John slowly woke up after the flashing back to the time when he, Sadie and Charles hunt down Micah and look at it got to him after 4 years later. Two government agents, former Pinkerton agents, traced Micah's death back to John and kidnapped his family and forced to kill his old friends including Dutch to get his family back. If Arthur was still alive, then John can hardly imagine on what he can do to help him with his situation. He also felt something wrapped around his waist and easily tell it was something to keep his wound in hold. He was also glad that he didn't have to kill Sadie, Charles, Pearson, Tilly, Trelawny, and Mary Beth since they don't have any idea who they were and it's likely they continue to live their own lives. But If Arthur is still alive John would be forced to kill him too.

Then he heard the door creek open, came in a blonde woman who was around Abigail's age and wears a white dress. This girl honestly reminds him of Sadie since they were both blonde.

"Well you're alive," The woman spoke to him.

"So it seem," John replied.

"So, how do you feel?" She asked.

"I don't know the polite word for it." John answered.

"Stupid, "She said. "Is a word we used around here. What were you doing?" She asked.

John slowly sit up, "I was… I was doing something stupid." He told her.

"Well, you'll be okay," The woman informed. "Once you didn't die the doctor said you'd be fine. He got the bullets out a couple days ago."

I was out for a few days? John thought. "Good," He replied.

"It cost us $15." She said.

"I'm sorry, madam," John apologized. "You should've left me there to die."

"Did you want to die?" She asked him. "I mean, was that it? Was that why you went straight out to Fort Mercer and picked a fight with the worst bandit in the country? To die, Mr. err…"

"Mr. Marston," John introduced himself. "John Marston. But all them folk around here called me Jim Milton."

"Jim Milton, huh?" She repeated. "Should I call you by your real name or a name that all folks usually called you?"

John chuckled. "That depends on how you wanna call me. You can either call me John or Jim Milton."

"Okay, Bonne McFarlane. Miss Bonnie McFarlane," Bonnie introduced herself.

"Well, you may be right, Miss MacFarlane," John told her. "I don't know…"

"So, what were you doing at Fort Mercer?" Bonnie asked.

"I was trying to give Bill Williamson a chance." John answered. "For old times sake…"

"You know Bill Williamson?"

"Knew him, long time ago," John replied.

"Well, what was he like?" Bonnie asked.

"Dumb."

"Just like you," Bonnie said.

"Thank you miss," John thanked and looked around and found himself in some sort of small house he and Bonnie were in. "Have you seen my hat and my stuff?" He asked.

"I have," Bonnie pointed to where his hat and saddle bag were put. During these last few days, John had also brought his saddle bag with him and it's full of some things he kept in here. And also the Journal, the bag and Journal used to originally belong to Arthur before he gave his things to John 12 years ago. John would sometimes read on what Arthur had written on his old Journal throughout their journey during these 12 years.

"And what will you do now?" Bonnie asked.

John puts his hat back on and grabbed his saddle bag. "Now, I'm going to take my time and go after him in the less kind way," John told her.

"Well, that sounds very fun, Mr. Milton, Bonnie said as she went for the door. "Quite heroic, just like in those penny dreadful my brother used to read. Meanwhile, if you'll excuse me, I've got a ranch to run. Of course, if you're feeling better, why not take a ride we me later and help me patrol the perimeter. We got some varmints kept on stealing and messing with our crops and the chickens. You can earn back some of that money we wasted on the doctor's bills."

"Of course," John nodded. "And thank you, for saving my life I mean."

"Next time, Mr. Jim Milton, I strongly recommend you don't try to lose it quite so earnestly," Bonnie advised.

"I'll bear that in mind."

Then Bonnie left, leaving John some time to rest since he just woke up from his injury and near death.

After a full hour, John decided it was about time to see what he can do to help Bonnie. So he slowly got up and walk out of the small house. He was in the middle of Bonnie's very own ranch and little did he know where her house was. So John went to Bonnie's house and slowly and carefully not do something drastic. He has an injury on his waist and he can't let the doctor's efforts of saving him go to waste if he is not careful enough. After guessing correctly to where her house was, John saw Bonnie by the porch.

"Mr. Milton!" Bonnie waved as John walk to her. "Back in the land of the living, I see."

"I figured it's about time I started paying back that 15 dollars." John replied.

"I sure can use an extra pair of hands 'round her. Let's see if we can get you back in the saddle." Bonnie said as they approached to where the horses are. "That's the Foreman's Office. It's also where we lock up good – for – nothing outlaws such as yourself. And be lucky that did not happen to you."

"I'm happy enough with my current quarters right now, Miss MacFarlane," John told her.

"I picked out a fine horse for you." She said as she and John mount on their horses. "Come on. It's about time for you to see what a real ranch looks like."

Well, I also know how ranching works since I have one of my own, John thought.

They begin touring around the ranch with Bonnie showing John the first building they come across.

"To your right is the general store." Bonnie pointed at the store. "You won't find Parisian high fashion, but it's good for the essentials."

"Very convenient," John commented. "I don't think I've ever seen a ranch with its own store before."

They continued strolling and came across with a corral which is for horses.

"And here's the corral," Bonnie showed John the corral. "This one's for horses. What do you think?"

"I'm not expert, but it certainly looks like a fine corral."

"I suspect you've stolen more horses than you've broken," Bonnie told him.

"Now where you'd get such an idea?" John asked.

"First impressions are hard to erase," Bonnie replied as they approached to a train station and saw the train just passed by. "That's the train station. Things sure have changed since the line finally got finished, bringing all sorts of new folk like yourself." She was right, during these past 12 years, there's no other way for any feller to set foot on Mexico till this year.

"Is that such a bad thing?" John asked.

"Change is only good when it makes things better," Bonnie answered. They rode over the train tracks and back on the dirt and come across with a barn. "That's the barn over there." She pointed at the place as they passed by. "Pa built it himself when I was just a little girl."

Well, why built a barn if you could just buy one, instead? John asked in his thoughts. The barn strongly reminded him when he and Uncle went into town to buy a farm after spending a few days building the house with Charles at Beecher's hope. Then later, they arrived back to the house.

"And here we are, back at the house," She said as she and John dismount their horses. "Let's stop or awhile before we head out on patrol."

"You'll get no complaints from me, Miss MacFarlane." John said.

"Come on," She said as she let John in to her house. "This is the only chance you'll get to rest."

John sat down on a comfy chair and relaxed for awhile. He felt like he had a great tour and it's going to be a long night out on a patrol and John needs a lot of rest as he can to be fully energized for the whole night. So he opened his saddlebag and fishes for the Journal. Arthur's old Journal. And decided to read again on what the late Arthur Morgan had written.

Colter

We have been running for weeks… We found shelter and been resting here in some old abandoned mining own while we wait the thaw. Hardly the spring I had been hoping for. – Arthur Morgan, May 19, 1889.

Horseshoe Overlook

We got off the mountain. And rode east into some pretty enough country called the Heartlands. Ain't been this far east in many a year. Dutch seems a little better. His eyes are sparkling once more. I can see he's thinking a little clearer. I think we all feel a little happier. Spite of Blackwater and that whole mess. I feel like… the luckiest man alive and I feel like a fool. – Arthur Morgan, June 5, 1988.

Clemens Points

Believed a yarn, spun us by one of that Gray family and imagined we was gonna be wonderfully rich. At the end of it we felt like prize idiots. – Arthur Morgan, June 26, 1988.

Saint Denis

I cannot decide which I like less the swamps or the city. Both are full of parasite, reptiles and slime. We're a long way of east of land we know and far from real open country. – Arthur Morgan, July 9, 1899.

Beaver Hollow

My Lord, what a goddamn mess… everything! Not sure what happens next. Whole thing has been hard on all of us but most of all on Dutch who seems half crazed by all we gone through. – Arthur Morgan, August 20, 1899.

Grave

Here I was standing in front of Arthur's grave. The fella was like a brother to me and his death hit me too deep that I don't even want to talk about him but I'd rather think about him. He saved my life all the time especially that time when he and Javier found and saved me on that mountain years ago, he helped get my son back from Angelo Bronte. The old gang may be gone but Arthur knew before he died, that at least me and my family can live a happy life. He gave up his life for us and I've been hurt and grateful at the same time and that rat Micah is the one who ultimately caused his death and I missed him but he told me countless times to move on and I did. A part of me misses the gang but I knew I can't live being like an outlaw forever. Arthur, if you hear me… thank you…. For everything….Guess we're just about done my friend. – John Marston, October 25, 1907.

It was nighttime, and John had just finished reading all the entries as Bonnie come to him.

"Mr. Marston," Bonnie called him. "Or Mr. Milton."

"Miss MacFarlane," John called her.

"Remember me telling you about the trouble we've been having with rustlers and other undesirables?" She asked.

"I do," John nodded.

"Will you help me keep watch on the property line this evening?"

"Sure," He agreed as he stood up and Bonnie giving him a rifle.

"I want to see just who's trespassing on our land," Bonnie declared.

"This is a fine weapon," John described, examining the weapon. It has been 4 years since he'd last use a gun for Micah's blood, and since it has been quite a while since then, John was a bit rusty with not only the rifle but also other weapons he used. However, it didn't long till every technique Dutch taught him was slowly coming back to him.

"Come." Bonnie said as she and John walk out of the house. "The country's really beautiful around this time. Ready Mr. Milton? Let's mount up and patrol the ranch."

After mounting their horses, they slowly stroll around the ranch looking for trespassers.

"Right, follow me. Keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious." Bonnie said as they passed by the general store. "Thank you Mr. Milton. I feel a lot happier someone's along with me."

"I feel a lot happier now I got a rifle." John expressed.

"Well, with your trigger itch and my feminine intuition, we should make a quite a team." Bonnie said. When they went to the field where the crops are, they saw a bunch of rabbits scattering around. "Goddamit!" She growled. "These rabbits are at it again, c'mon, let's get rid of them once and for all!"

So then John and Bonnie shot down the rabbits before one of them escapes and it didn't took long till all of them are all dead. And they continued around the range to continue their patrol.

"You're better at shooting rabbits than outlaws," Bonnie commented. "Much obliged for the help. Them rabbits can be wily little critters. Now keep going, we should check out the rest of the ranch. Let's get going. We've still got plenty of ground to cover if it's not the rustlers stealing our cattle, it's the rabbits stealing our crops."

"Well, it ain't easy in a situation like this," John told her. "Believe me, I too, who also owned a ranch back at Beecher's hope but it ain't big as yours."

"Hmm…. Maybe I'll get to see this ranch of yours one day," Bonnie said, rather interested to see his ranch. And they stopped when Bonnie saw something moving and can tell what it is. "Was that a coyote?" Then she sees the coyotes creating a mess. "Get those pests before they scare the livestock!"

So they both gunned down the coyotes and even chasing some few that tried to get away but to no avail for them.

"Looks like that was the last of the coyotes," Bonnie said as she wiped a sweat off of her forehead. "Just a shame we had to lose any of the chickens. Come on. I'll show you the way to your room. You know, you can actually handle a rifle."

"Maybe Bill Williamson did get lucky after all,"

"Luck didn't really come into it, miss." John said.

They arrived back the Foreman's office and dismount their horses.

"You're a useful man to have around the ranch," Bonnie told him. "But don't think I've forgotten what brought you here. We'll do whatever we can to help you."

"I sure do appreciate that, Miss MacFarlane." John said as Bonnie guided her back to the same small house where John woke up.

"This is you, Mr. John Marston or should I say, Jim Milton," Bonnie said. "Thank you for your help, here. Makes me kind of glad I saved your life. Get some sleep and I will see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Miss MacFarlane," John told her as Bonnie walk back to the house.

And John felt like he had the entire day so it's time for him to catch some more sleep for first thing in the morning. And he also had to settle his time here to help Bonnie as a return for saving his life also to have enough time to fully recover until he is ready get back to work in hunting down the rest of the Van Der Linde Gang. Without any thoughts, John removed his boots, his hat and saddlebag, and lay down on the bed, getting some sleep for tomorrow.