Sadie rode into the all too familiar town of Blackwater, and she had to say, it hadn't changed at all. Even with the addition of the bank and the bureau building, they just added to the sense of superiority and poshness the city had. Her nose crinkled at the sight of sophisticated ladies of class walking down the paved streets, holding paper umbrellas, despite the lack of rain, and giggling amongst themselves, surely about some backhanded gossip regarding their close friend. Sadie scoffed at how people like them had the audacity to label others such as herself as "uncultured" and "savage." She doubted they had ever picked up a gun or tool in their lives, and they had the ignorant smiles to prove it.

She tied up her horse at a hitching post near the bank. The concrete sidewalk felt strange under her boots, she much preferred the soft ground to something so dense. She walked past the theatre, glancing at the show being played. Something called "The Escape," Sadie simply kept walking, she had no interest in the silent movies that seemed to be the new craze, who has time to stare at a screen?

Well, these people she guessed.

She lit a cigarette and walked into the saloon, a man perked his head up and immediately called her over to join in on a game of blackjack. Sadie rolled her eyes and strolled right by him, like she needed to lose anymore cash. She leaned against the bar and waited for the bartender to turn his attention away from the blonde socialite at the far end of the counter, "Excuse me?" She asked.

The bartender ignored her and resumed his flirtatious conversation, Sadie could see the affection was very unrequited. The woman seemed disgusted to have a man so "below her class" talking to her. "Hey! Bartender, give me a whisky for God's sake." Sadie yelled again. The fellers at the blackjack table turned their heads at the sudden commotion. They were treated to a short show when Sadie grabbed the woman's glass and tossed it against the far wall, following immediately with dragging the woman outside by her corset, which came undone along with her blouse as she fell on the pavement outside, much to the enjoyment of some gentlemen playing poker. "Whisky. Now." She looked at the bartender who quickly grabbed a bottle and poured her a drink.

"On the house." He stammered. As he put away the bottle.

"Well, now I just might forgive you. Now go lick yourself for a few minutes ya damn dog." Sadie growled. The man walked to the back room with his head down, Sadie chuckled while the woman cleaning and the blackjack players ridiculed the man.

As she reached over the counter and grabbed the whisky bottle, a familiar voice called out to her. "Never was a patient one were you Mrs. Adler?" Mary-Beth placed her hands against the bar next to her, "But you always did have a knack for scaring the daylight out of fellers." The pair shared a brief moment laughter before Sadie started talking.

"Mary-Beth! How long has it been? Fourteen years?"

"Almost fifteen, I believe. John told me you've been busy in South America, how'd that go?"

Sadie shrugged, "I was down there for a few years, but things went downhill real fast for me." She gulped down her drink as she finished.

"What happened?" Mary-Beth inquired as the pair moved to a table.

"Well... I was working as a bodyguard for some plantation owner in Cuba for a long while, but then he was killed by the servants in his mansion, any of his guards were also being taken care of, and being one of his best guns I had to get outta there." Sadie retold her story as she sat down. "Got back to mainland, and started working with that Mexican revolutionary back in 1912, Reyes I think his name was."

"Oh yeah, he's been in all the papers." Mary-Beth said, "Not for very good reasons so far."

"Oh, it's not gonna get better. I did a few normal jobs for him, kill a few remaining Sanchez supporters, guard a train full of weapons, things like that. But about a month ago, I was in Tesoro Azul, a small village down there. He told me it was full of bandits, and that he needed someone with skills to clear 'em out." Sadie cleared her throat. "I didn't doubt his story, I was well aware the place had a history of being a hive for criminals. But I arrived, and there isn't a bandit in sight. Rather a small community had moved in. At least five families, a few independent merchants. I hesitated because... well... who wouldn't? I wasn't about to wipe out a town because Reyes told me too."

The far away look in Sadie's eye told Mary-Beth this story wasn't over, and the conclusion would be quite traumatic.

"The soldiers accompanying me... opened fire... the entire village was out in the main road, wanting to see who had arrived in town, they were an easy target... everybody looked to be dead in a few moments." Sadie clenched her jaw and wished she still had some booze left. "After that, I took off. Came back through Armadillo and decided to stop in Blackwater, check in on John. Its been at least six years since I last spoke with him."

"Ahh that John, I'm sure he's fine. He has a habit of coming out on top, no matter what trouble he's in." Mary-Beth said.

"You wanna join me? I'm heading to Beecher's hope right now." Sadie offered.

"Oh I would love to see John again," Mary-Beth shook her head, "but I'm catching a train to Saint Denis in a bit." Sadie sighed.

"Well, that's too bad." Sadie stepped away from the bar, "You take care of yourself, Gaskill. Hope I see ya again soon."

"Goodbye Ms. Adler,"

Sadie mounted her horse outside, and trotted out off the paved streets and back on the familiar dirt road. The ride to Beecher's Hope was short, but in the time it took her to reach the hill overlooking the ranch, a drizzle had began to start and rain coated her leather duster. She spotted a man standing underneath a tree, standing as still as a statue.

Sadie nearly called John's name, but her eye caught sight of three crosses sticking outta the dirt. Her stomach dropped, it couldn't be...

She stepped off her mount and walked towards the man she prayed was John. She stopped when she was right next to him, and his features were all to unfamiliar. She looked towards the graves,

John Marston

Abigail Marston

Uncle

Sadie looked at the man, he slowly met her gaze. "You got a reason to be here, Miss?" His tone was riddled with annoyance, his glare seemed to leave Sadie speechless, something that hadn't been done in a long while.

"I- I... I'm sorry... I thought my friend was still livin' here. But... seems time got to him before I did." Sadie said, her voice was so raspy that her words were barely audible.

The man scoffed, "Time had nothing to do with it." He looked at her again, "You knew my father?" Those words perked Sadie up, and her mind focused on the man in front of her.

"Jack? Guess, I can't blame ya for not remembering me." Sadie held out her hand, Jack reluctantly shook it. "I'm Sadie Adler, I stayed with y'all for a while." Jack's face softened as he remembered the woman, she was the one who went with Dad to kill that man, Michael... no, Micah, that was it.

"You were the lady who got stabbed on Mount Hagen, was you?" Sadie nodded. "Pa didn't like to talk a whole lot about that day. I wasn't sure if he regretted it or not, but the way he told stories about Micah, not sure I'd feel so merciful."

Sadie stepped towards the tombstone. "Who did this?" Her voice had hardened, and was thick with a barely masked rage.

"Excuse me?"

"You said yourself, "Time had nothin' to do with it." Who killed him." Jack exhaled through his nose sharply.

"Edgar Ross, you might remember him."

"The name is familiar, he was one of the suits hassling Arthur and the rest of us." Sadie recounted.

"I got a lead waiting in Blackwater," He walked to his horse, as he mounted, he turned to Sadie. "If revenge is still your game, you're welcome to join me." Sadie mounted her own horse in an instant.

"Lets get this bastard."