Undertakerpart3

�Send someone for the sheriff. Now!� he hollered out in the saloon. Immediately the half doors swung open, emitting someone into the night. All the patrons sat on the edge of their seats, wary of where this would lead.

When the Sheriff rushed into the saloon moments later, the scene hadn�t altered; the colt .45 was still aimed at Buck�s forehead.

�What�s all this �bout?� the Sheriff asked, his tone authoritative. When he recognized the Undertaker holding the gun, the sheriff visibly relaxed. His expression changed to one of obvious respect.

�I need you to witness the signing over of the property this man owes me.� His gaze stayed on Buck. He had no intention of releasing Buck from his sights until the deed had been signed and he knew where to find her.

Buck piped up then, a smug smile on his face. �I can�t write.�

�The Sheriff can write it for you. You can make your mark. We have enough witnesses to know you did it.�

Reluctantly, he released the hammer on the Colt. Another full minute passed before the gun was lowered and replaced into its holster.

The transaction took place, with Buck signing an "X" in place of his name. The Undertaker eyed the document, recognizing the area the land was located at. It was legal. It was all his. The land and the woman. Finally, he would find her.

His eyes cast down, the Sheriff spoke quietly, �Mr. Undertaker, would you mind leaving with me. These parts can�t be trusted for fair fights.�

The meaning was clear to all in the room. Before the bounty hunter acquiesced, he bent down close to Buck and whispered into his ear.

�If I ever see you again, you bastard, I�ll kill you on the spot. Stay away from Kristian!� A grin slid onto his face when Buck gasped with shock.

With that parting shot he left, straddled his horse and headed for his new home. Nestled somewhere in the Colorado Rockies she waited for him. His vision blurred with images of wild chestnut hair and flashing emerald eyes.

She didn�t know it yet, but he was her savior.