It was Sunday morning when a young boy, a stable hand, from the stables interrupted him laying flowers at the tombstone of his wife and child. He nervously explained that the woman had taken her horse out moments ago. Uther had paid the young man daily to keep an eye out for the woman and her horse since he felt she would attempt to go off on her own. He knew she would get herself killed if she was not ready, it took a lot to look a man in the face and take his life even if hatred and vengeance was on her mind!<br/><br/>Uther thanked the boy and went to retrieve his horse after learning in which direction she had gone. Finding her tracks he decided to follow, wondering if she was actually going to Fort Mercer but found she was going towards one of the abandoned ranches out of the city limits. It was a place one did not go without being prepared but he did not rush to her rescue. Uther would look out for her, keep his distance and see how she reacted. If she really wanted her vengeance, she would have to realize the difference between shooting cans and shooting a living, breathing person.