So, I decided to try and put in the other gang members to see how I'd fare. Let me know if any of them seem OOC.

Chapter 36: The Ammo Treasure

"Lillian!" 27-year-old Arthur in his summer gunslinger outfit yelled as he marched across the grass. "Where in the god damn hell did you hide my ammo?!"

12-year-old Lilly, in a red and black plaid shirt, dark blue pants cut off at the shins, and no shoes turned around and smiled at him near the entrance of her tent. "I have no idea what you mean, Arthur," she said innocently. "Where did you last see your ammo stash?"

Arthur growled at her. "Don't play dumb with me, Lillian Rose O'Callaghan! You took all of it and hid it somewhere!"

Lilly shrugged. "I don't know where you get these silly ideas, Arthur."

Arthur's face started turning red. "Where. Are. My. Bullets?!"

Lilly smirked with a playful look in her sapphire eyes. "I could help you find them, Arthur, but..." she sighed as she put her hands behind her back, "it'll cost yaaa."

Arthur scowled at her. "How much?"

"Ten dollars."

"Ten dollars?!" Arthur shouted. "My ammo ain't even worth that much!"

"Hmph! Then go all the way to town and buy more." She outstretched her hand to him with a grin.

Arthur growled at her, pulled out some money and slapped it into her hand. "There. Now where are they?"

Lilly held up a finger as she slowly counted the money. Arthur threw his hands up in frustration. After she was done, Lilly pocketed the money. "Wait here."

She turned and walked into her tent. Arthur paced back and forth with his fists tightened. Man, he was pissed. He could feel his pulse going faster every second she didn't come out. When she did, Lilly held out a piece of paper. "What is that?"

"A treasure map."

Arthur blinked at her a few times and neared her. "A treasure map? You buried my fuckin' bullets?!"

"In their boxes, of course." Lilly pointed to a spot on the paper. "X marks the spot, Mr. Morgan."

Arthur glared at her and looked at the map. It was a sketch of a tree with a huge hole in it and there was a circle at the base. "How am I supposed to know which way to-"

Lilly pointed east into the woods. "That way." Arthur glared at her again and went walking. "Don't get lost!" she yelled after him.


While Arthur, Patrick, Lilly and the wolves were out "gallivanting" throughout the UK, Sadie and Charles were still at Darach ar an gCnoc training men to shoot guns, arrows, and fight with knives, swords and fists. They were also teaching them how to maintain their weapons and equipment. It was one particularly rainy morning when the house got a letter about a few villages being under attack by werewolves, their livestock maimed and killed. Sadie rubbed her face with vigor to wake herself up as she sat at the table in the outdoor tent. She was looking over the letters when a wet Charles trotted in with two cups of coffee.

"Here," he said, putting one in front of Sadie. "I brought you some coffee."

"Thanks, Charles," she replied as she drank from the cup. It was a little watered down from the rain but she wasn't going to complain.

Charles took a sip of his own. "Damn. Some rain got into it."

"Yes, it did, but that's okay. It's still pretty strong coffee, just how I like it."

"So, any news?"

Sadie leaned back in her chair. "We got more villages bein' attacked. Gonna have to send some of our best men to go deal with it."

"Who do you think we should send?"

Sadie thought for a few moments as she grabbed her cup and drank more. "I don't know. I really wish Lilly and Arthur were here to take care of all this. They're better equipped."

"Hmm." Charles took another drink. "We're doin' alright."

"Yeah, I guess we are. I suppose I miss them both."

"Me too."

Sadie stood up with her coffee and finished it off. "I suppose we better go find some men to send." Charles gave her a nod and walked out with her to the training yard. Sadie eventually spotted Gerald, a monster of a man and quite the sword wielder. He'd been helping the men to train with a sword and he showed the most promise. "Gerald!" she shouted.

Gerald turned and came running over. Sadie would have been intimidated by his size if it weren't for Gerald's sweet heart. "Yes lass?" Gerald asked as he closed on.

Sadie focused in on the man's face. "I have a favor to ask."

"What is it? Is everything alright?"

"We got three villages with werewolf problems. I want to send some of our most promisin' students to handle it. Which ones would you recommend?"

Gerald chuckled. "Are ya serious, lassie? These wee lads are greener than grass. There's no way they can handle werewolves yet. Ya better send some of the trainers, myself included."

Sadie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't afford to send you guys, especially if you end up dead."

"Do ya got a better idea?" Gerald asked her.

Sadie's face set with determination. "I'll take care of it." And she turned and left to go to the house.

Charles followed her. "Sadie, you can't go on your own."

"What choice do I have?"

"I'll come with you."

Sadie stopped and turned to look at him. "You will?"

"Yes. You need someone to have your back, might as well be me."

Sadie smiled. "Thank you, Charles."

Gerald came running over. "Sadie, wait a minute."

Sadie looked at the man and put her hands on her hips, pivoting her leg a bit. "Yeah?"

"Let me go with ya. Just me, none of the other trainers. I canna let ya go in good conscience."

Sadie chuckled at him. "I got Charles comin' with."

"Yeah, but three is better than two," Charles pointed out.

Sadie sighed as she looked at them both. "Alright. Go get your weapons and I'll meet you at the stables."

Gerald went in the direction of his trainees while Charles and Sadie went towards the house. They'd both gotten their own rooms and Sadie was happy for it. As they walked into the manor, they spotted Sean, Karen, Quinn, Tilly and Breena in the kitchen. Sean was the first to speak up.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Sean as Sadie.

Sadie took a step into the kitchen. "Charles, Gerald and I are goin' to some villages that got werewolf problems."

Breena gasped. "More werewolves?"

"Yes."

Sean sighed as he held Quinn in his arms. "Do ya want me tah come with?"

"No, it's dangerous. And you got Karen and Quinn to look after."

Quinn started fussing and Karen took him from Sean. "Quinn is due for some milk."

Sean wiggled his eyebrows at Karen. "Really? So am I."

Charles and Sadie burst out laughing as Karen smacked Sean in the shoulder. "You're such a pig!"

"Ah, but ya love me anyway."


Arthur looked at the map and growled with vexation. This was such horseshit. He'd been looking for this god damn tree for hours now and nightfall would be coming soon. It was then that he finally spotted the tree with a hole in it. He walked to it and found disturbed dirt at the base. He started digging at it and he soon found his boxes of ammo. Letting out a sigh, he snatched them up and put them in his satchel. After he got up, Arthur made his way back towards camp. He was really going let Lilly have it now. Finally he approached the tree line and looked around for the little varmint, but she remained unseen. He walked through camp trying to find her but he was unsuccessful. Arthur ran into Dutch.

"Hey, you see Lilly anywhere?" Arthur inquired.

Dutch shook his head. "Nope. Why?"

"She played another god damn prank on me."

Dutch laughed. "Well, I actually did see her by your tent earlier."

"Yeah. She buried my ammo and made me go look for it like a god damn treasure hunt!"

Dutch laughed louder. "I was wonderin' where you went. Did you find 'em?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Well, hopefully she didn't hide anythin' else while you were gone."

Dutch pat him on the shoulder and went to join people by the fire and Arthur chuckled. His face dropped, however, at the thought of Lilly hiding more of his stuff, so he marched over to his cart and looked around. His guns were missing. "Son of a bitch!" he yelled. "Lilleh!"


Dutch and Hosea had only been on the road for a few hours when the babies needed to be changed. They stopped the carriage and got out with Aoífe and Arthur Junior. The grandfathers laid them down and changed their soiled cloth diapers, cleaned them up, and disposed of the dirty laundry in their diaper laundry bag. As they were finished dressing them, Dutch felt something poke the back of his head.

"Don't move," a British man said.

Dutch shut his eyes with a huff of air, then opened them. "You here to rob us?" Dutch asked.

"Yes. Now stand up. Both of you."

Hosea and Dutch stood up. The man came about and began searching through Dutch's pockets, still pointing the gun at him. "You alone, son?"

"Be quiet, old man!" the man snapped.

Aoífe started to whimper. "Grandpa...hungry."

"I know, child. Just give us a few minutes and we'll have ya both fed," Dutch said as he smiled down at his granddaughter. When the man let his guard down to look at the child, Dutch took out his own gun and smacked the man in the head with it. The man dropped his gun and went down. Hosea grabbed the gun and both the gang members aimed at the man who now had his hands up. "Not bad for an old man, huh Hosea?"

"No, not at all," replied Hosea.

Dutch chuckled and pulled hack the hammer as the thief looked up at them in horror. "Sir, kindly return my things and leave. Actually, why don't you also give me everything you have? For our inconvenience, of course."

"But I ain't got nothin'!" the man choked. "Don't kill me, please!"

Dutch laughed. "Oh, I won't kill ya. Not in front of my grandkids, at least. I might shoot you in the leg. Now give me back my belongings as well as your things. I won't repeat myself."

The man quickly emptied his pockets as Hosea grabbed both the kid's hands and brought them back to the carriage. "Grandpa," Arthur whined while pointing at Dutch.

"Oh, don't you worry about Grandpa. He's fine," Hosea assured his grandson. "Now who's hungry?"

The man finished emptying out his pockets and Dutch kept the gun on him. "Good. Now run away."

The British thief got up and started running as Dutch bent down and picked up all the money clips and his pocket watch. He also picked up some food, ammo, and a silver necklace. As he got up, he turned and smiled at the kids and Hosea. "Well, that was fun."

Hosea chuckled and Dutch saw him dig out some canned peaches for the kids. They went absolutely bonkers over the stuff. Hosea grabbed utensils and a can opener from the back of the carriage. Dutch just then noticed the look on the driver's face.

"Sir, that was amazing!" the driver exclaimed.

"Well thank you, son. I've dealt with robbers before so it's nothin' new." The driver laughed nervously as Hosea and Dutch climbed into the carriage. "Let's go!"


Arthur stormed away from his cart looking around for Lilly and screaming her name. This got the attention of some of the camp members and it aroused a few laughs. Lilly's antics were always funny, especially when it was done to Arthur.

"Lilleh! Get your ass over here now!" he shouted.

As he passed by a tree in camp, he heard her voice behind him. "Yes Arthur?"

He turned around to see her hanging upside down from a tree. A glare came on his face as he neared her. "Where are my god damn guns?!"

The Irish girl shrugged. "No idea."

"Lilly!"

She giggled. "Honestly, Arthur, I don't know where they went. John is the one who hid them for me."

Arthur's face went red. "John? You put John up to this?!"

"Uh huh."

"John!" Arthur marched away from Lilly and scanned the camp for John.

"Just kiddin'! You know John doesn't want anythin' to do with pranks! You're soooo gullible!"

Arthur turned back around and marched back to the tree. He was going to beat Lilly right on her ass. Lilly climbed up the tree and stuck out her tongue. "Lilly, where are my fuckin' guns?!"

"Buried somewhere in the woods."

"You buried them!? They'll get dirt in them!"

"Oh no, I wrapped them up so they'd stay clean. I may be mean, but I'm not that mean."

Arthur groaned at her. Why did this kid love to torture him? Out of everyone else in camp, she picked on him the most. "Tell me where they are exactly or I'll come up there and spank your ass!"

"Hmm, decisions, decisions..."

Arthur started climbing up the tree and Lilly, his barefoot little Lilly, jumped down just as he got halfway up. "Son of a bitch!"

He jumped down and chased her into the woods.


At the Marston farm, John was in the process of shoveling up horse manure in a wheelbarrow. He'd been at it for a while now since they had plenty of horses. When he was done with the last stall, he brought the wheelbarrow out and dumped the manure into the compost bin. Now it was time for the hay. John walked over to the hay bundles and grabbed one. As he lifted it, Jack came running from the house. "Pa! Pa!" Jack yelled.

John dropped the bundle and looked at Jack. "What is it, Jack?"

Jack was holding a letter in his hand. "Aunt Sadie amd Uncle Charles are here!"

John laughed and smiled. "Well that's good. They up at the house?"

"Yeah!"

Jack ran into his father and John lifted him up. "Well, let's go have a visit with them, okay?"

"They got a big man with them, too! He's got a big sword, like a knight!"

"Does he now? Huh. Maybe he is a knight." John walked into the house and saw Sadie, Charles, Abigail and a stranger sitting at the kitchen table. He set Jack down and walked over. "Sadie, Charles, uh..."

"Oh, this is Gerald," Sadie said. "Gerald, this is John."

"Hello, sir," Gerald said.

Jack wasn't kidding. The man was huge. John reckoned he was at least six foot four. He had a black mustache and wore his black hair short. The man had big brown eyes and a chiseled face. He wore a buttoned up dark red jacket, dark blue pants, and brown boots.

"Hello," John said. "So, what's goin' on?"

"Oh, we just stopped by to say hello. We're on a mission," Charles explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

John scoffed in amusement. "A mission? What kind of mission?"

Sadie eyed Abigail and Abigail nodded. "Jack, honey, why don't you go to your room and read for a bit?"

"Okay!" Jack went running down the hall, opened his door, and shut it behind him.

John sat down at the table. "Well?"

"We got three villages with werewolves that we gotta go take care of. One of the villages is Drumaveg."

John's face went pale. "That's only a couple miles from here."

"Yeah. We came to check on you and give you silver bullets for your guns...and any other weapons you might want."

John rubbed his face and felt his scars. "Well, I didn't think I'd ever have to encounter wolves again, but sure. Let's see what you got."