Celina was rather taken aback at the acceptance and possibly appreciation in his tone, by it, she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled slightly in relief, "Thank you."

Confusion crossed his face at her gratitude, "What're you thinking me for? I should be the one thinking you for looking out for the gang."

She shrugged, "I'm just surprised that you believed me so easily, happy, yes, relieved, yes. But surprised."

Dutch nodded, a small smile crossing his face at her honesty, "You shouldn't be, as long as you stand behind me and give me no reason not to trust you, we won't have a problem. Now, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"

She took a deep breath and poked her head out from the tent to take a look around, "There's a lot that you should know. But I'm still not convinced you're going to exactly hear it all no matter how clearly I feel I'm saying it. Even then, I don't know if I can tell you, I don't know what all it would change and if it would change for the worse or the better."

Dutch's brows furrowed once again in confusion and he gestured to his bed for her to sit, she accepted, finding it rather comfortable. It was then he spoke again, "I think I'm going to listen from someone who has obviously come from the future." He sat down in the wooden chair across from the bed and leaned back in it, grabbing his bottle of whisky and holding it against his leg, "I surely would appreciate if you told me what you know after all," he extended his hands out to the sides, "It sure would make life a lot easier."

Celina smiled slightly and got comfortable on his bed, wondering for just a moment if he had had anyone in it recently and who. She pushed the thought from her mind and held eye contact with the classy looking man for a moment, "I won't say who, but before long, someone in this group is going to betray you and they're going to lead you right into your downfall."

Dutch's eyes widened and he nearly dropped the bottle he was holding, struggling to swallow his mouthful of whisky. He shook his head, forcing the liquid down, "Who?"

Celina laughed despite herself, "I can't tell you now, Dutch but I will tell you that it's not Arthur and that he'll always have your back more than anyone..."

Dutch didn't look like he knew what to say, he had moved to the edge of his seat, his bottle sitting by his feet, "You've got to tell me."

Celina shook her head and swallowed hard, "If I tell you, I will lose my knowledge of what comes next. Would you rather be able to kill or do whatever to the person who probably hasn't yet betrayed you or would you like to act like for me be able to warn you about traps?"

He pushed his tongue to the side of his mouth in thought, "All of this I've been saying to Arthur about doubting me..."

She shook her head, "I never got to know how you were, Dutch, the Journals of Arthur's before this point in time were not recovered and if they were, they didn't make the cut for the video game. One thing is clear though and that is you apparently used to be different, and you've changed. He's worried about you but he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you or go against you."

Dutch took a deep breath, he hadn't known getting the girl to confess doing away with their book would cause such a deep conversation and surprising relevations... if they were true... if Celina was right, "My boy." He shook his head, "But how do I know you are telling me the truth?" He thought she was being honest but he just... He just didn't know.

It was her turn to sigh rather heavily, "What would I gain in lying to you? Think about it. I'm not even from the same century as you. How would lying to you help me get back home?" She smiled slightly at the perplexed look on his face, "I have seen you fall, Dutch. I don't want to see you fall again any more than I wanted to see Arthur die from TB." She moved forward and reached out to him, grabbing his hand lightly and squeezing it in her own. She continued to talk, both of them looking down at their hands which held one another's loosely, "Please, Dutch. You just have to be careful with who you trust. Use your instinct and don't let yourself be fooled." She squeezed his hand lightly in reassurance, "Please listen to me and let me help you in the only way I can."

Dutch closed his hand around hers a little tighter as well and looked into her eyes for a silent moment before shaking his head and releasing her hand from his grasp. "I..." He stood up, almost visibly shaken but by what, she wasn't quite sure, "I am going to have you go into Valentine with Arthur today, and Uncle, I'm sure they could use the company."

Celina blinked, trying to process what had happened that suddenly had Dutch sending her off with Arthur. She stood up from the bed slowly, "If I-"

He held up his hand to silence her, "Don't you worry about it, miss. You didn't do a thing wrong but you should go into town and enjoy yourself, pick me up a pipe while you're at it. I've been wanting one of those."

Celina nodded, almost awkwardly. His behavior made her almost think she shouldn't have reached out to him the way she had but nonetheless, she didn't attempt to argue. At his command she left the tent, wanting so desperately to look back at the proud leader but not allowing it.

...

Dutch watched silently as the young woman left his tent with a look of disappointment she had tried but failed to disguise. He sighed and twisted one of the rings on his finger in thought. Arthur was worried about him? He groaned, he hated to think the man he thought of as a son, but age-wise more as a brother being worried about him. What was there to be worried about, he hadn't really changed, had he?

He thought back to the girl he killed on that boat and felt shivers run down his spine at his own actions. It was necessary though, he had to make it clear to everyone he was not one to be crossed. He stood there with his eyes squeezed shut tightly, trying to force the memory from his mind. Everyone made mistakes, and he was no different.

If he could go back and change things, of course he would, he wouldn't have lost his temper. Dutch bit into his bottom lip, and shook his head as he felt his blood pressure rising from the events of that terrible day. He had to. He had to.

He walked outside his tent, watching as Arthur helped Celina into the wagon before he, Uncle, Karen, Mary-Beth and Tilly set off to Valentine to see what they could find. Her hand in Arthur's hand as he gave her leverage to climb up made a small surge of jealousy pass through him much to his surprise. He had to say something, anything and he said it to her, "Don't forget my pipe."

Celina nodded from the passengers seat of the wagon, of course she had to sit by Arthur. She was closer to Arthur's age afterall...

"I'll remember," She smiled at him, his mind racing to the moment only minutes ago when she had taken his hand in hers, making a spark he hadn't felt in years surge through seemingly every nerve he had in his body and he meant EVERY nerve.

But betrayal? He waved them off before turning around and going back into his tent. He picked up his bottle of whisky again and took a swig whilst drumming his ringed fingers on the wooden armrest of the chair he sat in. Who would have the nerve or even desire to betray him. He could feel his face heat with anger. If he could figure out who in his gang wanted to witness him hang he should ensure they did so first. It wasn't Arthur, at least that's what Celina had told him and based on the situation she was in, she wouldn't have a reason to lie anyway, and if it was Arthur and she wanted to protect him, why would she let him know about having a rat anyway? No, he shook his head, it couldn't be Arthur, but who?

Unless... no. He grasped the bottle hard enough that his knuckles turned white, even before Celina said anything, he thought Arthur doubted him from time to time but the thought hadn't even crossed his mind that he would betray him.

So... that begged the question, if it wasn't Arthur, who was it? Bill, Micah, Javier... Who? Dutch groaned again. It would be near impossible for him to find out who it was before they even began betraying him. He would have to listen to the girl and trust that she knew what she was talking about and that she well and truly wouldn't let this traitor get the upper hand.

"Dutch!"

He stood up at the sound of his name and took notice of Abbigail approaching, he fought the urge to roll his eyes, he could hardly believe that John had married her, unofficially anyway considering the fact they had all had her, "What is it, Abigail?"

She stood just outside his tent, fiddling her hands nervously, "I- I, John would like to speak to you."

He raised his hands palms up in exasperation, "Are you his messenger now? Why can't he come talk to me himself?"

She stared at the ground, afraid to make eye contact with him, "Well, he-"

Dutch shook his head, "Fine, Abigail-" he snapped, cutting her off. In reality he knew he was being a bit too harsh with the woman but he just couldn't help it, not with everything on his mind. He stood up from his chair and brushed past her, "I'll go talk to him myself."

...

Celina laughed as Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth sang the 'I met a girl in Berryville' song. That was one thing she didn't care much for from the game although it turned out that in real life, the song did go a bit differently. Still basically though, the same song. So that's what she did, laughed, hoping it sounded truly happy as she really couldn't wait for it to be over.

"I met a girl in Valentine, likes to drink that fancy wine-"

She permitted herself a slightly extended blink, of course they had to sing the song again. Then finally, the singing came to a stop, "My horse, can one of you please help me get my horse back? He's over there," the stranger with the broken wagon pointed across the road to where a white shire horse was wondering around aimlessly.

To everyone's surprise but Celina's, Arthur accepted, hopped down from the wagon and jumped on the runaway horses back, easily bringing it back to its master who seemed to be genuinely eternally grateful, "Oh thank you sir, I don't know what I would have done without you."

Arthur smiled kindly and hopped down from the large horse before scratching it's neck affectionately, "It was no problem, I was just trying to impress the ladies, but glad I could help."

At that, everyone else in the wagon was shocked all over again, no one even attempted to hide it when Arthur climbed back into his seat and urged the horses forward, "You were like a real hero back there!" Mary-Beth teased him playfully, making him chuckle.

"Honestly, if you all weren't here, I probably would have robbed him."

At that, everyone laughed, Celina lightening up enough to truly chuckle as well as they rolled into Valentine.

"Ok," Arthur parked the wagon and turned around in his seat so he could get a good look at everyone, "Uncle and I are going to go into the store and pick up some supplies. You ladies enjoy yourselves and meet us in front of the store when you're ready to go."

Everyone nodded, some 'ok's' being said as everyone climbed out of the wagon. Celina was the last to get out, simply jumping from the wagon with a soft thud. Arthur laughed at that, "If you needed help, you could have asked."

She chuckled at her own actions, "Didn't need it." She looked over to the general store, "I am going to go in the store with the two of you though, see if I can get Dutch a pipe. He was asking for one."

Arthur smiled, "Good ol'Dutch has been asking for a pipe ever since we left Blackwater."

Celina shook her head, "I guess it's about time he gets one then."

The three of them headed into the store after that, Celina successfully purchasing a pipe for the charismatic leader as well as some tobacco to fill it with. She found herself smiling as she looked down at it in her hands after exiting the store.

"Well, I guess we'll wait out here until the girls get back." Arthur sat down on the wooden bench, Uncle sitting to the right of him and Celina taking the empty spot to his left. "Hopefully they won't be too long." He tipped his hat forward so the brim would shade his eyes better from the sun and crossed his arms over his broad chest, tempted to try and get in a little nap.

It seemed just as he was starting to doze off, he was awoken by the sound of Mary-Beth's voice, "So, I just caught word that there's a train with a ton of rich passengers on its way to scarlet meadows. Could you imagine what we could find in baggage?"

Uncle perked up at that, "We can hit that, it's right over by New Hanover, nice and quiet there."

Arthur nodded, "Sounds good to me." He looked around briefly before looking back at Mary-Beth, "Where's Tilly and Karen?"

She sighed, "I think at the hotel, they were picking up some drunken fellers they were going to rob."

Arthur shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, "Why?"

She shrugged, "Seemed easy, they've been gone for quite a while now."

Arthur stood up, "I guess I'll go see if there's any trouble."

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A/N: There's the next chapter, and thanks for reading! Again, as usual, your thoughts/comments/questions make my day and inspire me to write so send them my way if you would.

I know it was asked how old Celina is, she's 23, the party at the beginning of her story was her 23rd birthday party. Dutch is 42, and Arthur is 36 :)

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