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) High River, Texas was a small little town 30 minutes south of Fort Worth. With a population of just under 6,000, the small community wasn't known by many. That was unless you loved to travel, had family there, or loved horses and wildlife. Since its founding in 1880, it has become the perfect oasis. The town is surrounded by forestry and trails, making it a secluded and safe community. That's why it wasn't shocking when the town became an ideal tourist destination in present time. Over the years, High River has also become known for its famous horse jumpers and trainers. People brought their horses from all over the United States to get help from High Rivers trainers. It was the ideal year-round grounds for horse breeding and training. And it didn't take long for the small town to become a popular equestrian attraction.
To the outside world, the town was perfect. It was everything you could ever want and so much more. But nothing is perfect and High River wasn't the town it was portrayed as and unless you lived there your entire life, you had zero clue. Throughout the town's history, there has been suspicious behavior and activity but nothing has been done. Happy people didn't just go missing and then show up dead days later. It was 2019 when the first body appeared in the town. A young woman was found with her throat slashed, a knife in her left hand and a note in her right. An investigation began shortly after the recovery of her body but it didn't last long. The police had ruled it as a suicide and that decision was final. The town moved past it and continued to ignore the suspicious behavior throughout the town.
Things stayed quiet for a few more years, the town being able to hide the fact that a serial killer had killed one of their own. But things can come crumbling down in a second. The town was shocked by the sudden arrival of a group of Undercover BAU Agents, never having that many people move to town at once. The only thing that scared them more was the bodies and deaths that followed them.
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)Â Â Â Â Â Â Colter Moore knew that his life was a disaster from a young age. He was only 6 years old when his mom was diagnosed with heart cancer. His seventh birthday was the day his mom took her final breath and became an angel. Before his mom died, Colter loved his life. He spent everyday with his parents and siblings, enjoying life and living it to their fullest. But then his mom died and his dad spent all of his time at a bar. He wasn't sure what it all meant at first, his mind choosing to not process it. But he knew that his family was ruined and everything they had was gone. The worst part was colter didn't fully believe that until his dad hit him for the first time. It wasn't like his father to be violent but it also wasn't like him to get drunk and he had done that since the night she died. Colter wanted to believe that his dad didn't mean it but it continued to happen every night until he was 12 years old. The worst part was it only stopped because Colter ran away and was living with his best friend, Logan Collins.
Colter loved spending every day with his best friend. She understood him and didn't shame him, she really was his home. But he eventually got homesick, wanting to see his siblings even though they didn't prevent or stop his dad from abusing him for 5 years straight. He ignored the feeling, knowing that they probably didn't feel the same. He continued to stay with logan and her family, her mom and stepdad treating him like their own and making him happy. They didn't hurt him and they were there whenever he needed them. He was truly happy with them. But after 4 months of living with Logan and her family, Colter's siblings, Walker and Kennedy, came to see him and take him back. Colter wasn't sure how to feel when he first saw them but eventually agreed to go. Nothing was easy at first, Colter had a lot of built up anger and he didn't want anything to do with his siblings. He only agreed to go because he didn't want to burden Logan and her family. But after 2 months, he came around and decided that he really needed them and they needed him. They moved in with their aunt and stayed until they were ready to move out.
When Walker was 18, he decided to move away with his long-term girlfriend and leave his siblings behind. Colter knew deep down that it wasn't anything personal but as a 14 year old boy, he just felt abandoned by the one person he looked up to. It didn't take long for Colter to rebel once his brother left. He started to sneak out to see logan, who was now his girlfriend. He started going to parties that his older friends were attending. He started to miss football games and practice. He started staying out passed his curfew and overall just didn't care about anything at that point. It took his aunt threatening to send him to military school to get his act under control. He started to improve his grades and stayed focused on football. His life was finally steady and under control. The one thing that worried and bothered Colter was that he didn't really care that his sister moved out. He loved his sister and was close to her, but the bond with his brother was different. It wasn't until he got a phone call from a frantic and scared Walker that he realized how much his sister truly meant to him. Walker had informed him that Kennedy hadn't attended her classes that morning and from security footage, they had determined that she had been drugged and abducted by a masked individual after her on-campus night class.
  That was what it took for Colter to realize what he wanted in life. He wanted to become a BAU Profiler and FBI agent. He wanted to track down the man that had attacked his sister and he wanted to track down other people like his sisters attacker. Shortly after his sister was found safe, Colter committed to Northwestern University with a full-ride football scholarship. He had been given multiple other options but he decided that Northwestern was a great school for football and the career he wanted. When he broke the news to Logan and the rest of his family, they threw a party and celebrated the opportunity Colter was given. Colter and Logan both had a little bit too much to drink, resulting in them having an eventful night alone. After that night, they moved on with life. They continued to date and finish their senior year. But as their senior year came to a close, Logan revealed that she was pregnant. Colter felt his world stop, completely in shock and disbelief. He was really excited, being a dad was everything he wanted. But he was also scared that they wouldn't be able to handle a child, school, their jobs, and their sports. But they agreed to make it work, knowing that they would be okay. Logan went through with her communications major and Colter went through with his double major in psychology and criminal justice. And shortly after, their son, Brycen Walker Moore, was welcomed into their life.
  After their son's birth, they decided to get engaged and married. Life was perfect for the Moore family and they felt like nothing would ruin it. They continued to live and enjoy their lives. It wasn't long after Brycen's second birthday that they found out they were having twins. They felt on top of the world when they found out. They felt blessed for having each other and a wonderful family. Although it only felt real when their daughter, Rylee Savannah Moore, and their son, Beckett Colter Moore, officially joined their family. They felt extremely blessed and fortunate as they continued to grow and graduate college. Colter joined the FBI academy and
shortly after was named a member of the BAU team. The moore family moved to Quantico and shortly after welcomed their final addition to the family, Charlotte Logan Moore. The family felt complete after the birth of their daughter and they couldn't have been happier. But Colter knew better than to let himself be happy. His entire life was surrounded with darkness and it seemed to come true after Charlotte's first birthday. When you're 24, you think everything will be fine because that's when you are finally starting your life. But for Colter, that was when his entire life came crumbling down.
His team had been hunting a serial killer that was going on a spree across the entire united states. He would film videos mocking Colter for not seeing who he was. He would write notes, going in detail on how he had been following Colter for years and his day would soon arrive. Colter couldn't even breathe at times because of the case. It was driving him insane that his family, including the BAU, was in danger because of him and there was nothing he could do. It wasn't until the night of Colter's 25th birthday that everything fell apart. He was meant to celebrate it with a nice dinner with his family. But right as he was leaving work, the BAU got called to a crime scene, which ended up being Colters house. The team quickly rushed to the house, needing to know what happened. But the moment they got there, they regretted not being prepared. The entire living room was covered in blood and a trail of blood dragged up the stairs into the master bedroom where the dead body of Logan Rylee Moore laid.
Colter could tell from the scene that there had been a struggle. The unsub had knocked on the front door, a young Brycen quickly ran to the door and opened it, allowing the unsub to enter the home before Logan could stop him. Logan walked out of the kitchen, only to be grabbed and stabbed multiple times in the stomach and neck. As Colter walked around the scene, he saw where Logan had fought back, shoving the unsub away from her and chucking glass vases at him. He could see where she ran before slipping, yelling for her son to run before she was attacked again. His brain gave him the entire crime scene just based on the little information they already had. He saw every single moment of his wife's death in his head. He saw every single detail, down to how the unsub placed the body and placed the note. He saw how the unsub forced his six year old son to write on the walls with his mother's blood a note to his father. And he continued to see that night every time he closed his eyes until he left quantico to go undercover in a small town known as High River, Texas.
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)      Georgia Rhodes loved living in the middle of nowhere. She loved the peacefulness of the town and the wildlife that accompanied it. She loved living on a ranch with her family. She loved everything about her life. At least that's what she made people believe. If you truly asked the girl, she hated her life. She did love the area and the wildlife, plus her family ranch. But she hated growing up in a large family. Her older sister, Samantha Rhodes, watched her like a hawk. Thats how she was with everyone as the oldest child but she mainly focused on Georgia and she had no idea why. What annoyed Georgia most was that Sammy knew what she wanted from the very beginning. And it appeared to be the same for the rest of her family. Her older brother, Charles, was planning on becoming a professional baseball player or coach, potentially even minor league or college team. Georgia's younger sister, who was 10 years younger, planned on becoming an occupational therapist. And even the youngest Rhodes sibling, who was 2 years younger than carolina, knew what he wanted to do. To Georgia, it seemed outrageous and stupid. She didn't understand why they could figure out what they wanted but she couldn't. What frustrated her even more was that she was talented. She had things she could do, it just seemed impossible to decide.
  It took Georgia graduating High School and taking over her parents ranch to decide that she was going to do Professional Show Jumping. High River was the top place in the United States for the sport and she had always had a passion for it. She had done it for years already, this was just a step further. A big step but a good step. Georgia signed up Rhode's Ranch as a training location and within a few weeks, the ranch was surrounded by a team full of show jumpers and girls that truly loved the sport and their horses. Georgia couldn't express how grateful she was and she just felt amazing for the first time in her life. Everything seemed to be falling into place. But Georgia soon realized that everything was too good to be true. She pushed the feeling down and continued to train her team, signing up for every competition they could. They placed in multiple competitions and after trial and error, they eventually started to win. Georgia felt on top of the world but things slowly started to fall apart.
  In a small town, rumors are known to spread quickly. But Georgia never expected a rumor to spread about her. It was completely out of nowhere and made zero sense. She didn't understand why someone would say that she uses performance enhancing drugs on her horses but she did know that they could ruin her career with that. So Georgia did what she knew best. She continued to ride her horse and compete. But eventually that all ended too. Georgia didn't see what threw her horse, spartan, off course but she felt it. She felt how he jerked upwards, throwing her to the ground. Georgia knew to protect her head so she wrapped her arms over her head and let her arms take the brunt of the fall. She felt her arm and shoulder snap as she hit the ground, pain shooting throughout her arm and head. She tried moving but immediately screamed out in pain, trainers rushing out to help her. They helped her up and off the course, Spartan being loaded into his trailer and Georgia being rushed to the hospital. Once she was at the hospital, they determined that she had a broken clavicle and broken humerus, along with a grade 1 concussion. Georgia was frustrated and in pain for weeks after the fall, falling into a depressed state and giving up on her horses.
  She loved her horses and the farm, they were her home. But she had fear inside of her now. Spartan had hurt her and she had no idea why. He wasn't the kind of horse to freak out like that. That's why she was so scared to ride him and be near him. It wasn't natural for him and knowing that something scared him that much scared her even more. Georgia decided that for the time being she was going to stop show jumping and focus on training other riders at the ranch and helping horses in need. She knew that Spartan needed time so she gave him that, riding the other horses and only caring for spartan. After 4 months, Georgia got back to riding Spartan and training on him. But it didn't feel the same. Nothing felt like it did before the accident and she wasn't sure that it ever would. But shortly after, a group of friends moved to High River and she felt like a certain brunette could solve all of her problems.
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) Colter Moore and Georgia Rhodes were meant to be together from the minute they met. Colter had his world ripped from him just a few years prior and lost all faith in love and Georgia had zero interest in a relationship after her breakup a few years prior. But making eye contact with someone after a few too many drinks and hitting it off can change things in an instant. And for Colter and Georgia, that moment changed their world and lives forever. Between the danger and horror that was Colter Moore and the insecurities and fear that was Georgia Rhodes, they were destined to be together and nothing would ever change that.
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