When Henry got back to the Revenants' camp he found someone had wrote "traitor" in black paint on his trailer in addition to the graffiti already on there, and the Revenant leader waiting for him.

"I love what you've done with the place." The leader said.

"Another rendezvous so soon?" Henry asked, "I suppose I should be flattered."

"Now, did you bring me something of the Earps?" The leader asked.

Henry plopped into a seat. "I'm working on it."

" 'Cause you're gonna enlist someone who's gonna take care of the heir." The leader said, "And once she'd dead, you're gonna bring me her gun. Unless you got a problem with that?"

"The only one about to have a problem is Wynonna." Henry said, leaning in menacingly, "Now, what exactly does this entail?"

The leader scoffed.

He handed them off to Gideon to explain the situation. "What is this Revenant's raison d'être?" Henry asked as they walked, "Do I know him?"

"His name's Jim Miller." Gideon explained, "Killed his grandparents, brother-in-law, then anyone he was paid to. Called him Killer Miller."

"I remember." Henry replied.

"Rumor has it, it was Miller, not Robert Ford, who put down Jesse James." Gideon said.

"Well, Robert Ford was an awful shot." Henry admitted.

"It was always said, Miller moved like a shadow." Gideon continued, "Now he is one. Shadow assassin who can only be activated via blood sacrificed."

"You outlaws have gotten dramatic since you were human." Henry told him.

"The Shadow's as far from human as it gets." Gideon said as they walked up to a rust-colored car, "You know, the real question is: what the Hell are you?"

"Still me." Henry informed him, "Don't be jealous."

"Not jealous." Gideon replied, "I'm disgusted. You were Wyatt's Earp's right hand; what would he say if he knew you were joining forces with every man he ever put down?"

"The dead don't get a vote." Henry said, "Now are we doing this or what?"

Meanwhile Sam was driving out to the homestead to meet the girls. Wynonna had texted Waverly several times, and they were meeting there to tell her about what happened at her apartment. Since it had only been attacked the one time, Sam though there might be something protecting it.

"Nice day for a drive." A voice said beside him.

Despite already knowing who it is, Sam glanced over and saw Charlie in all her bloody glory, then his eyes went back to the road.

"You know Sam, I'm not sure it was a good idea, having this little meeting in such an isolated place." Charlie continued, "By the time emergency services can get out here, everyone will be dead. And trust me, something is going to happen and those girls are gonna die."

Sam did his best to ignore her.

"I wonder how it's going to happen with Wynonna." Charlie mused, "Are you going to have to shoot her , is she going to choke, or is going to burn alive? Or course, some vengeful monster you fail to properly depose of could turn her into one of their ilk. "

"Ilk?" Sam responded in spite of himself.

"Of course, since you don't obviously plan on jumping her bones, there's a lot of was Waverly could kick the bucket." Charlie continued, "Get blown up, smote by angels, stabbed, of course, get her throat slit." She gestured to the ring around her own neck, "Or who knows? Maybe they'll die in some completely original way. "

"Shut up!" Sam shouted, slamming his hand on the dashboard. He felt a sharp pain cut into his hand. He turned it around and saw blood trickling from a cut, from a lose piece of plastic.

Waverly arrived at the homestead making her way inside, looking down at her phone. "Hey, I got all 34 of your texts." She said when she saw Wynonna.

"Your apartment's been broken into; you can't go back." Wynonna said bluntly.

"Oh, what?!" Waverly exclaimed as they walked, "But my yoga mat is there!"

"Well, it's not safe, and neither is Gus' or Shorty's or the back of Champ's pick-up truck." Wynonna replied, "Ewww! This place use to be." They came to a set of metal-and-glass wind chimes. "Remember when Mama made these wind chimes? Do you remember? This was home then. You know? Never saw anything scarier than an albino gopher."

"Until the attack where half of us died." Waverly reminded her.

Just then Sam entered the room. "Oh, hey, Sam!" Waverly said, then looking down added, "What happened to you hand?"

Wynonna looked down and saw what her sister saw. "Yeah, that's a pretty nasty cut."

Sam momentarily looked down at the cut as well. "Oh, it's nothing." He lied, "One of the perils of driving a used car."

The girls exchanged worried looks. They knew there was more to what happened than Sam was saying.

Wanting to talk about literally anything else, Sam asked, "So, you were twelve when the attack happened, and you were six, right?"

"Yeah." Waverly confirmed.

"And they'd never done it before?" Sam asked.

"Maybe they were scared of our dad." Wynonna suggested.

Suddenly Sam thought he knew what those wind chimes were made of. "Or physically unable to step foot on Earp land." He said pulling out a knife and cutting one of the rainbow triangles from the wind chimes.

"What..." Waverly protested as she watched Sam, "Hey, that's..."

"Ammonite." Sam said, holding the triangle out to them, "This mineral found around here?"

I j..." Wynonna began, "Unless you can smoke it, I really wouldn't know."

"You want a safe place?" Sam asked, "This stuff might explain why your ancestors built this house here."

"A house that doesn't have running water and smells like sunk hinny? Waverly questioned.

"Give us some time." Sam said awkwardly, "We can work on that."

"Yeah, I'll...I'll be in my car." Waverly said before leaving.

"It's tough for her...being the youngest." Sam said, part question, part statement.

"Yeah." Wynonna answered, "She was four when Mama left. She just up and moved away."

"That couldn't be easy on either of you." Sam replied, "Is she still..." Sam's voice trailed off.

"I honestly don't know ." Wynonna informed him, "I guess you would know about that, being the youngest."

"A little," Sam said, "Thought, I did have a younger half-brother, but that was, um, complicated."

"Yeah, that's starting to be a pattern with you." Wynonna noted, "Sam, Waverly told me about the trip to the bunker."

"What about it?" Sam asked.

"She said that she left you alone for a bit then when she came back you were staring off, and you looked scared of something." Wynonna elaborated, "Is everything okay Sam?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." Sam lied, than tried to change the subject.

Suddenly Charlie appeared standing next to the heir. "When did you become such a bad lair?"

"Sam?" Wynonna spoke up, "You're doing it again."

"Sorry." Sam said, "Anyway, you got a good look at the thief at Waverly's? Better yet, a shot?"

Wynonna scoffed, turning away from Sam."Yeah, I did, but he was better."

"Better than what?" Sam asked.

Wynonna turned around, glaring daggers at him. Sam realized it would be in his best interest to change the subject again. "We need to look around the homestead," Sam said, picking up some papers from the floor, "See if you see anything unfamiliar, something occult-ish."

Again Wynonna scoffed. "Occult...? That is specifically vague."

"You'll know it when you see it." Sam replied, "Just keep your eyes open."

"For trouble?' Wynonna asked.

"That too." Sam replied, handing the pictures to Wynonna, "Waverly really was a prolific artist."

Meanwhile, Henry and Gideon entered an abandoned warehouse, each holding flashlights. "You really think Jim Miller can dispatch the heir?" Henry asked as they searched the building, "I've seen Ms. Earp at work up close. She is quick. And tough, too. She might surprise you."

"Yeah." Gideon brushed his concerns off, "The Shadow's real particular on payment: mortal blood. You say you're still human..."

A few second later Henry noticed a hole in the wall. "Hold this." Her ordered, handing Gideon his flashlight. The he pulled out a dagger. "Looks like it's my turn to befoul..." He began as he cut his hand, "someone else's abode." He stepped partially into the hole, smiled at Gideon then turned to the plank above it, wiping his blood on it. Suddenly an invisible force grabbed onto him, trying to pull him into the hole. "What is the target?" A deep, growling voice demanded.

"No!" Henry shouted, "I can't! I won't go back in the dark!"

"Give Miller his orders!" Gideon instructed, "Toss in something of the heir so he knows who the real target is!"

"You could not have acquainted me with those particulars earlier?" Henry replied, "I have nothing on my person that belongs to Wynonna Earp!"

Henry grabbed the book from his waist-coat and threw it in.

Suddenly he found himself resealed from the force's hold. A growling came from the hole and a shadowy figure emerged, staring down at Henry with two glowing eyes. "She will be mine." The figure said, before walking past the pair and out the door.

Henry just stared at the door. "What...was that?"

"He who moves amongst the shadows and delivers us that darkness." Gideon answered, in awe, "That bitch heir will never survive. Lord knows her daddy didn't."

"Except that wasn't." Henry said, "I tossed Miller something that belonged to Wynonna's sister. His mark is Waverly."

"That sweet little thing?" Gideon balked, actually in shock, "You must really hate the Earps."