John emerged from the water and came across Tonto sitting at the bank of the river. He approached him but Tonto suddenly said, "Not much fun being pushed off iron horse now?" John shook his head and replied, "Don't even mention that again!" John found his hat and dried it off. He sat next to Tonto in silence before he broke it saying, "Why would a relative kill one of their own? What purpose would that serve?" Tonto replied, "Same reason Wendigo cut out-" He was cut off by the sound of something hitting hard on the water. They both turned to the sound as more hit the water. John got up and squinted in the direction of the sound. He saw that it was people hitting it. John tilted his head and muttered, "What the...?"

Blake didn't feel the pain of her hitting the water. She couldn't feel anything at all. Her eyes fluttered opened and she could see only darkness and nothing else. Not even Butch trying to rescue her. Butch grabbed her wrist and brought her back up to the surface and gasped for air. He supported her on his shoulder and swam to shore quickly. A couple guys from her gang already made it to the shore and waited for Butch with a half-dead Blake.

He made it and he quickly placed Blake on the ground. "Blake! C'mon, kiddo! Breathe!" he muttered while pressing down on her chest. Freighter decided to loosely untie her corset and he hoped that would get the water out of her lungs. He gently pushed Butch out of the way and went with his plan. After he got it undone, Butch returned to his attempt to revive Blake. He felt his voice go hoarse as he thought Blake wasn't waking up. "Blake, I swear ta God, doncha dare do this to me! Donchu dare!" After the third round of compressions, Blake coughed up the water and a little blood. The gangs gave a sigh of relief.

Blake, however, began to breath heavily, like she had asthma. Butch held her and said, "Yer gonna make it, kid. Yer gonna make it, kid...!" Blake weakly turned to him and muttered, "I... I dunno... I-If I can..." Edgar could feel the rising anger in Butch as he exclaimed in a hoarse voice, "Kid! I already lost one person in my life! I am not gonna risk losing you! You better not die on me!" Scuzz and Walliwitz witnessed everything from behind and Walliwitz whispered, "Wh-what's goin' on?" Scuzz shook his head and replied, "I-I... I don'-don'-don'-don' know, Walli..." Walliwitz looked up to him and saw that he was on the verge of crying. "Are you... Are you gonna cry?" Scuzz looked at him and noticed his own eyes were watering and he wiped them and added, "S-S-Sorry…I… I didn' mean-mean-mean ta do tha'..."

Suddenly, a voice called out: "'Ello? Any one of you out there?" Heads turned as they saw Dr. Ambrose Davison appear with a lantern. Davison saw that Butch was holding Blake and asked, "Do you have her?" Butch slowly stood up and turned to him, Blake in his arms. Davison motioned to follow him. Butch followed Davison into the woods and as he was walking, he heard Blake talk in a croaky voice, "Why'd ya do that…?" He didn't understand what she meant by that.

"Whaddya mean?...," he asked.

"I mean: Why did ya call me yer-"

"Blake, don't even mention it. I didn't know what I was thinkin'," he quickly replied. She never spoke about it again.

Davison called out, "Cavendish!" Butch saw that the doctor had a tent set up (he assumed it was a makeshift hospital). He led Butch inside and had him place Blake on a cot. Davison put the lantern down and searched for his surgical tools while Butch stayed by her side. He watched as she coughed up more blood and curled up in pain. It killed him to see her in this state. He heard Davison announce from behind him, "Looks like this should be everything. I'll take it from here, Cavendish!" But Butch never moved. "Cavendish, you must leave." He looked up to the doctor tiredly. Davison could tell he was trying hard to hide the fact that he truly cared for her. He put down his tools and put a hand on Butch's shoulder saying, "I'll do my best to save her."

Feeling that he would, Butch got up and left the tent. But before he left, he stopped, turned to Davison and said, "You better do it, doc." He left once he finished his sentence. Davison stared off into space before hearing Blake cough. He quickly turned and proceeded to save her life. "Don't you worry, Ms. Thuuman, I'll make this as quick as possible," he assured her as he took out a surgical knife and tweezers.

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Freighter, Jake and Walliwitz set up a fire and got themselves warmed up after getting out of the cold river. The camp was quiet while Butch took Blake to Davison's "hospital". Their minds were focused on getting Blake back on her feet and getting business done with Joe and Cole; by that the gangs would have to assassinate them. They heard a twig snap and the gang snapped their heads to that direction. Butch appeared from the shadows and to the light of the fire. They were at ease. "H-How's Bla-Bla-Blake doin'?" asked Scuzz. Butch looked at him but didn't say a word. Scuzz turned back to the fire worriedly.

Suddenly, Butch asked, "Anyone got a damn thing o' whiskey?" Nobody did or say anything to respond, except for Scuzz. "I-I-I got one...," he said pulling out a small flask from his pocket. He tossed it to Butch and he drank the whole thing. He threw the empty flask by Scuzz's feet once he was done. He never made eye contact with any of the men staring at him wondering if he thought Blake would be alright soon. Next thing they knew, a scream came from the distance. They all turned their heads to that direction, a look of worry cloaking their faces. Freighter turned his head last; he felt that he knew Blake would not be alright.

At the tent, Blake clutched her bullet wounds protesting Davison's medical help. "Would ya get that damn thing away from me?!" she yelled in a raspy voice. Davison fought back and said, "Blakely! You are putting your own life at risk! I am not willing to lose another life now, for God's sake!" Blake glared at him and said weakly, "The hell makes ya think usin' tha' God forsaken tool on me when-"

Out of impulse, Davison pulled out the knife that he had from his cane, pointed it to her throat and remained silent. The two stared into each other's eyes angrily in silence. Davison spoke up and hissed, "I don't want to play the villain here… But it was upon Butch's request that you will cooperate and allow me to get those goddamn bullets out of you! Is that understood?!" She never said a word as she slowly laid back down. Davison put the knife back into the cane, brought back the surgical tools, grinned and said, "I knew you had some respect in you." She just glared at him.

The men had already put their attention back to the glowing flames in silence. Though peaceful and ominous, Jake was itching to ask Butch a question about Blake. He spoke up. "Why'd ya call 'er that?" he asked. Butch remained silent and didn't make eye contact with the Scot. "I said: Why'd ya call her that?" Butch denied it saying, "Call her what?!" Jake clenched his fist, got up, and grabbed Butch's collar and said, "Ya better answer me straight, ya dreich bassa! Somethin's been goin' on 'tween you an' ou' boss! Now you betta tell me what it is, er I'll-"

"WHAT THE HELL MORE DO YA WANT OTHER THAN THAT SHE WAS LIKE MY DAUGHTER?!"

He stopped. Jake looked at him in a way that he was shocked but he was satisfied enough knowing he got his answer.

Butch got out of Jake's grip and sat back down, putting his head against his hand out of frustration. He sighed heavily and said, "I'm jes' sickly worried 'bout her… The kid's been through Hell in th' past, an' she's done her best not to go and relive everythin' she's been tryin' to escape from. An' now- I dunno if she's gonna be okay…" Jake stood there not wanting to believe Cavendish but at the same time he did. "So why'd you decide to tell us this now?! That's what I don' understand!" Jake said. Butch glanced up to him and replied, "Thought you'd get our drift by now... Guess she was righ' 'bout cha."

Back at the tent, Davison carefully removed the second bullet from Blake; and while he really didn't have any narcotics to numb the pain, Blake seemed to endure it more and more. Once the bullet was out, he placed the bloodied slug in a small dish and came back for the last bullet.

"Whaddya mean by that?" Jake asked. Butch took his time to respond. "You ain't nothin' but a hellova stubborn sexual tyrannosaur. At least from what I've been seein'," was Butch's response. Jake felt offended by it, but at the same time he knew that was right. He always let his sexual pleasure get in the way.

Blood was suddenly gushing from Blake as Davison was retrieving the last slug in her. By reflex, he grabbed a damp towel and put it on top of the wounds. Davison felt that the bullet must have just barely nicked her heart as he was getting it out. He quickly put the slug in the dish and tended the wounds.

"Guess boss ain't lyin' 'bout all o' us..." Freighter stated out loud. The men turned to him. "But besides her bein' a backstabber an' a pushover, she knew what she was doin'. She's got not only brains but she's got guts," Freighter finished.

Davison retrieved the bandages and phenol and treated her bullet wounds. The phenol stung the wounds but Davison assured her that it would be over with soon. He later told her to get rested and let the medicine do its work. Blake followed his command without protest. She turned to her side but came back to facing up after feeling the pain of the medicine on the wounds. Davison looked back at her, grinned softly, and exited the tent. When he left, Blake could feel her heart beat slow down. Her body felt numb and limp. She tried to call Davison back but her voice never came up. Her eyes closed once her vision went black.

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"...So that's why Blake's the way she is...?" Frank wondered. Butch nodded his head after he explained to her gang Blake's past. If she were right there, she wouldn't have told them her true story. But it was Butch who did it, not Blake. "Yeah... She never was comf'r'ble talkin' about it. She hated that life so much, she prob'ly would've taken her own life if she had th' chance. Thank God she didn't...," Butch muttered.

"I knew she was pretty secretive 'bout alotta things... But now I understand why she never said anythin' about slavery whenever the topic's brought up," Freighter commented, knowing that he ahd been through that before the war. "It-It sounds s-sick," commented Scuzz. Butch agreed, "Yeah, well, whatever those low life bastards had done ta her, they got what they deserved."

Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping startled the men a little, making them draw their guns. "It's only me, gentlemen!" called out a British voice. A recognizeable voice. It was Davison. The men lowered their guns immediately, knowing that he had news on Blake's surgery and recovery. "I only came to tell you about Blakely!" Scuzz was the one to speak up first. "Wh-Wh-Wha- How's B-Blake doin'?" he asked. Davison gave him a grin and said, "She should be alright as of this minute. Hopefully she can lift herself off the cot. But I must tell you, she will be very exhausted due to blood loss. So no running or any other sort of fast movements."

The men smiled and-or gave a sigh of relief from the news. Butch told him, "Knew I could count on you, doc...!" Davison tipped his hat and told them all to sleep and returned to the tent.

Upon Davison's return, he heard a voice coming from within the tent. He hurriedly went in to see who had gotten in the tent. He entered and saw a dark figure looking over Blake. The figure kept speaking to her in a low voice. Davison hesitantly interrupted the person speaking to her saying, "Wh-Who are you?" The figure stopped talking, stood up, and turned around. Davison gave a sigh of relief once he saw that it was just Lamia. "Sorry I interrupted your little talk with her," he said, walking to his chair, "But as you can tell, she's asleep. And she really needs that." He set his cane down by the little desk.

The British spiritman lowered his head and muttered, "Understood..." Davison replied, "You can join the gang. They are bound to be asleep by now." He went straight to sleep after noting Lamia the information.

Lamia stood by Blake's cot before departing, saying, "I know you won't be able to be with them again for quite sometime... But it's for the best."

He left the tent in silence.