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Dawn Morrison was sitting in the Sheriff's vehicle on their way to the Cheyenne Reservation. You see when Sheriff Walt Longmire put the Reservation's Police Chief in jail for extortion six months ago; let's say Officer Mathias wasn't happy. He had told Walt that he would punch out Walt next time he set foot on the reservation.

"So do you think we'll get a fruit basket?" Dawn looked over at Walt as they turned into the reservation.

Walt looks at his deputy and as much as her comment may be juvenile he can't help but smile. Dawn Morrison was a surprise when she came to him and Absaroka County two years ago, her mother had left with her when she was two years old and never came back. Barbara Morrison was what many in Absaroka County would refer to as the town whore, Barbie as she was called by her male patrons was discerning and high priced so the candidates for Dawn's father were limited. Dawn came back two years ago when her uncle, Les Morrison left her a farm in the county and a business right inside the Cheyenne Reservation limits. She has never come right out and said it but Walt suspects that her mother sold her to a man or two for sex during her childhood. Deputy Morrison has added to his team, she had spent three years on New York City's Vice squad, an invaluable member when it came to interrogation and hostage situations. Walt looks to her as another daughter, one who just needs to be accepted for who she is and that he does try to do.

Walt doesn't respond because indeed the Reservation Police are sandwiching them, an SUV behind them and Mathias's cruiser in front. He believes that all Mathias needs is some persuasion and so he parks his Bronco and steps out with the lists.

"Stay here and don't move" he tells Deputy Morrison.

Dawn rolls her eyes, "Okay but when he throws tomatoes at you don't come crying to me."

Dawn sits and no sooner than Walt walks up to the front of the truck, Mathias sucker punches Sheriff Longmire. "What the fuck" Dawn jumps out the beaten up truck and finds herself in front of Officer Mathias and her fist in his face that she only realizes it when she hears the crack of the impact as his nose breaks. Next thing she knows Walt has his arms wrapped around her and has her turned around facing the truck shielding her from Mathias rebuttal. She doesn't have to worry because one of his men has him held back and Mathias has blood running down his nose.

"That bitch" Mathias screeches.

"You're a coward and a pussy." Dawn railed against Walt.

"Stop the both you or I'll put you both in jail." Sheriff Walt Longmire commands them as he keeps a hold of Dawn.

One of Mathias fellow Officer's gives him something to wipe off the blood from his nose and face.

"So did you guys come here to beat up on the Reservation?" Mathias spat out.

"No we came here to talk to the men that are on our list, ones that own a particular high powered rifle." Walt bit out as he slightly let his grip on Dawn.

"Why would we help you?" Mathias responded

"You know what Walt, they don't care about justice, their police chief was skimming funds. Maybe Mathias is just like his police chief." Dawn snipped as Walt rested her against the hood of his Bronco and kept himself slightly in front of her.

This got under Mathias's skin, he was not like the old police chief. As much as he hated to admit it, Deputy Morrison had a point and she also had a tough right hook. "Fine give me a list we'll check it out, think this a joint task force."

Walt gave him the list, "Give us a call with what you find." Walt walked Dawn and opened the now broken handle in the truck and made she was in before he made his way in.

When he got in Dawn was sure she would get it but he didn't say anything in his Walt way. The first words out of his mouth wasn't about the fight but were about coffee.

"So you need some coffee?" Coffee was Walt's precursor to asking Dawn if she wanted to talk about it, as in some deep seeded childhood issue.

"Yeah, a little bit. " This meant that she would give a little info but not enough to where there were tears or a big confession.

They drive into Durant and he goes into the only diner in town, the Busy Bee. She stays in the truck this time and gets a call from Vic and Branch, the other owners of the high powered rifle so far have alibi's.

"So how did it go on the Reservation." Vic asking for some amusement, knowing the Mathias and her hate each other. Dawn hated his cockiness and blindness and he couldn't stand it that she was female.

"Well, I punched Mathias after he punched Walt. He still hates us and we aren't invited back."

Vic smiled at that, even though Vic had a good six years on the fellow deputy she respected the younger woman. Dawn life experiences had left a mark on her and Vic wanted to be a big sister she could lean on.

"As a fellow deputy have to say what were you thinking but as a woman , I say you go girl."

After a few more minutes of giving Vic a play by play, Walt comes out with coffee, sits beside her on the picnic table down the street from the Busy Bee and it's time to get serious. Dawn hangs up with Vic and they head for their place in the park.

"So you want to tell me why you got Red Sonya on Officer Mathias?" Walt asks as they walk to their spot in a secluded part of the park.

Dawn knows why, Officer Mathias just gets under her skin, stirs up shit she sooner forget. "He just gets under my skin and he did punch an officer of the law."

Walt smiles, "You did too."

"Yeah but he threw the first punch." She argued

"That he did." He wrapped his arm around her.

After sitting for a few moments of silence, "Did you compare me to Red Sonya, have you actually seen that movie?" Dawn's nose was scrunched up with annoyance and amazement.

"A long time ago, I don't think I ever told you how much I appreciate what you did for me. Not many people would have done that and they way you did, I am so sorry I made you do that."

Dawn knew what he was referring too, the only people knew were Walt, Henry, and her, the only ones he trusted to do that for him. The only ones he called and the only ones he would drink with when that was running through his mind. Dawn felt that if they didn't have one another they would've cracked by now, both drowning their miseries in drink and self destruction.

Walt pulled her close, wrapping arm around her waist and kisses the top of her head. There was silence between them but the sound of the wind and a few passing cars from the street was the only thing to marginally cut through.

Across the street, a prominent member was watching this, one Jacob Nighthorse was perplexed by this and thinking it strange that a sheriff and his deputy would share that kind of space. He would have to think and watch this situation.