This is another two-parter, and I haven't finished the other half yet so I'm having to cut it into two and post it like this (as I'm being dragged out shopping, joy). This one's mostly flashbacks, so I hope you don't mind that.
I own nothing but the plot! I'd like to call dibs on Evil!Rachel but alas, I cannot.

I dust my hands off after burying the last of the chests of money. "That should do it," I look over at Quinn who's smiling in approval, lacing her hand with Rachel's. "Five chests scattered across these plains." I lean on the shovel I'd been using, wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand.

"And no bastard's gettin' his hands on them other than us," Lindsey takes the shovel off me, throwing it on the back of a wagon we'd stolen. "And I got the map right here."

"I'll take that," Rachel darted in front of Lindsey faster than I could blink, smiling sweetly as she snatched the paper out of her hands. She thrusts it in her pocket with a quick nod before walking back over to Quinn. "Safe and sound."

Lindsey snorts and looks over at me as I raise an eyebrow. "We should get goin'," I climb onto the top of the wagon, adjusting my rifle as I help Lindsey up next to me. "If people see us lingerin' with a shovel, they're gonna know what we've done."

Quinn helps Rachel into the shotgun seat as Lindsey and I pull the other girl up with us. The rest of the girls were back at the main camp, looking after the horses and waiting for us to get back.

When Quinn settles in, whipping the reigns a little to get the horses started, I kneel down next to the two girls and look out over the desert, scanning for anyone that might have followed us as I take a drink.

"They are kinda sweet, if you think about it," Lindsey whispers to me, nodding at the two girls on the seats of the wagon. "I ain't seen Quinn so happy in her life."

"Too bad it's with such a bitch," Abby whispers to me and I snort in my attempt to hide a laugh. Rachel looks back at me with a raised eyebrow and I smile, pretending that everything was okay.

"Choked on the water," I explain, holding up my small canteen. She shakes her head and laughs quietly, turning back to face Quinn as she tucks a strand of hair behind the blonde's ear. "If you ignore everythin' else, she seems to care about Quinn. Like, properly. None of this pretend, 'I'm just with you to get what I want' attitude."

"I hope that plays out fine for the rest of us," Abby chews on some tobacco as Lindsey and I murmur in agreement. "I think you're the safest." She points at me and I frown, shaking my head.

"I think we're all on equal terms in her eyes."

"Everyone but Quinn," Lindsey adds.

"I dunno," Abby looks at me and I shift uncomfortably under the gaze. "I reckon because you're so close to Quinn, it'll bring you closer to Rachel."

"Or further apart," I cast another glance at the brunette who's trailing her fingers along the back of Quinn's forearm as she steers the horses. "Where was she last night, anyway? After we took the money from them Injuns, where'd she go?"

"Who knows," Lindsey shrugs. "She goes off by herself a lot. Probably to make sacrifices to her demon God or somethin'."

I laugh as Abby snorts. "Wouldn't put it past her."

I look towards the front of the wagon, eyeing Rachel. . The smile etched on her face would seem sweet if it weren't for her dark eyes that never softened.

I just hope when all is said and done, no-one gets hurt.

"Good afternoon, Sir," I put my hat back on as I walk outside the store again, smiling as I tuck the purchase into my pocket. Walking into that store, my eyes had immediately fell on the item and I was dead set on buying it.

I decide to spend the five dollars to get back to the Pierce's ranch by way of stagecoach when I hear the scream.

My feet are running before my head can even catch up, and I'm heading towards the saloon where the high-pitched sound came from. No-one else seems to be paying attention to whatever struggle is happening, which spurs me on more.

I round the corner and it's obvious who screamed; a girl is on the floor, struggling desperately against a bigger man who's hovering on top of her, holding her down with one hand while grasping a knife in the other.

"You fuckin' bitch," he slurs. "You cheated, and I'm gonna cut you."

He starts to bring his knife down, slowly, to tease the woman beneath him. My first instinct is to draw my gun, pointing the revolver squarely at his face. "Get off her."

"Fuck off," he doesn't even look at me.

I sigh, pressing the barrel of my gun against his head. "I said, get off her." He looks up at me this time, his eyes flicking up to look at the gun before back to me. "Leave her alone, and walk away."

"Do you always play unfair?" He moves his head forward, nudging the gun.

"Do you always pick on women?" I ask and he snorts, pushing off the girl as he gets to stand up. I keep my gun trained on him as he twirls the knife in his hand. "What'd she do to you, anyway?"

"Bitch had me goin' at poker, I saw her, standin' behind me an' tellin' the other guy what my hand was. She deserves to be sliced up," he looks down at her, something between a grin and a leer crossing his face. "But I suppose seein' as you're such the saviour, you can take her place, no?"

"I think you're forgettin' I have the gun, mister."

"And I'm challengin' you to a knife fight, if you think you're up to it."

"What's that smell?" I pull the sleeve of my shirt over to cover my nose and mouth as we get nearer to the camp. "Jesus."

"Probably Zoe's cookin'," Quinn smirks as she turns to me but I can see the flash of disgust that crosses her face as the smell hits her. "Fuck. If it is, I ain't eatin' it."

"I don't think that's anythin' bein' cooked," Lindsey frowns over at me as Abby retches. "That's…"

"Blood." Rachel finishes, and she almost looks worried at the thought of anything having happened to the girls. Almost. "And a lot of it too."

Quinn spurs the horses on faster until we get to the camp.

Abby turns around, the heaving turning into actual throwing up as Lindsey attempts to hold her hair out of her face. Quinn takes in a deep breath and holds it as I shut my eyes and look away. I hear Rachel jump off the wagon and open my eyes to see her walking in the middle of the camp.

There was blood, everywhere.

It must've been a massacre; our girls didn't stand a chance. With the addition of Rachel, we had nine girls, and four of them had been away with me, burying chests of money, when this happened.

Rachel bends down, tracing a finger through a pool of blood on the floor. "Still warm," she wipes the blood on the body next to her before standing back up. "Must've happened recently."

"Do you think they're still here?" Abby whispers, looking around. "Do you think we're gonna get ambushed?"

"They've probably already left." Quinn gets off the wagon and we all follow, despite the mutiny in our guts. "Probably thought this was it, and there's nothin' valuable here for them to stay."

"Except you," I shrug. "Notorious gang leader Quinn Fabray, and no-one wants to take a crack at you?"

"Please," Quinn rolls her eyes. "Everyone knows I'm too much for them to handle."

"Not if they pick us all off, one by one," Lindsey adds, and I see Abby's face pale even more.

"Maybe they are here," Rachel comes over to us, whispering slowly. "Maybe they're watchin' us right now, laughin' as we freak out over the deaths of our friends, pickin' you off as the weakest one," she pokes Abby lightly in the chest. "The poor, blonde girl who threw up is sure to be easy pickin's, so they'll leave you for last, to torture you until they know everythin' they need to." Rachel's eyes pierce into Abby's, and the blonde girl is visibly shaking. "Maybe, they're movin' in for the kill, and maybe," her eyes flick up past her, her eyes widening as she focuses on something behind us. "They're here now."

Abby spins round, whipping her gun out at the empty air behind her. Rachel's laugh echoes around her and Abby frowns, realising she was just a part in some cruel trick, while Lindsey slings her arm around her shoulder comfortingly.

"You're a bitch," Abby whispers, and Rachel's eyes narrow.

She's about to say something when Quinn comes up from behind and takes her by the arm. "You don't the half of it, sweetie," she whispers back before she's pulled away.

"I wonder who did this," I look around, only the bodies of our gang strewn across the camp. "Either our girls didn't stand a chance and killed no-one, or the attackers carried off their dead."

"So we'd never know who did it," Lindsey frowned. "That's some sick shit."

"Regular cowboys never stand a chance against us," I muse. "Hell, I've taken on about six myself and lived to tell the tale, so it's no-one like that."

"So that rules out any bounties. Unless they were after Quinn."

"No-one knows what she looks like." We always wear bandanas when we go into towns. "No-one knows what any of us look like."

To anyone who saw us, we were just another bunch of girls, probably running away from our husbands or abusers. Lindsey had dark red hair, was quite tall and scrawny, with a scar across her cheek where she was attacked by a bear cub. But other than that, she looked like a normal woman. Abby was short and blonde, and the youngest of all us, which explained her easy-to-frighten personality. Still, with time, she'd toughen up. We all did.

I walk over to a body, and I can barely determine it is Zoe. Or it was. "That's weird," I fight the urge to retch as I stoop over the body, inspecting the wound. "There's a hole, but it doesn't look like a bullet wound. Too messy."

Lindsey's by my side within seconds, looking at the same wound. "And it looks like whatever went it, came back out the same way. Something barbed."

We look at each other in shock as we realise who attacked the gang.

"Injuns," we whisper together.