"So," Dutch eyed Trelawny as he stood to his feet, "Where have you been?"

Breaking his attention from the stunning girl before him, Trelawny looked over at Dutch, "Oh you know, the usual here, there. At the moment I'm staying in a Caravan behind the church on the outskirts of town. It's quite unpleasant, really." The gang continued walking through the town, Trelawny leading, "I must say, this town is trapped in an interminable feud between the two plantation houses, the Braithwaites and the Greys. It's all over different falling outs, rebel gold, marrying cousins and not marrying."

Celina screwed up her face in disgust, looking over at Dutch who looked equally as disgusted. He chuckled a bit though, "That's.. interesting."

"Oh, most definately." Trelawny fell silent for a moment before speaking, his voice full of sincerity and energy, "I missed you boys! I was hoping to see the lot of you soon, expecially hearing about the bounties."

Dutch grunted, "There's been a bounty on my head for thirteen years, they're not gonna find us down here for months."

The magician didn't seem so sure, it caught Celina's attention when he sunk his cane deeper into the ground then necessary. Still, his voice remained calm, "I understand that Dutch, but these are some serious bounties. I was told of them by some fellers at the state line. There's talk of it in bars from the east to the west for five hundred miles. Talk of super agents, even."

Dutch laughed, being the only one to do so, the fact that he didn't seem concerned making her uneasy, "It's only talk my friend, but I'd love to meet one of them... super agents."

The magician inhaled deeply, "That it is, Dutch, but I just couldn't not tell you." At that, he bowed dramatically, "Take care, my boys." He straightened again before taking Celina's gloved hand in his once more and placing his lips on the back of her hand in a soft kiss. He winked at her before turning on his heel and heading away from the group. As he walked away, he called over his shoulder, "You be as well, miss Knoll."

She smiled back at him, raising her hand in goodbye before turning back to Dutch, Arthur and Hosea. Dutch had a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite read, maybe jealousy? The idea made her laugh, she decided she would have a bit of fun. Gesturing back to the direction Trelawny took off in, she smiled, "I like him."

Arthur chuckled, "Josiah's a good guy."

Dutch nodded after hesitating a moment, she could tell he was trying to read what she meant by that, "He is indeed."

Hosea changed the subject, "Are we all still going on that fishing trip? It's not far out from here- the spot I know."

Celina nodded eagerly, looking over at the older man, "I'm in if you guys are."

Arthur agreed silently, Dutch confirming, "Sounds like a plan to me."

...

The four of them climbed into the abandoned canoe they had pushed off the bank of the lake, Hosea sitting on one end and Arthur in the middle with Dutch on the other end. The other two men stared wide-eyed at him when he pulled her into his lap. Celina laughed, catching their expressions as she snuggled into the leader, "You guys look like you saw a ghost."

Hosea nodded quickly, "Oh we did, just about."

Dutch chuckled, Celina feeling the vibrations of it against her back, "You two just mind your own business. Arthur, you better get to paddling boy, before it gets too late."

The youngest cowboy shook his head, a smile playing on his face as he began to row, "I'm glad to see you like this, Dutch."

Celina couldn't fight the blush that crept onto her cheeks at the thought of being so obviously good for him. She tipped her head back at an angle and he met her lips with his, keeping the kiss short and appropriate for the trip.

"So," Hosea broke the silence, "Celina, are things going as they did according to history as you know it or is the original path fading away?"

Celina leaned back into Dutch, making eye contact with Hosea, "Some things have changed... luckily."

"Such as?"

"Arthur never went bounty collecting for Strauss... no one got the chance to since I saw that his book was ruined and lost. I had to do it," She shrugged, "I couldn't risk Arthur- nor anyone else for that matter getting TB... one of the men Strauss would have had us collect from would have given it to Arthur if Arthur had went to collect. Probably would have given it to anyone that collected from him."

Hosea's and Arthur's eyes widened, the old man being the one to speak, "Well, my dear. That's wonderful of you to have done such a thing like that. We all appreciate it greatly, even at the expense of losing the money from it that we did."

Arthur kept rowing, holding her eye contact with sincerity, "I will forever be in your debt, I had no idea."

Celina shrugged, "You're all welcome, really, I just couldn't bare to to let history write itself with any of you guys getting sick like that."

Hosea kept his focus on Dutch, as if assessing his old friend, a knowing smile flickered across his lips, "Dutch, you knew the whole time."

His arms loosened from around her as he rested them on the edge of the canoe, "I've got to say, the woman has an excellent taste of who she can trust."

Celina bit her lip thoughtfully, "I sure hope so."

After chuckling at her clear threat, Dutch spoke again, "Arthur, you can stop here. This should be a good spot."

The four of them stood to their feet once the canoe was stopped, the men picking up their fishing rods from the floor where they had sat them pre-assembled, Dutch handing her the extra one he had brought along. Celina smiled misceviously as she took it from him, "Thank you, for the... rod." She couldn't help but blushing as she said it, yes, it had meant to be a suggestive joke but she hadn't thought she'd be making herself blush with it. Her face redenned further under the amused and shocked gazes of the three men, she could have sworn Dutch was blushing ever so slightly. She found it rather adorable and highly amusing to see such a proud man blush.

He cleared his throat, "Well, miss Knoll, all you had to do was ask."

That made her blush even harder, she was very much certain that she was as red as could be. Hosea's voice held a tone of certainty, "Yeah, she'll be a fine member of the gang, no doubt about that."

Arthur nodded in agreement, "Fits in with the best of us."

"Hey," Dutch changed the subject, "This reminds me, Hosea, of the first time we sent Arthur out fishing by himself. Oh it had to be a good fifteen years ago, he was twenty-one, maybe twenty?"

Arthur groaned, "Really, Dutch? Not this again."

Hosea chuckled, "Oh most definately this again, boy. Do you want to tell it, Dutch?"

"I most definately do. Anyway, we sent Arthur out fishing- he was gone all day. When he finally returns, he's towing in three huge, beautiful bass- enough to feed us for a good couple days. We toasted to him all night, were so proud of him." Dutch slowly reeled in the line a bit, "Anyway, we went into town the next day and the butcher there stopped us. He asked Arthur how he enjoyed the bass! That kid, it was the running joke for weeks."

Celina laughed with them, looking over to Arthur who was shaking his head, smiling despite himself, "The way you guys tell it, it still is."

"Oh, it most definately is, Arthur, don't you question that." Hosea teased, keeping his attention focused on his bobber."

She found herself wanting to tell them, to reveal the truth about Micah then and there to the three men who knew the truth about what she knew. She wanted to tell them so badly that it was almost to the point she felt as if the words were going to force their way out of her mouth one way or another. She glanced at poor ol' Hosea, her mind flashing to what the future would hold for him if she refused to do anything. She couldn't let that happen, even with what happened with Strauss, she couldn't just let Hosea die, not like that. She had liked him enough just as someone from history, now? Knowing him personally? She couldn't let it happen. Even if she didn't care, she strongly attributed his death to the further downspiral of Dutch. Dutch who, Well- although they hadn't clarified whether they were exclusive or not, she felt as if she belonged to him in heart, body, mind and soul.

That was when she felt a tug on the line and she jerked the pole sharply, successfully hooking the fish and starting the battle to reel it in. She saw Dutch look over at her in approval, "Hopefully it's a good one."

She nodded, pulling the rod to the side to fight the fish's attempt to run with the line, "It feels like it won't be too disappointing."

...

About an hour or so went by with group catching a good assortment of fish, the sack that Hosea had brought along stuffed practically to the brim and placed between Arthur's feet as he began paddling back towards the camp after Hosea deciding that they wouldn't return the canoe to its rightful owners after all but instead keep it for themselves.

Celina was looking forward to having it at camp having enjoyed her time out on the water with the men. The best part about it was that the day was still young and she was sure she and Dutch could find a way to enjoy it.

"You know what we need?" Dutch looked at each of them excitedly, it was truly good to see him enjoying himself, "A song. Why don't you start us off with one, Hosea?"

The older man took a moment to think about what to sing before starting the song, Arthur, Dutch and even Celina since she was familiar with the song jumping right into the song with him.

"I asked that girl to give me some,

Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm,

I asked that girl to give me some, she said wait till the taters is done,

Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm,

I couldn't wait till the taters was done,

Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm,

I couldn't wait till the taters was done,

Threw her on the floor and knocked out some,

Mmm hmmm mmm hmmm,

I wish to God I'd passed her by,

Mmmm hmmm mmm hmmm,

I wish to God I'd passed her by,

Taters got burnt and so did I!"

When the song ended, the four of them laughed joyously. "Celina, my dear," Hosea spoke in approval, "I've got to say, I didn't expect you to be able to recite that song so well."

She shrugged a bit awkwardly, "Yea, they kinda... they kinda incorporate some of the songs from this time into Red Dead Redemption in 2018. I swear I was only a little bit obsessed." They chuckled a bit more at that good-naturedly before Dutch spoke, changing the tone of the conversation to her disappointment.

"Celina here says we have a traitor in the gang."

Celina moved from his lap to sit beside him so she would be able to look at him better, "You're choosing now to bring that up?"

The leader nodded, "As good a time as any, so I want both of you to keep an eye open for anything that you find to be unusual or suspicious for someone to be doing. All of us know the rules about traitors."

Celina swallowed, could she really stay quiet? Would letting them know really hurt anything? She took a deep breath. As Dutch had brought it up after her having already fought against the opportunity to let the cat out of the bag, she was all the more tempted. Could she tell them?

Arthur was immediately red enough with anger at the news about the traitor that Celina wouldn't have been surprised if smoke started coming out of his ears, "Who could that really be, anyway?" He set his jaw, "I know, I bet it's that Kierian... that O'Dri-"

She had had enough and definately didn't want to think about the kid getting grilled for something that to her knowledge, he had nothing to do with. The day had been going great, and then she had to go and reference back to the things she knew.

The three of them were staring at her intently, obviously waiting for her- hoping for her to confirm or deny Arthur's accusations. She took a deep breath, she couldn't just do nothing. It was then that she resented having a good heart, "It's not Kierian. That kid hasn't done anything. As far as I know, he's innocent."

The look on Dutch's face was one of betrayal. Of course it would be, if their essential prisoner wasn't the one who either was or would eventually betray him- them, than that left only actual members of the gang to be the one sneaking around behind his back. When he spoke, his voice was low, controlled to the best of his ability and shaking slightly, "Who is it then?"

She looked to Hosea hoping that he would help her out of the situation, seeing empathy in his gentle eyes, "Can you please, Hosea?"

The older man sighed, "No matter what I say, dear, they're still going to look to you to give them the answer. If you don't, you know how Dutch gets."

Dutch screwed up his face in annoyance, "What do you mean, how I get?"

Hosea opened his mouth in attempt to defuse his best friend but Celina spoke before he could, Arthur now silent with grief over the thought of having a rat in the camp, "You start refusing to trust anyone, Dutch. I tried to tell you a little while ago about the rat and I told you I'll tell you when I need to. I don't- I don't want to mess anything up."

Dutch wrapped his left arm around her waist comfortingly, "I know you're not comfortable with telling us everything, especially so soon after Strauss... I'm telling you now though, now is the time for you tell us who it is." When she said nothing, he continued, "Not telling us at this point is nearly protecting the traitor."

Celina closed her eyes slowly, that's what she was afraid of, right there- being in a position where they wouldn't accept her not telling them. She couldn't, she just couldn't, could she? Choices, there was so many choices as to what and what not to say, so much pressure she felt as if she could crumble beneath it, "I'm not protecting him. I wouldn't ever."

"Him?" It was Arthur who had asked the question.

She hadn't even intended to reveal that detail, it had just slipped out in a way, "Yes... him."

Dutch scooted to the edge of his seat, "Celina, if you just tell us, we can fix this, things will be so much easier."

"You all think that," she ran her hands through her black hair, "None of you are the ones who got Strauss killed last time you tried to help."

Everyone was quiet at that for a moment, Dutch being the one who dared to push, but more softly, "Please, miss Knoll, if you'll just tell us..."

She almost felt like a terrible person, withholding the information as to who was betraying- or would be betraying them in the near future. Was withholding the information right? The three of them were aware what had happened last time she revealed something and that it got Strauss killed. They knew the risks and yet they still all seemed willing to take the risk. "Fine," she ground out the word with no thin layer of attitude, "But if I tell you and it backfires, it's on the three of you. Not me- you. I'm not the one that wanted this and that's not to be forgotten." She made eye contact with each of them, conveying how truly serious she was being, "Understand?" They all nodded, and she took a moment to collect herself, "You guys really want to know who the rat is? It's fucking Micah."

...

A/N: ... It's out, Micah has finally been revealed by Celina as the rat! Things are only going to get more interesting from here.

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