Celina sat up in her cott, wide awake having not yet fallen asleep after the party and hearing Arthur and John's voices right outside of her tent. She rolled her eyes at the men, "What're the two of you blabbering on about? The party is over, time to get to sleep like the rest of us."

They looked over at her, through the falling darkness, she could make out the apologetic looks on their faces. It was John who spoke, "Uncle told me about a train. I already told Arthur about it having rich passengers. It's rolling through scarlet meadows just south of the state border."

Celina nodded, "Yea, I was in Valentine when Mary-Beth told us about that."

John looked surprised and back at Arthur who had been thoughtfully standing silent, "Why didn't you say something about it sooner?"

Arthur shrugged, "I just ain't sure about doing it."

"Common, it'll be at night, not too guarded, it'll be perfect." John turned his attention back to Celina, "What do you think?"

"Well..." She tried to remember as much as she could about the train robbery but it seemed that was something that was unfortunately a blur to her. She could of course though, surely affirm no one would likely get killed doing it. She nodded her approval, "I think it sounds good."

John looked excited, "So does that mean you're in?"

"Does that mean I'm in?" She looked taken aback for a brief moment, looking at him wide-eyed, "I wasn't saying that it sounded good because I wanted in.. I just meant it sounded like a good take for you guys. I stole beer, John... robbing a train doesn't seem like the logical next step."

John chuckled but it was Arthur who spoke, "Common now, what was that back in your tent about if it's not us, it'll be someone else doing it?"

Celina took a deep breath, "I meant it'll be someone else robbing and killing in general, not robbing or killing a specific person... place, or train. I just meant that even if we didn't do it, things of the sort would still be happening somewhere to someone at some point- Arthur." She glared at him, "I'm much too tired and tipsy to explain to you my philosophical beliefs. Quit trying to get me going."

Arthur laughed, "So you're admitting that we do doom people who wouldn't otherwise be doomed."

She rolled her eyes, trying to think of how she felt about that question. They were so off topic. She hated when Arthur found humor in making her think almost outside of the box. She took a deep breath, "Yes, we ruin and take people's lives even if no one else would have, Arthur. Quit making me feel bad. Making me feel like a nut case. We're bad people, just following the road life's set before us. Screw off."

Arthur laughed and John just looked generally and totally confused, "Ok... the point in this is?"

Arthur looked proud of himself, "Ask her now."

Still looking confused, John looked back over at Celina, "Do you for some reason want to come with us now?"

She took a deep breath, shooting Arthur a glare. He had taken a chance trying to get her to think like them and accept her role in the world. He had made her open her eyes to their wrongs more than she wanted to. Gotten her to admit the people they had stolen from and maybe even killed would never have been robbed or killed if weren't for them. He made her realize all over again that they were truly bad people, but that was their place in the world and where their life led them to stand. It was the way life was always meant to go for them and they were simply just living it the way it was always meant for them to live it. It was literally her place in the world, there was no way she would feel such a draw to and connection with the gang if she weren't meant to be one of them. She wouldn't feel so free and happy with them, and she most definately wouldn't have been sent back to 1899. Everything she and the gang would be faced with would be something they had to fight through in order to get to where they needed to be, to freedom. She would probably kill and rob along the way, but that was always going to be the life she had ahead of her since she came into the world, that was always meant to be a part of her life story.

Arthur had gotten her thinking, and thinking good. She couldn't help it, with her true mentality about everything being full-heartedly the one she had just discovered within herself due to Arthur's prying, she nodded. Her head felt heavy with worry, but she nodded. It seemed like whenever she had a good talk with John Marston she ended up agreeing to robbery, "I suppose I'm in. If I'm one of you, I might as well do my part."

Arthur smiled at John, "See? Told you she'd come around."

John nodded, "So we're doing it then?"

The other cowboy shrugged, "I still don't know, ain't thought it through. Just wanted to get Celina to say yes. You know," he scratched at the back of his neck, "Stopping a train is a pain in the ass."

"Sure," John nodded, "But what if... we could force the train to stop?"

Arthur raised his hands to the darkened sky as if the answer were obvious, "Well of course."

John let his usual sarcasm slide, "We get a wagon full of something flammable- oil, put it on the tracks... they see it. They know they either have to stop, or die. Ain't no train driver want to be cooked alive."

"That is..." Arthur trailed off in thought, scratching at his short beard, "Kinda brilliant, for you. And that is a real idea! I think it's the first time you ever had one of them."

Celina and John both rolled their eyes at Arthur's way of picking fun. John cracking a small smile, "Shut up."

Arthur continued, "You know John, you might be the first bastard to ever have half his brains eaten by wolves and end up more intelligent."

John rolled his eyes again despite Celina snickering quietly, "So we doing it?"

Arthur nodded, "Yea, we're going to need ammunition, guns, look real frightening and some dynamite to blow open the train."

John perked up in excitement, "I'll get the supplies, gotta go into town for Abigail anyway- don't even ask. Go find us an oil wagon."

"I will." Arthur agreed, "I know just the place, they're always heading into that refinery."

John cracked his knuckles, "There's an old rundown shack just over the border, North of a place they call Dewbury Creek. Leave it hidden somewhere near there."

...

"So, how are we going to do this?" Celina looked over at the cowboy from where they sat on horseback just outside the mining town, Arthur insistent that an oil wagon would be pulling out from the gates soon.

He kept his blue eyes fixed ahead, ready to fire his weapon should a guard decide they were too close and start firing himself, "They should be leaving any minute now. I think I see a wagon moving behind the gates." He glanced over at her briefly, "When the wagon first pulls out, let it gain some distance on us before we chase it down, don't want no trouble from the guards. No one has to get hurt with any of this."

She nodded and pulled up her bandana as Arthur did his, "So," he chuckled quietly, "What's this about John being the one to get you committing your first robbery?"

Celina rolled her eyes with a small smile, "It was an easy job. Good timing, one guy, unarmed... good luck."

"And lots of beer it turns out."

Celina nodded, "Lots of beer. You, Lenny and I should go out to the bar again. Valentine was a lot of fun."

He adjusted his bandana, "The drinking, the waking up in jail, or the hangover?"

It was her turn to laugh, "What do you think?"

A smug smile played across his features, "That I'm a stupid, handsome man. Look," he pointed through the trees to the oil wagon just exiting the town, "There it is. Now, like I said, wait for it to get past us a bit."

She did as told, not daring to encourage her steed to move a muscel until the wagon past them by a good few hundred feet. It was then that Arthur spun his stallion around and barked out his simple order, "Now."

The two of them were off, bursting through the trees on the horses who seemed to be as alive with excitement as they were. Quickly, they closed the distance between themselves and the wagon, it being relatively easy considering their target wasn't exactly fast moving. Arthur shouted at whoever was driving as he neared them, "Stop the wagon before we shoot."

On his cue, Celina aimed her weapon at the man on her side of the wagon, Arthur aiming his at the man on his side, "Stop the wagon or I will shoot."

Making her heart feel like it had dropped down to her stomach, Celina's eyes widened when both men pulled guns on them as well, she kept hers trained on the man who was her responsibility. She tried not to think about who he was or what he meant to anyone. Tried not to think about wether or not he had a family, friends who were like family, "Please, mister, don't make me shoot you."

"Don't make me shoot you, miss, go on your way now." He was a middle aged man worth greying hair. Her attention was vaguely on Arthur and his situation as well although. With the tension, she almost jumped when a gunshot rang out along with a thump of a body to the ground. For just a brief second, the attention of Celina's opponent faltered and she did something she never thought she would be able to do...

She fired the gun, miraculously accurate to the point that the gun the man was holding was sent flying out of his grasp, leaving him unharmed. He turned back, shocked and to Celina's relief, it was Arthur who jumped into the wagon, knocking Celina's opponent from it and to the ground.

Arthur smiled over at her, "I didn't kill the guy I shot, just injured him." He could apparently tell that that was what was on her mind, worry that she had just witnessed her first fatal shooting, "We don't kill unless we absolutely have to."

Gun shots began to ring out, making both Celina and Arthur look behind them to see the two men standing in the middle of the road firing at them in desperate attempt to get their wagon back. It would have been pointless by then though, considering how their efforts were only putting holes in the tank.

Arthur looked back over at her, "Go on up ahead, odds of them hitting you or the horse aren't good but just in case, we'll use the wagon to block the bullets."

She did as told without question, feeling much safer along with grateful that they had no use for what was inside the tank. Or at least, shouldn't have a use for it.. she figured maybe they would have wanted to sell it at one point or another.

It only took a few minutes before the two of them were in the clear and Celina dropped back to ride alongside the wagon once again, looking up at Arthur, "The train comes by tomorrow night, doesn't it?"

Arthur nodded and then his brow furrowed, "I'll never get used to you knowing so much about everything going on."

Celina laughed, "Trust me, it's both a gift and a curse."

...

The sun was up and rather warm the next morning, she and Arthur having dropped the wagon off in the location that Arthur had agreed with John on. It was a good location and Celina was almost chomping at the bit to experience her first train robbery although she hoped to God that nothing would go wrong.

Something though, felt as if it were sitting on her chest regarding the robbery as well, however. Was something going to happen that she couldn't quite remember? She sure hoped not but she didn't want to say anything to the guys if things did end up fine and have them lose their trust in her. Of course the only one in the crew they had assembled who knew the truth about her was Arthur... at the same time, she was seriously contemplating letting John know what was up as well. She could trust John.

She climbed out of her cott and put her privacy divider up, changing quickly. She then proceeded to brush her teeth and comb through her hair before heading out into the camp. The first thing she noticed was the location of the sun, making her realize she had slept quite a bit later than she had intended too.

It had to be at least noon, maybe closer to one in the afternoon. The blame for that could of course be put on how late she had been up and out with Arthur the night before. She didn't think she could ever understand how Bill kept watch all night but she sure was thankful that he usually slept most of the day.

First thing on her list of things to do? Pay Dutch a visit and ensure Molly O'Shea hadn't snuggled back into his cott. If he had taken that woman back after that kiss with her, she was partially convinced she may shoot him in the foot.

Taking a deep breath, Celina entered his tent which was across camp from hers, she smiled almost sheepishly at him and he back at her from where he sat on his bed, "What brings you over here, miss Knoll?"

She laughed and pointed at him, "You, I-"

She was cut off by Arthur barging in, seemingly out of breath, "We got a problem." Immediately both Celina and Dutch's attention was focused on the one who had interrupted them, "I was just down by the river and met a couple fellers, Milton and... and Ross. They are employees of the Pinkerton Detective Agency and they know about the train and they know we're here."

Dutch drug his hand over his face and groaned, standing up, "Were you followed?"

Arthur shook his head, "No, they know we're near here and they want you, Dutch. They offered me my freedom in exchange... They want you bad."

Celina closed her eyes tightly before opening them and gently rested her hand on Dutch's arm hoping to provide a feeling of support. This was just the beginning. Dutch stepped away from her and shook his head as he headed outside, Arthur following, "Why didn't you take it?"

"Ha, very funny," Arthur didn't sound amused in the slightest, "What do we do now?"

Dutch paced for a moment, back in forth in front of his tent as he attempted to formulate a plan, "I say we do nothing, just yet... They are just trying to scare us into doing something stupid. We have turned a corner. We survived them mountains, we just need to stay calm."

Celina stared at the leader with concern from where she stood still inside his tent. Yep... this was just the beginning.

...

Hey there guys, this is just a story idea I had and wanted to know how you guys would feel. What's the point in possibly writing something if no one is going to like it?! Anyway, this is just an idea, I'm not sure if the story is going to go in this direction yet or not so don't hold me to it.

Butttttt...

I'm thinking Dutch is not going to be an easy man to love, and I'm not saying Celina won't end up with him. I'm not even saying Celina will end up with him. However, I'm thinking with the way things are now, in the future, he could drive her away for at least a bit. Or... somehow she could get seperated from the group against her will... maybe it's not Dutch's fault.

I'm thinking maybe when she's seperated for a while... let's say she's with, Trelawny? I'm not saying there would or wouldn't be romance between the two of them, but I don't know. Could be. Orrr... Trelawny could be the perfect man to help Celina make Dutch realize what he wants, possibly through jealousy?

I think it'd be fun to write Celina and Trelawny off together manipulating people and digging for info on various things lol.

Honestly, as it is right now, I think her true love is Dutch. I've thought about writing in some Celina x Arthur romance but just don't feel it and there's no way Arthur would be used to make Dutch jealous, I don't want that for him.

Anyway, maybe Arthur x Sadie will be an item?

Anyone care to comment? ?