Dutch exchanged a look of subtle amusement with Celina from where they sat across from sheriff Gray's desk. He was drunk, to say the least, so much for a sheriff... "Oh, I agree, Mr. Gray, this town certainly has a great amount of potential."

Bill sat off to the side of the desk, nodding silently in agreement. As for her? She was lucky to not laugh at how fake the two of them were being with the Sheriff. It was hilarious, at least she found it to be, little did the poor sheriff know that he was keeping company with some of the members of possibly the most notorious gang in the wild west.

The door to the sheriff's office opened, Arthur walking in and rolling his eyes at Dutch who was acting like the most pleasant man in the world. Dutch looked up at him from where he sat, excitement in his dark eyes, "And here is my good friend, Arthur Callahan. Boy is a hunter, boy isss a killer! Arthur," he addressed him, "You haven't been officially introduced to Mr- I'm sorry, sheriff Gray."

Sheriff Gray reached out and shook hands with Arthur, Celina watching with great amusement. Sheriff Gray seemed to be quite a fool, "How're you doing, sir?"

Arthur let go of his hand and took a step back, "I'm fine."

"Tough business you boys had."

Dutch looked surprised, "We did?"

The sheriff looked knowingly at Dutch, a bit of empathy in his eyes, "Don't you go pretending around me now, I know first hand how rough life can be." He pointed to Arthur while standing up and walking over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "And this one, I believe was personally wronged, losing his employment like he did." Arthur sent Dutch a look of confusion, "Still, I believe we have enough work for good, honest men." At that, the Sheriff turned and walked out of the building, only to fall flat on his face as soon as he made it out the door, it swinging closed behind him.

Being left alone in the sheriff's office, Celina, Bill, Dutch and Arthur were all finally able to laugh at the disorderly sheriff. It was Celina who voiced what they were all thinking though, "Some sheriff."

Dutch shook his head in mention of Sheriff Gray, "I told you all we was moving up in this world," he grabbed three deputy badges off of the sheriff's desk, "Dep-ut-ies." He proceeded to pin a badge on Arthur, Bill, and then himself.

Celina gestured to Bill in disbelief, "Seriously? You give Bill a badge but not me?"

Bill looked at her as if her comment offended him, "What's what supposed to mean?"

Dutch started at him for a moment as if assessing how stupid he was before waving him off, "Nothing, Bill. She meant nothing by that." He then addressed Celina again, "You know what Sheriff Gray said, you were sitting here, this is what he wanted." He nodded, "A little liquor never dulled a good man's senses."

Arthur inhaled deeply, picking at the badge which Dutch had pinned on him, "You have finally lost your mind."

The leader turned on his heel, looking at his right-hand-man as if he weren't the one thinking clearly, "Amongst these hillbillies, drunkards and slavers? Good honest theives like us are bound to be moralizers."

Celina laughed, "I'm not sure the words, good, honest, and theives really mix."

At that, the door swung back open and in staggered Sheriff Gray, a short laugh slipping from Celina. Dutch looked surprised, gesturing to him in humorous greeting, "Sheriff Gray, you are back!"

The sheriff leaned on a wooden chair, relying on it to hold him up, "There is shine in them woods, and it's costing the county it's good name and this state a whole lot of income. If you boys," he paused, "And lady." He staggered back over to his desk, Dutch moving out of his way with an amused smirk, "If you don't mind rooting this out, I just may make you permanent around here."

Dutch perked up, "Not a problem at all." He looked over at Celina, Arthur, and Bill, "You all heard the man, let's get to getting this town cleaned up."

They exited the sheriff's office quickly then, Arthur climbing into the wagon with Archibald who had been waiting for them outside. Celina, despite herself, mounted her stallion and set her mind on the ironic task at hand... working on the side of the law.

Archibald urged the wagon forward, Celina, Dutch and Bill following. Celina couldn't help but staring at Bill's tank of a horse for a second, it wasn't too often that she was out and about with Bill... she had to say the horse alone would be intimidating to see racing after someone. Seeing Bill notice her staring at his horse, she decided she had to say something, "That's a fine horse, Bill."

Bill nodded at her and grunted in thanks but other than that, she didn't get much of a response. She looked away, rolling her eyes at the big dumb of the group.

"I just want to remind the four of you, there is a chain of command here." It was of course Archibald who spoke from the wagon up front.

Arthur turned around to peer back at the group, "Did you hear that guys? Archibald wants to remind us that he is the one in charge."

Dutch was the first one to acknowledge it, "Of course, who else would be?"

Bill grunted, "Understood."

Celina nodded although Archibald wouldn't be able to see the gesture, "Sounds good to me."

"Glad that's clear," Celina figured the actual deputy was probably nearly yelling so all of them could hear him from where they rode behind him, over the heavy beat of the horses hooves against the dirt road. "How's your friend doing? Staying out of trouble I hope?"

"He sure is." Celina could just barely make out Arthur's answer. It made her wonder if the magician really was behaving himself, somehow, she highly doubted that was the case..

Archibald continued to talk, more to Arthur than anyone really, although Celina could pick out snippets of their conversation. It seemed that Archibald was letting out some information regarding the Braithwaites... likely nothing that she wasn't already aware of, but still, the snippets she caught were rather interesting. Former slave owners... disgusting.

Finally, Archibald slowed the wagon to a stop, having seen a wrecked wagon out from the side of the road. He climbed down from the wagon slowly, "This really doesn't look good, all of you, stay back here."

The four of them did as they were told without question. Celina studied the sight before her, she knew who had done it, the Lemoyne Raiders. She glanced over at Dutch who was staring in the direction of the actual deputy as well, "I'll bet you Archibald concludes it's the Lemoyne Raiders."

He looked over at her, shaking his head, "No can do. I know better than to make such a bet with you."

Celina laughed and looked over at Bill, "Hey, Bill?"

He snapped out of whatever world he was mentally in, "What?"

She pointed at the wrecked wagon, trying to block out the look of amusement from Dutch which almost made her fail at keeping a straight face, "I'll bet you fifty dollars that that scene out there, is blamed on the Lemoyne Raiders. What do you say?"

Bill studied the scene before them as if there were actually a thought in his mind. Finally, he nodded with a grunt, "Fine, it's a bet."

Dutch chipped in, "I wouldn't be surprised if in a few months they look back on this and blame it on us too. That's the thing about being bad guys, you get so much more credit for things than what you really did."

Celina chuckled, watching Archibald wave Arthur over, "You got that right."

Again, it was funny to see the gang acting like genuine good guys, on the side of the law and against men like they truly were... although, Celina didn't believe the gang was evil, they definately weren't wonderful men. Arthur hopped down from the wagon like he had been a lawman for years, walking out to the scene under Archibald's command. She just had to comment, "It's weird to see him checking out a crime instead of committing it."

Bill laughed to her surprise and so did Dutch, "It sure is. These fools in these parts going around making men they've seen twice in their lives deputies."

Celina shook her head, "He hadn't even seen Bill before though, right? He deputized him just cause he was with you?"

Bill nodded although the question wasn't even directed to him, "Yes ma'am."

"And here they come," Dutch nodded towards Arthur and Archibald as they made their way back to them, "Hey, Archibald, who are you thinking did that out there?"

Archibald sighed, "If I were to make the call myself, I'd have to say a gang out here who call themselves the Lemoyne Raiders... they're a ruthless bunch they are, killing good men like that. And for what?"

Dutch attempted to show sympathy towards the situation, his crap easily seen through by anyone who really knew him. For deputy Archibald though, his act wasn't thought of as a lie, not for one second, "I'm very sorry, deputy. We'll get those men for what they've done- what they do. Nothing in this world constitutes such terrible behavior."

Celina forced herself to tear up although Archibald wasn't close enough to see her watery eyes, it would help her perfect the voice, "I'm not sure if you remember, but my husband was killed by the likes of these."

Archibald cast her a small, sympathetic smile as Dutch reached out and patted her shoulder comfortingly, "I am so sorry for your loss miss."

Celina shook her head and then nodded, "Thank you, mister. And thank you for letting me come along, I just can't bare to be apart from my dear Hoagy... I- I just fear something awful happening to him too."

"I assure you miss," Archibald stood to the side of the wagon, having stopped to hold eye contact with her before climbing up and into it, "All of us on the side of the law are going to do our best to ensure nothing like what you had to go through will ever happen again." He then climbed up into the wagon, Arthur climbing in after him and then the group started off once more.

Celina glanced back at Bill, "I'll be expecting you to pay up when we get back home."

"I know, I know."

Celina laughed and Dutch spoke to Bill as well, "What were you thinking, making a bet that heavy, Bill? Obviously she was comfortable enough to make it."

Bill sounded irritated, his voice picking up it's signature whine, "I don't know, I wasn't thinking is all."

Dutch maintained his pace right by Celina, "Oh, is that so?" The comment made Celina snort in amusement.

"Bill whined again, shut up, Dutch, just focus on what you're doing, would ya?"

The leader chuckled but relented, falling into silence like the others for the rest of the ride.

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"This is it," Archibald brought the wagon to a stop by the trees surrounding the swamp and quickly but quietly climbed down from the wagon along with Arthur. Celina, Dutch and Bill dismounted their horses and made their way through a few trees before crouching down behind some shrubbery to avoid being seen.

Archibald spoke, peering out from the shrubbery and scoping the area with experienced eyes, "There looks to be a couple men both to the right and left, we'll have to split up and take them out quietly. No killing. Just tie them up and bring them back out to the wagon."

The four of them nodded, Dutch speaking, "Archibald and I will take the right, Arthur, Bill, you two take the left. Celina, you shouldn't be left over here alone, who do you want to go with?"

Celina looked between the two options quickly, she felt as if she would be less stressed going with Arthur and Bill. There would be too much pressure if she went with Dutch, she needed to be able to stay calm and think rationally just in the case something would go wrong, "I'll go with Arthur."

Dutch's brows rose in surprise but he nodded, not questioning her choice, "Alright, so you will."

She, Bill and Arthur parted ways from Dutch and Archibald, going off in their decided directions. Bill led the way, Celina finding it funny to see such a large man trying to move about undetected, "We stay low and we stay quiet. Understood?"

Arthur snickered, "Yes, deputy Williamson."

"Oh, shut up."

Celina rolled her eyes, was this why the saying 'girls mature faster than boys' had been around so long? She thought so. For her, she was just excited to be a part of some legal action for once, "Would you two stop bickering? We need to focus."

Bill scoffed back at her, "Who died and put you in charge?"

Her retort was quick and sharp, "You if you don't shut your trap."

Arthur chuckled and Celina looked around in mild concern, if those fools got them noticed with their immaturity... She knew she should have went with Dutch and Archibald. Saying no more, the three of them made their way across the swamp, Celina screwing up her nose in disgust at the repugnant smell of the water. Even with her newfound plan to shower immediately upon getting back into town, she was convinced the smell would be one to linger, at least a day or so.

The three of them stopped behind the raised bank, using it to hide from the man on the ground just above them. Arthur spoke, his voice a whisper, "Bill, do you want to take him out, or so you want me to?"

"You get him, Arthur, I'll tie him."

Arthur nodded and crept up the bank slowly, Celina and Bill staying where they were for a moment before moving up the back themselves, Bill expertly hog-tying the man in seconds. "There's one more over there, Arthur," Bill pointed a little ways away, "I'll take him out and we can meet Dutch over by the wagon."

Arthur nodded and stayed crouched next to the unconscious body, Celina crouched next to Arthur, the balls of her feet hurting due to the position, "This is about to turn into a shoot-out, Arthur. Right after you come back other here and blow up that moonshine."

Arthur took a deep breath, "Of course it will."

Celina nodded, "Get used to it, because we're going to be seeing a lot of it within these next months. It's only going to get worse, but I'm hoping we'll all get through it. You guys just have to trust me."

He kept his eyes trained on Bill as he approached, standing straight and tall with the man he had knocked out slung over his shoulder. Celina and Arthur stood up as well, taking Bill's actions as a sign that the coast was clear for the time being. Arthur slung the unconscious man in front of himself over his own shoulder and followed behind Bill, Celina bringing up the rear, staring down into the disgusting water as they crossed one of the swamps bridges. Who knew what was in there? She for one couldn't say she wanted to find out.

Celina smiled naturally upon seeing leaning against the wagon and smoking the pipe she had gotten him all those weeks back. Archibald gave them a small wave upon seeing the unconscious men being successfully hauled in, "You can just drop them down there next to the other two." Bill and Arthur nonchalantly did just that, Celina cringing, seeing how harshly the drops seemed.

Bill pointed out to the shack they had passed, filled with moonshine, "They've got a stash out there, what would you like us to do with it, boss?" It was unclear as to whether he was referring to Dutch or Archibald at the moment.

Nonetheless, Archibald answered his question, "Law says we really should destroy it."

Arthur nodded, "I'll give it a good blast with that dynamite we've got."

Dutch nodded, "Alright, you do that, Bill, cover him."

Bill nodded in turn and Celina made to head back to the stash with them but Dutch caught her by her arm, "Where are you going?"

Celina shrugged, "I thought maybe they could use my help." In reality, she knew that although neither of them would be shot, they would most definately be able to use her help. After all, she wanted to prove her place in the gang and she couldn't just go around telling everyone in it that she had seen the potential future. She would have to look useful to those who were in the dark about that somehow.

Dutch tilted his head to the side slightly, assessing her situation. She could tell he wanted to tell her know, but she could also tell that if he said no, he wasn't sure she'd listen to him. With a heavy, reluctant sigh, Dutch nodded, "Stay with Arthur and Bill, don't do anything stupid."

She smirked and nodded before doing a mock curtsy, "Yes, your majesty." Dutch rolled his eyes and Celina laughed before leaving him with Archibald, following Bill and Dutch. The reason she was so adamant about going with them? Just to try to make sure her telling Arthur what was going to happen wouldn't effect anything, it was a small detail... but yet she thought tipping off Dutch about Cornwall was a small detail... She just wanted to be safe.

"Ok, Bill, you stay back here, Celina, you stay with him, I'm gonna plant the dynamyte and we'll make a run for it. Hopefully we can avoid any trouble." Arthur proceeded to the stash which was back over where he had taken out the first moonshiner.

Bill observed the area, looking for any sign that they weren't alone, "I think we should be good."

Celina kept watch herself, looking for where people could be hiding. There were other people out there with them, that was for sure, "Don't let your guard down, Bill."

Arthur came running back past them upon planting the dynamyte, "Run."

Celina and Bill did just as directed, running as quickly as possible away from the site which was set to explode at any second. Just as the three of them were crossing the bridge, it happened, the ground around them shaking violently as the moonshine went up in flames, almost knocking the three of them to their feet.

Celina almost thought that the trouble they were going to run into may not come and that it may have been a detail Rockstar added to the game just for entertainment. She was quickly proven wrong though when she heard the voice of one of the moonshiners, "Get them! They just blew our stash!"

Immediately, the trio took cover, Bill behind the nearest tree, Celina behind a stack of wooden crates and Arthur behind another tree. People charged out at them before taking cover themselves, shooting wildly in their direction.

Celina fired upon getting an opportunity to get a shot in on one but the bullet whizzed by their head. She cursed to herself quietly, it would be a while yet before she was anywhere near a good shot such as Arthur.

One of the boys shot that man, and she joined them in shooting the others. It was Bill who made the call upon missing a shot on someone in the distance, "Move up!"

They did just that, Celina taking cover behind some more crates right beside Bill and Arthur hiding behind another tree. The shooting continued of course, with Celina growing agitated, keeping it to herself though when she missed someone three times in a row, Bill ending up shooting her target for her.

He seemed to know why she wasn't shooting all too well, "You're nervous, stay calm. This is why us men are the ones who do the dirty work."

"Shut up, Bill." To her satisfaction, just as another opponent poked his head out from cover, Celina fired a clean shot right through his head, killing him instantly and sending him crumpling to the ground. As if that weren't enough to float her ego, she shot the next man as well, in the same fashion.

Arthur chuckled, keeping his focus ahead for anyone else, "Turns out she just has to get mad."

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A/N: Another longer chapter! Hope you guys enjoy and as usual, comments are greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dead Redemption 1 or 2 or anything associated with it.