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Three co-workers let loose on the weekend.

"Reckon you're not hurtin anymore."

He stood and walked over to the burning wagon and the two men on the ground. No need to look closer, he thought. Those men have been dead for better than a day. Turning, he advanced toward the other wagon.

The contents of the wagons had been pawed through and the things not worth the raider's time were scattered over a large area. "Nothin of value left," Zach muttered as he looked inside the remaining wagon. Kneeling, he looked at some tracks around the wagon. "Might have been Indians, but I don't think so. Most probably Comancheros." Zach had developed a habit of talking to his horse on his long journey.

The term Comancheros was used for bands of Indian and Mexican traders in the plains part of the country and in Texas. Zach knew from firsthand knowledge that now the Comancheros were bands of renegade whites, Mexican bandits, and even some Indians. He'd had a run in with a band in New Mexico on his trip west from Missouri. Zach had managed to escape after killing three of them in a running gun battle. Apparently the Comancheros weren't willing to pay the price to bring Zach down.

The tracks showed that the other horses from the wagons had been led off. While he was still examining the tracks, he saw the shadow of someone approaching from behind him. The person causing the shadow raised his arms to strike at Zach.

He quickly rolled to his left, came up to one knee, and pulled his pistol. Only his fast reflexes keep him from firing at the striking young woman standing there with a shovel raised above her head.

"Ma'am, take it easy," Zach said in a soft voice. "No one is going to hurt you." He holstered his gun and slowly stood up. She's more of a girl than a woman, Zach thought.

The young woman's hair was mussed and her bonnet was pushed off to one side of her head. The bonnet was a dark blue which contrasted nicely with her auburn almost red hair. The blue eyes were wide and had a wild look in them.

Her face and hands were just beginning to tan and weather as if she hadn't spent much time outside. She was about 5' 7 which was tall for a woman of that time.

The woman turned to face Zach, with the shovel still raised above her head. It was several seconds of staring at him before she lowered her weapon.

"That's right Ma'am. No one is going to hurt you," Zach repeated. He held his hands out in a peaceful gesture. "I'm Zachery Carson ma'am."

There was no response from the girl. She continued to stare at Zach.

"What's your name Miss?" Zach smiled at the woman and chuckled. "You're too young to be called Ma'am."

After several more seconds the woman replied. "My name is Lady Kathleen Astor."

"Lady?" Zach asked. He really didn't care, people could call themselves whatever they wanted in his mind, but it was the first response from the girl.

"Yes Lady. My father is Sir Gerald Astor, a Knight of the Realm; therefore my title is Lady."

"A Knight of the Realm? What's that? What realm?" Zach knew but he wanted to keep her talking. She looked a little shaky and sometimes talking helped to steady people.

"Father was knighted by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria, for his military service to the crown in India." Kathleen stood tall and regal as she recited her father's accomplishments.

She's very full of herself, Zach thought and smiled. This country will take that out of her soon enough. "All right Milady," he said stressing the title. "Care to tell me what happened?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Lady Astor answered. "We were set on by ruffians." Pointing to the two dead men she continued. "Serves them right for what they did."

"It serves them right to get killed protecting you?" Zach shook his head in disbelief.

"Not for that. Those two kidnapped me and made away with me in the night. They said they were going to demand a ransom from my father." Kathleen's voice quivered as she spoke.

Zach couldn't tell if it was anger that the men had treated her in such a manner or if it was relief that the men no longer had