Saphira awoke hours later and she stared at the roof of the tent. The air was still cool, and the low crackling of the fire outside meant that it was likely early morning and the gang was not awake yet. Saphira held the blankets around her to keep warm, she glanced over to the table and stood up, stepping over to it to see the jug had been refilled. She smiled, Hosea must have brought it back when she was asleep. She poured some water to drink, she was very thirsty again and she needed to quench her thirst. Once she had her fill, she laid back on the bed, there was not much to do other than to wait for the sun to rise. She ended up dozing off again as result.

However, she sat up upon hearing the sound of a shrill neigh outside. She listened quietly, the horse that made the loud call was still huffing, snorting and neighing loudly, and it sounded like it was putting up quite a fight. She could hear Arthur's voice along with Javier and Dutch, she couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could hear the commotion. As she listened, she saw a shadow of someone cover the entrance of the flap.

"Morning, Saphira," She heard Grimshaw's voice speak politely. "May I come in? If you are hungry I can fetch you something to eat."

"Yes, Miss Grimshaw," Saphira responded in a calm voice. The woman pushed the flap open and stepped inside. "I was wondering…" She glanced down at her pyjamas for a moment before looking back at her. "Would there be any clothes that would fit me?"

"Of course there is! Let me go and get a nice blouse and a skirt…" Grimshaw turned to leave and continue speaking when Saphira stopped her.

"Oh, wait! I don't wear skirts." She gets a surprised expression from the woman and she smiled at her. "Sorry. I don't like skirts. I prefer pants or jeans."

"Right…okay. We have something. Let me go and get them for you." The woman turned on her heel and walked out of the tent. "Oh, morning Hosea. I am just fetching the young lady some clothes. It seems like she's had enough of the ones she is wearing."

Saphira hears Hosea laugh gently. "That is good to hear, she must be feeling much better." He stops outside of the tent politely. "May I come in miss?"

"Of course, Hosea." Saphira smiled as the man pushed open the flap, walking inside the tent. "That sounds like quite the commotion out there."

"Oh, that." Hosea turned his head slightly, the horse was still making a lot of noise. "Don't mind that. It is just a new horse that we acquired, it appears to be ill handled, so we are putting the horse into the corral to calm down."

She widened her eyes in surprise. "There is a corral here?"

He nodded, walking over to the chair to take a seat, placing his hands on his thighs as he sat down. "We inherited it when we found this place. It is an old property abandoned by a family long ago. No body has claimed it. Unfortunately, the actual house is too dangerous to set foot into, the foundations of it is on its last legs. But the barns and corral are still in decent condition, so we have been making use of them."

Saphira tilts her head slightly at him. "Do you migrate often? Why?"

Hosea grimaces, he knew that he would have to answer that question. "Um…well…we are a gang of members here, and we just happen to…do some things to ensure we have enough money to support ourselves. It is not always the best…"

"Outlaws?" Saphira asked in a calm voice, she knew the answer, but at least she wouldn't sound like she knew who they were.

The man took in a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah…we are. We are not the best people in the world, but we do what we can to look out for each other. Still…you seemed to recognize me when I found you. Did you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, you just surprised me when I turned and saw you looking back at me." Saphira doubted that sounded very convincing, but it was the only thing she could think of at the moment. "I guess it might have come across as me recognizing you."

The man watched her closely, she knew he was a good body language reader so she kept as calm as possible, though she didn't know if he would see right through her or not. "Understandable. I hope I did not make you uncomfortable."

She smiled at him slightly. "Not really. I kind of understand why you are asking me questions…you want to make sure the gang is safe. Well…I don't even know where I would be going if I got on the back of a horse and rode off into the sunlight."

"I believe you on that. And at the moment, I don't even know if you are still feeling the affects of the drugs that was given to you." Saphira knew that Hosea was still believing she had been given drugs. And if she was honest, it almost feels like it to her as well. "So getting on a horse is not a good idea for you."

Saphira just nodded in agreement. She flinched when the flap of the tent opens and Susan walked in with folded clothes. "Here you are, Miss Saphira. Some nice, clean clothes for you." Saphira smiled at the woman as Grimshaw placed the clothes beside Saphira and turned to face Hosea. "Alright, out with you! Let the young lady get changed without anyone gawking at her!"

Hosea just rolled his eyes and stood up. "You know I am not like that, Susan. I will make sure no body peaks."

"No I'LL make sure of it!" Susan snapped back as she shoos Hosea out of the tent. She turned to look at Saphira with a smile. "I hope you like them. They are not the prettiest, but it will do for the time being. When you are feeling okay, I will show you what the women do around here."

Saphira grimaced as the woman stepped out of the tent and remained in front of it so she could ensure Saphira had privacy. She knew how Grimshaw worked, though she hoped once she could prove her worth in other areas, she wouldn't be stuck sewing and cleaning. She turned to look at the clothes set beside her. She picked up the shirt first, finding it was a simple white blouse with a floral pattern at the sleeves, it was basic, but that was fine. And the pants Grimshaw brought over were dark brown and a pair of brown boots and white socks to match. She smiled, this was what she was used to. She peeled off her clothes and slipped on the new clothes. It felt nice to take off her pyjamas, these clothes were fresh. Though, she did wish to have a bath. She ran her hand through her hair, grimacing as it felt a little oily. She sighed and began to braid it, deciding she should look decent. Her hair was long than her shoulders and needed to be tied up.

"Are you decent, Miss Saphira?" Grimshaw asked, getting Saphira's attention. "I gotta go talk some sense to Miss Tilly."

Saphira smirked at that. "Yes, I am. Don't worry, I am just fixing up my hair."

The woman seemed satisfied by that answer as she stormed away and she heard Grimshaw raising her voice. She didn't hear what she was saying, but she could hear her voice. Saphira sighed, glancing at the ground. She needed to get out into the sunlight, it was not like her to be inside all the time. But, Saphira was still nervous. She stood up and drank some more water before walking to the front and opening the flap, she grimaced as the light of the sun hit her face.

"Ah, here she is!" She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, the air outside was mild and pleasant and she looked around, spotting Dutch smiling at her. He walked over to her, Saphira felt herself looking away shyly. Dutch seemed to notice that as he approached her. "It is okay, Miss Saphira. You are safe, I just want everyone to know who you are."

She looked at Dutch and smiled slightly. "I understand…I just hate big announcements. It's…I don't see the big deal. I am just one person."

"Ah, that maybe, but I want you to feel right at home here. After all, this is your home now until you figure out what you want to do." Dutch turned to face everyone as people gather. Saphira looked around, she could see Bill, Javier, Tilly, Karen, John, Abigail, Pearson, Mary-Beth, Molly, Uncle, Strauss, Sean, Swanson and several members she did not recognize. Arthur was seated at his tent cleaning a pistol. "Everyone, I want you all to welcome Miss Saphira…eh…what is your last name?"

She nearly snorted in amusement, Dutch had forgotten to ask her last name. "Dawn, my last name is Dawn."

The man widened his eyes and smiled at her before looking at the member. "Miss Saphira Dawn, she was found by Hosea when he was out on a lead. Sadly, we do not know how she got here and it seems she may have been drugged and brought all the way from North Dakota…" There was gasps from the women and the men glance at each other in shock. Saphira noted Micah, Lenny and Charles were not present in the gang, nor was Jack which meant this was years before the events of Blackwater. "I want everyone to welcome her with open arms. She is now a member of this gang if she chooses. She is still likely feeling the affects of whatever happened to her, so please be gentle with her."

Sean smirked suddenly and winked at Saphira. "A fine lass ye brought in, Hosea!" He turned to look at the man who was seated in his tent with a book in hand. "Never thought ye would brin' a nice lady in. Never knew ye had it in ya."

"Oh, shut up, Sean!" Bill hissed at the young man. He huffed and looked at Dutch with a frown on his face. "We don't need anymore mouths to feed, Dutch!"

"Miss Dawn will not cause any trouble. I can assure everyone that." He walked away from Saphira with a frown on his face. "Don't just sit here staring, go out and do something! Earn your keep!" The gang members were quick to move their feet.

Saphira turned her head as she could still hear the unsettled horse. The property the gang picked seemed like a nice spot. She saw the large house on a hill and she could see from this distance that it was in poor condition and could collapse at any time. The barns had a lot of room for horses and storage, and then there was the corral. The horse was galloping and making a loud racket. There was overgrown plants around and the thick trees surrounding the property hid it rather well.

"Welcome, Miss Dawn." She turned her head in surprise upon hearing her name, her eyes met the dark, brown eyes of Javier as he approached her. "I am Javier Escuella, it is a pleasure to meet you, señorita." He extends his hand and Saphira takes it, thinking he would shake it, only for him to lift her hand and kiss the back on it. "I am sorry you went through such a terrible time recently. If you need any help, just let me know."

Saphira felt herself blush slightly at Javier's flirt. She smiled at him and nodded. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." She turned her head towards the corral curiously. "I guess I am not the only one here who may not fit in."

"The mare?" Javier seemed surprised that Saphira spoke about the horse. "That caballo is very reckless. I dunno why Hosea wanted Arthur and I to bring that horse here. She is very hermoso, and very valuable, but she is so fiery that she almost ran away more than once."

Saphira listened to him, but she doubted the mare was that big of a deal. She looked at him. "Am I allowed to have a look?"

"Be our guest." Javier gestured and walked towards the corral. "Here, let me show you."

"Leavin' me behind hmm?" She turned in surprise when she heard John's voice. He dips his head slightly politely towards her. "Miss Dawn, nice to meet ya. I am John Marston. I have been in the gang for a long time."

She smiled at him, his brown eyes met her eyes. "Nice to meet you too, Mister Marston."

"Please, just call me John. I ain't no man for formalities. Especially with this bunch anyways." John gestures to the camp with a smirk, making Saphira chuckle a little at him. "You goin' to see that horse?"

"That is what she wants," Javier responds as they walk through the camp towards the corral. He looks at Saphira with a slightly concerned expression. "Don't get into the corral, that horse will probably kill ya."

"I understand that." Saphira was not concerned by the horse. She had confidence in her abilities with horses. "I just want to have a look.

"What do ya plan to do now, Miss Dawn?" John asked curiously as he walked just behind them.

"Call me Saphira, please," Saphira responded softly, her eyes catching a glimpse of something golden galloping along the fence line of the corral. "As for what I will do…I guess…try to fit in."

"You don't wanna try to get home?" John was surprised that she wanted to fit in and shakes his head with a smile. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you ain't cut out for this life."

She turned her head slightly and smirked at him. "You don't even know me."

"No, but I also don't want a fine lady like yourself caught up in our ways. I know yer safe here and all, but…I am not sure what has been told to ya." Saphira didn't know if John was concerned, or simply trying to get her to leave because she was another mouth to feed. "But we…"

"Outlaws, I know." Saphira sighed as she disliked that they thought she did not know. "Hosea kind of painted the picture for me." She smiled when she saw the mare again, her eyes lingering on the beautiful horse in the corral. "Somebody's spirit here is not easily broken."

"So it would seem, just don't do anything stupid," Javier said as they approach the fence, the men stop but Saphira walked up to the fence and leaned on it. "Careful, señorita, she can still hurt you."

"I am not clueless around horses, Javier. I have dealt with many, this is not different." Saphira did not look at the two men as she watched the horse galloping around. "Is she a quarter horse?"

"Huh? No, we were told she is a thoroughbred," Javier responded, seemingly confused she had asked the question. "You don't know your horse breeds well, señorita?"

She smirked slightly. "I do. That is why I ask. She is a quarter horse, the build is sturdier than a thoroughbred. Thoroughbreds are taller than this mare here, and palomino is not a particularly favoured colour among the breeders."

Javier and John were surprised she spoke about the horse. "If you believe that, then we had been told a lie," Javier grumbled and she heard him shifting on his feet. "I think we better double check, just to make sure we didn't get the wrong horse. I'll go talk to Arthur."

Saphira heard Javier walking away, her eyes lingered on the horse. She was a beautiful, deep, golden, palomino mare, the mane and tail were a light, creamy colour that flowed beautifully in the wind. She had a white stripe on her face and a single, white sock on the back right leg. She was beautiful. The mare was throwing her head and kicking up her legs, galloping around with her ears flattened and she was showing she was not happy at all.

"That horse is crazy," John comments as he watched the mare galloping around. "Arthur must've done somethin' stupid to the horse. He was leadin' this mare in when they came back."

Saphira ignored John, she focused on the horse, reading the body language coming from the mare. The horse was scared, she was not acting mean, this was a flight response from her. She was trying to get out. The mare skids to a stop, turning her head towards Saphira with the ears laid back and stamping her hooves, scraping the dirt as she did so. Saphira smiled at the mare, ignoring what the mare was doing. She remained relaxed against the railing as she watched the mare.

She heard footsteps approaching from behind, she does not turn around. But, the mare whinnied loudly, her ears move slightly before turning and galloping at the other end of the corral, she did not follow the fence however. She paced back and forth, kicking at the fencing and tossing her head. Saphira knew that sudden movements were scaring the mare.

"Ah, it appears she is right." She turned her head when she heard Hosea, she saw Hosea with Dutch, Javier and Arthur looking at the horse. "It seems we got the wrong information. She would still be worth something though, a colour as deep as that will surely get us some buyers."

"Ain't no way we are sellin' a horse half mad," Arthur said with a groan, he sounded very frustrated. "I told ya I didn't wanna take that horse. I was right 'bout this one."

"It seems Miss Dawn here knows her horses quite well." Dutch looked at her with a smile, he winks at her slightly and she turned her head to look back at the horse. "I think you should take a look at every horse we find that might be deemed highly valuable."

Saphira shrugged a little. "Maybe. I am not in the business of stealing another's horse."

"No one is expecting you to, just to identify the horse breed. Though…this mare isn't as stocky as a usual quarter horse, but I can certainly see the breed mixed in her." Dutch rubbed his chin as he spoke. "Arthur is right, this mare is wild."

"She's probably a quarter horse bred for racing. They are a little leaner, and she appears to be so. And she isn't wild, she is scared." Saphira turned her head, looking at the men with a frown. "Have you never handled nervous horses before?"

"A little, but that don't seem like nervous to me," Arthur responded with a frown. "Are ye sayin' we don't know how to handle a horse?"

She widened her eyes a little and shakes her head. "No, I just thought you would be able to identify a nervous horse. Though, nervous horses don't always throw fits like she is. You did just take her from a familiar environment. Give the horse time to settle. As long as she has water and something to eat, she will calm down."

Arthur looked at the mare with a frown before looking back at Saphira. "Hosea told ya not to get on a horse for a while anyway. I would not throw ya on any horse anyway. Not right now. Yer head must still be sore."

"Not really. It's okay." Saphira didn't look at the men as she watched the mare.

Hosea walked over to Saphira, leaning against the railing and looking out at the mare. "You know…I did not think you knew much about horses. Though…you are reading that horse better than anyone I know. How long have you been around horses?"

"All my life. At home, I often had to work with difficult horses for people. I have a rather special connection with the animal." Saphira looked at Hosea with a smile. "That is why I came to see what her secret is. I know what it is now. She will calm down."

Arthur huffs a laugh, getting Saphira's attention. "I wonder how ye would do with the Count?"

"The Count?" Saphira asked curiously with a frown. "Um…is that a horse?"

Dutch smirked, he turned and points towards the barns. Saphira spotted an albino arabian drinking from a trough. "The Count is my horse. He takes nobody but me. He bucks everyone else and hates anyone, but me patting him."

"Oh, I see." Saphira smiled and looked back at the mare. "It seems like he might just be a one-human horse. Some horses are like that. Though, if you did challenge me with the task of riding that arabian without any issue, I would be more than happy for it."

"I would rather you did not try," Hosea said to her in a gentle voice. "Not right now at least. Give yourself a few more days before trying anything, Saphira. At least you are getting some good sunlight."

Saphira just nodded. "Is this where ye will be spendin'?" Arthur asked curiously. "That horse won't give ya the time of day."

"Patience is a virtue." Saphira knew it was slightly sarcastic, but it was true. Patience was needed here, and this beautiful horse needed someone who understood her. "I am not the kind of girl who enjoys sewing or cleaning."

"You may find Grimshaw having you do some of that at some point, just so you can start earning your keep. We all do our bit around here." Dutch turned and walked away from them. "Oh, I sent Mac and Davey out for some hunting, they should be back soon to deliver to Pearson."

Mac and Davey…they were two of the men standing in the gang who she did not recognize. She assumed the woman she also did not recognize was Jenny as well. Saphira was glad in someway, being in the middle of Colter was the last place she wanted to be right now.

"Least I ain't doin' it today," Arthur said in a happy tone. "Oi John! Ye haven't said a word. Ye just gonna stand and stare like Miss Dawn here?"

Saphira didn't even realize John was still standing there and looked over her shoulder. "Didn't even know you were still there."

"Sorry, I didn't wanna seem rude just by leavin'." He smiled at her and Saphira turned away from him quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Anyways, did ye wanna join the gang by the fire tonight? We usually tell stories and songs, ye might enjoy ye'self."

"That sounds fun. I probably will do that." She turned her head again to smile at John. "I have to get to know the gang somehow."

John chuckled and turned to walk away. "I still think ye not cut out for this life."

She ignored him. Marston knew nothing about her, so he could not know if she was able to live the gang life of not. She wondered what Arthur thought. "What about you? Are you going to tell me to leave too?"

"Mmm…maybe. But it would be for more selfish reasons. Ye are a stranger, for one, and I know nothin' on how you got here. I would tell ya to leave to keep the gang safe, and that is it. That idiot Marston knows nothin' about you." Arthur stepped up to the railing, leaning on it and looking at Saphira. "For all we know, ye might cut our throats while we sleep." She widened her eyes in alarm and shakes her head. Arthur chuckled at her, patting her shoulder gently. "I'm only kiddin' around." He glanced at the mare, the horse had stopped galloping around and she was watching them while breathing heavily. "I'm gonna go and…do somethin' else now. I will see ye by the campfire tonight."

Saphira watched Arthur walk away, she smiled as today had not started out so bad. She still wasn't sure what she would do and looked at the mare. The horse turned her body and points her rump towards Saphira, making the girl chuckle. The mare has already calmed down, but she was still showing signs of nervousness. Saphira remained there just watching her, and allowing the mare to get used to her presence. While she did so, Saphira glanced over her shoulder to see if she could catch John and Abigail, she didn't know if they had a relationship going right now or not. She couldn't see them, but she did think about what she was going to do now. As far as she knew, she wanted to become part of the gang. And she wanted to prove she could do it.