Last Updated: 3/30/99

Vin and Nathan drove their mounts along the trail, the wind blowing back the brims of their hats as they galloped. The ride out to the Taylor ranch usually took about an hour by wagon, but considerably less time had passed as they came over the crest of the last hill to see the small house laid out before them. Vin pulled his gelding to a stop while they were still in the trees, a good quarter mile from the house, and Nathan came up to wait beside him as Vin produced his spyglass and surveyed the area. "See anythin'?" Nathan asked as the tracker tucked the glass away.

"Nothin'," he replied. Gingerly, he and Nathan urged their horses towards the house below.

They were about a hundred yards away when the wind shifted, carrying the scent of the house straight into their nostrils. Both men winced at the thick smell of death, and the horses shied nervously, Vin's rearing with a whinny while Nathan's tried to turn and bolt back to the treeline. Nathan fought his gelding to a standstill, ending the horse's flight, though the animal still danced nervously in place. Vin had pulled his black back down to the ground and was fighting to keep it from careening to the safety of the trees, as well. Both men temporarily lost interest in the house as they worked to quiet their animals.

"Shh, shh, shh," Jack continued his mantra to the baby as he walked through the house looking for a bottle or some milk or anything else that might keep her quiet.

"Hmm," he paused. "Shushing you doesn't seem to be working." He held her away from his shoulder for a moment, looking at her. "Maybe if I talk to you it'll help?" The little girl didn't answer so he continued. "So, you've had a pretty hard life, huh? Stuck in the middle on nowhere, no electricity, no PLUMBING, spent the night out in the grass while your parents were murdered." The baby quieted some as he spoke. "I can relate to that. Well, except for all the parts other than living in the middle of nowhere." He smiled down at the baby as though he expected her to get the joke. She just stared back at him. "Hmm, not the comedy type. But I bet you are the milk type. Do you know where the fridge is?" Again she just stared. "I guess not."

He went into the kitchen area of the room to see if there was any kind of cold storage. "No milk, no formula, not even a bottle. I guess Mommy was doing in the old fashion way. Well don't look at me to take her place." *But I do need to get you some food, and soon.* As if to emphasize his thought, the baby started crying again. "Okay... Kitty," He needed to call her something and hey baby didn't seem right. "I'm going to get you some food, but you've got to keep this a secret between you and me. I'm going to--"

Jack stopped mid-sentence when he heard the slightly distant neighing of horses outside. "Horses? Sheesh, we are in the boonies," he said to the little girl in his arms. "Maybe they can help us out." The baby continued her weak crying. "But before we do that, let's get that bottle for you." Jack reached out to the table where dinner was still sitting. "I don't know what exactly goes into a good baby formula, but we'll just see what I come up with." In an instant some of the food and one of the dishes disappeared then reappeared in bottle form in his hand. "Let's see if this is any good." Taking a quick taste, Jack made an exaggerated expression of distaste. "Well it tastes bad enough to be baby formula." Holding the bottle for her to drink he headed back to the door to see who might be coming.

Jack looked out the door and saw the two riders struggling with their horses. *What is up with their clothes?* he wondered. "Beggars can't be choosers," he whispered then stuck his head out further to get their attention. That was when he noticed the guns; two per man plus rifles on their saddles, and was that one guy wearing knives? Quickly withdrawing into the house he tried to decide what to do.

"Well, we've got two options, Kitty," he said as he rushed to the front door. "Those are the killers and they've returned to the scene of the crime to finish their work by finding you in which case we should run for it. OR they are some weird friends of the family coming for a visit in which case they'd be happy to help a man covered in blood and holding the deceaseds' child. Which do you like better? I'm with you kid, it's not normal to carry that much artillery for a visit. Let's get out of here."

Holding the baby tight and hoping she could keep quiet until they were a safe distance away from the house, Jack took off running. He did his best to be inconspicuous and hoped the riders would be too distracted by their skittish mounts to notice him before he got to better cover.

Clair listened carefully to all that Charlie had to say,she knew the other girl was right. She took Charlie`s hand in hers and gently squeezed. "i saw the blood too Charlie, but you saw more than me i didn`t know about the baby". Charlie seemed to relax with the knowledge that she was no longer alone in the nightmare vision. "We`ll ride after the men,but first there`s more we need to know". Clair could feel the tremors racing threw Charlie`s body as understanding dawned on the other girl. She saw the fear in Charlie`s eyes at what she was asking her to do.

Charlie was shaking her head "no don`t ask me to see it again ,i can`t."

"Yes you can Charlie,i promise i won`t be as bad" Clair soothed. "The images will have an order not random, no suprises" Clair continued to speak in soft tones to ease Charlie`s fear. She gestured for Kit to come closer. "I`ll need you here too,there`ll be things only you can hear and see".

Kit blinked in surprise, but moved closer to the two and crouched down beside Charlie. As she perched, she could almost feel a tangible aura eminating from the other two, a feeling like static electricity that set the hairs on the back of her neck to prickling. Kit balanced easily on the balls of her feet and she felt herself begin to *shift* again, scent and sound sharpening, and she grabbed it with her mind and controlled it - not pushing it back, but not letting it all the way forward, either. Her golden eyes were bright as she watched the two women, watching silently.

Charlie hesitated for a minute. "Clair..." She held a hand up to her mouth, thinking. She finally decided to get it over with. "All right," She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling trying to hide the tears in her eyes. It scared her to think she would have to see those things again. She swallowed carefully. She closed her eyes. The pictures came immediately. There was the inside farmhouse again, the blood all over the walls and the floor. Then a man with Nathan and Vin. He was holding the baby in his arms. Something had changed. She hadn't seen him before. He wasn't dressed the same as the other two. His clothes were...different. He didn't look like he was from around here. Then there was Buck again, but this time he wasn't dead. He was talking to someone. Then the picture of Buck, the one before when she had fallen asleep. Other things that hadn't been there before were. The town was covered in blood. Charlie's heart jumped to her throat when she saw this. Everyone was dead.

Charlie opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak then closed it again. She was going to cry. She shook her head. "Did you see it?" She asked, tears running down her face.

Clair sorted threw the images that flowed from Charlie`s mind, searching for the one thing that wasn`t there. She felt Charlie`s mind withdraw, she opened her eyes and Charlie was staring at her "Did you see it?" she asked.

"Yes charlie, but it`s not finished just give me a few more seconds. We`re stronger together than we are apart, if we`re going to be of any use to anyone we have to see this threw," She explained. She closed her eyes and shot threw time and space to the isolated farmhouse. She watched as the stranger tried to soothe the infant in his arms, he seemed ill at ease with the small bundle. The pounding of hooves drawing nearer drew her attention away from the baby, she immediately noticed Vin riding towards the homestead. Clair`s frustration grew, these things she had already seen threw Charlie. As the thought entered her mind the canvas of her vision changed and shifted. Dark thunderheads gather over the hills just beyond the homestead. Clair felt a change in the air, subtle at first, a thickness growing and expanding until it was hard to draw even the slightest of breaths. Pure evil permeated the air, sliding over her skin like an oily sheen. Ear splitting thunder rocked the very ground around her feet, a brilliant streak of lighting drew Clair`s attention to the hilltop. Horror as she had never know wrapped itself around her. Standing at the crest of the hill was a man in black, the very core of the evil that hung heavy in the air. Lighting flashed from the sky striking the ground at his feet.

"Can you see his face, look at his face," Clair whispered to Kit. Clair`s own ears were filled with malevolent laughter issued forth from the creature on the hill. A fridgade breeze swirling threw Clair`s room yanked all three women back to the present.

The three stood shivering staring at one another."Did you see his face?" Clair frantically asked Kit. Barely giving Kit a chance to answer she turned to the large bureau where she kept her earthly pocessions. She opened the top drawer and took out the derringer she kept there. She tucked the weapon in the waist band of her skirt, she reached back into the drawer and withdrew and silk bundle. She carefully opened the wrapping and pulled free a silver medallion. Two serpents were cast in the center separated by a single emerald. Turning back to the other women, she tucked the medallion into her shirt it fell heavy between her breasts. "We go now, we can`t wait, "Clair voiced with an unwavering determination.

"Wait!" Charlie wiped the tears off of her face. "We can't go yet. We have to find Buck and Josiah." Clair took her hand off the doorknob of her boarding room door. "I can't leave without knowing they're safe. I haven't seen them today, and I want to know they're gonna be okay when we go." She spoke insistently as she walked over to the door and opened it. "Why don't the both of you go on out there, and I'll just meet you." She saw Clair's and Kit's faces turn from hesitation to objection. "Just go. I promise, I'll meet you there. But you have to go and get Vin and Nathan. You have got to get them back here." Her voice held an urgency the other two women most definitely understood. But neither had a chance to say anything. Charlie hadn't waited for an answer, she disappeared out the door and was gone before either could speak.

Charlie ran down the hall of the boarding house, around the same corner she had run into J.D. at before, and down another hall straight to her boarding room. She pulled a key out of her pocket, put it in the door but it didn't work. "Ah hell!" She cursed, and then hoped no one had heard. She realized she still had the key to Clair's room then dug another key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She rushed into the room and grabbed a small box of bullets. 'Just in case,' She thought to herself. She ran back out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

Clair and Kit left the boarding house and made their way to the livery. Kit and Clair and stepped threw the livery door into the dark interior. Clair moved towards a stall with a large chestnut standing patiently. She threw a lead around the horse`s neck and led the horse out of the stall, grabbing the tack off the top rung of the stall.Kit looked on in suprise, Clair didn`t seem to be the kind of girl to know her way around a livery.

Buck Wilmington walked along the boardwalk scanning the street hoping to catch sight of his niece Charlie. He was dreading telling her he wasn`t taking her shooting today. After spending half the night drinking and playing cards with Ezra the last thing he felt like doing was listening to a volley of gun fire. He reached the edge of town and still no sign of Charlie. He shrugged his shoulders - he`d at least made the effort to tell her, he thought to himself. As he turned to head for the saloon he noticed Josiah stalking up the steps to the church, a young woman hot on his heels. Buck smiled, this warranted further investigation. He wasn`t about to let a pretty girl slip past him.

Casey stepped aside as the stranger in black entered the Clarion`s office. Mary started to give the man a polite greeting and stopped abruptly. Casey watched as the man walked directly towards Gia. The other woman paled and scuttled backwards until she made hard contact with Mary`s desk. Casey noticed Gia`s complexion had turned pasty and she was shaking violently. The man was about to reach for Gia, when the little silver bell above the door jingled as someone entered. Maude Standish stepped threw the door with a sheet of paper clutched in her hand. Casey and Mary turned at the sound of the bell, seeing it was Maude they turned back to the stranger. To the women`s shock the man in black had vaporized, the only thing left to mark his presence was the lingering stench of burnt flesh. Maude pulled a scented handkerchief from the front of her dress and held it to her nose. "My word what is that repulsive aroma?"she murmured. Casey turned a questioning stare to Mary.

"What the hell was that?", asked Maude frantically.

Gia, trying to hide her fear and not allow the women to know she knew who that entity was, spoke, "Well, that has never happened to me before". Gia then offered a slight giggle, trying to put the other women at ease.

Mary then offered, "You know, I had forgotten but, I was cleaning a press in the back with a really strong cleaner. I'm sure the fumes are causing us to hallucinate".

"But what of that atrusious odor, Mrs. Travis? It smells like burning flesh", asked Maude.

"I'm sure it's our imagination", said Gia as she stared into Maude's eyes, silently making her agree. Maude just stared back & said "You are completely correct, Mrs. Travis. I do believe that it is these fumes. I feel a bit faint".

"Maybe we ought to all go outside", suggested Casey.

"Let's do that", agreed Mary.

The four women then exited The Clarion. After taking in the fresh air, Mary turned to Gia with a smile. "Ms. Mayfaire, please join me and my son Billy for dinner tonight. I could show you around town and introduce to everyone. Casey, I would also like for you and Nettie to join us, as well. Also Casey, maybe you can help me ask Chris and the others. We can also invite them, too".

"Yes, ma'am", said Casey with a smile. She turned to tell Gia and Maude goodbye and ran off to find JD and Buck.

Mary turned to Maude and asked if the resturant at the Ritz could accomadate them. Maude whole-heartedly agreed. "Good, then we shall be there around 7ish. And if I know our able peacekeepers, they are all at the Saloon. I shall go and ask them to join us this evening", stated Mary.

Gia smiled in agreement, "I can't wait". Gia bid Maude and Mary goodbye and turned to make her way back to the hotel.

Gia was very pleased. She would finally get to meet the seven that this town both loved and feared. She was eager see what she was up against. Oh, how she loved a good challenge. But, then her mind drifted back to the incident at the Clarion. She silently cursed. That damn Kristof!! How dare he make himself visible for others to see! Kristof was a powerful demon that Gia had a relationship with. He could be considered the Mayfaire Coven's evil guide through the realm of Black Magic. Gia's mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and so on worshipped Kristof. Although she would not admit it to her family, she was very fearful of him. He was a very powerful and evil demon. He wanted something, or else he would not have pulled that stunt at the paper. But what? Could it have to do with her father's visit with that woman, Mary Travis?

Casey ran off to find JD and Buck. She found both of them in the church helping Josiah. "Hey guys!" Casey said.

" Well hello Casey. How are you today?" Buck asked.

"I'm fine. Mary wanted me to ask all of y'all over for super tonight. She wants everybody to meet Gia." said Casey.

"Sounds like a great idea. I'm getting hungry all ready." Buck said and Casey laughed.

"This Gia, she came in the other day with her family, right?" Josiah asked Casey.

"Yeah. I met her earlier and introduced her to Mary." said Casey.

"Well tell Mary we'll meet her tonight for supper." Buck said.

"Ok." Casey said and turned to leave.

After Casey left Buck turned to Josiah. "Say Josiah, how come you've been so interested in this Gia girl since she arrived?"

" I'm not really sure. There's just something about her that isn't right." Josiah said.

"What do you mean Josiah?" JD asked.

" I can't really explain it JD. I just have this evil feeling about her."

Buck and JD just stared at each other.

Charlie walked down he boardwalk looking around for Buck. She ran across the street and poked her head in the hotel door. Sometimes he was there, but this time he wasn't. She closed the door softly and turned around. She looked up and down the main street. She finally saw him on the steps of the church and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Charlie ran off the boardwalk and down the street.

"Buck!" She gasped, out of breath. She stopped at the bottom of the steps and leaned down and rested her hands on her knees. She tried not to show the worry and fear that was inside her, on her face. Buck turned around and looked at her. Charlie saw Josiah and Jennifer standing on the porch a few steps from where Buck was. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs, as she had finally been able to catch her breath. But now...she had no idea what she was gonna say to him.

"Buck,...Kit and Clair invited me to go shooting with them.. so if it's okay with you I'm gonna go." She waited for his answer. Buck didn't know what to say. She didn't even look well enough to be standing up. He saw the tear stains on her cheeks, how red her eyes were. And this story about shooting, he didn't believe that either. Especially since Charlie knew he didn't like her shooting by herself.

"You feelin' alright, kid? You don't look so good. Maybe you need to see Nathan." He had a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, Buck, but I have to go. I need to try and catch them at the livery." She turned to go. Buck grabbed her shoulder.

"No, no, no. Just come over here." He pulled her back toward him. "What's really goin' on?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, Buck. I just promised I'd meet them and we'd go shooting. That's all." She shrugged innocently.

"Charlie, I've known you all your life. Where are you really goin'?" He asked impatiently. Charlie dropped her shoulders and looked at the ground.

"We're going to that creek down by the Taylor's farm house. There's supposed to be good shooting targets down there." She confessed.

"Well, why didn't you just say so in the first place?" He laughed. "I'll go with ya!"

Charlie looked up quickly. "Why?" She asked, panic almost showing in her voice, but not quite.

"'Cause, I don't want you girls to get hurt." He said in all seriousness. "One little mistake could get someone killed."

Charlie cursed herself in the back of her mind. "Buck, we'll be fine." She reassured him.

"I'm still goin' with you." He turned to Josiah up on the porch. "I'm goin' with Charlie. When you see Chris you be sure and tell him alright?" Josiah nodded a little. Buck turned back to Charlie who had started toward the livery. "Charlie, wait!" He yelled and started after her.

Charlie just kept walking. This wasn't what she had meant to happen. This is probably how he ends up getting killed. When he does.....it'll be all her fault. He would've been safer not knowing where she was.

"Oh, God...what am I gonna do??" She whispered to herself.

Jon checked the straps on Jezebelle's pack one last time. The mule had been antsy all morning, and the last thing he needed was to have the season's furs scattered down the trail.

From behind him came a rattling growl, that crept closer and closer. Jon couldn't help smiling as the source sprang forward. Rosie darted between his legs, siezing a dangling strap between her teeth and shaking it violently.

The game stopped being funny, however, when two things happened. First, Jezebelle spoked. And second, the mongral pup was suddenly holding a most of the strap instead of just the end. Furs rained down around her.

Spurred on by a survial instinct, Rosie tore off. Unfortunatly, she didn't let go of the strap. Rosie went one way, Jezebelle went the other, and Jon's ankles stayed in the center.

The ground was, predictably, hard.

Half an hour later things had finally calmed down and Jon was headed down the mountain.

Jack dove to the ground in the tall grass a few hundred feet from the house.

"You okay, kid?" he asked the baby in his arms holding the bottle up for her to drink again. Kitty sucked contentedly on the makeshift bottle as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "At least one of us is having a good day."

Crawling along the ground as best he could with a baby, he continued moving away from the house. The horses had quieted down and he could only hope that meant the riders had dismounted and were checking out the house.

"My jacket!" he exclaimed realizing he'd left it on the back fence. As though to emphasize his blunder, a suddenly cold wind blew through the grass. Looking up at the sky he saw the growing clouds of a coming storm. "Great, just great."

This place was dark, very dark. She couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. She put her hands out, nothing. She knelt down, she had no idea where she was but she didn't want to fall. She felt the floor. It was hard, cold, and nothing like she'd ever felt before. It felt like....rock...or stone....smoothed. She felt around her to make sure she could walk. The floor, or ground, was solid. She stood slowly and stepped forward. She still felt nothing in front of her. She was starting to get scared, almost panicky. Things could be here, lurking in the blackness, watching her. Suddenly she felt something on her arm, a rough, strong, harsh hand held her. She tried to run, to get away. There was a loud a sound, a man screaming something, then she couldn't move, she couldn't yell out, she couldn't see.

Charlie's eyes opened and she was staring at the darkening sky. She was in someone's arms, but whose? Buck leaned over her.

"Charlie, are you alright?!" He asked frantically. Charlie nodded slightly, she tried to think of what had happened. Then she remembered. She had suddenly become dizzy, then she couldn't stand up anymore. Something had happened while she was unconscious, another vision...or so it seemed. She didn't see anything but the darkness.

Charlie pulled herself to a sitting position slowly. They were right outside the livery. Thank heaven it hadn't been in the middle of the street. Buck supported her as she rubbed the back of her head. She had hit the ground awfully hard. She looked up and saw Clair and Kit looking at her. She couldn't read the expressions on their faces. Maybe because things were still fuzzy.

Buck helped her stand up.

"Maybe you should go back to your room and lay down." He told her.

"No. I'm okay. I just...." She paused a minute. "need to get some water." She finished. She let go of Buck and walked past Kit and Clair into the livery.

She was both embarrassed and scared.

Kit wordlessly watched Charlie go into the livery, her mind still reeling somewhat from the furious aftermath of the episode in Clair's room. Clair had asked if she'd been able to see the face of the man on the hill in their shared vision. She hadn't been able to see him clearly - it felt as though her gaze kept sliding off of him every time she tried to look, like quicksilver - but she had been able to smell him. Could still smell him. His scent was pressed indelibly on her memory, and even the approaching thunderstorm with its promise of heavy rain wasn't enough to wash the stench from her nostrils. Death, decay, and... something else. Something dark. Something ominous.

She held the reins of her dappled indian pony in knotted hands, carefully keeping Tim's equine bulk between herself and Clair's mount. Her eyes flashed and narrowed as she recalled the man's scent again, remembering his silhouette on the skyline, the lightning striking at his feet. Her upper lip curled in the beginnings of a snarl, one that was cut short when Tim butted her heavily in the chest with his head. Kit blinked, startled, then darted a look at Clair and Buck, hoping they hadn't noticed the byplay. Fortunately their attention was on Charlie as she returned from the depths of the livery. "Thanks," she murmured in her horse's ear.

Buck looked sternly at his niece. "You really oughtn't be doing this," he scolded, genuinely worried over the bump she had taken on the noggin. Charlie shook her head adamantly.

"I'm all right. I feel fine," she assured him. Kit and Clair exchanged a quick glance, hoping Buck would believe the lie.

"Well, you'd best wait for me, then," ordered Buck sternly.

"You're coming with us?" blurted Kit.

Buck nodded. "Yup, can't have anything happening to you fine young ladies, out there on your own." He started to move past the trio of girls, intent on fetching his big grey from the stable.

"Oh," Clair said, momentarily stunned. She looked out into the darkening sky, then over at Charlie, who was looking worried and woozy.

"I told him we were going shooting, and he invited himself along. I tried to tell him no," Charlie whispered. "He wouldn't listen."

"Well, we'll just have to change his mind," Kit murmured, handing Tim's reins over to Charlie. "Here - hold these. And be ready." Charlie took them as Kit turned into the livery, going towards the stall where Buck was already starting to tack up his gelding. Kit grinned wolfishly, stalking lightly down the aisle.

"Whoa, there," Buck's voice carried from the stall. "Dammit, hold still, willya?" The snort of an agitated horse reached Kit's ears and she smiled, moving closer until she could see Buck in the stall. He was trying to get a saddle on the big grey's back as the horse danced away, and the two ended up circling each other in some sort of bizarre ballet.

"Trouble?" she asked innocently, eyes bright as she watched them. The horse noticed her and backed away, snorting and tossing his head, sending Buck stumbling back against the far side of the stall. Kit turned away momentarily to look over at Clair and Charlie, who were waiting by the livery entrance, and gave them an urgent wave, shooing them away. "Get going!" she mouthed. "I'll catch up!"

In the stall, Buck tried unsuccessfully to calm the bulky gelding. "What the hell's got into you? Will you... whoa!" He ducked alertly as the grey reared, forelegs flailing in midair. Buck scrambled out of the stall, leaving saddle and pads on the straw bedded floor. From the safety of the aisle, he looked in on his horse in disbelief. The gelding still danced nervously, tossing his head and snorting, his eyes rolling madly.

"He looks a mite upset," Kit said dryly. "Wonder if it's the storm comin' in?" Buck looked at her, then noticed that the livery doorway behind her was empty. Clair and Charlie had vanished.

"Aw, hell," he sighed.

"Look at it this way, Buck," Kit offered sympathetically, "I doubt they'll be out long, what with the rain coming in. And they likely won't have time to do any shooting, anyway."

Buck looked doubtful. "You think so? Charlie's awful stubborn when she wants to be."

"They'll probably get halfway there and decide to come back, probably soaked," Kit assured him. She grinned. "And at least you'll still be dry. And then you can chew 'em both out for being fools to try and go shooting in the rain."

Buck had to smile at that. "You might have a point, there." The low rumble of approaching thunder echoed through the livery, causing Buck to look up. "We'd best get moving, though, if we're going to light somewhere dry and wait for 'em to come back."

"I've got a couple of errands I need to run yet for Mr. Bucklin," Kit demurred. "I've gotta hurry if I want to get them done before the storm breaks." She followed Buck from the livery, and turned down the street as he headed for the saloon. Once he was safely out of sight, she dashed down a side alley with furtive glances left and right, heading for the edge of town.

While Casey and Mary were busy finding the others to inform them of supper at the hotel to properly greet the new residents of Four Corners, Gia had made her way back to the hotel.

She needed to find her father and find out what business he had conducted with Mary Travis and also discuss the incident with Kristof at The Clarion. Gia found her father in his room reading the daily paper.

"Father, what were you discussing with Mary Travis today?", asked Gia calmly.

"I was getting information about the town. You know I keep hearing stories about these seven men. I'm a bit worried, particularly about one of them. He is a former preacher. He might be able to 'read' us", answered Geoffery Mayfaire.

"But he is a hired gun NOW. I doubt if he will be a problem", said Gia. "Besides, we have a bigger problem to deal with at the moment". Gia went on to inform her father of the event that occurred at the paper with the demon. Both Gia and her father pondered on what Kristof could want. It was decided, though, that after their dinner engagement with the others, Gia must contact Kristof and do whatever she must to appease him.

Gia then asked her father to inform her brothers of the dinner invitation and to meet her downstairs when they had dressed appropriately. Gia then went to her room to change.

When she entered her room, she had a strange, but pleasant feeling overcome her. She knew what her mission was and why she and her family were in the town of Four Corners. Somehow, tonight, she felt that she would accomplish part of that mission. A sly, wicked smile spread across her beautiful face as she thought of all the mayhem she was going to afflict on this peaceful, small town and it's precious residents.

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