Date: Mon, 6 Mar 1995 23:02:00 -0700 Reply-To: KELLY GIBSON Sender: Highlander TV show stories From: KELLY GIBSON Organization: Nitelog BBS, Monterey CA. (408) 655-1096 BBS 655-8710 Voice Subject: Resurrection-Part 2 Suddenly, Duncan is torn from the past as he senses Ritchie coming up in the elevator. As usual, Ritchie bursts into the room with the exuberance only the truly young at heart have. Usually, Duncan loves hearing Ritchie re-count his latest exploits, but his mood is still too dark for such enthusiasm. *Mac, you're not gonna believe the babe I went out with last night. Man, this girl is incredible.* Ritchie walks over to the sink and begins a pot of coffee. *We went to Joe's, and she loves the place! Man, I had such a great time!* Ritchie finishes the coffee, and turns to find Mac staring blankly out the window. *Mac? Yo, earth to Mac?* Duncan tears himself away from the window to face Ritchie. "Sorry Ritchie. I'm glad you've met someone you like. I'm afraid I'm just not very good company today.* He turns back to the window watching as the first drops of rain fall silently against the glass. *What is it? Did something happen between you and Anne? I know she's been pushing you about your past. You guys didn't break up did you? Is that it? Come on Mac, talk to me!* Duncan doesn't turn from the window, but replies *No, Anne and I didn't break up, though our relationship is strained to say the least." Inhaling deeply as if this will cure his troubled soul, he continues. *I've just been thinking of someone from the past, that's all. I'm sure my head will clear in a couple of days.* Ritchie knowing the subject was now closed, didn't press it. Mac would open up to him eventually, but only on his schedule. "OK, I won't push it. I'll be downstairs in the office if you need me. And tonight, I'll be with the woman of my dreams!!* Ritchie left Duncan still transfixed at the window as those words echoed in the recesses of his mind....*woman of my dreams.* Duncan and Ryan had been having an exuberating time. Town after town they have visited. Now however, in the solitude of the Colorado wilderness they have time for reflection. Riding side by side so they can converse, Duncan feels it's time he gets some answers to questions that have been nagging him. *Ryan, in the last couple of months, I've never known you to be with a woman. You do like women, don't you?* Ryan knowing his friend isn't being malicious, laughs uproariously. It is a happy, heart-felt laugh that rings off the trees. Straightening his posture and taking an exaggerated deep breath he replies in his best Scottish accent, *Duncan, me friend, the fair maidens all seem to prefer a strong Scottish brute, to a wee little Irish man like meself!* "Ryan, you have mastered the art of bullshit!* Now, himself laughing uproariously, Duncan continues. *I hereby coronate you, Ryan O'Malley, of the Irish O'Malley's, as the celibate king of the wee people! Now look what you've done, damn you! You've got me speaking of them! Next thing you know they'll be popping out of the trees trying to lure us to their gold!* Ryan was laughing so hard, he had to break open the flask of whiskey to get a grip. Passing it on to Duncan, he just simply smiled at his friend. Duncan knew this was Ryan's own quiet way of saying *back off*. Respecting his friend, he did just that, knowing he would have his answers when Ryan was ready to give them. The terrain began to change. The deep forest they had been in not more than a mile back, was gone. Now it is replaced with a vast open plain. In this startingly beautiful landscape, one could really feel insignificant. Ryan and Duncan could both feel something palaptable in the air. The mighty Colorado River is rushing some 500 feet below them, yet her water's cries are as loud as thunder. They could feel something wrong. Stopping they turn to look around them. That's when they see it on the horizon. Not more than 200 feet in front of them was a sea of brown. _A buffalo stampede!_ Duncan and Ryan charge their mounts, Ryan calls *West*, and Mac cries *No, Ryan, East* But it was too late. Ryan has already started in that direction and Mac has no choice but to follow him. They manage to go only 500 feet or so, before the land plumets into the mighty Colorado below. Dismounting from their steeds, they face each other. *I told you East, but no, you had to go West, well look at the mess we're in now!* *Oh, like you really have to worry about drowning! Give the horse's a start and let's get this over with!* Ryan says. Duncan gives his steed a small peck between the eyes. He will certainly miss this fine animal, but he also knows that the Indian tribes of this area will value such a fine steed. Grabbing his sword and his back pack, he winks at Ryan. *Thank God for Immortality!* *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* To be continued. I hope you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it. I look forward to your comments. --- ~ SLMR 2.1a ~ =========================================================================