The End of Nineteen Conclusion

I don't own these characters; I just like to spend time with them. No other profit to be had.

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The stage ride was bumpy and uncomfortable, but Kitty was too preoccupied to actually notice until she felt it slowing down and heard Jim holler "Whoa" as he hauled on the reins. A few minutes later, he was at the door, pulling it open and reaching in for her.

Flashing a grateful smile, she took his hand and stepped carefully down to the ground, looking about the stage relay yard as she did.

Jim noted her study of the yard and understood why. "You going to stay here, Miss Kitty, or go on with us when we leave?"

Kitty took one last look around the yard then back at Jim. "When will you be pulling out?" she asked.

Jim shrugged. "Probably about an hour. I need to change horses of course and that back wheel is sticking some. I'll need to fix it before we take off again."

Kitty nodded. "Well, check with me before you go, if you will." She told him. "I'll let you know then."

Jim nodded with a tip of his hat. "Let me help you inside then."

Kitty shook her head. "No, that's alright." She said with a slight smile. "Despite appearances I'm not that fragile, but thank you."

Jim tipped his hat again and turned away, shaking his head at the beautiful stubborn woman that was Kitty Russell.

Scanning the yard one more time, Kitty crossed over to the farmhouse that also passed as the relay station. Stepping up onto the porch she crossed to the door and raised her right hand to tap on the door. But the door was opened before she could knock and a hand reached out, pulling her inside and into the arms of the man she loved.

"You alright?" Matt asked, worriedly looking her over. "Any trouble?"

Kitty shook her head as she hugged him tightly. "I'm fine," she said, "now."


I've always hated Season 20 simply because Kitty wasn't in it so I refuse to accept it or watch it. And I refuse to acknowledge that those dreadful movies even exist. This was just a little idea of why Kitty left at the end of 19 years and what I thought might have happened instead.