Charles approached Dutch with a look of dread written upon his face as the Native American had just rode into camp with no one other than the son of Rains Fall- Eagle Flies. Not only did he have a look of dread on his face, but he looked tired, so very tired, "Dutch," he started, interrupting Dutch and Celina's game of chess.

Dutch looked up from the table, "Well hello there, Charles." Dutch greeted him warmly before his gaze fell onto the young native boy standing beside him, "Who's your friend?"

"This is Eagle Flies, son of the great Chief Rains Fall." Charles sucked in a deep breath, "Arthur and I helped him before, acted as Mercenaries on his behalf."

Dutch stood up from his seat and shook the boys hand, "Dutch Van Der Linde, what brings you here?"

Eagle Flies began to explain, "This government, they've done us wrong to the point they've taken our horses on top of everything else they've put us through." Eagle Flies licked his lips and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "Without horses we can't hunt and without hunting we'll starve. There's not enough of us to go and reclaim them."

Dutch shook his head in empathy, at least Celina hoped it was true empathy, "Who exactly took them and where, son?"

"Colonel Favours, he took them up to Fort Wallace to the best of our knowledge." He looked hopeful as if he could feel like Dutch was interested in helping, "This is an act of war."

Dutch nodded in agreement and Celina stared at him worried, "I can see that." He then put his hand up, "That does not mean you take the bait, son. That never means you take the bait. You've got to do what's best for your people which is keeping them safe." Dutch glanced over at Charles who looked impressed and surprised at his words before making eye contact with Eagle Flies, "We will not be holed up here much longer but we would be more than happy to head out with you to round up some new horses for your tribe."

Celina finally released the breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding in that moment, relief washing over her at once. Eagle Flies stared at Dutch for a moment, his reaction obviously not being as expected, "Would you really not reclaim your own horses if you were in our shoes?"

Dutch shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid I can't say I wouldn't, but at this point it would not sit well with me to leave you and your people in a worse situation than what you've come to me in. So," he gestured to the camp's horses, "We have plenty, should we head out now?"

The boy hesitated for a moment but then nodded with a sigh, seeing that that was going to be the only help he got and that it was, after all, better than nothing, "Thank you, Mr. Van Der Linde."

Dutch chuckled and clapped him on the shoulder warmly, "You are welcome." He winked at Celina, seeing the smile on her face at his actions and then scanned the camp for the person he needed, "Arthur!" He yelled on his direction upon spotting him, "Ride with Charles, Eagle Flies and I, we have some horses to round up."

"Wait," Celina stood up as well as Arthur approached, "I want to go too. I've never done anything like this before, sounds fun."

Dutch cast her a look of concern, "Are you in shape to do so with your stomach?"

Celina waved him off without much of a concern, "It's already healed back together, it hurts, but it's healed. I want to come."

Dutch shook his head despite himself, "Why do I feel like I don't have much of a say in whether you do or don't?"

Celina smiled mischeviously at him and joined them in walkimg out to the horses, "Because you don't."

The leader simply chuckled at her answer but did not attempt to argue in the slightest with the adamant woman, over the last few months he had learned that doing that was nearly pointless, "Ok then, come along."

Celina smiled as she approached Bullet, scratching his neck in greeting and removing an apple from his saddle bag before giving him it and then climbing up onto his back, "You're a good boy, aren't you?" She ran her fingers through his mane feeling a twinge of disappointment at knowing she wouldn't be able to sneak him on the boat to Tahiti.

"Ok," Charles announced, "Let's go see if we can find some horses."

...

They rode for a decent amount of time before spotting a herd of about seven horses, mustangs from what Celina could tell, "Ok," Charles kept his voice low and looked over at Eagle Flies who was on one of the camp's few spare horses, "If each of us catch one I'm sure you can all use them to catch more, that'll be the goal for the day."

Eagle Flies nodded and on the count of three, the five of them rode forwards towards the herd, swinging their lassos over their heads to build momentum as they rode. Dutch was actually the first one to lasso a horse, a grulla stallion, he climbed off The Count and slowly approached the lassoed horse in attempt to calm it down. Arthur soon following his lead as he lassoed a horse himself.

Celina allowed herself to look back at him for a second as she chased the bay one she was after, seeing him manage to mount the untamed stallion. She laughed to herself never before thinking that she would see the day when Dutch Van Der Linde was caught breaking a wild horse.

The woman launched her lasso at the mare she continued to pursue but missed to her disappointment. It was even more disappointing on her end when Charles rode by her and lassoed it for her. She sighed, and slowed Bullet to a stop to watch Charles in action as he approached the horse and mounted it.

She looked back over at Dutch as well just in time to see the horse stop bucking him... so much and surrender some control to him. She shook her head when he gave her an amused smile and went back to watching Charles hang onto the mares mane to help keep his balance as she twisted and bucked.

As useless as she felt just sitting there and watching at that point, expecially as Eagle Flies rode up on the only paint of the herd, she was glad that she hadn't done something stupid once mounting a horse, it was clear the men around her definately had some experience.

Charles, upon obtaining control over the mare, hopped off of her and walked over to Celina's horse, tying the other end of the lasso to her saddle, "If you'll lead her back to the reservation with the rest of us, that would be helpful," he explained, "I'm going to go see if I can't catch one more."

Celina nodded, looking over the healthy seeming mare as she tossed her head in protest of being restrained, "I'm sorry, I can't lasso worth crap."

Charles shook his head, "No need to be sorry, this helps enough."

"If you say so." Celina turned Bullet around and headed back in the direction of Dutch and Eagle Flies who had decided to ride off a little ways, "Charles is catching another horse since I suck and couldn't catch my own."

Dutch laughed at her, "Don't be too hard on yourself, it's your first time."

Celina shrugged and assessed the horses Dutch, Arthur and Eagle Flies had tied to their saddles, "They're nice looking horses. Can tell the two of you didn't have any problems."

"Well I would hope not," Dutch patted The Count's neck in praise, "I've been doing this for years despite what everyone else may think. It seems to come as a surprise that ol'Dutch knows how to break a horse."

Celina nodded in agreement with a smirk on her face, she knew that he hadn't been wanting her to agree, "Well, it kinda is a surprise... you just don't seem like the type."

Dutch looked at her challengingly although there was a twinkle in his eye proving that he was playing with her, "What ever do you mean by that?"

"Oh..." she trailed off with a smirk, "I don't know." Eagle Flies looked between the two of them in amusement at their exchangement. Celina continued on toying with the leader, "Just... the way you dress... the way you look and act."

"Mmm hmm," Dutch narrowed his dark eyes at her, "Very funny, Miss Knoll, very funny." She could tell that he was trying not to laugh himself, it was so blatantly obvious, "I think you and I will be having a talk when we get back to camp."

Celina raised a brow suggestively in interest, "A talk? What kind of talk do you mean?"

Arthur groaned at the thought of what they were referring to by 'a talk' and Eagle Flies had obviously had enough of their flirtation, "There's Charles," he pointed to his friend as he approached them on a chestnut mare, drawing Celina and Dutch's attention to him.

Charles called out to them as he came closer, "Ok," he breathed, "Let's get these horses up to the res."

...

Rains Fall was such a gracious wonderful man, just how RDR2 had made him out to be and it pained Celina even more having met him to know what he and his people were going though- what they were subject to go through because of the American government for the rest of their lives. To be frank, it was sickening.

They hadn't stayed long and in the bit of time they had stayed, Rains Fall had been speaking to Arthur and Charles mostly about a meeting he had set up with Colonel Favours for later in that evening to discuss new grounds for a possible peace treaty.

Of course, Celina knew now that would go for the most part. Colonel Favours had no intention, absolutely no intention in negotiating peace with the natives as he tried to make it seem. Of course she hadn't mentioned anything about it.

That said, Charles and Arthur had made the decision to hang back and attend the meeting as a favor to the good chief. Celina and Dutch doubting that they were going to be needed, had made the decision to head back to camp after giving the tribe a warm goodbye.

Celina rode alongside Dutch, thinking about all he wanted to do before the boat came the next day, "It's evening as it is, we're not going to have time to blow up that bridge that you're wanting to, Dutch. I mean, with the boat coming in tomorrow, what's the point?"

"The point is," Dutch spoke as if the answer should be obvious to everyone, "We blow up the bridge tomorrow morning and the law will never expect for us to be leaving from the area we're actually holed up in. The last thing they'll expect is for us to be heading into Saint Denis."

Celina thought about it for a moment and tried to make sense of his logic, "If we had more time before the boat would come it may make sense... if we were staying where we currently are for a few more days... but we're not. And trust me, as it is now, no one will be expecting us to show up in Saint Denis."

Dutch shook his head, "I'm not sure about that."

She took a deep breath, "Dutch, have you hit your head?"

Dutch looked at her in annoyance, "No, I haven't hit my head, are you implying something?"

"Well... yeah. I am, cause you're not making any sense. Think rationally and let's get the heck out of here."

...

"First you want to blow up a bridge so that no one thinks we're anywhere near Saint Denis and then you want to actually show up in Saint Denis to see that Colm O'Driscoll is hung?" Celina drug her hand over her face in exasperation, "Just hang tight for one more day, Dutch and we can leave this whole country and Colm behind us."

Dutch set his jaw and stared straight ahead, "We will be in disguise."

Sadie nodded, "Real quiet like. I need to see Colm hang, after what those damn O'Driscolls did to my Jakey."

Arthur took a deep breath, starring into the campfire from where he sat on a log next to Sadie holding her hand, "I understand that both of you have your reasons for wanting to see him hang, but-" Arthur shrugged, "I have to agree with Celina on this one, "If we're trying to escape out of Saint Denis the last thing we need is for something to go wrong and cause attention to be drawn to ourselves down there all over again. If we do, we'll never make it onto that boat."

Sadie huffed and Dutch did not look pleased at all. Celina dared to speak through the tension, "So can we please let this slide and just board the damn boat like we were planning to before? Except the bridge, forget the bridge."

Dutch chewed on his bottom lip, Celina could tell that he was trying to keep himself from saying somethimg stupid by doing so. Still, even then, it didn't seem to work too well, "I have a plan."

"I know that you have a plan, Dutch, you always have a plan." Celina rolled her eyes at him, "Question you should be asking yourself is whether or not your plan is actually a good one." She knew she was making him mad by what she was saying but at the current point, she really couldn't bring herself to care all that much.

"The question I should be asking? Is it a good one?" Dutch stood to his feet, his blood pressure quickly rising in anger and making his face go red.

"Now, Dutch," Arthur stood to his feet as well, "Please," he tried to reason, "She shouldn't have put it like that but just think about this for a good minute, sleep on it. I mean," he laughed shortly, "We leave tomorrow. Let's not risk losing our chance to escape over Colm O'Driscoll. That's what he would want, you know that, for us to miss our passage out of here."

Dutch shook his head and forced himself to walk away, leaving Sadie, Arthur and Celina by themselves to stare after him. Celina groaned at the way that conversation had went and made eye contact with Sadie, "Sadie, you and Dutch obviously want to see Colm hang more than anyone else. I'm telling you that this isn't a good idea." Celina held her gaze, "Please talk to him and try to get him to change his mind about this. You may be the only one who can.. if we're spotted in the city then there's no way we're going to get onto that boat. We may as well say goodbye to any chance of escaping to Tahiti."

Sadie crossed her arms across her chest and looked guarded as to what Celina was saying but didn't attempt to interrupt, "I understand your reason for wanting to see Colm hang... I do. That had to be absolutely awful to lose the man you love. You know though that killing Colm is never going to bring back your husband. You're a smart woman, Sadie. You are, and Dutch, he's a smart man but this revenge game you're trying to play... it's not going to work, not now. Please don't choose it over our freedom. If we don't leave now," Celina shook her head, "When will we? How many more people are going to die by the hands of the law? You know they're going to end up closing in on us, they will if we don't get out of here."

Sadie looked over to Arthur who showed no sign of disagreeing with anything Celina had to say in the slightest and she sighed, "I'll-" Sadie wanted to see Colm hang, she really did, for what had happened to Jake. She didn't really care what happened to herself, not after losing him, Sadie Adler was ok with dying at any moment since it would mean that she'd be with Jakey again. Even with that though, she didn't feel like she could in in good conscious risk the freedom and lives of people who were friends to her... including Arthur who was more in order to see Colm die. It wasn't right and unfortunately, being the a woman who cared about right and wrong when it came to peoole she cared about... felt as if she had to do what she deemed as right despite her own feelings of pure hatred towards Colm O'Driscoll.

So, at that, no matter how much it made her blood boil to think about possibly letting Colm go free, she nodded. "Ok," she released a long sigh, "Fine, I'll try to talk to him about it."

Celina felt she could breathe again at that and wondered for a moment how the amount of stress Dutch caused her hadn't already started giving her grey hair. She nodded her thanks, "Thank you, I really appreciate it... all of us do."

"You're welcome." Sadie stood up then and walked away in the direction Dutch had went.

"Well," Arthur said once left alone with Celina, "That could have went worse."

Celina took a slow, deep breath and exhaled slowly as well in attempt to calm herself down, "Yea, could have went worse." She cracked her knuckles and stood up as well, "I think I'm going to go hunting in the morning, make sure we all got good, full bellies and some food packed away for the trip."

Arthur nodded, "That's a good idea, making sure we have food to eat. We've all seen how your temper is when you're hungry."

Celina let herself laugh at that and gave a small shrug, "Just one of those things."

Arthur chuckled deeply at her use of his usual excuse, "I see what you did there."

"Oh, did you now?"

Arthur nodded, "Certainly did."

"Dutch Van Der Linde! Show yourself with your hands up or we will start shooting." Celina felt her heart sink past her stomach and to the mud beneath her boots when she looked over in the direction of the voice and saw agent Milton along with his even worse half, "Dutch Van Der Linde, I've come with an army to take you away. Step out of cover and no one will be hurt."

Celina and Arthur both tensed, ready to jump behind cover at any moment. Without doubt a fight was going to go down and a lot of people were going to lose their lives. Celina just hoped and prayed that no one in the gang would be killed.

Dutch's voice could be heard as he shouted from wherever he was. He of course wasn't going to come out of cover, he was too smart for that, "Agent Milton, I suggest you turn around and leave, as of tomorrow we will be out of this country permanately never to return. It would be senseless to have your men to lay down their lives in attempt to bring me to justice."

Milton was obviously trying to pinpoint where Dutch's voice was coming from, "If you surrender then your gang can have three days to flee from the country. If there here after that, they're ours as well. I'm afraid that's the best we can do."

"Then I'm afraid, Mr. Milton, that we are going to have to," his next word was a cue to the gang, "Fight!"

At that word everyone immediately took cover, outlaws and law and the shooting began. Celina took cover behind one of the supply wagons with Arthur, them shooting from either side of it. She called over to him, "Looks like we didn't get out of here in time." She couldn't help to, as she fired at the law, think about the game and that in the game, this would be close enough in time to the final time Arthur fought on the side of the gang before fleeing with John and pretty much being killed by the hands of Micah..

Arthur gave a short, sarcastic laugh at her comment between shots, "You don't say."

There were a lot, and Celina meant a lot of law filing into the camp at a rapid pace, the gang doing their best to keep them from advancing too close to them but it was almost impossible. They just kept coming closer and closer, pushing up to a point that had the gang moving back. Celina felt tears prick at her eyes. Maybe this was it, maybe because she had changed things, everyone was going to get killed even earlier than they would have been had she done nothing.

She could just barely hear Dutch shout above the gunfire that they needed to move back into the caves. For once, she thought that his plan sounded like a good one and at once, she and Arthur turned around and made a break for the cave, hoping above anything else that they all made it out alive.

The gang ran through the cave quickly, not looking back unless it was to fire off a shot at the law. As much as they cared for one another, in that moment it was about getting themselves out of there alive. Then after, and only after would they stop to worry about where anyone else was.

The dash through the cave was intense to say the least, bullets bouncing off of the caves walls and nearly flying into people, several of the gang taking cover for a moment and shooting down some of the law. Celina fought against her natural amount of stamina as she pushed on, refusing to slow down. To slow down, to let the law catch up would mean death, she couldn't help but look back though at the sound of a scream and see Molly O'Shea shot down to the ground. As dark as the thought was, she couldn't help but feel relief at the fact that it was she who had been shot and no one else... not to her knowledge at least.

Celina focused her gaze on Dutch as he ran up ahead, motioning to the left and then to the right as he instructed them to split up how they deemed appropriate, yelling to them all about meeting up in the second place they had been camped out at after making it out of the Grizzlies. Of course he wouldn't say the old camp near Valentine, no, that would be much to obvious to any law who could possibly overhear. As it was, they were filling into the tunnels themselves.

Celina, not daring to split away from Dutch and take the chance of something happening to him, she split off from the others in the same direction he did. Really, they didn't have a choice but to split up, not with the amount of law that was currently on their tail, they had to thin them out somehow.

The way Dutch had broke off to was the left with Bill, Javier, Hosea, Karen and Mary Beth. The others either broke off to the right or went straight. Hopefully the plan would work, hopefully the law would split up to the point that they were manageable for every one of the three smaller grouos.

Celina gasped for breath as she ran, the light at the end of the cave giving her hope that maybe, just maybe she would be able to make it to her horse before she found that she just couldn't run anymore. It was very clear to her at that point that as soon as they were again free from the law, she would have to start working out at least somewhat, just incase she found herself in a situation like the present in the future. Really, it was terrible.

With seat rolling down her face like nobody's business, she broke out into the open from the exit of the cave and mounted Bullet who was waiting for her like the loyal horse he was, as was everyone else's horses waiting for them.

"Ok," Dutch panted as he climbed onto the back of the count, sounding pretty out of shape himself which Ceiina guessed was probably due to all the smoking he did, "Let's shake these law men and get back to the rest of the gang. How I hope they are all ok."

No one argued. And as it seemed, everyone was too busy catching their breath from one of the runs of their lives to be bothered to do anything but ride off with Dutch as he led them away from their compromised camp as quickly as possible.

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A/N: Ok guys, thoughts on this chapter? Too tired to type out proper A/N but I'm going to post this anyway. Hope you enjoyed!

Oh, and there's been several people, mostly on now asking me if they have permission to make fan art for this story, the answer is a solid yes! I'd love that :)

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