Night fell across the camp, and with it getting dark, meant Celina and Arthur were about to head out to the oil wagon, for the night. Charles and John themselves had gone out ahead to see that everything was going as planned for the trains departure early morning, the four of them all having agreed to meet up at the wagon. The woman wasn't too into sleeping out their instead of in camp, but Arthur had convinced her that they needed to be prepared for whenever John and Charles arrived.

"Are you ready?" Arthur leaned against her tent, arms crossed, watching as she shrugged on her coat. He smiled slightly when she nodded, "You know this could get ugly, right?"

Again, she nodded, "I know... I've seen you guys rob trains before... kinda, sorta."

He raised a brow, "Kinda sorta?"

"Yepp, not explaining now though, he have an oil wagon to go sleep by." She did her best to fake enthusiasm, "So excited."

Arthur turned on his heel, rolling his eyes at the young girl and began to walk away from her tent and to the horses, her following, "It isn't too late to back out of this, you know that, right? Charles, John and I can handle it."

She smirked, "And Sean?"

His eyes widened, "No, not Sean. Why would you think he's coming?"

She shrugged, "Because he is."

"No."

"Yepp. Bet you fifty dollars that he'll be waiting at the oil wagon."

Arthur rolled his eyes, this time at the young man and not so much Celina, "Why is he going to be there?"

The woman mounted her horse, getting comfortable in her saddle, "Because he wants in on some of the action."

"Great." They urged their horses onwards, steering them out of camp, "You know..." Arthur studied Celina's horse carefully, "That horse you got there has seen better days. I think maybe it's time we retire him and get you a new one."

She looked over at him in interest, "Really?"

Arthur nodded, "Really. I've got just the one in mind for you too.."

"Well, what ones that?"

He hesitated for a moment, "Oh, it's a ways away from here, up in the Grizzlies. Usually hangs out around Isabella Lake from what I know. It's a white Arabian... I went up there once already trying to catch it but, considering I don't have it... it's not an easy horse to catch."

She laughed and shook her head, "But it's the perfect horse for me, huh?"

He smirked sheepishly, "It's beautiful, seems to be a good horse," He patted the one he was riding. "If you ever happen to go after it, take someone with you, lots of wolves up that way... and dress warm. It's freezing up there and honestly, I bet the area is still covered with snow. It would be nice if it wasn't... but."

She couldn't help but laughing again, "If you think it's a good horse and would do me well, fine." She eyed him in amusement, "But I think that you want someone to be successful in taming it just because it out smarted you. Sounds like you have an issue to deal with with a horse."

Arthur smirked and shook his head, "Nope, not at all... but if you did catch it, I might want to ride it time to time. You know, since I am the one who told you about it." He made eye contact with her, nothing but mischief sparkling in his own.

She laughed, humor in her eyes as well, "I knew it! Trying to manipulate me."

"Maybe a bit, but you really do need a new horse. I'll let Dutch get it for you though. Bastard charms horses just as well as he charms people."

"I bet he does."

...

It wasn't too long before the two of them heard the sound of gunshots coming from the direction of the oil wagon, Arthur slowed his horse down to a walk and began trying to peer through the trees as he rode. Celina found amusement in his actions since there was no doubt in her mind who was firing off shots, "It's Sean. I told you he'd be waiting, remember?"

"Oh," Arthur straightened back up on his horse, realizing that that was exactly what she had told him, "Again."

"I know, I know, you have to get used to it."

Together, the two of them rode up to the wagon, Sean not noticing their approach. Arthur spoke, making the boy jump, "What're you doing out here?"

Sean immediately perked up, "Lemme come on the raid with ya."

"Raid?"

Sean rolled his eyes dramatically, putting his gun back in its holster, "Don't play coy with me, son, it's unbecoming. That bloody train you and him has set up. What yer doing out there, you're going to need guns."

Arthur took a step back and raised his hands, things suddenly clear to him, "Oh, so Marston told you? It ain't a big show. I need calmness. If I take you, I might as well bring Micah along."

Sean's hand inched towards his gun in warning, "You compare me to that oily turd again, you're a dead man."

Arthur chuckled and raised his hands, dipping his head slightly, "Fair enough."

"What's your problem with me anyway, Arthur? In fact, don't tell me, I already know, you're threatened by me."

Celina about choked on her spit from where she stood at Arthur's side, "You think he's threatened by you?"

Sean nodded, totally convinced with himself, "Yea, my youthful vigor-"

"-That'll be enough, Sean.. we got work to do in the morning, so we're going to crash here for the night." Arthur adjusted his gamblers hat, a look of concern upon his face, "Charles and John will be joining us here in the morning."

"Ah, ok," Sean's drawed, his Irish accent as thick as ever, "But just keep the noise levels down, ya hear?" He pointed at the two of them accusing, before chuckling and going to lie down himself.

...

It was the next morning when Celina was awoken by the sound of familiar voices growing nearer and nearer. She vaguely recognized the voices to belong to John and Charles and she went to rollover in attempt to block them out only to realize that she couldn't, there was something restraining her. Opening her eyes against her true desires, she looked down to see an arm wrapped around her waist. In confusion, she looked over at Arthur who was beginning to stir as well. Silently, she thanked God that Dutch wasn't there to see their current position, no matter how truly innocent.

"Arthur," she said his name gently but loudly enough to bring him fully out of his dreams, "I hear John and Charles, they're here."

Arthur opened his own eyes slowly and then, upon realizing the position of his arm around her waist, he quickly jerked away, "I'm sorry, I-"

He was interrupted by Sean, "You two love birds are finally awake, I see. Here comes Charles and John now."

As if on cue, the two spoken of men came into the small clearing, John immediately looking irritated to see Sean there, "What're you doing here, kid?"

Sean acted as if the answer were obvious, "I'm coming, on the job."

John took a deep breath as Celina and Arthur stood to their feet, Celina attempting to dust off her clothes but Arthur not bothering, "I said you weren't coming."

Sean shrugged and gestured to Arthur who still looked too tired to put up an argument, "Well Arthur said I'm coming, so come on, let's go." He climbed onto the wagon, hanging onto the side as he had the decency to grant Celina the passengers seat. Still, he was rambling on, "I can't wait to slit some bastards throat."

Celina looked at the other three men in concern and uneasiness, John being the one to voice the concern to Arthur, "Are you sure about this?"

Arthur shook his head, defeated, "Absolutely not." He looked over to Celina then, "You get on up there and make yourself comfortable, we're ready to head out."

Celina shrugged before walking over to the side of the wagon and climbimg up into it. Once Arthur was in his seat as well, Charles and John grabbed onto the sides of the wagon, riding standing up like Sean as Arthur pulled the tank out of the trees.

They were off to rob the train. Arthur looked over at the crew as they pulled out onto the road, "Let's go make some money." His gaze settled on John as the wagon began to accelerate down the road, "Hey, wolf man, find us a good spot?"

John accepted his new nick-name without issue, "Yea, follow this road, there's a spot that's.. remote, but should give them enough time to spot the oil wagon."

"They see this blocking the tracks, they should stop soon enough."

John agreed, "There's said to be a team of guards on the state line, so shouldn't be much trouble."

Sean butted in, "See, I disappear for a couple of weeks and you guys cut me out of all the action."

Celina rolled her eyes and fidgetted her hands. Everything was starting to seem so crazy to her again in that moment.. not in a bad way, but sometimes she still had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that it was 1899. She looked up at the sky, it was still dark out, the sun wouldn't be up for a few hours yet. She breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that it would be hard for anyone who didn't know them to exactly know who they were dealing with in the dark.

John picked back at Sean, "Only the action that requires a brain." The woman found that retort to be somewhat dumb to say in front of Arthur with all the half-eaten brain jokes he'd make about him.

Sean just couldn't stop talking, "Ah, word has it you had your feet up the whole time playing sick, and tending to that new scar like you're gonna buy it breakfast in the morning."

An edge picked up in John's tone, "That's not how it was."

Sean pressed on, "Wouldn't want you getting scratched by a squirrel or something. That could put you outta commission for the rest of the year."

Charles seemed to be getting as annoyed with Sean as Celina, "Why do you have to speak so much?"

"Because I still got some blood in me veins! You old bastards have forgotten how to live, going about day to day, following orders like good soldiers."

John scoffed, and directed his attention to Arthur and Charles, "I blame you two for recuing him."

Arthur shook his head, "Far too much trouble, beginning to wish we had left him."

Sean still just could not find it within himself to keep his mouth shut, "Yeah, takes a whole army of bounty hunters to bring in Sean Macguire. And look at me now, in the gunners seat, back in business, boys! You know, my da always used to say-"

Charles, John, and Arthur all cut him off there, demanding that he not continue with whatever story he was heading into telling them, Celina still just hoping that he would shut up.

"Fine!" Sean glared at the back of Charles' head considering he was standing behind Charles, "Damn you three... Sulky, Angry and Scar face. And damn you too, miss Big Bad, coming along for the job. A right barrel of laughs."

Celina rolled her eyes once again although an amused smile tugged at her lips, the guy sure had come up with names for all of them in an instant. She looked up ahead, seeing tracks coming up very soon, she pointed, "Right there would be good, wouldn't it?"

Arthur nodded, continuing forward that destination, "Looks good to me." It really was only maybe another minute before the wagon was stopped on the tracks, everyone climbing off the wagon and Arthur releasing the horses. As if on cue, the five of them pulled up their bandanas to hide their identity and prevent anyone from getting a good look at their faces.

John looked at Arthur in confusion when he walked back over to the wagon, "What're you doing?"

Arthur climbed up on the tank, starting straight ahead in the direction the train would be coming from, "Ensuring it stops."

Now, Celina knew that Arthur wouldn't be killed doing what he was doing, if that was the case, this event would have never been recorded by him in his journal. Still, she couldn't help the fear that grew for him in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but have the urge to pull him off the wagon and to certain safety.

He sure did have the looking intimidating part down though. She thought, although she knew him, that he looked downright frightening. The train came into view and Arthur into view of the train as it came to a stop maybe a foot our two in front of him. It was close, to say the least.

That, was, Celina figured, when the actual robbery began. She, Charles, John, Sean and Arthur all boarded the stopped train, guns ready to fire if need be. Seeing Arthur head towards the flat deck of the train and behind taking out guards with Charles, and that John had went to the first passenger car, she took the second for herself, sneaking aboard luckily without incident. She had no idea where Sean had went.

As she boarded the first passenger car, she assessed the people in it, there looked to be about ten people or so. Quickly, she wipped up something typical to say during a robbery, "This is a robbery! Anyone who tries to leave, gets shot." She waved her Cattleman Revolver from passenger to passenger, "Anyone who complies, walks away with their lives. I suggest you do as I say."

At that, the woman approached her first passenger, holding out the sack she had to collect funds and aiming her gun at them with a steady hand, "Money and any valuables, in the bag, now."

The man looked up at her with fear in his eyes, the look truly tugging on her heart. She had to do this though, she came along to help and if they were ever going to achieve freedom, they needed money and they needed it fast. This was her life now and she wasn't about to let them fail in breaking free from the law which hung over their heads. "Now, sir." She kept her gun trained on him, "Don't make me shoot you."

The man nodded hurriedly and reached into his pockets, with a shaking hand, he deposited a hand full of money into the sack. She nodded at him in thanks, "Thank you sir."

She made her way down the train, insisting that everyone turn over their money and valuables, blocking out the sound of gunfire which she knew was the boys taking out guards. She felt bad for what she had done but it was 1899, and she had to fight for her freedom which she honestly found herself wanting even after having lived in 2018, the idea of freedom with the Van Der Linde gang appealed to her greatly.

That said, she had skipped over robbing an elderly couple who sat in one of the seats. She could bring herself to rob everyone else on the train, but old folk? She couldn't find it in her heart.

"Celina, get back to baggage!"

It was Arthur's voice that made it's way to her ears. At once, she sprinted back to the baggage area, joining the rest of the gang in looting anything they could find. Their takes were great, Celina realized as everyone exclaimed excitedly upon finding something that they knew would being greater fortune to the gang, Celina herself stuffed a couple gold bars in her bag, sure to rake in five hundred dollars each. These were truly rich folk, they could afford losing the money and be fine. Heck, might even be reimbursed for their troubles.

There was then the sound of hooves against the earth followed by Charles' voice as he peered out of the train before quickly ducking back, "We've got company, a good amount of it."

Celina felt her heart sink at those words, "No." Her voice came out in a whisper so quiet no one else heard.

"Let's get to the deck, take these fools out," The guys all quickly followed Arthur, running back up the train, Celina on their heels. She ducked behind the wooden crates as did they, taking cover from the oncoming bullets. Against everything she had stood for in 2018, she peered out from the crate she hid behind and fired a shot at one of the law officials, hitting him in the chest and sending him flying from his horse.

She ducked back down, frozen with the realization of what she had just done. She had shot- and killed someone. She looked over at Charles who was hidden across from her, firing away. He was the only one in her line of sight, the shooting not visibly seeming to bother him at all.

Celina took a deep breath, she had killed someone, she was officially a part of this lifestyle now and she would never be able to reverse her actions. What would she do now? She would fight for what the gang... and herself stood for, freedom from the law. Freedom from ever being monitored by the government, freedom from the law putting restrictions on how any of them were to live their lives. Freedom of being controlled by those who worked for the government.

She fired again, and again, hitting man on horse after man on horse. As she kept firing, her thoughts about what she was doing began to fade. If she shot one law official, what's so hard about shooting the next one? In that moment, it was getting easier as it was her and her family- freedom versus them.

Finally, they made a break for it under Arthur's command, "I don't know where they're coming from but they keep coming, we need to get out of here before we're completely surrounded."

Not another word from any of them, they all shot down the nearest law officials before running to and mounting their horses, taking off at full gallops and firing behind them only hoping not to be shot.

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A/N: Longer chapter guys, hope you enjoyed it!

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