny finally asked.

K.C. nodded acceptance of this knowing that they had who they wanted but as the man and woman tried to walk away Jesse grabbed the woman. "She's going no where." The man didn't wait for the woman he was riding with as he ran away. Frank laughed as he watched the woman's terror. Then without a second thought aimed his pistol and shot the running man in the back. "Hate cowards," Frank stated cooly as he placed his eyes on McCateny.

The woman screamed as tears welled up on her face for the man that now lay face down on the ground. Jesse tried to console the woman by throwing her back toward the Captain. McCateny held the woman to him trying to give her the comfort she needed. "Shoot an unarmed man in the back."

K.C. never spoke as she watched what went on around her. Her eyes drifted up to the two men that lay on the stagecoach. Her mind fighting with what she was doing. She knew pulling too many jobs in one area was bad news. And this was one of the worst. The gold shipment heading for Ft. Wayne. It would set them up for life. Her eye caught the slightest movement of the shotgun rider.

"Lets get out of here," KC stated her eyes drifting from Frank to Jesse hoping that they hadn't seen the movement, "Unhitch the horses."

Frank laughed, "Why KC we're having fun here."

"NOW, Frank," KC ordered, when Frank nor Jesse did as she asked KC dismounted the grey in a smooth motion and cut loose the two lead horses. Cutting the harnesses off she left only the bridles, and looked back at McCateny, "Help her on the horse, then mount up."

"Ah ah ah," Jesse scolded, "we're not done here." KC's eyes followed where Jesse was looking. "Thought you were a better shot than that, you going soft on us," Jesse's eyebrow lifted as he looked down at KC.

News spread fast about the new gang terrorizing the southwest. Vin stared at the wanted poster containing the pictures of Frank, Jesse, and he couldn't believe Casey. "Hey that's," JD stated over Vin's shoulder as he stared down at the wanted poster.

"Casey," Vin stated with disappointment.

"Says, he's killed 11 men and held up 4 stagecoachs," JD sounded dismayed at his revaluation.

"Prolly got every bounty hunter this side of the Rio looking for," Vin looked down at the poster again and couldn't miss the bold letters that he knew meant Dead or Alive.

"What're you going to do Vin," JD asked. Vin wadded up the poster and tossed it in the trash, before heading out of the sheriff's office.

KC sat calmly around the fire, trying not to think about the three men she had allowed to be slaughtered. McCateny, bore little resemblance of the man she had known years ago. He sat with the woman leaning against him as she continued to cry into his uniform. Her eyes shifted around the fire taking in Jesse and Frank as they gayly drank and ate what they confiscated from the stage. Standing KC walked over to McCateny. Passing them a plate a food, McCateny looked up at KC a spark of recognition in his eye. KC only nodded, and looked toward the tree line.

Silently she moved to her saddle which was nearby on the ground and riffled through the saddlebags. Whispering almost under her breath, "Your horses are unhobbled. Ride ‘em into a town called Four Corners," taking a look around she could tell that the boys had already long surpassed one to many, "there are good people there. Visit the saloon owner, she can help you out."

"Come with us," McCatney stated without thinking about the kind of trouble KC could be in.

KC shook her head, "Can't, I've got my fate," she sighed as she looked at her friends, "just get her to safety," standing KC dropped a knife in the dirt as she walked by McCatney.

"Be safe," McCatney whispered as he watched his old friend pass. The woman looked at him a question in her eyes. "The only rebel I'd trust my life with," McCatney whispered to the woman, and gave her a smile.

As the night waned on McCatney kept a close eye on the three who sat around the fire as he worked the knife through the woman's ropes. The three slept around the dying embers as McCatney led the woman off into the darkness after the sorrel horses he knew to be loosed. Quickly he mounted one of the horses taking the reins of the other, and helping the woman on behind him. He walked the gelding out a ways before kicking the horse into a gentle lope to throw some distance between them and their captors. He headed in the direction of Four Corners. His mind worked over what KC's plan could be knowing full well that the shipment they wanted was headed in a different direction. He continued to ride through out the night.