Fighting For My Soul

So Much Time Stressing

She walked into her house and threw her keys down on the counter. She flopped down on her own bed face down. She took a deep breath and enjoyed being able to just take a minute and not worry about anything. It wasn't long before her brain started to haunt her with yesterday's conversation with Raylan. She pulled out her phone and brought up his number. She stared at it her mind telling her to put the phone down why her heart said to hit call. She threw the phone and it bounced off the pillows. She took a deep breath and then picked it back up dialing someone else. 

"Hey you got time to meet up?" 

They person replied.

"Alright, see you in a few." 

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She sat down at the bar next to none other then Tim Gutterson. He already had a drink waiting for her. 

"How sweet," she said picking it up off the counter. 

"So," Tim said, "what's on your mind?"

"Last time I saw Raylan we fought and I basically told him to get lost." 

"I'm impressed," Tim said.

"Not helping," Liz commented. 

"I'm sorry," Time said, "I'm not a marriage councilor." 

"Really Tim?" she play punched him. 

"I told you I'm not good at these things," he laughed. 

"I can't believe I had a fight with Raylan," she put her head on the bar. 

"Isn't that a regular thing with siblings tho?" Tim asked.

"Ya but we've never fought," She furrowed her brow. 

"You went through a lot the fast few days." 

"I know. And I blew up on him." 

"Just go talk to him and explain what happened," Tim took a sip of his whiskey. 

"I guess you could blame part of it on the PTSD," Liz joined him.

"Ya, well go with that," Tim laughed. 

"Any word on Quarrels?" she asked. 

"Well they cant quite pin him to the murder of your friend Brooke," Tim informed her, "but they are going to go after him for your kidnapping." 

"We got a warrant yet?" she asked. 

"Not yet," Tim said, "But Art might have more information tomorrow." 

"We shall see then shall we," Liz downed the rest of her whiskey in one swallow. 

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She walked into the marshal office and went straight to Art's office. She wanted to know the status of the warrant to get into Nobles. She wanted more then anything to have it so they could get to Quarrels and end this. She saw Raylan was at his desk but walked right by keeping her eyes straight and focused. She didn't need to deal with any of their drama right now. She walked in and Art looked up at his deputy marshal.

"Good to see you again Liz," she smiled at her.

"Thanks Art," she said, "Can I ask you about something?" 

"Is it about the Quarrels warrant?" he asked. 

"Ya," she bowed her head. 

"Were working on it Liz," he said.

"He kidnapped me and tried to kill me!" She snapped, "he murdered my best friend!" 

"I know that and these things take time," Art stood up. 

She narrowed her eyes.

"Really!" she hissed, "I was in the hospital for how long and you still don't have one! I want him brought to justice or put six feet under!"

"Deputy Hardstead you are out of line!" Art yelled at her. 

"Fine!" she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office. 

Tim stood up to try and moved around the front of her desk to speak to her. 

"Not now Tim!" she pointed at him as she moved right by him. 

Raylan stood up and joined Tim in the middle of the bullpen watching Liz disappear. Tim turned to Raylan. 

"Has she spoken to you since your fight?" he asked.

"No," Raylan replied, "you heard abou that?"

"Ya," Tim said, "She is pretty upset no one has shot Quarrels." 

"I fear her head isn't in the right space," Raylan commented. 

"Ya think," Tim stated bluntly.

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She sat just down the road from Nobles Holler. Her gun sat on her lap and her eyes stared at the road. Her mind raced as the angel and demon on her shoulders tried to convince her and talk her out of her escapade. A pickup truck rolled in behind her and she looked in the rear view mirror wondering who it could be. She leaned back in her seat so she is in line with the door frame. The driver approached and she lifted her gun. Just as they reached her car door, she turned and pointed her gun at them. 

"Easy there," Boyd Crowder said lifting his hands in the air.

"God Damn it Boyd!" she snapped at him, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"I saw your car sitting here and wondered what you might be doing out here at Nobles Hollar," he said. 

"Im here for Robert Quarrels," she narrowed her eyes. 

"I don't see your fellow marshal Raylan here with you," Boyd looked around. 

"I came alone!" she snapped. 

"Not a smart thing to do if you're going to cross Limehouse," Boyd said.

"Leave me alone Crowder!" She hissed getting out of her car. 

"Im just trying to keep you from getting yourself killed," he said calmly. 

"Ill be just fine," she put her gun back in its holster and started to make her way into the holler. 

Boyd watched her disappear up the road. He pondered a few things then pulled out his phone calling Raylan. 

"What do you want Boyd?" he asked as he answered. 

"I thought you would like to know that your deputy friend is up here at Nobles Hollar," Boyd informed him. 

"How long has she been there?" Raylan's voice sounded concerned. 

"Just saw her walking up the path," Boyd replied. 

"Keep an eye on her," Raylan said, "Im on my way." 

"Can do Raylan," Boyd hung up. 

He leaned on the front of the truck scanning the area. Then he shook his head, grabbed his gun, and followed Liz up into Nobles.