All his papers were in order and the defense was solid. Lewiston had been hard at work getting ready for court that was scheduled for noon, tomorrow. Thankfully the sheriff and deputy agreed to watch Archie, so he could work, relatively stress free. He looked out the window and saw that it was a clear night without a cloud in the sky. The stars were going to be coming out soon and accompanying that quarter moon that hung in the air. It was that thought and sight that made him think that he had been cooped up in his room for far too long and he should go out and get some fresh air. Also to enjoy a cigarette along with the air.

He wasn't even halfway down the stairs when he heard all the voices and clanging of glasses. It sounded like it was a full house tonight in the saloon and when he got to the bottom of the stairs, he could see he was right. He zigged and zagged through the bar, avoided the people walking back and forth and chairs being pulled in and out in front of him. It was actually a relief when he made it out the door and the cool air hit his skin.

He took a deep breath as he finally escaped the mad house. The faint sound of people could still be heard inside, so Lewiston took a few steps off the porch and into the street. It wasn't long after he started enjoying the night air that he felt a familiar pressure begin in his lower abdomen. The lawyer had to pee.

There was a narrow alley between the saloon and the neighboring building. A perfect spot for Lewiston to relieve himself. The lawyer made his way down the dark alley. It was wide enough for him to walk normally, but he would be unable to spread his arms out all the way. He decided it was halfway down the alley that it was the perfect spot to whip it out and finally go. Out of the two buildings, Lewiston thought it was best to mark the saloon, since he was staying there.

Once he was zipped up, Lewiston was about to make his way out of the alley again, but on the other end of the alley, a shadow moved and caught his attention. Another shadow moved and the low mumbling of a familiar voice was heard. He couldn't make out what was being said at first, but he could tell by the tone of the voices that it was important. Quietly, Lewiston walked down the alley to get a better listen.

A gruff voice began talking. With each step the lawyer took, the clearer he could understand the words. By the time he got towards the end of the alley he was able to catch the end of the sentence. "It's happening tonight."

"Okay." A lady's voice answered back. "I'll keep the lawyer distracted tonight, but don't kill the sheriff or the deputy."

"I'll try, but Sawyer said by any means necessary."

"I don't want anyone's blood on my hands."

"Keep the lawyer out of our hair and at least one life will be spared," the gruff voice said and with that, he walked away. The woman let out a deep sigh. She was clearly concerned, and didn't want any part in this, but here she was. After she finally gathered herself, she stepped into the light. Lewiston already knew who it was, so he wasn't surprised to see that it was Eva Harper. The Delilah to his Samson, but little did she know, she wasn't touching his hair tonight.

She took off walking around the buildings, so she could clearly be seen, coming up the street.

Lewiston lit a cigarette and walked through the alley again and came out the end he entered and immediately walked into the saloon. He didn't want her to know that he had heard them. So, he made his way through the crowd, over to the bar and ordered a bottle of gin with a glass. He leaned against the bar, looking relaxed, as if he had been there for hours. Through the rambunctious crowd, he was able to hear the front door open. It was showtime. He turned around and faced the entrance. There she stood. The sweet Delilah, Mrs. Eva Harper.

She gave him a smile and made her way through the crowd, the men were moving out of the way when they saw a beautiful woman walking towards them. All of them hoped she would look their way, but unfortunately, she only had eyes for Lewiston.

"You get one for me?" she asked, referring to the glass, as she moved up close to him. Not at all hiding what she intended to do with him.

Lewiston picked up the bottle and filled the glass with gin and handed it to her and said, "This is for you," He then showed her the bottle and said, "and this is for me."

He took a swig, straight from the bottle and she laughed as she joined him in taking a sip of her glass. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the stairs. She didn't resist, and followed him with complete faith as she went up the stairs, down the hall, and into his room.

It was quiet, but the crowd could still be heard downstairs. Lewiston locked the door and turned around to see Eva taking off her jacket. She put it on the back of the chair and gave him a seductive look. She couldn't help but look surprised, however, when he seemed unaffected by her look and said, "I would like to talk."

"We can talk later," she said as she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him to kiss him. He stopped her by bringing up the bottle in between them. Confused, she looked at it and he handed it to her and walked away. He moved to the middle of the room and made sure there was some distance in between them. "You might want to take a drink of that first," he added.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"How are you related to the Landen's?" Ignoring her question and asking directly.

"Related? I'm not-" Lewiston didn't cut her off with any words, just a sharp look that said more than words ever could. With this look, she knew she had been caught. She took a deep breath and explained, "I'm Sawyer's niece. The boy who died was my cousin."

He slowly looked away. Even though he was onto her from the beginning, a part of him was still in disbelief as he said, "I knew you had to be involved in some way. I just didn't realize you were this close. "

"Yet you still slept with me?" She said, stunned by this statement.

He gave her a cold, emotionless stare as he said, "I had time to kill."

Her hands gripped tightly around the bottle. Her shoulders tensed as her brow deepened. His words cut her deep. When she thought she was using him, he instead made her feel like he was really using her.

They had been lying to each other the moment they met. So Mrs. Eva Harper felt it was about time that they started being honest with each other for a change.

"That man deserves to die," she stated.

"He does," Lewiston agreed, "just not today."

"You clearly hate him!" She laughed in disbelief. "Hell! The whole town can tell you hate him. Why are you defending him?"

"I was hired to."

"He killed a child."

"Don't be so self absorbed!" Lewiston blew up. Archie's words of relief that he didn't kill a boy of a different color still ringing in his ears. "Your cousin wasn't the first to be killed by that man. I watched him beat and maim countless children. Some because they tried to escape that hell they called a school, while others, because they couldn't understand what lesson was being taught!"

Although she couldn't fully understand what was happening, she was still able to roughly piece together what he was saying when she asked, "Was he-"

"Yes!" Lewiston interrupted. "That man was my teacher. Hit me every day. Beat me every other. I couldn't stand it, Eva! I tried escaping dozens of times! Each time I was caught, I was brought to Archie, because he gave the best beatings. One day, my friend, my only friend, she tried to stop it. He didn't like that. He struck her across the head, multiple times with his cane. She died, bleeding to death in my arms."

Eva was quiet after he said this. No longer able to look at her, Lewiston dropped his eyes. He slowed his breathing to get himself under control. Eva Harper walked across the room, putting the bottle of gin on the table as she walked by it. She wasn't even a foot away from Lewiston as he continued to stand, staring at the floor. She wanted to touch his face but was unsure on how he would react if she did. So, she just kept her hands clasped together at her waist.

"What was her name?" She finally asked.

"Madeline," he gently said, eyes still on the floor.

"Tell me Lewiston, is defending that man the best way to honor Madeline's memory?"

He managed to keep his anger from boiling over when she said that, but gave her a stern look as he said, "You leave her out of this. She's got nothing to do with this."

Energy built up in his body. A combination of rage, sadness and hate, that needed to escape by any means possible. Feeling like he couldn't hold it in much longer, Lewiston walked away from her and went over to the window. And with a quick burst of anger, Lewiston picked up his fist slammed the bottom of it against the wall to relieve himself of all these emotions. It's a pity it didn't work. It never did.

"The school sent my brother away when I was a boy." Lewiston said as he continued to face the wall. His eyes now found their way out the window as he talked. "If I can prove Archie's innocence, they'll tell me where they sent my brother. I'll finally be able to find him."

"Is he still alive?" She asked.

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter. It's been ten years and I have to find him. I have to know what happened to him." He turned around and faced her as his hand still rested on the wall.

She had nothing to say to what he had told her. Her morals were conflicting with each other now. With an untold amount of confusion with her feelings, her morals, and her instincts, she did what so many people have done before. She walked back over to the table and picked up the bottle of gin and took a drink. Lewiston watched her as she dealt with her emotions in the same manner as he did so many times before. He walked over to the table and joined her.

"Now you know. So please," he said in an almost begging voice, "Don't get in my way."

She didn't say anything. She just looked at him and handed him the bottle. He took it and took a swig. Not a big one. Just enough to feel a good enough burn as it went down his throat. He handed the bottle back over to her and she grabbed it and took another drink.

Remembering he had a job to do, Lewiston looked out the window to see if he could see the jailhouse. An assault was planned, and he figured he should get there before it happened, but it looked like he was going to be late. Within the shadows in between two buildings, Lewiston caught the figure of a man. If you weren't looking for him, you wouldn't have seen him, but the glimmer of light from the saloon glistened off his gun. The assault was about to begin now.

Lewiston started walking around the table. Eva looked out the window to see the man walk out of the shadows and head towards the jailhouse. She looked over at Lewiston who was halfway to the door and ran to him.

"Please don't!" She exclaimed, only to be stopped by Lewiston turning around and pointing his gun at her. She froze in place. Her eyes moved from the gun's barrel up into the lawyer's eyes. Eva saw that his eyes were full of sorrow and determination. She knew there was no stopping him. He was a man on a mission. A mission to find the family that he lost. At that moment nobody understood Lewiston more than Mrs. Eva Harper did.

Eva took a deep breath and took a step back. Realizing she had no intentions of stopping him, without saying a word, Lewiston walked out the room.

A gunshot rang out into the night sky.