Heyo, sorry I have not done another chapter in a while. Work, school, hell even this hurricane really impacts when I can write, but fear not! I will try posting more.

Arthur

I wake up and know something ain't right. There was a bunch of shoutin' and hell, it sounded like fightin' as well. I dress quickly and head out of my tent to see the entire camp in panic. I look to where the most chaos was, and sure enough Micah had something to do with it. From the look of things, Micah gutted that thief we had tied up, and he thinks he ain't done nothing wrong. I just look his way in disgust, shaking my head. Thats when I looked to my right and saw little Jack, just staring at the body.

Fuck. I think. This little boy has to see death so young. I swear if Jack ends up in, one of them.. you know.. "mental institutions" for them crazy folk... well imma kill Micah myself. Not that there is anyone here that would let them take Jack away to the crazy house. Apart from Micah maybe.

"Hey Jack, how about you come with me?" I ask him, trying to get him away from here.

"Where are we going Uncle Arthur?" He asks me, breaking his stare with the Corpse. I sigh and think for a moment.

"You ever been fishin' Jack?" I ask him. He thinks for a moment before responding,

"No I don't think so." I chuckle a bit and say,

"What!" In an exaggerated way. "Well that's gotta change little man!" I say to him. "Go get that pole that Hosea made ya, and we will get going." Jack laughs and runs off to get his pole. I see Abigail a few feet away talking to Lenny.

"Hey Abigail, can I talk to you for a moment?" I ask. She looks up at me from her conversation she was in. She nods, gets up and walks over to me, out of earshot of everyone.

"Yes?" She asks me.

"Abigail, I am gonna get Jack outta here as they get rid of that body." I say, looking towards the body that Micah was now looting. The dumb bastard doesn't seem to know I already looted him before bringing him into camp. Abigail looks at me and says,

"You know Arthur, that sounds like a good idea. He has been cooped up here for a while, and Micah being the dumb ass he is.. well I don't want Jack around him. Especially right now." She says. I nod, and Jack comes running back from his tent with a small fishing pole.

"Mommy!" He calls out to Abigail. "Uncle Arthur said he would take me fishing!" She scoops him up into her arms, talking to him.

"You go catch a big fish baby. Have a good time." She says. He was already running off to Ford as she was saying that. "Please do take care of him Arthur." She says, with desperation in her eyes. Jack is her life now, I know it, she knows it. Hell everyone knows it.

"I will keep him safe Abigail. I promise you that." I nod to her, and get onto Ford, helping Jack up afterwards.

I took him not too far away, and after I got some cheese on his hook as bait, well, the kid is a natural. He had to of caught the biggest Bluegill I have ever seen. Unfortunately he did not seem to understand just how good he was doing, and he got bored, going of playing with some flowers.

"Whatcha doin' there Jack?" I asked him. He was connecting the flowers in a chain of sorts.

"I am making a flower necklace for mommy!" He said with enthusiasm.

"Well ain't that just beautiful." I say. "I am sure she will love it Jack." He beams at me. I stand up, dust off my pant legs, and hear the "Click" of a twelve gauge double barrel shotgun hammer get pulled back. I know for certain that it has to be a double barrel, for mine makes that same damn noise.

"Mr. Morgan." I hear. I slowly turn.

"Who's askin'?" I hear a chuckle, and I would laugh too if the situation was not so dire.

"I am agent Milton, I am just a detective of the Pinkerton agency." How fuckin' perfect. "I just want Van der linde. If you tell me were he is, well I can ensure that you will get plenty of money. You will be set for life, not to mention, pardoned for your crimes." He says. I would kill this bastard if his buddy was not pointing a twelve gauge at me. Not to mention Jack being here.

"Listen, that offer sounds real nice feller, but I haven't seen Dutch in forever. I just been working, making a living for myself and my boy here." I say, pointing to Jack. "I ain't about that life no more sir." The detective looks unconvinced.

"Well there was a train robbery up North... it sounds a lot like Dutch." He says, studying my face for any break in my defense.

"Well feller, if I see him, I will be sure to let you know." I say.

"You know, you are a wanted man Mr. Morgan. There is a five thousand dollar price on your head alone."

"Five thousand!" I say in an exclaimed sarcastic way. "You reckon I can turn myself in for the reward?"

Milton just shakes his head. "You be careful now Mr. Morgan. After we get him, we will come for you." At that, both he and his friend turn around and go the way they came from.

"Who were those men?" Jack asks me. I sigh.

"Those were some bad men Jack. Thats okay though, they won't hurt us or your mama." I say to him.

"What are we gonna do now Uncle Arthur?" Jack asks. I look at him.

"I think we are gonna go pack up Jack."