Just as Dutch proposed, Lily road into camp with her covered wagon, pulled by two shires. One of them was massive and could most likely have pulled that whole wagon by himself. She claimed a little spot on the edge of camp and unhitched her horses.

It was her disguised caravan that she used when camping away from the circus. Inside, it held most of her necessities for time scouting and stealing, a nice bed, all her clothes, her vanity, and plenty of hidden compartments full of a variety of things.

"I'm glad you decided to join us in the camp, Miss Lee," Dutch welcomed her with open arms.

"I would still like to occasionally check up on Bobby and the rest of them, but I am at your disposal for the time being, so this is for the best."

"Of course. I understand. No one knows the importance of family better than me." He paused for a moment and chuckled at something he had thought about. "Funny how fate works, isn't it?"

"How so?"

"Why, we're two single parents of unconventional families, who happened upon each other."

"Well, I'm not quite alone. I do have a partner to help me." She looked over the camp. She'd arrived at approximately the time of day when everyone was working. They all seemed tired, but still in good spirits. "It must be tough having to be both the strict and fun leader. I feel like I'm usually the latter."

Dutch put a fond arm around her. "I've got quite a few years on you, my dear. Things like this come with time and experience. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some help along the way. Arthur and John were quite the handful. I also had Hosea to help me."

"It always starts out with two, doesn't it." For a moment, she thought back to the beginnings of the High Roller Circus. It grew quickly. Saint Denis had no shortage of down and out kids, like them, all talented in their own ways. They worked together and built everything up, with Bobby moving the pieces. Through the years, people came and went, nothing like what Dutch had with his gang. This was a place where people could be brought in and settled down. They bonded and stayed. Like an actual family. "I think we're different, Mr. Van der Linde."

"Now, don't lose hope in yourself. You're a bright, beautiful, young woman." His hand casually slipped down her back. "Why, I can already tell that you're a spectacularly kind soul."

She touched his chin gingerly. "A real, lady killer."

"Ohoho, my dear, from you? A compliment."

Teasingly, she pulled away from him, running her fingers along his arm as she danced away. "Oh, I'm sure there's a little fan-club out there for an untamable outlaw like yourself."

"Miss Lee, you keep this up, an' I might have to steal you."

She winked and blew him a dramatic kiss. "You can't steal what's not owned."

Dutch whistled to himself as he coolly sauntered off, throwing the jubilant Lily Lee another look over his shoulder. He didn't notice, or chose not to acknowledge the scathing look that Molly was giving him. No matter how many times she confronted him about it, he insisted that he was only being friendly. He must've thought her stupid, flirting so openly. She stormed after him, going to give him, yet another piece of her mind.

Lily heard just the distant sound of shouting, but shrugged it off and went off to settle her horses with the rest of the camp's.

At the same time, Arthur arrived back to camp. He seemed to be in a sour mood, and he was awkwardly holding the reigns. Grumbling, he dismounted his horse where Lily was. She was able to see what had him so irritated. His hand was crudely wrapped up with a dirty strip of cloth. He was putting pressure on it as he hitched up his horse.

"Mr. Morgan, your hand, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just cut it when I fell off my horse."

She held out her hand. "Lemme have a look at it."

"Ah, you don't need to, Miss Lee. It ain't too bad."

"Humor me."

Giving in, Arthur let her look. He winced a bit as she peeled the dirty bandage off. There was a lot of blood still, even though he washed it off before, but he was sure that it wasn't deep enough to worry about.

Without letting go of his hand, Lily dragged him over to her caravan and sat him down on the steps. Arthur waited patiently and watched as she buzzed around camp. She stopped by Pearson's wagon to grab a bottle and then rooted in another wagon for a clean cloth and bandages. When she came back, opening the bottle, Arthur reached out for it. It was moonshine. If this was Lily's method of treatment, she found herself a new patient.

"Not for you, Mr. Morgan." She pulled the bottle back and doused the cloth with moonshine. "This'll sting."

"I've been shot before, Miss Lee," he reminded her.

"Just didn't want to catch you by surprise." She gently wiped his hand, cleaning up the blood. As she passed over the wound, she felt Arthur's hand tense up. "I won't be much longer. I just want to make sure it won't get infected."

"It don't hurt."

"Just making polite conversation," she said, smiling. "It usually distracts from the pain. I can stop if you want."

He thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "I 'ont mind."

"Alright, let's see." She continued to clean and dress his wound as she talked. "Have I told you of the time we robbed another circus?"

"We only just met, Miss Lee."

"I guess you're right." The look on her face became a little sheepish. "Well, we can always start somewhere."

"Sure. So, what happened?"

"Oh, that's right. They were a very territorial group. Traveled around a little farther east from here, where nature ends and the big cities begin. I guess we got a little too close for comfort, and they picked a fight with us."

"Didn't know circuses had those kinda problems."

"We usually know well enough to stay out of each other's way, but we were new and those boys decided to travel a little farther west than they usually would. As far as they were concerned, this was all new territory, and it was theirs for the taking. They weren't going to lose it to some newborn traveling show." Her eyes lit up as she remembered the story. "But we couldn't afford to lose. We had nowhere else to go. No one wanted any of us anymore."

Arthur understood the situation, and it reminded him of his own group's fight. He didn't need to hear what they did to know what they did. "We would've done the same thing."

"Maybe, but Bobby and I were young and reckless back then."

"Ain't you still that?"

"Not quite as." She giggled. "Looking back, I wouldn't have been so bold about that theft. We stole an elephant, and some talent, and his big tent, of course."

Arthur chuckled in amusement and disbelief. "Miss Lee, I admit that you are one helluva thief, but there ain't no way you stole that man's whole goddamned circus without him comin' afta ya."

"Can't go after anyone when you're dead. That circus disappeared and no one said a word. The public doesn't care unless we're entertaining them, other circuses are reveling at the lack of competition, and what was left of his talent was waiting for him to die. Still not something I'd do again though. I'm much more suited for discrete jobs."

"And what part o' you's discrete, Miss Lee?" he teased.

"The kind that has her face on countless posters, and none of them wanted."

He flippantly tossed his hand up in dismissal. By the time they finished talking, Lily had long since finished bandaging Arthur's hand, but still had a light hold on it throughout. Arthur was distracted enough to not notice. Only when she let his hand slip from her grasp did his surroundings come back to him.

"How's that then, Mr. Morgan?"

Arthur opened and closed his fist, feeling the stretch of the bandage. "Definitely better than I would've done." He reached into his bag and took out some bills. "For your troubles, Miss Lee."

She pushed the money back to him. The smile on her face, warm and caring. "Keep it."

"You sure? I'ont feel right."

"I'm just glad you didn't break your neck. Try to be more careful. That'll be your payment."

He sheepishly averted his eyes. "Aw, I ain't clumsy, Miss Lee. This s'was just a one time thing. The ol' girl just got spooked."

"How many times have you been shot, Mr. Morgan?"

He thought about it for a moment, scratching the back of his head. "I'll...be careful."

Her smile widened. "You've been very kind to me, so I'm happy to take care of you. I just would rather not see you hurt."

"Ahhh, it ain't nothing really. You just ain't on my bad side."

"I'm thankful for that. Seems like anyone on your bad side can end up with a bullet through the head at a moment's notice."

He laughed loudly and patted her back. "You learn quick."

"Even if I didn't..." She opened up her hand to show the bullets in her palm.

He sighed, amused. "Alright, new rule fer ya. Stop that."

She pouted and gave them back. Arthur flipped out the barrel of his gun and slipped the bullets back where they belonged, while Lily watched and continued to playfully pout.

"Don't you look at me like that. One of these days, I'm gonna rob someone and find out my gun's gone because some lil' thiefー."

"Magician."

"Thiefー stole it. Even if she is talented, and I wonder how she does it.

"I couldn't do it without distracted gents like yourself!" Lily got up and bowed as if she were onstage. "So my thanks to whatever has caught your attention." Her cheerful attitude was contagious, and Arthur smiled to himself. He envied that cheer and happiness. At that point, he knew what Dutch meant about her. Despite the muck they were in, despite everything that they had been through in Colter, she was able to bring a brief respite. An air bubble in a sea of chaos.