The next day in the morning, Arthur and Charles went out hunting for Bison. After hunting one and dealing with the poachers, Charles returned to camp first in the next hour, and Arthur returns 5 minutes after. He hitched Marcella and grabbed the Bison and walked over to Pearson's wagon.

"Hey, Pearson," he called to the former navy man. "I and Charles got this pelt of Bison, plenty of meat about."

"Ah, good job, Mr. Morgan," Pearson said. "Just put it on my table, I'll do something about it."

Arthur nodded and placed and the meat on the table. He went back to his tent to take a break. But then he saw a letter on his table, he picked it up and soon realized where this letter came from the second he saw the familiar handwriting. He looked around to find everyone else busy, so he sit down on his bed and read;

LETTER FROM MARY

Dear Arthur.

I've written this letter a hundred times or more and I cannot get it right. It's me. You know it's me from the bad hand writing. I know I said when last we spoke and I was going off to get married after I quit serving as the law in Nevada. That we would not speak again. I know I said a lot of things and I meant them. I suppose, at the time, but I am not so proud as to not speak to people who care for me, or cared for me.

I've been in Valentine for a couple of months. I had some bad luck and, well, it's a long story and not an interesting one, but I am here for now. I saw a couple of girls, or whatever polite term is for them, that ran with you and your associates in town and I heard tell of a man who sounded like you. The thing is, I heard it through the news headline how you and your 'family' would be that, um, pardon me but stupid enough to rob President Alfred of his boatload of federal funds in Blackwater. As much as I want to ask you so many questions about what was that about, and why did all of you go as far as robbing the highest political figure of America, I would love to see you again, if you spare me a little bit of your time if there was more 'time' left for you and your people now that President Alfred has marked a serious, permanent target on your backs. I'm renting a room at Chadwick Farm, just north of Valentine.

Yours.

Mary Linton.

Mary Linton is Arthur's ex-fiancee. A long time ago, he met her when he woke up drunk in a jail cell in Nevada, she works in law enforcement at the time. She quit serving the law when she and Arthur were about to get married, but their relationship was shattered when it was revealed that Arthur was a dangerous outlaw and ran with Dutch, and the same person who escaped from Illinois State Penitentiary, and he refused to abandon his life as an outlaw, she left him out of spite due to his true nature and went out with another man. Arthur could never forget the day he and Mary broke up. But now, it's been years and Mary wants to see her again, and he's not sure if he should tell the others about this but he knew they would tell him don't bother as they say she was a bad influence on him, well, Abigail is the only person who seems to like Mary when they met at some point.

So then, Arthur untethered Marcella and ride his way to Valentine. Although, he has to fight off a small ambush by the O'Driscolls on the way there. He prevailed, looted their bodies and chest on the wagon. He shot down some witnesses who saw the whole thing. He quickly mounts back on his horse and rides away fast to Valentine.

Once he made it, he hitched Marcella on the hitching post in front of the hotel. When it comes to visiting Mary, Arthur would always stop by a hotel for a bath. After spending 10 minutes bathing, Arthur got up from the bathtub and puts his clothes back on. He went outside and decided to slowly lead Marcella to the house instead of riding her.

Arthur made it to Chadwick Farm, hitched Marcella yet again, and stepped on the porch. He knocked on the door, taking off his hat. It's been so long since he last saw her, he's rather excited, or rather resentful towards her due to the fact that Mary broke up with him even though he knew it was understandable but since he loved her so much that he still can't get over the hurt since that day.

The door opens, but instead of Mary, instead, it's another woman in a white dress, pointing a revolver at him. She clearly doesn't like unfamiliar and familiar strangers in this house.

"Yes?" The woman asked him warily.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Arthur responded. "I didn't mean to disturb you, ma'am. Is erm... Is Ms. Linton here?"

The woman gaze at him for a few seconds, "I'll go see," the woman replied warily and put her gun and down and shut the door behind her. "Ms. Linton, a caller for you."

So then, the door opens again and reveals to be none other than Mary Linton. She was brown-haired and a wears a green dress. She aged beautifully if Arthur was being honest. She looked grown since the last time Arthur saw her, she's even more beautiful than in the past.

"Hello, Arthur," Mary greeted him nonchalantly. This is the first time she has ever spoken to him since it's been years.

"Mary," Arthur said.

"I heard you and your friends was around," Mary told him. "I... I heard about President Alfred hunting for your neck. I..."

"Okay," Arthur interrupted her. "Where's what's his name?" He was referring to the man Mary married when she left him.

Mary sadly nodded, "Died," she confirmed.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," Arthur said genuinely remorseful.

"Yeah, me too," Mary said. "Happened a while ago, pneumonia."

"Bad business," Arthur replied.

"Sure," Mary responded.

After a few seconds of awkward silence; "So uh, well, y-y-you've been, you've been made a widow and come looking for me, is that it?"

"No, it ain't like that, Arthur," Mary protested.

"Oh, okay," Arthur said, a little disappointed to himself for thinking that Mary is going to be together with him again even after all these years.

"I..." she hesitantly said, "My family. I need your help."

Arthur glared at her, "You mean the family that always looked down on me," he venomously said. "You want me to help them?"

"It's my little brother, Jamie," Mary told him.

Jamie is her little brother, along with his father, Mr. Linton also showed distaste towards Arthur for his outlaw lifestyle. The last time Arthur had a healthy friendship with Jamie is when he's young as a child since he last saw him. Mary told him he doesn't view Arthur the same way he does when he was a child when her family knew he was an outlaw.

"I always liked, Jamie," Arthur said, walking to the fence. "at least compared to the rest of them."

Mary stands beside him, "He's broken daddy's heart," Mary informed him.

Arthur scoffed, "Daddy has a heart?" He was resentful to her father and he knew he was abusive to his own family.

"Don't make me beg you, Arthur," Mary told him.

"My money, my life, me," Arthur clarified. "I wasn't good enough."

"I'm sorry," Mary apologized. "We need your help real bad. Little Jamie's joined the Chelonians, that strange religious order."

"Good for him," Arthur shrugged.

"They're quite mad, Arthur," Mary reasoned with him. "They'll kill him! You're the only person he'd listen to."

"So, I'm too rough to marry into your family but it's okay to ask me to help in saving your family," Arthur recap.

"I'm sorry," Mary apologized to him again. "I understand if you don't wanna help me, but... but little Jamie is in trouble and he will get killed. I'm begging you, Arthur."

"I say let Jamie live Jamie's live," Arthur said bluntly. "and not the nightmare that his daddy dreamed up for him."

"Jamie is so innocent, Arthur," Mary begged him. "Please, Arthur. Will you help me?"

Arthur thought about it for a moment. While he was a bit resentful towards Mary for breaking his heart that day, he still loved and missed her on the other hand. Also, he knew what the Chelonians were like, Hosea and Bessie warned him about the Chelonians in the past. So, he must do something about Jamie right now.

"Where is he?" Arthur answered.

"Somewhere out near Carmody Dell, I think," Mary explained. "The rancher there said he'd seen him around the Cumberland Forest area. I just want him back, Arthur. If you find him, bring him to me at the station."

Arthur walked out of the house, "I"ll see what I can do," he said.

"I'll owe you," Mary told him.

"You already owe me," Arthur replied.

Arthur mounts up Marcella and rides past Valentine and up to the hill. He was making his way to Cumberland Forest, and through the forest, he ride through the state line from New Hanover to Ambarino. He rides up to the very tall mountain, Marcella loves a challenge, racehorses do love challenges. She was climbing up the mountain as best as she can.

They eventually made it to the top, Arthur dismount, and gave her some peppermints for her hard work. He walked to the small camp and sees the Chelonians. They were all wearing a white gown with the Chelonian logo on the torso. They were all sitting on the ground while the other one, being the leader, stand in front of them, preaching about their own ways in life.

"Gentlemen," Arthur called to them.

The Chelonians turned to see him approaching them, they quickly form a human shield they called, "shell of safety," protecting the leader and Jamie. Arthur stood right in front of them, he immediately recognized that ginger-haired boy, Jamie, Arthur still remembered him.

"Can I speak to the boah?" he asked the Chelonians.

Jamie immediately recognized him, "Arthur?" Jamie said realizing.

"Hello, son," Arthur told him softly. "Your sister is very worried."

"The boy has chosen a path, sir," the leader told him, stepping up towards him. "The path to truth."

"Well... his sister just wants to speak with him," Arthur told him.

"Arthur," Jamie protested. "I've chosen a path."

"The boy has chosen a path," the leader said. "he's chosen safety, what path have you chosen, sir?"

Arthur thought about it for a moment. While he'd rather kill these guys in broad daylight, he wouldn't want to traumatize Jamie. He remembered from what Hosea taught him, in order to get out of the situation with the Chelonians, he had to beat them in their own game, and maybe, robbed them of their valuables and such.

"I'm... still searching, I guess," Arthur said uncertainly.

"We are all searching," the leader told him. "Chelonianism is about searching! What do we search for, do you think?"

Arthur think for an answer and said, "I don't know, safety?" Arthur answered. "Safety and, and meaning?"

The leader smiled, taking that answer as a yes, and he stepped aside to show Jamie.

"Jamie knows the truth," The leader told him. "But of course you may speak with him."

"Exactly," Arthur replied. "If your teachings are so great what harm can I do?"

But Jamie stepped back, refusing to go with Arthur. He then made a dash to his horse.

"I'm not coming with you, Arthur!" Jamie told him, mounting on his horse ride down the mountain.

Arthur mounts back on Marcella and gives chase.

"Damn it, we got to do this the hard way?!" Arthur called to him.

"You pop up out of nowhere!" Jamie yelled at him.

Jamie made it to the bottom of the mountain as Arthur was chasing him. He nearly hit the wagon and the driver.

"They're just using you!" Arthur called out to him. "Telling you what you want to hear!"

"What the fuck do you know about it, Arthur?!" Jamie yelled back at him.

They ride from Ambarino and back to New Hanover. Arthur continued chasing as Jamie tries to get to the wide-open field, away from Arthur.

"Just stop, let's talk about this!" Arthur called to him.

"I was doing just fine by myself!" Jamie shouted.

"For chrissakes Jamie, just hold up a minute!" Arthur told him as he chased Jamie crossed the train tracks.

"This is none of your damn business!" Jamie shouted at him.

"C'mon girl, faster!" Arthur told his horse urgently. "Come on, you ain't stupid. You can see this is crazy!" Arthur tries to reason with Jamie.

"You're the crazy one!" Jamie accused him.

The chase continues through the wide-open field in New Hanover.

"Come on, Jamie!" Arthur told him. "Your sister's worried about you!"

"I don't have to answer to you!" Jamie yelled.

The chase continues through Guthrie Farm. Jamie's horse jumps over the fence and continued riding through the crops, Arthur followed suit. The rancher of the farm is clearly not happy with what he's seeing.

"So what are you gonna do, Jamie?" Arthur told him. "Live the rest of your life in the mountains, with those people?"

"They're my friends!" Jamie yelled upon leaving Guthrie Farm. "If you don't leave me alone, I'll shoot you, I swear!"

"What are you talking about?!" Arthur said in shock. "You ain't no killer!"

"You don't know who I am!" Jamie shouted.

He pulled out his revolver and shot out the air a few times, but that's clearly not enough to scare Arthur away as he continued to chase him. The chase continues through Carmody Dell, Jamie passed through a herd of cows. He barely missed the train passing by, but instead of running away, he stopped and dismounted. Arthur dismounted to barely see Jamie with the train passing by.

"Please, Arthur," Jamie told him desperately. "I'm a man now, I've found something, a calling."

"You're just a kid," Arthur told him. "you're making a big mistake!"

"I'm not taking advice from you!" Jamie spat at him. "You're an outlaw! You leave me alone, they're good people! I'm warning you, Arthur Morgan!"

As the train passes by, Jamie fires his gun but it only scares his horse and it runs away.

"You leave me alone!" Jamie yelled at him.

"Please kid," Arthur let out a hand at him, hoping he can get to his senses. "put that gun down..."

"I warn you, Arthur!" Jamie threatened him. "I'm... I'm gonna... I don't wanna live anymore!"

"Kid, just calm down," Arthur tries to coax him.

"Leave me alone!" Jamie shouted.

Just as Jamie was aiming his gun at his own head, Arthur quickly draws his revolver and shot the gun out of his hand.

"Now calm down," Arthur told him, walking to the gun and grabbing it, putting it in his satchel. "Let's go see your sister."

All of a sudden, Jamie smiled and said, "Okay," then he wraps his around Arthur for a hug. Arthur doesn't mind Jamie's sudden behavior as long as Jamie now wants to see Mary again.

"It's okay, kid," Arthur said softly, patting his back.

"Have I been a terrible fool, Arthur?" Jamie asked him meekly.

"I don't know," Arthur replied as Jamie let him go. "I don't know enough about it, but one thing I do know, there ain't no shame in looking for a better world."

"I missed you, Arthur," Jamie said as they mount up Marcella. "Are you and Mary sweet on one another again?"

"Oh, no," Arthur replied sadly as they ride away. Taking the road to Valentine. "That's all a long time ago, son."

"Well, this wasn't how I thought today would turn out," Jamie said.

"It's been a long time, Jamie Gillis," Arthur told him. "You were a kid last time I saw you, and didn't try to kill yourself."

"You know, you taught me how to ride a horse," Jamie reminded him.

"Too well, apparently," Arthur replied. "Chelonian, though? Really, you'd fall for that?"

"They were very nice to me," Jamie said. "They're decent."

"I'm sure," Arthur told him. "Please tell me you didn't give them any money."

"Of course I did," Jamie answered. "They rely on charitable donations."

"Jesus, Jamie. Come on," Arthur groaned. He knew the Chelonians were full of crap in every way.

"I just wanted to believe that there might be something good coming my way one day," Jamie told him. "Guess that's dead in the water..."

"With the turtles," Arthur finished.

"Shut up," Jamie whined. "All father kept telling me was " you won't amount to anything" or "you're not enough of a man" I had to get away. I couldn't take it anymore!"

Arthur sighs. He always knew Mr. Gillis is not a good man either, abusing his own children like that. Arthur and everyone else would never abuse Jack and Rachel that way.

"Your father is abusive, Jamie," Arthur advised him. "I'd suggest you go find a better place in this world, a better world it may make you happy and comfortable. Maybe, follow your sister's footsteps and serve as a lawman."

"I don't think I'm cut out to be what Mary used to be when she's in the law enforcement in Nevada," Jamie protested. "But she did teach me a few things of how I defend myself."

"No wonder you know how to use that gun, just remember what I said and you'll see," Arthur said. He finally arrived in Valentine and stopped near the train station. "Here we are. She must be inside."

So then, they dismount Marcella, and they head inside the station. They saw Mary sitting by the table, reading a book, she turned to see Arthur returned with Jamie.

"Jamie!" Mary called to him, happy to see her little brother again. Jamie runs to her and gives her a hug, "Come home please, you've... father's been very sad."

"Father wouldn't know sadness if it died in his bed," Jamie told her, breaking the hug. "But I'll come home, for you."

"My, boy," Mary said. "My sweet boy. Come on." she grabbed her luggage and handed it to Arthur to carry. "Thank you, Arthur, thank you."

"It's good to see you again, Mary," Arthur told her.

"And you, Arthur," Mary replied, hurrying to the train with Jamie. "And you."

So then, he guide them to the train, Arthur handed the luggage back to Mary, as she steps on the train after Jamie, she took one last look at Arthur. But from her own eyes, instead of the man, she used to love, instead, it was a man who robbed and killed people in his everyday life.

"Oh, you'll never change," Mary said in dismay. "I know that."

Arthur sadly nodded to that. He took one last look at Mary as she went inside the train and took a seat next to Jamie. The train leaves, leaving Arthur in the dark. Depressed over the fact that he could never be together with her.

Saw Mary again. I feel like the luckiest man alive and I feel like That woman confuses me and plays me for a fiddle like no one else alive. Her little brother Jamie had joined some religious order and needed saving, or so she and the god awful DADDY seemed to have taught. I took him home, after a pathetic little squabble. Poor boah. Wonder what will become of him. Education and an unpleasant father have been a terrible curse to him, I fear. As for Mary, I trust I will not make a god awful fool of myself once more but somehow imagine I shall.

Arthur closed his journal and stored it back in his satchel. He was sitting by the church in Valentine and it's already 6 in the evening. Arthur sighs depressingly, knowing he could never be with Mary again. So, he stood up, untethered Marcella and rides away back to camp, while he was sad inside.