Songs are "Seven Drunken Nights" but it's a version with a woman singing about her cheating husband. "Red Is The Rose" in the style of The High Kings, although the song is originally in the Scottish tune "Loch Lomond". Chapter is rated M for mature sexual content and drug use.

Chapter 23: Seven Drunken Nights

As the night went on, the group got drunker off whiskey and Guinness. Patrick, Sean and Arthur were becoming good friends and Lilly was liking it. She went off to go find Brian and James who were skulking about and playing with some kids. Lilly laughed at the playful antics.

"Are ya lads havin' fun stealin' bits and scraps from people?" she slurred. Brian pawed and groaned at her and Lilly scratched his head. Lilly suddenly had an idea and ran to the band with inebriated confidence. "Hey, do ya know 'Seven Drunken Nights' by chance?" she asked.

"Of course! Would ya like us tah sing it lass?" the fiddler asked.

Lilly leaned in. "Actually, I'd like tah with me pals, if that's okay. But ya gotta plug yer ears."

"Why?" the accordion player laughed. "Are ya that bad?"

Lilly chuckled. "Yes. Soooo bad, ya simply won't be able tah play no more."

The band cackled. "Alright, lassie. Just give us a few minutes."

Lilly ran over to Sean, Patrick, Arthur, and Karen. "Ya wanna see...see somethin' special happen? Plug up yer ears."

"Lilly, are ya...are ya singin'?" Patrick garbled in shock.

Lilly giggled in drunken delight. "Yes, but you and...uh, you and Sean are too. Seven Drunken Nights. Oh, Arthur, I-I...ha! I guess ya wilna need tah plug yer ears, love."

"Wait, is Arthur immune tah that too?!" Patrick shouted.

"Yessir, I am," Arthur replied.

"Hey lass! Ya ready?!" the band shouted.

Lilly went running with a stumble back to them and grinned. "Yep."

Lilly saw Karen, Sean and Patrick put stuff in their ears and Lilly sighed as the music started to play.

"Well, as I came home on a Monday night..." Lilly sang, but she stopped. No one was freezing or getting black eyes. "Okay wait, wait, stop the music fer a minute!"

The music stopped and Arthur laughed. "What's wrong?"

Lilly slipped and fell as she ran to Arthur. He laughed, helping his wife back to her feet. Lilly whispered to him. "No one stopped." Lilly clapped. This was good news. "Take out yer plugs and start again, please! Sorry!"

The band took cloth from their ears, as did Patrick, Sean and Karen, and the band got ready again. "Okay, ya drunk woman!" The band shouted and everyone laughed. Lilly sang again.

Well I came home on a Monday night, as drunk as drunk could...could be,

I saw a horse outside the door where me old horse should be.

Lilly looked at Arthur and pointed at him.

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

Arthur laughed with Patrick, Karen and Sean.

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

That's a lovely sow that me mother sent tah me.

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But a saddle on a sow, sure I never saw before.

Lilly started walking around with her hands behind her back. She hiccuped and laughed. Lilly tried her best not to mumble.

Well, I came home on a Tuesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,

I saw a coat behind the door where...where me old coat should be.

Lilly walked up to Arthur with a playful pout.

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Who owns that coat behind the door where me old coat should be?

Arthur laughed again as Lilly ran away from him.

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent tah me.

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But buttons on a blanket, sure I never saw before.

Lilly grinned at Arthur and paced around nonchalantly.

Well, I came home on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a pipe upon the chair, where me old pipe should be.

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Lilly pointed at Arthur again and he laughed.

Who owns that pipe upon the chair where me old pipe should be?

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

That's a lovely tin-whistle that me mother sent tah me

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure I never saw before.

Lilly lowered her arm and walked around with a smile. She was feeling happy that she could sing without people being magically enthralled for once.

Well I came home on a Thursday night, as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw two boots beside the bed, where me own boots should be.

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Lilly jumped over to Arthur with a fist raised jokingly.

Who owns them boots beside the bed where me old boots should be?

Lilly started skipping around.

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

They're two lovely flower pots me mother sent tah me.

Well it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But laces on flower pots, sure I never saw before.

Lilly was getting excited about the last three verses. She would have to make them up on the spot since this song was usually sung by a man about his wife.

Well, I came home on a Friday night, as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a head upon the bed, where me old head should be.

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Who owns that head upon the bed where me old head should be?

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

That's a baby girl that me mother sent tah me.

Well it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But makeup on a baby girl, sure I never saw before.

Now was the créme dé la créme. Lilly was smiling from ear to ear as she looked at Arthur. There was a twinkle in her dark blue eyes.

Well, I came home on a Saturday night, as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw two hands around his cock...

Arthur spit out his beer and started laughing hysterically, as did the rest of the room. The band had to stop playing because they couldn't stop laughing. Lilly could barely contain herself and began to giggle in a fit, so she took a drink from a pint of Guinness, using her arm to wipe the froth off her lips. The music resumed on her cue.

...where me old hands should be

I called me husband and said tah him, will ya kindly tell tah me,

Who owns those hands around yer cock where me own hands should be?

Arthur cackled again and clapped in amusement and joy while Lilly sang.

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

Those are cotton trousers that me mother sent tah me.

Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But knuckles on cotton trousers, sure I never saw before.

Well, I went home on a Sunday night, as drunk as drunk could be.

I saw a lass come out the door a little after three.

Lilly smiled at Arthur lovingly, twisting back and forth with her arms behind her.

I called me husband and said tah him...

Lilly motioned Arthur over with a finger. "C'mere..." she said enthusiastically and Arthur came staggering over.

Will ya kindly tell tah me,

Lilly slapped him playfully and a bunch of men guffawed. Arthur put a hand to his cheek with a harsh giggle.

Who was that lass comin' out the door a little after three?

Ah, yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly drunk lass, he says ya canna see.

That's a English tax collector sent over by the Queen.

Well, it's many days I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,

But an English lass who can last like me, sure I never saw before!

Arthur laughed hysterically and people cheered at the joke towards the English. The band finished the music and everybody began to applaud. Lilly took a bow and Arthur lifted her in his arms, spinning her around as his arms held her back. It made her laugh and giggle. He kissed her neck as he set her back down.

"How come you weren't singin' the way you usually...hmmm, you usually do?" he asked.

"Hell if I know, but it was great!" Lilly exclaimed with happiness.

"Ah, singin' like an angel ain't all that bad, is it?"

"Not when no one can move or enjoy it."

"Oh, they, theytheythey enjoy it. But...at least you don't have that problem with me, hmm?" Lilly grinned as a slow song began to play. "Mmm, dance with me, Mrs. Morgan?"

"Of course."

Arthur held her close and they started to sway as the band began to sing.

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass

Come over the hills to your darling

You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow

And I'll be your true love forever

Arthur put Lilly's arms on the nape of his neck and he kissed her briefly. Lilly smiled at her husband and looked at his light blue eyes.

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

Fair is the lilly of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairier than any

Lilly stroked his face with a finger. This was a happy time for them and Lilly was grateful for her second chance at life with the love of her life. There was nothing that would separate her from Arthur again, not even Death itself. Well, realistically, they'd both die eventually, but Lilly hoped they were both old and weary from life by the time death came to knock on their door.

'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed

When the moon and the stars they were shining

The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair

And she swore she'd be my love forever

Lilly caressed her nose with Arthur's and chuckle. It tickled a bit. "What are you doin'?" he asked.

"Just bein' happy," she said. "Incandescently happy."

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

Fair is the lilly of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairier than any

It's not for the parting that my sister pains

It's not for the grief of my mother

It's all for the loss of my bonnie Irish lass

That my heart is breaking forever

Arthur started singing the last verse in his low, baritone voice, but only loud enough for her to hear.

Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows

Fair is the lilly of the valley

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

But my love is fairier than any

The song ended and everyone clapped. A fast paced jig began to sound throughout the room and Lilly went back to their table while Arthur walked over to the band. Lilly finished a pint of Guinness before going for a refill. Patrick followed Lilly.

"Yer man still hasn't drunk me, hmm, under the table yet, lass," he joked.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Lilly got her refill of Guiness, drinking it quickly as she raised a brow at Patrick. "Ya still on about that, Patrick?"

"Yes." Patrick got his own refill. "Look, look look look," he set a hand on Lilly's shoulder as he slurred. "I know years have gone by, but ya hafta understand that...we need to do this."

"Why? Why can't ya accept that I'm not changin' me mind? I love...oof, I love Arthur and that's the bloody end of it!"

"Why don't we go outside and talk about this? I canna hear a damn bloody thing and this is important."

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Fiiiiiine," she uttered. She called for her pups and they padded through the crowd to her. "Let's go."

Lilly grabbed her glass and guided Patrick through the people to the stairs.

When Arthur was done talking to the band, he couldn't find Lilly. He asked Sean and Karen where Lilly went but they had no idea. They'd been too busy enjoying their own night together and Arthur laughed at the newly engaged couple. He went through the room looking for his wife.

Patrick, Lilly and the wolves got above deck and walked to the railing. Lilly lit a cigarette, sharing it between herself and Patrick. "Okay, what's so important?"

Patrick looked around nervously before speaking. "Why do ya really think I spent all this time trying tah find you?"

"I dunno, because ya love me?" Lilly laughed.

"I do, but not like that," Patrick chuckled. "Yer family tah me, Lilly. Ya have always been, both you and Brian. But..." Patrick got closer. "Lilly, ya can't go back tah America. It's too dangerous fer ya there."

"It's dangerous fer anyone there."

"Yes but...god, this is so hard tah say," Patrick turned his back and took a few steps from her. "It's about that man in Saint Denis. Papa. He wants ya bad. He's still got men tryin' tah snatch ya, doesn't he?"

"Yes. The very same men who ya hired to find me. Agent Ross and Agent Milton. Confronted Arthur about a five thousand dollar bounty on his head, then confronted me about a shite ton of money for me capture."

"Not capture. Protect. Fer twenty thousand dollars."

"Uh huh. But Papa? He posted eighty. And Uncle Levi posted fifty."

"Uncle Levi? Ya mean Uncle Leviticus?"

"The very same. He did it for good reasons, though. Thought I'd been kidnapped years ago and wanted tah save me."

Patrick looked at the water and started laughing. "Oh my God! That's funny! As if you'd stay kidnapped fer fifteen years."

Lilly smacked Patrick on the back and laughed with him. "Ah shit, but...he's the one that got us on first class, ya know. So, I take it he'll be removin' the price on me."

"I hope so. But, Lilly, I want tah ask ya about Saint Denis."

Lilly sighed. "I may or may not answer, but go ahead."

"Did ya really kill fifty three men? Did they really name ya The Fidus Et Audax Hunter?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Fer Brian. Papa killed Brian, so I killed fifty three of his men. And the number still doesna compare tah how much I loved me brother. I wanted tah kill more of his bloody men."

"And ya were only seven at the time?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, how did ya get so lethal?"

Lilly sighed and leaned her back against the railing, crossing her arms in the process. This was not something she was ready to discuss, but she wanted to explain why it was difficult. "Patrick, the things that man...that..." Lilly's lip trembled. "He made me do things, Patrick. Horrible, awful things. Things that I will never tell another soul. Not even Sean knows. Brian never knew either."

Patrick held up her chin. "What did he do?"

Lilly frowned at Patrick. "...I...I can't talk about it. I refuse tah talk about it tah anyone." Lilly turned and walked away from Patrick.

Arthur sighed and walked up to Patrick. "Patrick."

The man next to Arthur huffed. "Arthur."

"She's been through way too much," Arthur said. "She was really messed up as a kid. We never knew why. I know some of it and I can only imagine what that bastard did to her, but if I ever meet him, I'll beat the shit outta him and shove him off a very high mountain."

"Same here. Is Lilly going tah be alright?"

"No. She always gets upset about her past and it makes her prone to night terrors."

"She still has those?" Patrick asked curiously.

Arthur looked at Patrick with a sigh. "Mmhmm. About Papa and Brian, sometimes about the rest of her family too. What were hers about back in Ireland?"

"Some men tying her down."

"Jesus Christ."

"Lilly was always troubled but she always handled it well in front of others. She hid so much of herself from others," Patrick recalled. "Except Brian and me. Brian and I were best mates. I hated it when they left." Patrick sighed, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. "Well, shall we go see if she's alright?"

"Yes. Let's." The men walked along the deck. "So, what's this about Saint Denis and Papa?"

"He wants Lilly all fer himself."

Arthur laughed. "Over my dead body."

"Mine too."

Arthur looked at Patrick. "You really want Lilly as your wife?"

"No. I mean yes. I love the girl but not like you do. She was more like a little sister tah me, but if I marry her, Papa can't get her."

"So you're just lookin' out for her."

Patrick looked at Arthur. "Yes. But it seems tah me she's covered, what with her super human strength and her husband looking after her."

Arthur cackled. "I'm more like Lilly's back up."

"Ha! I don't doubt it."

Arthur spotted Lilly on a bench and pointed. She was fiddling with her hands, and the sight made Arthur smile. It was the only vulnerability she allowed to show, whether or not it was an unconscious act. It was more like a tick or a quirk that he thought was endearing. Arthur sat down next to Lilly and kissed her. "I was lookin' for you, bhean céile. Everythin' okay?" [wife.]

"Yeah. Just, uh, just thinkin'," Lilly said as she leaned against Arthur.

Arthur put an arm around her. "Hmm. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," Lilly mumbled.

"Okay. Well, you wanna talk about anythin'?"

"Stop handlin' me, Arthur. You know I hate that."

Arthur chortled. "You're right, I'm sorry."

Patrick sat on the other side of Lilly. "Wanna go drinkin'?" Patrick asked. "We still got loads of drinking to get done, lass."

"I think I want to go to bed," Lilly sighed.

"Hmm. You want me to set up your tea?" Arthur asked.

"No, but I will take some of that herb stuff."

"What herb stuff?" Patrick asked.

Arthur sighed and pulled out the velvet bag. "I don't think you should be smokin' this, but you're gonna do it anyway, I'd imagine."

"What's it gonna do? Kill me?" she laughed.

Arthur cackled at the joke. "Probably not but there's no guarantee you'll come back to life if you do."

"I'll take my chances," Lilly growled and grabbed the bag. "Any of ya got a pipe or anythin'?"

"What is that stuff?" Patrick asked.

"It's for her nerves. Sean called it cannibas." Arthur reached into his satchel and pulled out a wooden pipe. "I bought this for you today, Lilly. Here, let me put the stuff in. You're horrible at makin' cigarettes, I doubt you'll be any better at pipe stuffin'."

Lilly sighed in irritation and handed the bag to Arthur. "You're lettin' her smoke cannibas? Lilly!" Patrick snapped.

"I already had it once. It was amazin'!" Lilly chuckled. "You should try it. Maybe the marriage stick up yer arse will finally fall out!"

"Lillian Rose!" Patrick snapped.

"Ha!" Arthur cackled loudly as he put some of the herb in the pipe. "Lilly, you're such a shit. Here, but just one puff. I don't want you bouncin' off the walls like you were earlier."

Lilly rolled her eyes and put the pipe in her mouth. "Thank you."

Lilly lit a match but Patrick took her matches away. "Lillian! Ya canna be doing drugs! Yer a-"

"Countess? Blah blah, feckin' blah. Why is it ya both call me Lillian when yer cross or tryin' tah scold me?"

"We both do that?"

"Yes!" Lilly found a new set of matches. "Now dunna take this from me or I'll shove me new pipe up yer arse along with that marriage stick!" Lilly lit the pipe and took the smoke in. "Oh, Jesus mother fuckin' Christ," she said with a cough.

Arthur laughed again. "You and your mouth."

"Yes," Lilly coughed loudly and gave Arthur the pipe. "Me and me mouth." A broad smile spread on her face. "Ooohh boy. Such a lovely herb, that is. Try some."

Arthur. "Nope. This is yours and I am not tryin' it."

"Fiiiiine," Lilly sighed and kissed Arthur. "I'm ready fer me bed time, sweet guardian of mine."

Arthur laughed once more and got her up. Patrick and Arthur escorted Lilly back through the ship and to their room. Behind closed doors, Arthur helped her into a night shift before putting her to bed. Brian and James snuggled up with her. Arthur offered Patrick a drink from the personal bar in the sitting room. Patrick accepted and asked for brandy.

"Not going back downstairs?" Patrick asked.

"Nope," Arthur said as he poured two glasses and handed one to Patrick. "She could have a night terror still. Then I'll have to make her tea."

"What kind of tea?" Patrick inquired as he took a drink.

"Chamomile. With..." Arthur paused for a moment, deciding whether or not to continue the sentence. "...with a sedative. I hate doin' it, but she gets so frazzled afterwards. I'm sure you know that, though."

"Her parents gave her somethin' similar, poor girl. I can only imagine how bad it gets as an adult."

"Oh, she hasn't had one in years, but...I don't like takin' chances with things like that. The past has a tendency to come back and really mess with her head."

"Is that why she won't talk about Saint Denis?"

"Yeah."

"Does she talk about anythin' else?" Patrick took a sip.

"Mmhmm," Arthur hummed. "She never mentioned how her family died until recently, heh. So much has happened in a month. We'd only been courtin' for a few weeks before she and I were handfasted."

"Really? Why?"

Arthur paused before taking a drink. "We felt it was a good idea at the time. We still do."

"Arthur, I think ya both should stay in Ireland for good. That Papa fella is still looking fer her, as ya know. But the things I've heard..."

"Yes, I know all about her...serial killin' phase. Sean told me everythin' he knew about Saint Denis, but even he doesn't know everythin'."

They both finished off the brandies and Arthur poured again. "How did you two meet?" Patrick asked.

"Ha, well, that's...that's a hell of a story.

Twenty-two year old Arthur Morgan in his summer gunslinger attire was strolling down the street after finishing his breakfast. He was at the corner when he saw a child with long auburn hair running in his direction from across the street. She stepped onto the road just as a raging carriage came rolling down the street. He immediately darted across, snatched her up and moved to the sidewalk, cradling her as the carriage flew by. He looked down at the frightened girl.

"You okay, kid?" he asked with a smile.

It was her big sapphire blue eyes that struck him first. They looked older than Arthur guessed she was, as if she'd seen so much in her short time. She looked around, frightened out of her mind, he assumed. Suddenly she scrambled out of the his arms and raced across the street...again...towards the theatre that was being built. As she burst through the doors, Arthur saw the two men she was running from. By some unknown urge he ran in front of the building and stopped them.

"And where are you two goin'?" he asked in a threatening tone.

"That girl stole my watch!" The guy with an eye patch said. "Now get out of our way!"

"I don't think so," Arthur chuckled. "The poor girl is obviously scared of you. Maybe I can get your watch back for you."

"You don't get it!" the other man said. "She ran away from her father and she needs to be returned!"

"Oh. So which story is true? The stolen watch or the runaway daughter?" Something seemed off about these two gentlemen and Arthur couldn't just let them have her. He didn't know why he was being so protective all of a sudden but it felt like the right thing to do.

"Both! Now get!" The second man went to knock the young man away but Arthur countered with a punch to the face. A fist fight ensued and Arthur managed to get them to run with their tails tucked between their legs.

"Now why do I get the feeling that could have been avoided?" Arthur heard Hosea behind him as Arthur picked up his hat.

"They were chasin' after some kid. Didn't feel right. She's in here," Arthur replied, pointing to the construction of a building.

"Ah, Dutch," Hosea said happily. "Seems our boy here has a damsel in distress to save."

Dutch came walking up and laughed. "Let me guess. Little red headed girl in raggedy clothes runnin' from two men?"

"How did you guess?"

"She ran into me earlier. Glad you dealt with them, Arthur. They seemed sneaky."

Arthur smiled. "Well, let's go see if we can get the story straight."

Arthur opened the doors with the two men. He looked about the unfinished theater and grinned. It was coming together nicely.

"Arthur, you're sure she ran in here?" Dutch asked.

"Yeah. Poor kid was frightened out of her skull," Arthur answered.

"Did those men say anythin'? Why they were chasin' her?" Hosea 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! Those bastards stole it from me! I took it back! And I ain't goin' back to that mother fuckin' place!" Arthur heard the Irish accent of a child echo through the place.

"God, what a mouth on her," Arthur whispered. He was amused to say the least. But where did the voice come from? "Keep her talkin', Dutch." Arthur went walking down the aisles looking for a rag doll of a kid.

Dutch laughed. "Good for you, kid. Oh, you uh, you almost knocked me over outside the saloon."

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

Yep. Arthur crouched down in front of the hole under the stage. "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-" Arthur heard a noise before Lilly burst out of the hole, tackled him, and hovered over him with what he assumed was a sharp knife to his throat. The girl looked mad as hell and her once frightened eyes were full of a blind rage he didn't expect from a child.

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

Arthur put his hands up. This kid managed to knock him down. Now he was very amused and he gave her a half smile. "Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Lilly."

"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?" What the hell was a...far all in?

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

"Ya speak Gaeilge, sir?" Lilly asked. Wow. Arthur gaped at her. A dirty mouth but polite? This kid intrigued him.

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

"Huh. Well," Lilly 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. "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."

Arthur was curious. "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. Son of a bitch, when did she steal his apple? "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, but really, he was getting more interested by the second. She really was a pickpocket.

"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."

With a look of disbelief, he stared at Dutch who started laughing after going through his pockets. "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 more 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. He had more questions. Who was she? Who was her father? Why did she run away? Was she capable of killing two people?"

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

Arthur burst into laughter when the doors shut. "Holy shit, what a kid she is!" Arthur tossed Dutch his wallet.

"No kiddin'," Dutch chuckled. "Hey, where's my money?"

Arthur looked in his wallet. The money was all gone. That little shit. All three men went running out the door.

"That is one hell of a story," Patrick said to Arthur with a drunken laugh. "What happened next?"

Arthur toothed his lip with a smile and jerked his head, taking a sharp intake of breath. "That's where the story gets real good."