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Chapter 6: Etiquette

"Where did you find that moron?" Arthur snarled. They all removed their bandanas as the train kept rolling on. Lilly turned her horse around and galloped back through the trail.

"Do I hafta do everythin'? Get on the god damn train, ya eejits!" Lilly's voice boomed. "Come on boy, hyah!" Lilly got to the other end of the tunnel quickly and stopped her horse at the edge. She slid off just as the train emerged with her bow and arrows and she immediately jumped off the ledge. She landed with a roll on the first covered car and giggled. "Yeah, I still got it," she thought to herself as she put her black bandana over her mouth.

Lilly kept low to the top and crawled towards the back of the car, then she saw Javier, Arthur, and Lenny jump onto the back of the train. Slow pokes. Javier fell off and Lenny was hanging on the side, but Arthur was fine, of course. As Arthur helped Lenny up, Lilly jumped down and hid to the side. She looked in and saw two guards. As she loaded two arrows into her bow, gunshots went off in the distance, so Lilly aimed and let loose each arrow one at a time. The guards were killed instantly. Lilly shut her eyes and huffed in frustration.

"God damn cowboys, just hafta shoot feckin' everybody and cause a feckin' ruckus!" she shouted.

As she tiptoed through the train's interior, she saw two more men jogging to the back of the train. Loading two more arrows, she struck them both one at a time. A third popped out from behind some boxes and tried to hit her but Lilly dropped her weapon and knocked his fist away. Before the man could register the move, Lilly chopped him in the throat. As he went down, she took out her gun and shot him in the head. A growl of defeat rumbled from her throat.

"So much for stealth."

With a heavy sigh, the Irish woman grabbed her bow and ambled to the front. The boys could take care of the other guards Lilly had a train to stop. When she got to the section with black barrels, Lilly already loaded more arrows and hit more men. As she got to the engine car she groaned while walking.

"This shite is too easy, of all the-"

Something metal smacked her right in the face and she went down. Ow. Lilly looked up and saw the engineer hovering over her. He looked horrified. Lilly cackled in amusement. "Ah shite, I jinxed meself!"

"Oh God, I-I'm sorry, miss!" he stammered. "I didn't know you were a lady!"

Lilly cackled again and got up. None of the guards got her but the chivalrous little conductor damn near killed her. "Ya got spunk in ya, sir. Real spunk." Lilly noticed her hat was gone so she looked around for it.

"Miss, I must apologize! I was raised never to strike the fairer sex!"

Lilly laughed at him. This was so god damn funny. She found the hat and put it back on. "Oh, yer fine, sir. Just...if ya want me forgiveness then stop the train," she snickered.

"What? I can't do that."

Lilly sighed and put an arm around his shoulder. She pulled out her knife and held it to his throat. His face went ghostly white. "I like ya, sir. I just killed a whole bunch of those arses and not a single one of 'em managed tah hit me. But you did and ya ain't even a guard, so if ya don't want me tah feel bad fer slicin' yer throat open...stop the train and run away. Okay?"

He nodded with a gulp. "Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." She patted his chest and sheathed her knife. "Off ya go, sir. And ya better run fast because me associates ain't as forgivin' as me."

The conductor went to the engine, Lilly followed, and the man pulled the brake lever. The train began screeching to a halt. Lilly took a big breath and watched the gentleman race away from the train. Lilly pulled her bandana down and held her face. "As ucht Dé, that feckin' hurt like the Devil!"

"What hurt?"

Lilly turned around and saw Arthur. "I got hit in the face with a shovel," she grinned.

Arthur narrowed the distance between him and checked her face. "You okay?"

"Oh please. If I wasn't okay, I'd be dead or knocked out."

Arthur smiled. "Good." He pressed her into the engine and kissed her passionately. Lilly grasped the back of his head with one hand while the other clung to the collar of his jacket. Arthur tilted his head and breathed through his nose. "After this, we're gonna find out who spied and told on us."

With an enthusiastic giggle, Lilly nibbled his ear lobe. "Does it have to be right after? Because I still need to thank you."

Arthur made a low chuckle. "Jesus Christ, woman. You didn't get enough earlier?" he asked while planting kisses on her neck.

"No," she teased.

Arthur looked into her blue eyes with his own and flashed his white teeth. "Why's that?"

Lilly pecked him softly. "I won't never get enough of ya, Arthur Morgan."

Arthur chortled with glee. "Yeah, don't wanna keep my hands off you either, darlin'." He gave her another deep kiss. "Makin' you scream like that was so-"

The sound of gunfire struck their ears and they looked towards the direction it came from. "We better go deal with that." Arthur shook his head, nibbled her neck and stroked her mound. She gasped. "Arthur!"

"Just gimme a minute, Lilly. I bet I'll get you to finish under a minute. You did so god damn fast before," he growled as he put his hand in her pants and touched her. "Just a quick one, I promise."

Lilly couldn't believe him. "You are a fuckin' animal, Arthur!" she laughed while biting her lip. "A real...oh...you...bithiúnach." She could feel him playing with her and she moaned loudly.

"Heh heh heh, so wet already," he whispered lustfully into her ear. "You know what I'm doin' later?"

Lilly began breathing faster. "No. What?" Lilly spotted a guard coming up. She grabbed her revolver and shot him. "Dammit, Arthur, we gotta-"

"You keep shootin' if any more fellas show up." He wiggled his fingers more quickly and slid them into her. "As I was sayin' I'm gonna eat a pot full of honey."

That really confused her and she giggled awkwardky. "A...a what?" Lilly opened her legs more and started bucking herself into his hand. "Why a honey pot?" Another guard came running and Lilly growled in frustration. "Fuckin' hell!" She shot the guard clean in the head.

Arthur looked over his shoulder. "Not bad," he laughed. "Anyway, it's the honey, of course. I got a sweet tooth," he purred and kissed her neck.

Lilly moaned out again. Two more men came running up the train and Lilly groaned. "Son of a bitch!" She aimed and shot them both down. "Arthur we need...oooh," her voice trembled as she felt her climax approaching. "Fuuuuck, Arthur," she whimpered.

"And this honey pot, I believe," he rubbed harder and chuckled. "Will keep fillin' up after I eat it."

Lilly's pussy went into spasms and she cried out. "Cad é an ifreann, Arthur!" [What the hell, Arthur!]

Arthur chortled with satisfaction, pulled his hand out, and gave his fingertips a taste. "Mmm. Now that's some real good honey." Lilly's jaw dropped and she put a palm on her mouth. Oh, that man was just terrible. Absolutely terrible. Lilly spotted another guard and killed him with her gun. Arthur kissed her cheek with a laugh and jumped off the train backwards while still licking his fingers. "I think it was more than a minute, but it was worth it! Now come on, we got Cornwall men to kill!" He went running towards the gun fight and put his bandana back on.

Lilly took a few deep breaths and laughed. "That man is gonna be the death of me." One more guard came into view and she rolled her eyes. "As ucht Dé!" Lilly shot him too.

"Where the hell have you been, Arthur?!" Lenny shouted. "I'm gettin' my ass handed to me!"

Arthur pulled out his repeater and started shooting at people. "Sorry, Lenny. I found a honey pot and I needed it."

"A honey pot?! Up there?"

Arthur and Lenny kept shooting from behind a boulder. "Yes. I simply...could not help myself," Arthur said with a smile and a sigh. He still felt like a dirty old man but after this morning, he decided to be absolved of it and he was going to enjoy it. Arthur ducked down and reloaded his gun. "It was too temptin'." Arthur cackled.

Lenny crouched to put more bullets in the chamber. "Wait, where's Lilly?"

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. "God, what a woman! I'm sorry, Lenny! I just...I couldn't help myself!"

"What in the hell are you-" Lenny's eyes went wide. "Oh, you didn't!"

Arthur looked at Lenny with the devil in his smile. "Don't say nothin' to her or the others, please. She'll kill me!" he cackled hysterically.

"But I saw guards runnin' back there!" Lenny peeked over the boulder and fired his gun at a man. He ducked back down. "You didn't see 'em?"

"Yep, we both did," he groaned happily. "Well, I didn't. I was preoccupied but she took care of 'em," Arthur spoke casually and took another shot. It hit home into a man's skull, then he crouched again.

Disbelief was plastered to Lenny's face. "She what?!"

Arthur popped up and shot three more guys before going back into cover. "It's like I said, Lenny," Arthur smirked at him happily and jerked his head. "What a woman."

Lenny took two more shots, went down, then laughed and pointed at the train. "Speak of the Devil."

Arthur looked over at the train and smiled. "There she is." He watched as Lilly ambled with confidence along the car roof. She had her bandana back on. Her repeater was out and bullets were flying. A guy was climbing up at the end but Lilly kicked him hard in the face with the toe of her boot. When he fell, his head hit the other car and blood spattered. Arthur cringed and an involuntary robust cackle came out of him. "Jesus Christ!" This woman was making him laugh like a god damn idiot, but, well, he no longer cared about that either.

Lilly stared down at the fallen guard and made a sigh full of satisfaction. With a casual leap over to the next car, Lilly returned fire at any man trying to shoot her. She saw her Da and the rest of the boys in the distance and grinned. The cavalry was coming in. How delightful. Lilly shot another man and ran towards the last car. That's where most of Cornwall's men were coming from. An angry man came up from the other end with a knife. Lilly tilted her head to the side and a cheerful laugh escaped her lips.

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Come on, girlie!" the man shouted. "Let's see what you got!"

Lilly sighed and held up a finger. "Alright, hang on a second." She looked back for Arthur. "Mo chuisle!" [My pulse!] she yelled out.

Arthur shot more men as he came walking up. "Yes darlin'?"

"Would ya be a dear and put me weapons somewhere?" She held up her repeater and bow. "I been challenged to a knife fight and I dunna wanna get hindered."

Arthur looked at the guy, then at her, and cracked up. "Are you shittin' me?" Arthur smiled up at her and held out his arms. She tossed her repeater then her bow. He caught them both, but then looked over at the man and his expression dropped. "LILLEH!"

She unholstered her revolver and shot the man without looking. "Sit down..." She turned her head and while he had dropped his gun, Lilly only got him in the arm. "Huh. I missed." Well, that was a little chagrinning. She pulled the trigger again and a bullet went straight into his forehead. A groan of annoyance came out of her throat. "Such a shame." She holstered, scrunched her eyes and pouted at Arthur. "I was really lookin' forward to a close quarter match."

He gave her a chastising but lighthearted gaze. "You precarious little shit."

Lilly laughed and climbed down the ladder, then skipped to Arthur and kissed him. "Don't get yourself worked up, mo bithiúnach. [My reprobate.] It was very precarious, but it was worth it." The woman gave him a smug smile while grabbing her weapons, walked backwards to the last car and gave him a 'come hither' motion with her finger. "Now come on! We got a train to rob!"

Lilly giggled to herself from his expression full of languish and pivoted on her heels to walk forward. Yep, she could be terrible too. Absolutely terrible. Lilly waved to her Da as she reached him.

"You three alright?" Dutch inquired.

"Of course," Lilly replied

"Let's get the money and go," Arthur said.

"We got some fellas holed up in this last car," Dutch explained as they all got near the train.

"Ah, shit."

"What are you boys plannin' on doin' in there? Listen to me. We don't want to kill any of ya..." Dutch shouted and paced along. "Any more of ya," he chuckled. "I give you my word, but trust me, we will!"

"I work for Leviticus Cornwall!" someone shouted inside.

"Come on, boys!"

"We got our orders!"

"Okay! You-"

Lilly put her hand on Dutch's arm. "Da, I'm pretty sure I can coax 'em out. Just give me...hmm, five minutes?"

Dutch squinted his eyes at her. "You got three."

"Thanks, Da!" Lilly patted his arm and approached the train. She clasped her hands behind her back and made a hem in her throat. "Hello, gentlemen! How are you on this fine day? Are you nice and comfy?"

"...What?" the same man from before yelled.

Lilly sighed and began to pace back and forth. "I was tryin' to exchange pleasantries but I got three minutes to explain your situation, so let's get down to business. Open the door or we force you out. The means of force we'll use if you don't will be, heh heh heh, quite loud and unpleasant." Lilly kept her voice raised to be heard through the thick metal door, yet her tone was anything but hostile.

"But we got orders!"

"Well, shit, I do admire your tenacious loyalty to Mr. Cornwall but do you think a rich man like that would have the same level of devotion to any of his employees?"

"No! That's why we can't let you in! He'll be furious!"

"I sympathize with your plight, gentlemen, but who would you rather deal with? The devil ya know or the devil ya don't?"

"Ha! You're no devil! You're just a girl and we're not coming out!"

"Ah shit, here we go..." Arthur laughed quietly behind her.

Ooooh. Now they were going to get it. "Is it safe fer me tah assume ya done witnessed yer employer's temper?"

"...Yes," one of the guards said.

"Well, I'm gonna give ya testament tah the temper of an Irish lass, and then yer gonna tell me if mine measures up..." Lilly stopped pacing and faced the train. "OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR OR I'LL COME IN THERE, SLICE YER BELLIES OPEN AND USE YER INSIDES TAH HANG YA OFF A FECKIN' MOUNTAIN!"

Lilly heard a click and the door opened. The men looked deathly white as they came off the train. Lilly was about to reach for her gun but the fear on the guards' faces changed her mind, so she escorted them over to a spot on the ground.

"SIT!" her voice boomed the demand. The men almost fell as if they needed to sit down faster. Lilly chuckled and sighed with a soft twitch of her head. She bent at the waist in front of them, held her arms behind her back, and grinned. "Now do I measure up to yer employer's tempermental disposition?"

"Yes," they all said with trembling voices and almost at the same.

"Good." Lilly straightened and glanced over her shoulder at Dutch with a picture perfect smile of innocence. "How many minutes was that?"

Dutch and the rest broke out into hysterics.

It was cold in the small town of Blackwater that morning. A 7-year-old girl with dark blue eyes, auburn hair in a ponytail, and a freckled face had on little more than a pair of pants that were too short and an old gray jacket that was too big. She was barefoot which was something she always preferred. The girl ran down the street with a silver pocket watch in her hand. Two men were chasing her down and yelling at her to stop. Lilly gracefully made her way through the morning crowd and into the local tavern. "Ya ain't gettin' this back, ya twats!" she shouted in a thick Irish accent.

She jumped up on the bar and over, landed on the floor, and ran through the door leading to the cooking area. The men chasing her weren't far behind. Lilly continued on and pushed the door to the back open. She was outside once again. She looked back behind her only to crash into someone. It was a man in a black suit, with dark hair and bright eyes. Crap.

"Beg yer pardon, sir!" she yelled before banking left.

The lass shoved the watch into her jacket pocket. Those bastards were not going to take this from her again and she certainly wasn't going to allow them But now that she retrieved it, what was she going to do? She could kill them. She was more than capable of it, but not in Blackwater. No, it would be best if done back in the dark alleys of Saint Denis where her stealth was a huge advantage. First and foremost on her agenda was escaping the Hilltop Brothers' pursuit. The 7-year-old girl raced across the street.

Unfortunately as she did, a two horse carriage came barreling toward her. Ah shit. As it got near she felt herself get picked up and carried away from the street. The carriage passed her and whoever was cradling her. Luckily it was not one of the men chasing her, but she glanced up at her savior for only a moment. It was a young man who smelled like pine trees with light blue eyes, brown hair, and a five o'clock shadow. And even though she was only seven, the allure of his face was something even she wasn't immune to. Ha, he was a true wetser.

"You okay kid?" he asked with a smile and a deep western voice.

She looked around and saw the Hilltop Brothers running towards them. Suddenly she scrambled out of the man's arms and raced across the street...again...towards the theatre that was being built. The child burst through the doors and ran towards the stage almost in a panic. There was wooden mesh surrounding the stage but one area of it was open. It was just big enough for a child to go through. She slid through it and crawled under the stage to the farthest edge she could manage. Holding her knees to her chest was a habitual form of comfort, so she did that and covered her mouth. She had to keep quiet, and she hoped the Brothers would not find her under here.

The child heard the doors open. She was too far back to know who it was that came in, but she heard one of them speak.

"Arthur, you're sure she ran in here?" a man asked. Huh. Not the Hilltop Boys, then.

"Yeah. Poor kid was frightened out of her skull." she heard another say. It was the man who saved her. Crap.

"Did those men say anythin'? Why they were chasin' her?" a third man asked. "...before you beat the shit out of 'em?"

"Ha! Somethin' about her stealin' some watch and takin' her home to her father," her rescuer said. "But-"

"I did NOT steal it!" she shouted. "Those bastards stole it from me! I took it back! And I ain't goin' back to that mother fuckin' place!" she snapped loudly. Shit. The girl covered her mouth.

She heard man number one laugh. "Good for you, kid. Oh, you uh, you almost knocked me over outside the saloon."

Oh. It was that guy. "...I beg yer pardon, but I was in a wee bit of a feckin' rush!" she yelled angrily.

She saw her rescuer in a summer gunslinger outfit crouch down in front of the hole. "Hey there, kid. You okay? They didn't hurt you or anythin'?"

"...I'm fine, thank ya very much."

"Good to hear it," he smiled. He sat down Indian style. "So, uh, we weren't introduced. I'm Arthur Morgan."

"...me name is Lilly."

"Ah, like the flower! That's so-"

Lilly charged through the darkness and burst out of the hole. As the red headed child knocked Arthur over, she balanced herself over him with a knife to his throat. Lilly glared at him with the intensity of a volcanic eruption.

"Do NOT say that again!" a snarl sounded through her teeth.

Arthur held up his hands in submission, but he looked highly amused. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Lilly."

Lilly knew he didn't mean anything by it except to express sweetness about her name. However, being adorable was no longer a personality trait she possessed. Still...

"I know," she whispered and removed the blade from his throat. "I won't kill ya fer it, neither." She tilted her head to the side and gave the faintest hint of a smirk. "It'd be a shame tah kill ya, Mr. Morgan. After all," she stood over him. "Yer such a fear álainn." [beautiful man.]

Arthur looked bemused. "A what?"

"Uh, I believe she said somethin' about you bein' a man," man number three interjected.

Lilly shifted her attention to him. He was blonde and had a kind face. "Ya speak Gaeilge, sir?"

He laughed modestly. "Not really, but I do recognize the language and I know what 'fear' means."

"Huh. Well," she sheathed her knife and held out her hand to Arthur. "Do ya need help gettin' up then, fear álainn?" [beautiful man?]

Arthur chuckled and took her hand. Lilly knew he didn't require it, but it was the polite thing to do. He did save her. Twice. "Thank you, Miss Lilly."

"It seems I owe you a...no, two debts, Mr. Morgan. I should be thankin' ya instead. But uh, ya didn't kill them bastards, did ya?"

"No."

"Ah, good."

His eyes were full of inquisitiveness. "Why is that a good thing?"

Lilly reached into her side pouch and pulled out an apple. She chomped into it. "Because I'm gonna kill 'em," she said casually as she chewed.

Arthur spied the apple and looked in his satchel. "Hey! That's my apple!"

Lilly shrugged. "Really? I don't see yer name on it...unless I ate that part already. Sorry." She held it out to Arthur. "Do ya want it back?"

"No thank you," he sighed bitterly. He gave her a dirty look.

"Now now, Mr. Morgan, don't be gettin' yer knickers in a twist," she eyeballed him. "Yer a criminal too, ain't ya?"

"What makes you think that?"

"Fer starters? Ya was more concerned about me stealin' yer apple than me talkin' about killin' two full grown men." Lilly reached into her pouch and pulled out two wallets. "Hmm. I got these mixed up. I know one of 'ems yers. The other belongs tah Mr. Fancy Pants over there."

Lilly watched the dark haired man dig through his pockets, and when he found nothing, he started laughing. "Ha! Son of a bitch!"

Lilly took another bite. "I'm returnin' them tah ya both. Now my two debts are paid."

Arthur crossed his arms as his eyes expressed disbelief. "What about my apple?"

Lilly took in a deep breath. "Oh fine," she grumbled. She pulled a gold pocketwatch from her pouch. "This yers, too?"

Arthur snatched it and stared at it. "What the hell?"

Lilly patted his shoulder and walked through the aisle towards the front doors. "Much obliged, gentlemen. Have yerselves a good day."

"Wait a minute! Where you goin'?" Arthur barked out.

"I got two full grown men tah murder," Lilly huffed out and pushed the doors open.