I've been planning on writing that plot twist for weeks but I didn't know which idea to use to explain Lilly's infertility. So review, fav, follow, and thanks for reading!

Chapter 34: The Watches

"So, what are we doin'?" Lilly asked Hosea.

"Sellin' it back to where it came from," he replied with a smug smile.

"Wait, seriously?"

"Well I ain't got a market for it. They made it, so they must have someone to sell it to." Lilly helped Hosea load some of the moonshine on the wagon. "Stuff looked kinda lonely out here. I think we'll cut ourselves a deal."

Lilly made a face of approval. "Ah, I see. Sounds promisin'."

"Arthur, Bill, and Dutch was just doin' their duty when they requisitioned it," Hosea said as they both climbed up. "Now I'm doin' mine."

Lilly started driving. "Wait, Arthur helped with this? What about his leg?!"

"Apparently he was too heated to care."

Lilly frowned. "Yeah, I did tick him off pretty bad."

"I'm sorry you two are fighting. It seems worse than the last fight you two had. Are you two not gonna speak for a month now?"

"If it takes him that long to speak to me. I already tried several times but he only ignored me."

"He must be really mad."

Lilly nodded. "I brought up Eliza and Isaac. Then he called me a freak of nature."

Hosea made a face of disapproval. "Both of you are idiots."

Lilly laughed. "I know. I heard love does that, though."

"Yes, but you two been idiots with each other since day one."

Hosea watched as the little girl they met that day came back from the river to the shore, followed by Arthur. Him and Dutch just got a fire going.

"I'm goin' huntin'," she said with a sour face.

"Alright," Dutch said, grinning at her.

"Can I come with?" Arthur asked with a smile. He was still shirtless.

Lilly turned to look at him but stopped. "No, I'd rather ya not, Arthur."

"We...well, why not?"

"Because ya canna go with me!" she snapped.

"What do you mean I can't go with you?" Arthur, asked.

"I mean I prefer tah hunt alone!" Lilly shouted.

"Why? I won't get in the way!"

"It's not about that! You'd be too much of a..." Hosea saw her blush. He looked at Arthur, then at Lilly. Oh.

"Arthur, I think it's your-"

Lilly interrupted with wide eyes. "Can you please reason with Mr. Morgan before we all starve tah death?!"

Hosea held up his hands to surrender and looked at Dutch who had a look of amused awareness. So the kid liked Arthur, but did she even know it?

"Oh, so I'm the unreasonable one?" Arthur snapped. "I just want to make sure you're okay! You were just in an accident! And what about your foot?!"

Lilly sighed. "My foot is fine. Now if you'll excuse me..." Lilly turned on her good heel and wandered into the forest with Arthur chasing after her.

"Lilly! You get back here, young lady!"

"Shut up, ya clout! Yer gonna scare all the game away!"

"Don't you call me a clout, you little guttersnipe!"

"Overbearin' jackass!"

"Spoiled brat!"

"Feckin' gobshite!

"Little wench!"

Dutch and Hosea laughed with each other. "I think they're a match made in heaven, Dutch," Hosea commented.

"I agree. That little troublemaker is perfect for him," Dutch replied, chuckling deeply.

"Think of what'll happen when she becomes a woman. Think Arthur will fight off all her suitors?"

"Ha! I'm sure he will if we don't."

"Us?"

"Yeah. Don't you feel the need to protect that child?"

"Sure, but seems to me she can take care of herself. You saw inside that carriage. No way a rollin' down a hill would make all that blood. And you saw her knives."

"Yes, this is true. What kind of kid can kill like that?" Dutch asked.

"A capable one. A troubled one."

"Hosea, I'm pretty sure she's beyond troubled, but-"

"Then why risk takin' her in?"

"Risk? What risk? You think she's a bad egg?" Dutch raised a brow.

"No, of course not! She's a delight! But she might require a lot more responsibility than we can handle."

"Heh heh heh, try tellin' that to Arthur," Dutch chuckled.

Arthur came back to the men with blood on his forehead. "That little shit hit me!" Dutch and Hosea laughed louder. "It's not funny!" Arthur said, cleaning off the blood. "I should'a grabbed her and spanked her little behind like the brat she is!"

"Look at Arthur, Hosea. Not even a day and he wants to discipline her," Dutch laughed. "Arthur, I have never seen you this flustered. I love it!"

"Shut up, Dutch," Arthur said glumly, which made Hosea and Dutch laugh more. He sat down by the fire and pulled out a bottle of bourbon, drinking it heavily. "That god damn kid. She shouldn't be out on her own."

"Arthur, she'll be fine. I know you like her, but-"

"She was dead, Dutch..." Arthur said with a frown. "If that happens again, I'll never forgive myself."

Hosea was so confused. Not one hour had gone by since they met Lilly and already she'd captured Arthur's heart and wrapped him around her little finger, claiming himself to be Lilly's guardian until Arthur's last breath. Hosea found it amusing until Arthur cried with the dead girl in his arms, then he knew Arthur was very serious about his oath. As he contemplated all this, Lilly came bounding out of the forest with a peccary on her hunting sled.

"Well that was fast!" Hosea said, impressed at her hunting prowess.

Lilly brought the pig over by the fire, took out a knife, and began to skin it. "Thank you."

Arthur cocked an eye at her. "What are you?!" he asked her.

"Efficient, resourceful, and if ya refer tah me as "what" again, I'll beat the piss outta ya."

"What a pistol," Dutch said.

"Actually, I think she's more of a shotgun. A sawed off one," Hosea laughed.

Lilly beamed at Hosea, cutting off a piece of meat. "Thank you, Asal Ciallmhar."

"What's that mean?" Hosea asked Lilly.

"Wise Ass." Lilly said with a devilish smile.

All three men laughed. "Do I get one?" Dutch inquired humorously.

"Hmm." Lilly pointed her knife at him. "I dub you Bríste Mhaisiúil. Fancy Pants."

The men laughed again. "Wait, Lilly, what about me?" Arthur asked with a pout. "That..."far all in" you called me?"

"You're Fear Álainn, of course. Mo Fear Álainn."

"But what does it mean?"

Lilly started cooking meat over the fire, smirking to herself. "I ain't tellin' ya."

"Why not?"

Lilly smiled at him knowingly. "Because I enjoy fuckin' with yer head," she said.

Arthur gaped at her while Hosea and Dutch laughed. Hosea was now sold on the little smartass. Arthur and her continued to argue throughout all the cooking and throughout all the eating about what "far all in" meant and why Lilly wouldn't tell him. Hosea never thought he'd meet anyone who could put Arthur's stubbornness to the test. Lilly stood up and wiped her hands. "Well, gentlemen, I believe I should take my leave."

They watched her go for her jacket and Arthur stood up. "Lilly? We...I...where will you go?"

"Back to Blackwater. Or here. I commute between town and the forest," Lilly said casually. "Why?"

"Well," Arthur pivoted to look at the older men. They both nodded their heads, and Arthur looked back at Lilly. "We'd like you to come with us."

Lilly laughed, putting on her jacket. "Aye, roight. I dunna believe ya."

Arthur walked to her. "Why wouldn't you believe me?"

Lilly frowned, fiddling with her hands and staring down at them. "You're bein' serious?"

"Yes. Come with us."

"I can't."

"Why not? You got a grand plan here?"

Lilly frowned. "Ya saw what happened tah Craig, Arthur. And ya hadna known me ten minutes before ya got shot. I dunna wantah have no one else dyin' on my account."

Arthur walked to her, knelt down to her and grabbed her hands. "No one else is goin' to die, I promise."

Lilly stared at Arthur's face. "But why? Why would ya want me tah come with you fellas?"

Arthur put a hand on the side of her head. "Because you're special to me."

Lilly flinched away from him. "Arthur, I canna do it. I canna come with ya!" She turned and ran towards the woods.

"Lilly!" Arthur went chasing after her. "LILLEH!"

Lilly and Hosea, after talking their way through the guards, traveled onward to Braithwaite Manor with a "guest" in the back of the wagon. He was apparently unhinged by the two giant wolves following him. Hosea took in the size of the place. "Lilly? How big is Darach ar an gCnoc?" Hosea said from the corner of his mouth.

"Heh heh heh, it's bigger than this...what did you say? Modest little homestead?" she whispered.

Hosea made a wheezy giggle. "I will certainly enjoy my retirement, then."

They both laughed and pulled up to the house. As they stopped, an elderly woman in a purple dress opened the front doors. "What you want?!" she shouted.

"Found somethin'," Hosea said. Both him and Lilly got out of the wagon. "Out on the hills, thought...thought maybe you was in the market for it."

"For what?"

"Liquor."

"I ain't in the market for what's already mine!"

"Way we see it, it's ours," Hosea argued, the wolves and Lilly trailing behind him. "What with us possessin' it, and I-I checked all over, for the life of me I couldn't see your name on it."

Lilly lowered her head and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Hosea, be nice."

The woman put hands on her hips as men with guns came out from behind her. "Oh, relax, I ain't here to rob you," Hosea promised. "Though it seems that's easy enough."

The wolves stood at Lilly's sides and snapped their drooling jaws. Lilly rolled her eyes. "Oh please, boys. No need for dramatics. Relax."

The boys sat on their haunches and whined. "What do you sell that stuff for?" Hosea asked the lady.

"A dollar a bottle," the woman said angrily.

"Then give us fifty cents."

"It's already ours."

"Look on it as a reward, for findin' the property. Alternative is we go sell it someplace else."

"The alternative is you get shot," one of the men said.

The wolves raised their bottoms and stood, growling and snarling once more. Lilly chuckled. "I would advise against shootin' us, sir. One of you may get a good shot or two off, but do believe me when I say it will take more than a few bullets to bring my wolves down, and they are faster than you can blink," Lilly threatened with a devious smile.

Hosea raised his hands. "Now, who wants to get shot over a bottle or two of liquor?" Lilly's athair pointed out.

The blonde bearded man raised his shotgun but the old lady chuckled and held his gun. "Pay the man," she said, not taking her eyes off Lilly. The guy with the shotgun tossed Hosea some money. "So, you're the one with the wolves I've heard so much about," Catherine Braithwaite said. "My niece tells me you helped at her rally today."

Lilly blinked. "Oh, it was uh, no trouble, madam." Lilly felt very uncomfortable being stared at by this woman. It made her boys uneasy too.

"Gossip around here travels fast, but I heard about you before today."

"Who told you about me?" When the lady didn't answer, Lilly's heart stopped but her face remained cool and collected. She could only imagine who she knew, being rich and this far south. "Huh. Interestin'. Didn't know I was that popular."

"Yes. They seem quite interested in you, Mrs. Morgan."

Lilly eyed Hosea and cleared her throat. "Pleasure doin' business with you," Hosea said. "And, listen, we didn't take it, least not without orders from-"

"Oh, I know exactly who gave you your orders," Catherine interrupted. "Old Sheriff Gray. You know what? I don't want it. In fact, sir, now you can do me a favor...there's an extra ten bucks if you do. Drive the stuff into Rhodes, head over to the tavern run by Mr. Gray, and give the stuff out for free."

"Momma!" a second blonde bearded son said.

"Hush now! I believe they call that a promotional expense."

"Ha! As you wish, madam," Hosea said.

"You both come back sometime and tell me how you made out. Maybe we'll play a little cribbage. Oh, but Mrs. Morgan?"

Lilly inclined her head. "Yes, Mrs. Braithwaite?"

"You and I have something to discuss before you leave."

Lilly swallowed and looked at Hosea before smiling at Catherine. "Of course. Athair, perhaps you could get mo fhear álainn to help you in Rhodes while I talk to Mrs. Braithwaite?"

Hosea eyeballed her. "Iníon, are you sure you don't want me to wait?" [Daughter]

"Oh, I'll be fine, Athair. Would ya like one of the boys to go with you?"

"Sure."

"James, Athair garda. Faigh mo fear álainn má bhíonn trioblóid ann." [James, guard Father. Get my beautiful man if there is trouble.]

James went and stood by the wagon. Hosea laughed. "You taught them Irish?"

"Yep."

"Smart little devils, aren't they?"

Lilly giggled and looked at Brian as Hosea got in the wagon. "Brian, mise garda. Faigh mo fear álainn má bhíonn trioblóid ann." [Brian, guard me. Get my beautiful man if there is trouble.]

Brian barked and nuzzled Lilly's hand. "I'll be back for you later, Lilly!" Hosea shouted as he drove off with James running along with the horses.

Lilly waved at him before looking at Catherine. "Shall we?"

Mrs. Braithwaite nodded. "Boys, escort Mrs. Morgan and her wolf to my cribbage room. And make tea."

Lilly ran through the woods being pursued by Arthur. He kept calling out for her but she continued on. She found a good climbing tree and scaled up it faster than ever and perched on a high branch. Arthur looked up at Lilly as he ran up to it.

"Lilly, what's the matter?" he asked. "Why can't you come with us?"

"I just canna do it! I need tah stay!" Lilly shouted.

"For what?"

"I'm...waitin' fer a friend tah come from Saint Denis."

"Alright, when will he be here?"

"I dunna know! Craig was...he was the one writin' tah him fer me."

"Oh." Arthur lowered his head. Lilly saw Dutch and Hosea close in. "Lilly, we can make arrangements to have the letters delivered to us."

"No. It's too dangerous."

"Why?"

"Because! It just is!"

"Lilly," Hosea said, standing next to Arthur. "We go by a pseudoname for our mail. Tacitus Kilgore."

"That's the dumbest name I've ever heard! No one has that name!"

Arthur laughed as he looked up at her. "It is, but it ain't our name."

Lilly crossed her arms. "I canna do it. I canna put you, Bríste Mhaisiúil or Asal Ciallmhar in danger!"

"Why would we be in danger, Lilly?" Arthur asked with irritation. "Talk to me!"

"Because everyone I care about ends up dead!" Lilly felt her lip tremble. She was not going to cry and let them see it. Lilly turned around on the branch and climbed higher to hide her silent tears. "Ya boys will die too if I stay near ya. Now just go. I had a lovely time with yas, but ya need tah go." Lilly heard Arthur climbing up and she jumped over to the next tree. "No, Arthur!"

Arthur got higher. "Lilly! Be reasonable!" He grunted as he got to the branch Lilly was on previously.

Lilly stared at him. He still had no shirt on. "Why do ya insist on chasin' me half naked?! Yer silly! Yer a silly man, Arthur Morgan!"

Arthur cackled. "Yes I am. Now..." Arthur got closer to the other tree. "Please, let's talk about this on the ground."

"No! When a woman says no, she means no! Please leave or I'll hit ya again and knock yer arse out!"

Lilly dared a glance at Arthur who looked hurt. "Don't you want to come with me?"

"No, I don't," Lilly said. She had to lie. If she lied, maybe he'd go. "I don't like ya that much! In fact, I hate ya! Now get outta here!"

Arthur frowned, getting ready to jump to her tree. "You're a bad liar, Lilly."

"How would you know?" Lilly pulled out a knife. "Ya jump over here and I'll slice ya!"

Arthur shook his head. "No you won't."

This man was the most beautifully stubborn creature on the planet. Lilly was both fascinated and irritated. With a narrowing of her eyes, though, her resolve strengthened. "I will, Arthur."

He jumped to the next tree and she slashed at his arm. It cut him and he almost lost his grip. "Lilly! Ouch!"

Lilly felt horrible but she didn't show her guilt. "I warned you, ya deaf bastard!"

Arthur inched closer. "Lilly, please."

Lilly closed in and held the knife to his throat. "I will not say it again, Mr. Morgan," she said through clenched teeth. "Go. Away. Now."

Arthur narrowed his light blue eyes at her. "Lillian. It is Lillian, ain't it?"

"Yes."

"Lillian, if you're goin' to slice my throat open then do it. I'm not leavin' until you agree to come with us."

"Then yer no better than the men who kidnapped me today."

Arthur looked shocked. "I..." he sighed and backed off. "You have a point."

Lilly frowned and put her knife away. "Goodbye, Arthur."

"Wait..."

"What?"

"If you change your mind, meet us at the train station tomorrow morning at 8. That's when we're leavin' for Illinois."

Lilly looked at him with the saddest eyes. "I won't change my mind."

"Then see us off?"

Lilly huffed. "I will consider it."

Arthur blinked. "I still have your watch."

"I told you to keep it. Somethin' to remember me by."

"Then..." Arthur reached into his pocket and handed her the gold watch. "Take this to remember me by."

Lilly clung to it. "I will."

Arthur pat her head. "Bye, Lilly." When he climbed down the tree and left with Hosea and Dutch, she climbed down, sunk against the tree and silently cried.

"Jesus! All this over a few bottles of booze?!" Arthur asked as he drove the wagon away from the fight.

"I reckon it's more they don't want another gang on their patch," Hosea replied. He snapped the reins to keep the horses going faster. Soon enough, Arthur told him to get off the road and Hosea turned off the trail. He drove the wagon by some old burnt down buildings with only the bases remaining. "Alright, we're good."

"Yeah...remind me never to take up a career in...what was it?"

"Advertising."

"Yeah. Do you think that woman set us up?" Arthur asked Hosea.

"No, I don't think so," Hosea responded assuredly. "Maybe. This place is odd."

Arthur put his regular hat back on and dusted off his red union shirt, looking behind him. "Yeah, I keep seein' those fellers."

"Some local militia. Clearly not too happy to have some new competition." Arthur nodded and looked away. "I'll go visit old Ma Braithwaite, see what's what."

"Why?"

"We been makin' money. The chest is fillin' up again, slowly but surely. Part of me thinks we just get ourselves good and lost, but we still need a lot more money before that can happen. So, for now, let me go give old Mrs. Braithwaite some of this moonshine as, well," they both looked back at the near empty wagon. "Let's call it a peace offerin'. Besides that, I need to go pick up Lilly anyway."

Arthur's mouth went agape and he leaned back, looking at Hosea incredulously. "Please explain to me why you left my god damn wife with that Braithwaite woman!" Arthur snapped at Hosea.

"Oh she's fine, Arthur. She's got Brian with her," Hosea said, trying to calm him down. "They were just goin' to talk."

"That god damn woman! Doesn't she care about the baby?!" Arthur growled and clenched his fists.

Hosea chuckled. "Of course she cares, but you know how she is. Can't tell Lilly to do nothin' she doesn't want to do and she's as stubborn as you are, if not more."

"Lilly needs to be more considerate of the baby just the same! And me! I'm her god damn husband!"

"Yes, you are, Arthur. Yet you haven't been actin' like that lately, have you?" Hosea pointed out.

"We had a fight! She...she brought up...ah, I can't be bothered." Arthur got out of the wagon. "Just go get my wife, please."

"You ain't comin' with?"

"You think she's the only one in the dog house? I am too. And after what she said to me today at that rally, I ain't talkin' to her!"

"Shut up, get back in this wagon, and let's go talk to your wife! My daughter! Now, you stubborn jackass!" Hosea snapped.

Arthur grunted. "Fiiine..." He got back up into the wagon. The two rode in silence back to the Braithwaites. Arthur looked down at James who was panting as he jogged. Arthur told him to get in the wagon and when he did, the wooden frame bounced with a creak.

Arthur and Hosea laughed. "My God, James, what is Lilly feedin' you? Dragons?" Hosea asked rhetorically.

James barked and the men laughed again. As they neared the house, Arthur leaned back and pat James. "Go find Lilly."

James jumped down and ran toward the house. Hosea parked and the men jumped down. Lilly came out with Brian and Mrs. Braithwaite. James greeted Lilly with a lick to her hands and Lilly giggled loudly. She looked at Catherine and tipped her hat. "Well, madam, it was lovely chattin' with you. And thank you for the tea and biscuits."

"Biscuits?"

Lilly smacked herself. "Sorry, I meant cookies. We call 'em biscuits in Ireland. England, too."

"I see. Yes, feel free to stop by for some more cribbage, Mrs. Morgan."

Arthur could tell there was some tension and as Lilly walked toward him, he saw her face was tight with restrained fury.

"Mrs. Braithwaite, we got most of the liquor. I reckoned you'd like the rest, so we brought it right over," Hosea said in a delighted voice.

"How thoughtful," Catherine said with what Arthur knew was a hint if sarcasm. "Boys, unload the liquor," she told her sons and they immediately went to do her bidding.

Arthur cleared his throat and addressed his wife. "Bean chéile, is everythin' okay?"

Lilly glanced at him, her expression of anger still present. "Yes, fear céile," she said coldly before walking past him to the wagon.

They were allowed to take the wagon back as long as they returned it, which Hosea promised profusely that they would. The ride back to camp was yet another silent one and when they got home, Lilly immediately went to the tent. Apparently something bad happened at the house that day and as much as Arthur wanted to talk to her about it, he had a feeling it wouldn't get him anywhere. Instead, he went to go speak to Dutch.

It was early in the morning when Lilly's awareness peaked over her sleepiness. She cried herself to sleep under the tree shortly after the three men left. She hated being alone but it was necessary. She wasn't exactly a team player. Lilly grasped the watch in her hand. "Oh Arthur...I wish I could come with you," she said to herself.

"What's stopping ya?" a woman's voice asked.

Lilly looked around and saw a large raven. She stood up with a gasp. "Hello?" she said, looking around.

"I am here, me child."

Lilly slowly glanced at the bird. "Are ya talkin' tah me?"

"Yes," the raven said.

Lilly slumped to the ground. "I musta really knockered me head. A bird is talkin' tah me."

The raven made a cawing sort of laugh. "Ya didna knocker yer head enough fer that, Lilly. Now," The bird jumped down from the tree branch and waddled its way to Lilly. "What's stopping ya from going with those men?"

"Papa's men. They won't stop coming and they will kill anyone I'm with."

"People die all the time, as ya know, Lilly. Do ya wantah die alone? Because unless ya go with 'em, ya will die alone."

Lilly sniffled. "How do ya know that?"

The bird pecked at her wing. "I know lotsa things, me child. In fact, I know everythin'. What is, what was, what will be."

"Sounds borin'," Lilly giggled.

"Aye, that it is. But I do make a game of it from time to time. It gets hard bein' 'round fer eternity without somethin' tah amuse one's self with."

Lilly giggled again. "I wantah go with but I canna stand tah see anyone I care about die."

"Lilly, if ya keep runnin' scared from life, ya wilna enjoy yer life. Yer seven, fer gosh sakes. Go live yer life! Be happy with 'em! And I know Arthur will make ya very happy one day."

"What do ya mean?"

"Ya will see, child. Now go. Yer gonna be late! Now wake up!"

Lilly blinked. "But I am awake!"

The bird cawed loudly in her face. "WAKE UP!"

Lilly startled herself with a yelp as she woke. What kind of dream was that? Lilly stood up and looked at the run rising. She sighed and walked toward the direction of her makeshift camp until a red horse bounded in front of her.

"Woa! Who are you?!" she asked. The horse neighed and nudged Lilly's shoulder. It made her giggle. She pat the horse and suddenly, the horse chomped the watch and ran off. "Hey! That's mine!"

Lilly chased after the horse who was trotting around her in circles before storming off eastward. Lilly growled and chased after the horse. It kept itself in Lilly's sights as it galloped toward the valley. Lilly surprisingly kept up. She discovered her newfound super strength and stamina yesterday and while she was confused by it, she was now grateful. But every time she got close to the horse, it increased speed and raced off. Eventually the horse dropped the watch and ran off. Lilly cursed in Gaeilge and picked up the watch. It was covered in frothy drool. Yuck! She wiped it with her jacket and looked around. She was near the train station and she saw Arthur from a short distance. He got on the train and she saw him sit at one of the windows. He didn't seem happy and Lilly groaned. Not the send off she would have preferred, but still it was a send off.

Lilly got closer and waved. He didn't see her. Lilly ran closer and shouted his name. "Fear Álainn! Hey!"

Arthur finally noticed her and gave her a sad smile with a brief wave. Dutch and Hosea sat down with him and they waved at her too. Lilly walked on the platform and Arthur opened his window. "Hey kid, you made it."

"I did. I wanted to say goodbye," Lilly said. No she didn't. She wanted so badly to leave with them.

"Well...goodbye, Miss O'Callaghan," Arthur said glumly before sitting back in his seat. His head bowed down.

Hosea opened his window. "See you around, kid!" he smiled.

"Hope to meet you again some time, Miss Lilly!" Dutch shouted.

Lilly waved and the train started going away. Lilly ran to the end of the platform waving but Arthur didn't look at her. He looked so sad. She stopped at the end and frowned. Seeing the train go broke her heart and she suddenly burst into tears. She changed her mind and ran after it. "Wait! Wait!" she shouted but she couldn't keep up. She missed her chance and cried more from the realization. Lilly was going to die alone. Lilly heard a horse neigh and saw the red horse approach her. The young child giggled happily with a devilish smile.

The three men were the only ones in that particular passenger car. "I'm sorry Lilly didn't come with, Arthur," Dutch said sadly. "She seems like a good kid."

"Yeah. I'll miss her," Hosea said with a frown. "You could tell she was special."

Arthur stared down at the O'Callaghan watch, stroking the crest with a finger. "What does Fidus Et Audax mean?" he asked.

"Faithful and bold," Dutch said. "Why?"

"It's her family motto."

"Huh. Well, she certainly is bold. And..." Dutch looked out the window. "Well well, looks like someone decided to be faithful too!"

Arthur looked up and outside. Lilly was on a red horse running to them. Arthur!" she shouted. "Arthur! I'm sorry! I wanna come with!"

Arthur smiled broadly, pocketed the watch, and ran back to the other car. He opened the door and stood on the metal couplings as Lilly drew near. He held out his arms. "Come on, baby girl, I got you!"

Lilly got closer and closer. She smiled at him and balanced on her feet in a crouched position. As she leaped, Arthur was surprised at how far she got and he caught Lilly in his arms. He held onto her tight and smiled into her hair. "I'm sorry Arthur! I saw the train go and I just couldna let ya leave me!"

Arthur laughed and brought her into the car, still holding her. "I'm so glad you changed your mind. Don't leave me again, kid."

"Never! Never never never!"

Arthur smiled at Dutch and Hosea. They looked happy as well. Arthur sat her down on the seat and scooted next to her. "Here." He pulled out her watch. "Now you can have it back."

"Hmm. I suppose that's fair." Lilly handed him the broken gold watch. "Are ya gonna get it fixed?"

Arthur gave her back the O'Callaghan heirloom and chuckled. "No. It'll be a nice souvenir." All four of them laughed at the joke.

Arthur pulled out the customized watch and sighed, unhappy with the situation between him and Lilly. He fingered it before putting it back in his shirt pocket, walking over to their tent. He hesitated before walking in.