Miles knocked on the door, he didn't have to wait long. The door swung open and Miles was greeted by the barrel of a colt 45. A rare gun for these times, and a little over the top. But that was Willy, always overcompensating. He raised his hands and looked down at the man holding it. One-eyed Willy was grinning from ear to ear and was practically salivating. Miles resisted the urge to roll his eyes - barely. Instead he leaned against the door frame, hands still raised.

"Hi Willy, I think you have something that belongs to me and I'd like it back."

"I just bet you would Matheson." One-eyed Willy sneered. "And it's William, soon to be General of the Monroe Militia."

"Pretty confident there aren't you half pint?"

Willy's eyes flashed with anger and he smashed the butt of his gun into Miles's stomach. Miles doubled over and was dragged into the house.

"Tie him up" Willy ordered. "Let me make myself clear Miles, you do anything – look at me funny, breath loudly, break wind without my permission and god help me I will kill that girl. Do you understand me?"

Miles looked at Willy, tilted his head to the side and nodded his understanding. Not satisfied Willy smashed his fist into Miles face.

"I want to hear you say the words, Miles. Tell me you UNDERSTAND that I hold her life in my hands."

"I understand." Miles said, barely able to control his growl.

"Now, was that so hard?" Willy turned to one of his men by the door. "Ready the wagon, we're leaving, and fetch the girl. I think it's time for a family reunion."

Miles couldn't hide his surprise. He knew Willy had figured out that Charlie was part of the same rebel group he was, that's what had to have saved her life, but he didn't think he actually figured out the she was family.

"That's right Miles, a little birdie told me that she was a Matheson. I thought she looked familiar. You were smart to keep her hidden all these years. If I had known she was out there I would have gone after her long ago. Hell I'm sure there's a list a mile long of people who would like this little nugget of information."

A cold chill ran down Miles spine. He realized that Charlie could never know he was her father. Miles had more enemies than he could count, and all of them would use Charlie to hurt him. Being his daughter would get her killed, hell even just being his niece was dangerous. Then and there Miles made his decision, when they got out of this he would do the right thing and walk away. He knew Charlie wouldn't understand, that she would hate him and god knows he didn't want to do it but he had to keep her safe.

The door crashed open and Charlie was shoved inside and he got a good look at her. Her face was covered in bruises and her lip was split. He could tell by the way she was moving that she had taken one hell of a beating, or maybe even worse. This thought made Miles strain against his restraints, anger blurring his vision. Before this was over he was going to kill every last one of them.

"Miles?" Charlie whispered.

Her voice somehow calmed him. He looked down at her sitting on the floor. "Hey kid, you alright?"

Charlie nodded. He had to hand it to her, she was doing her best to stay strong and not give anything way. Not how much pain she was in, not how scared she was, and not how relieved she was to see him.

"How touching," Willy said as he roughly dragged Charlie to a chair and tied her up. "Now you two catch, the wagon will be ready shortly. Then it will be time to go home."

Once the door closed Charlie looked up at Miles, "Please tell me you have a plan and that every rebel we've ever met is waiting outside to kill this guy?"

"Not exactly, it's just me."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nope."

"Some rescue."

"Not one of my finest, but I'll get the job done."

"So you have a plan."

"I always have a plan. Just sit tight and follow my lead."

"What does he want with you Miles?"

"Let's just say we have history."

"Is there anyone you don't have history with?"

Miles thought for a minute, "Probably not."

"Figured, where is he taking us?"

"To the Militia camp to the north. He's going to turn me into the Monroe."

"Like hell he is, Miles you can't let him do that." Charlie yelled.

"It's going to be alright kid, trust me."

"Seriously Miles! And you're the one who complains that I make stupid decisions. This tops all of my stupid."

Miles couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm going to get us out of this, I promise." Miles paused for a minute, looking over her injuries. "Are you sure you're okay. They didn't touch you did they?"

Charlie looked at him like he'd turned stupid, "What do you call these bruises, love taps?"

"No I mean they didn't hurt you, you know, in a, um, well, sexual way?"

"Oh god, no Miles, nothing like that."

Miles let out a huge sigh, "Thank god."

Miles heard footsteps outside the door. "Charlie look at me, we don't have much time. I need you to do what I tell when I tell you. I promise I will keep you safe."

Charlie nodded as the door opened and they were ushered into the waiting wagon. Before Miles could step up onto it Willy stopped him. "Remember what I said, you try anything and my men have orders to shoot her first."

"Yeah, I got it."

"Let's go boys, it's time to go home."

As they took off Charlie scooted closer to Miles. He leaned into her. "Don't worry kid, it will be alright."