"So, exactly why are we here, again?" Blake asked, her mask covering her face except her eyes. The squad had just taken a day and a half long journey back to a circus freak show called Hell on Wheels. For Davison, it was a bit of a fright to see; to Blake, it had no affect on her whatsoever to see all these "freaks". Tonto replied plainly, "Must find Red again." John simplified it to them, "He means that she might know something more about our Joe guy."

Blake shrugged and said, "Sounds good ta me." They haven't even reached the man with the skeleton puppet before they saw a Presbyterian preacher yelling out remarks about God's punishment to the freak show. John cringed when the preacher got closer to them when he started yelling out, "Evil. EVIL!"

"Crazy nut...," Blake muttered.

The gang found the brothel and was greeted by a large bearded black man named Homer wearing only a vest, hat and pants. They got off their horses and went inside the tent. "You two again?!" the man suddenly said. Davison and Blake turned to John and Tonto and raised an eyebrow. "Look. We need to see Red again! It's... Pretty important-"

"What's important is you all leavin' th' place right now before them religious folks see you again!"

John lifted his hand up in annoyance and argued, "No. You don' understand! I said it wa important!"

"And I said-"

Blake suddenly stretched her arm out and let Japhet walk out as far as her hand, leaned forward to Homer's face and glared angrily into his eyes. With her skull printed mask and heterochromiac eyes, her death glare was enough to make a grown man cower in fear. "You don' let us in, I'm gonna let th' eagle do wha' he wants!" she threatened. He shuddered. "Wha- Wha's tha' bird gon do?" Japhet held up a dead rat in his talons, looked at it, and turned back to Homer; he swore he saw the bird smirk. Homer became terrified and allowed them in and told them to follow him. He kept an eye on Blake and Japhet.

The brothel was filled with drunk men, plenty of whores to go around, stage dancers, and many other oddities. "Sheesh... Guess I know why they call this place 'Hell on Wheels'...," Blake muttered. "Are all these women, you'd say, "professional"?" Davison asked. Tonto nodded and replied, "Sickness and greed install in the hearts of people..." Davison turned to an elderly woman, probably not much older than him and asked, "And her?" Tonto turned to the woman, nooded and said, "Her too." The woman held up a knitted corset top and grinned. Davison shuddered from the sight.

Homer hurriedly ran up the stairs and approached Red Herrington. Red looked up from her paperwork and noticed Homer sweating like a dog. "What's with you, Homer?" she asked. Homer just simply told her, "S-Some visitors, m-ma'ame!" and he let the gang through and went away avoiding Blake and Japhet. Blake giggled when she glanced at Homer and when he squeaked a little.

John tipped his hat to Red and muttered, "Hello again!" Red turned to the gang and saw Blake with her mask. "What's with the mask?" she asked. John and Tonto turned their heads to Blake. She noticed them and quickly came up with her story. "Oh, uh. I have some... Deformities, y'know?"

"Deformities?" Red asked suspiciously.

"Y'know... Tha' an' some... Horrible burns! Like- Fire accident-wise, y'know?"

Red took a god look at her before saying, "Poor darlin'..." but her tone sounded uninterested. She then took a look at Japhet and grinned asking her, "Lovely bird ya got there. What is he?" Japhet walked out to Blake's out-stretched hand and said, "He's a golden eagle. But I've never seen any animal look li'e him in m' life." Japhet bowed his head and let Red brush her finger against his head. "He's seems very tame for such a big bird like him," she commented. Japhet chirped cheerfully and ruffled his feathers. Red chuckled, "He seems happy...!"

After an awkward silence, John spoke again. "Oh! And this is Dr. Davison." Davison's name really grabbed Red's attention. "Davison?! Ambrose Davison?" she asked. Davison stepped forward, tipped his hat, and greeted her, "It's been a very long time now, hasn't it?" Red grinned and replied, "At least ten years, Doctor...!" John and Tonto glanced at Blake and she muttered, "I knew they knew each other. Jes' don' know the whole story..."

Red heard Blake and said, "Why don' y'all step inta my office?"

Seconds later, the gang entered Red's office. "Yeah, I knew Davison back when. He took care of m' little brother Jacob," Red explained. "He went through a huge traumatic experience in the past."

"Traumatic?"

"Wha' happened?"

Red and Davison looked at each other and back at John and Blake. Red sighed and replied, "It's complicated..."

"Whaddya mean...?"

Red sighed and said, "He... He had this thing called amnesia."

"What's that...?"

Davison chimed in saying, "Jake had memory loss."

Blake and John did not know what to say to that answer. "God, I'm... I'm sorry, Red...," Blake said. Red shook her head saying, "It's alrigh'. He's doin' better since I last saw him."

"When was that?"

"When he joined tha' Blake girl's gang."

Tonto looked at Blake and made a face that said, "That you, Spiritwalker...!" Blake saw him and gave him a look in her eyes that said, "Like I didn't know that, genius!"

"What did he want?" Red asked. Blake turned back to Red and replied, "Oh, uh, he thinks I know her."

"Oh?"

"But she's dead," John retaliated. Blake winked at him as if she said, "Nice save!"

Red turned to John and seemed surprised by the news. "Really?" she said. They nodded. "How'd that happen?" John replied, "She was killed by a family member." Red raised an eyebrow. "Accident?" she asked. Davison shook his head and answered, "No, dear." This made Red even more suspicious. "W'll then what happened?" she asked turning to get glasses for whiskey.

"Jose 'Joe' Montezuma...," Blake simply said, "He killed her..."

Red was lucky the gang didn't see her face. She dropped the glasses and they shattered. Tonto turned to the sound of the broken glasses. Blake asked the madame, "Uh, Red, you okay?" and cocked her head. Red turned to the gang in surprise.

"Did... Did you say- Joe Montezuma?" she asked sternly. Unable to form words, Blake just shook her head. Red turned away from them and stared off into space. "R-Red? Are you alright, dear?" Davison asked. The office was silent until Red spoke again. "That Spaniard was the reason Butch had done this to me..." she said quietly, making a motion to her prosthetic ivory leg. Blake though it didn't make sense.

"W-Why's that?" she asked. She couldn't recall any moment of Butch's mentioning of having a relationship with Red at all. Red replied, "Joe promised me he wouldn't tell Butch about my relationship with a man named Dan Reid-"

"D-Dan?" John repeated.

Red grinned a little and commented, "Nice man; such a gentleman." Her expression reset and continued, "Anyway, he escorted Dan here many years ago- I think before yer time, darling-" she said to Blake, "-And when I took Dan, I made Joe swear that if he ever saw Butch to not say a single word about us…"

"Then...your leg…"

Red hesitated.

"The animal needs ta pay for what he did to me…" she muttered. Blake looked up to a painting behind Red. She realized that Red used to be a ballerina sometime in her past; but why would Butch have anything to do with the end of her dance career? He never mentioned anything about Red (if so, just by name). "That why ya got that leg o' yers?" Blake asked.

Red nodded.

Blake felt a little shocked. She never knew anything else about Butch's past other than his home got raided by Indians.

"Never told me anythin' 'bout you…" Blake muttered under her breath. Red heard her and asked, "Whatcha say, darlin'?" Blake glanced up and replied, "Oh. Nothin'. Jes' ramblin' on." Her eyes, from what Red could tell, were a little saddened.

"You sure?" she asked.

Blake nodded.

The meeting was cut off short when Homer came barging in to her office. "We gotta problem!" was all he said.

Red quickly turned to her secret peep hole in a wall facing the saloon. She spotted an angry mob of what looked like Presbyterian- Oh wait. It was the same group of Presbyterians that had barged into the brothel earlier. Red turned to the gang and said, "Sorry to cut y'all short. But we better get goin'!"

'Great. Now we gotta madame taggin' along with us…,' Blake said mentally.

The gang turned as the mob's shouts grew louder and louder. "John. Tonto. Y'all take Red an' Davison out," Blake ordered turning to the door; Japhet perched into a defensive stance. "W-What?! Are you crazy?! Yer gonna get killed!" John warned. Blake smirked behind her mask. "Trust me-" a flame suddenly ignited in her hand, "-I got this…!" Red had a look of surprise when she saw the flame appear out of nowhere. "What… What's she doin'?!" she asked.

Right when the mob appeared from the doors, Blake made a few hand gestures and the flame became her personal flamethrower. The fire became a swirling vortex, scaring the Presbyterians into calling Blake a "witch". The flames caught anything in its path on fire (but actually does no harm). While they were distracted, Blake turned around, snapped her fingers and opened a portal in the wall. "In th' hole!" she exclaimed.

"WHAT?!"

"No time to explain!"

A bright flash of light blinded the Presbyterian mob and the flames went with the dying light.

((OH GOD GUYS! I am SO sorry for not uploading lately! I'm moved in to my new school, and with my swim season about to start up soon, I'm not gonna have too much time writing or uploading ;n; Again I'm sorry for lack of updates. the next chapter is in my Google docs account and I'll get on it as soon as possible. Thank you all for understanding! Until then, *in Markiplier voice* Bye-bye!))