They arrived back at camp, less joyous than from when they started. The air was thick and quiet from the ever growing tension. How long until it snapped?

As soon as they dismounted their horses, Charles rushed over to Grace.

"Hey, Rains Fall was asking if you could go to the reservation as soon as you can," he said urgently, "Some of the women were, um, you know, by the soldiers and they only want to see you."

"Of course," Grace nodded, "I'll go right away. Good thing I restocked my medical kit while we were in Valentine." She turned to Arthur and kissed him. "Try to convince people to leave," she said quietly.

"I'll try," he kissed her again, told her he loved her, and watched her ride off.

"What were you doing in Valentine?" Charles asked.

Arthur leaned in to tell him the news. Charles smiled for probably the first time in a long time and congratulated him before heading back over to the campfire to join Uncle and John. Arthur was about to join them, but then he noticed Dutch was not only in close talks with Micah but also Micah's two so-called friends. This whole thing was getting more and more dubious.

"So why are these two still here?" Arthur asked, approaching the four of them.

"We need guns for what's coming," Micah spat on the ground, "Cleet and Joe know how to fight."

"What is going on, Dutch?" Arthur scoffed, "What's going on with us? With you?"

"You show him some respect," Micah hissed, "At least these fellers are useful. What has that harlot you keep around ever done?"

"You don't talk about my wife like that," Arthur snarled at him.

Dutch's head snapped up. "Wife?" Before he could say anything else, they were interrupted by the arrival of Eagle Flies and a band of natives.

"Mr. van der Linde! Mr. Morgan! Charles!" Eagle Flies slid to a halt, "They've killed our people for oil! Ride with me, ride with us against the factory!"

Dutch pushed past Arthur. "I admire your courage, son, I–"

"Stop!" Rains Fall then galloped into the camp, "Everyone stop!" He dismounted, ignoring everyone else, and began to plead with his son to not attack the oil refinery. "Maybe this world in which these terrible men came to us is a world we cannot endure. But endure we must."

"Father, you are tired," Eagle Flies shook his head.

"Do not die for pride! We have suffered too much already! My boy, my last son, do not mistake my strength for weakness."

"Your words mean nothing to me," Eagle Flies said angrily then turned to his band, "Ride with me! Now!" He kicked his horse into a gallop out of the camp, closely followed by the other natives, and ignoring Rains Fall's pleas for them to stop. He then rushed to Arthur. "Please, Mr. Morgan, you have already helped me many times over, you and your wife, but this is a trap. My son, my people, will all die."

"You helped this man, Arthur?" Dutch asked.

"Yes."

"What else you been doing behind Dutch's back?" Micah demanded.

"These young men will be annihilated," Rains Fall continued to beg Arthur for help. "Please."

Arthur nodded. "I'll see what I can do." He turned to Charles who nodded in silent agreement to join him. "Who else will ride with me?" Arthur called out to the rest of the gang.

"Oh, I'll come along," Dutch headed for his horse, "Who knows what other secrets I'll learn along the way."

Sadie, John, Javier, and, reluctantly, Bill all agreed to go along. As they rode out, Dutch demanded to know what else Arthur had been doing behind his back.

"I was trying to stop this mess from getting any worse," Arthur replied, irritated, "Clearly it didn't work."

"But this, this is perfect," Dutch said, sounding satisfied.

"Wait, this was your idea?"

"Partly. The army, the government, the industrialists, they've taken everything from these people. Wouldn't you want to fight back?"

"You've handed them a goddamn death sentence."

"I had a plan, I still have a plan. This is the plan! These men need our help, so either stick with me or cut loose because I am tired of this constant dissent."

Arthur said nothing but looked over at John who gave him a look that said he thought the same thing. None of this was a good idea, but it would be all they could do to try to keep it from becoming a total massacre. As they rode closer to the oil fields, one of the natives rode towards them, slumped over his horse's neck.

"Are you alright, son?" Dutch asked, slowing down.

"Eagle Flies," the native coughed, keeping his hand over a wound in his side, "They need help."

"Somebody help him," Dutch said, but the native brushed him off.

"No, just go, I'll be fine."

"Get back to the reservation and see Grace, she'll take care of you," Arthur told him and he nodded. Dutch frowned at Arthur before ordering them to hurry and kicking his horse into a gallop.

When they arrived, one of the oil drills was on fire and they could hear nothing but gunfire and shouting. Arthur spotted Eagle Flies fighting alone on one of the walkways. He ordered Dutch and the others to take on the army from the north while he rode in to save Eagle Flies. Sadie, Charles, and a few of the natives joined him.

They charged as far as they could go on horse, then took the army on by foot. The army must've known the Indians were going to attack, why else would there be so many here? He could see how there would be a heavy presence after the incident a few months before when he and Grace had stolen those files.

He shot a soldier off a walkway and advanced across it. He passed by bodies of soldiers and a few of the natives, none of which were Eagle Flies. The oil burned around them as they ran forward. Sadie was attacking with as much furor as she did the O'Driscolls.

They reached one of the onsite cabins and the door burst open as a soldier tackled Eagle Flies. Arthur quickly shot the soldier dead.

"Thank you," Eagle Flies pushed the body off him, "Thank you all. Where are my men?"

"We need to go," Arthur urged.

"No, where are my men?"

"We saw some fighting by the factory," said Charles, "That's where Dutch is gone."

Arthur knew it would be futile to argue, so he followed Charles, Sadie, and Eagle Flies towards the factory. They continued the battle against the army, trying to save as many of the natives as they could. A train arrived with even more soldiers, including one with a gatling gun. Arthur aimed and shot him down first. Goddamn, how many more?

Somehow, their small group had managed to overpower the army, but how long until more showed up? They rendezvoused with Dutch, Bill, Javier, and John near the entrance to the factory.

"Nice of you to join us," Dutch said sarcastically, then turned to Eagle Flies who joined them. "Save you then?"

"He did," Eagle Flies replied quickly, trying to see how many of his men had made it.

"Turning into quite the hero, ain't you, Arthur?"

"Just trying to help," he frowned at his insinuation.

"What is it with you?"

"I don't get you no more, Dutch."

"Oh, the doubting," Dutch shook his head then turned to the others, "Come on, get out of here!" He then turned to Arthur. "Come on, let's go finish things," he said and headed to the factory.

"Finish what?"

"We're getting our ticket outta here." Dutch kicked open the door and Arthur followed, "We need to find the office."

"Upstairs, on the other side," he said, remembering when he and Grace had stolen those papers before. "What are we looking for?"

"Money. There's state bonds here, lots of them."

Arthur was in disbelief. "You had money given to you and you burned it."

"We aren't a charity, Arthur," Dutch said angrily, "We are not so forsaken that we need to have things handed to us on a silver platter."

Arthur said nothing. While no one had ever just given them money on their own will, especially the amount Grace had offered, he couldn't understand why Dutch wouldn't take it in their current state of desperation.

"So we get these bonds and we're done? We can finally get out of here?"

"Yes, we've had tough times, so don't doubt me no more," Dutch opened the door to the office and began to search the desk. Arthur searched the cupboard. If they can find these bonds and get the money, maybe they can finally be free.

"I got 'em," Dutch said, taking out some papers from the desk drawer, "The state bonds, I got 'em."

"How much?" Arthur asked.

"A few thousand dollars worth, maybe more," Dutch said happily. Arthur frowned slightly. Even just a few weeks before, a few thousand dollars would be huge, but the money Grace had given was far, far more. A few thousand dollars sounded like a pithy amount, but if it was enough to convince Dutch to leave, then so be it.

He followed Dutch out of the office when they heard a vaguely familiar voice. Leviticus Cornwall ordered a troop of soldiers to go in and kill any remaining men in the factory. Arthur and Dutch quickly snuck downstairs and took cover. On Dutch's cue, they began to shoot the soldiers as they ran in.

Dutch ran forward through the factory with Arthur following, shooting soldiers along the way. They were almost to the exit when a soldier's bullet hit one of the pipes, blasting steam into Arthur's face. He fell to the ground, holding his burning face.

"We got one!" he heard a soldier run in and shout, followed by a few others. Arthur tried to shout for Dutch as the soldier pinned him down and tried to stab him. He pushed back with all of his strength, calling for Dutch again, but looked briefly to watch through the steam Dutch's feet back up and walk away. What the hell?

The knife was slowly getting closer to Arthur's throat as his strength was weakening. It suddenly stopped when a soldier suddenly fell to the ground, with a tomahawk in his back, followed by Eagle Flies shooting the next two with a shotgun. Arthur pushed the now dead soldier off him. Just as Eagle Flies reached out to help Arthur up, Leviticus Cornwall appeared and shot him. Arthur quickly drew his gun and shot Cornwall dead.

Arthur hurried to Eagle Flies who was clutching his bleeding abdomen. "Oh, you silly fool. Come on!" He helped him up and hurried outside where Dutch, Charles, and Sadie were still waiting.

"We need to go," Dutch insisted as Charles ran forward to take Eagle Flies.

"You ran away, you–" Arthur started to say.

"I did no such thing, but they could be back here any minute," Dutch turned and mounted his horse, "We got the money, and there's also a train, so we'll have a lot of money. Everything is going exactly as I planned."

Arthur stared at him in disbelief for a moment before nodding to Charles who helped Eagle Flies onto Smokey's back. "I've got to take the boy to his father."

"As you wish, as it usually is nowadays," Dutch rode out, reluctantly followed by Sadie.

Arthur mounted up in front of Eagle Flies and quickly rode out with Charles and the remaining natives following. "Come on, let's get back as fast as we can!" He shouted to the others. "Just hold on, my friend, Grace can fix you up. Be right as rain sooner than you think."

Along the way, Arthur tried to make sense of what just happened. Dutch had seen he was in trouble, but just walked away. He had descended into being the kind of person he had always taught them to not be, or maybe he just became more who he really was. He could feel Eagle Flies weakening behind him and he urged his horse to go faster.

They rode into the reservation and slowed down. Arthur called for Grace and brought Eagle Flies to Rains Fall's tepee. He and Charles carried him in as Grace hurried over.

"He's been shot," Arthur said, laying Eagle Flies down. Grace immediately got to work, but Arthur could see in her face that it was too late. Rains Fall took his son's hand in his as Grace tried in vain to stop the bleeding.

"You'll be fine," her voice wavered, "Just.. hold on." A few moments later, Eagle Flies looked up at his father and exhaled one last time. Grace slowly stopped working on his wound as tears started to run down her face. Arthur gently pulled her away and led her out of the tent as Rains Fall began to break down in grief.

The Wapiti Indians had gathered outside the tepee and upon seeing the sombre faces of Arthur, Grace, and Charles, knew what had happened. Grace began to cry into Arthur's chest and he embraced her tightly, trying to fight back his own tears.

"What are they gonna do now?" he asked Charles quietly a few moments later.

"They must move, and fast," Charles looked around, "I'll stay and help them. You go help the others, they still need you."

Arthur nodded and they shared a quick hug. Charles squeezed Grace's shoulder reassuringly and she gave him a small smile. Arthur and Grace headed for their horses as Charles told the grieving tribe they needed to start packing up. She stopped and looked down at her hands, still covered in Eagle Flies's blood, then wiped them as much as she could on her dress. She said nothing as she mounted up on Buell and they rode out.

They were nearly to Bacchus train station when Arthur began to cough violently. They stopped and Grace helped him off his horse to sit beside the road. He coughed until he nearly passed out, spitting out blood. She offered him a flask of tea, which tasted different than what he's had before, but when he managed to swallow some of it, it soothed his sore throat. He looked over at her and started to calm as he focused on her comforting blue eyes.

What a goddamn disaster. Everything since the bank robbery in Saint Denis, nothing has gone right. And now Dutch had mentioned another train. How could this be any different?

He kissed Grace hard, wanting to get lost in her, wanting to have the freedom to run away with her right at that moment. She gripped the lapels of his coat tightly, kissing him just as intensely. He reluctantly pulled away before he coughed, then wiped some blood from the side of her mouth.

"We should find somewhere to rest," she whispered, running her fingers gently down the front of his coat.

They led their horses off the road into a clearing among the trees and set up camp. Neither were hungry so they just made a fire and nestled against each other in silence before falling asleep.

He had a very strange dream that night. Grace was being dragged away by a well-dressed man in a top hat, but he couldn't move to save her. He looked down and saw that he was sinking into the ground. He tried to grab at something to stop himself from sinking but he couldn't get a grip on anything. A large stag then appeared in front of him, looking at him curiously, then lowered his head. Arthur grabbed the stag's antlers and the stag began to pull him out.

Suddenly a wolf leaped on the stag's back, digging its teeth into the stag's neck. Arthur lost his grip on the antlers and felt himself dropping quickly back into the ground. The stag bucked the wolf off his back and began to fight it. Arthur desperately tried to grab at something as he continued to sink into the ground while the stag and the wolf battled each other.

Grace was finally able to break away from her captor and ran towards him. Just before she reached him, the stag charged the wolf and they collided into Grace who exploded into a swarm of butterflies.

Arthur jolted awake, finding himself beside the dying fire with Grace sleeping beside him. He caught his breath before lying back down and holding her close to him. Just before he fell asleep, he could have sworn he saw the stag and wolf from the dream watching him together from the trees.

He woke up before Grace early the next morning but kept his arms around her, afraid to let her go as if she would suddenly disappear. He felt very unwell, but having her with him was comforting. She stirred after a few moments and kissed his chin.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asked.

"Sure, you?"

"As well as I could," she sat up and looked down at him, "You sure you slept okay? You were moving around a lot."

Arthur paused for a moment and told her about the dream. She looked concerned as he finished.

"The man you saw," she asked slowly, "Did he have a moustache?"

"Yeah, looked a little like Trelawney's. Why?"

"I think I've seen him before," she said quietly.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know," she chewed her bottom lip, "But I've seen him nearly every time before I've died. He was in the crowd when I was hanged, he was standing among the Pinkertons when I was shot at the bank, I saw him in the distance when the O'Driscolls shot me, and I passed him riding into the river. I'm sure I passed by him back in early 1800 before I went into labour and died that first time."

"Does this mean you might die again?" he sat up and hugged her tightly.

"I don't know, it was your dream," she hugged him back, "But let's get going."

They put out the still dwindling fire and rode out. Arthur's chest felt heavy and it felt like he was suffocating, but he tried not to let it show as they slowly headed back to camp. This wasn't how things were supposed to happen. He was supposed to be living and travelling freely with Grace by now, the gang living freely wherever they chose to escape. In a perfect world, he and Grace would have settled down somewhere quiet, raise a family, and grow old together. It was nice to think about, even if it would never become reality.

Grace stopped at O'Creagh's Run and dismounted to wash her hands properly in the water. Buell stared across the lake at the cabin and whinnied loudly. Arthur reached over and pet Buell.

"Sorry, boy, but Hamish ain't coming out," he attempted to reassure the horse who was now prancing in agitation. Grace finished washing her hands and pet Buell as well. When they had calmed him down, Grace reached into her pocket and took out her ring. She smiled as she put it back on her finger, staring down at it for a moment before looking back up at Arthur, her expression a mixture of happiness and sadness. Arthur dismounted and embraced her tightly.

"It's not fair," she sobbed, "This isn't supposed to happen like this."

He couldn't hug her tight enough as he kissed the top of her head and buried his face into her short hair. She leaned up to kiss him, then tucked her arms inside his coat to hug him around his waist. She pressed her nose against his lapel and inhaled deeply.

"You smell nice," she said, her voice muffled against him.

"Heh, I don't think I've ever washed this coat."

"I know, but I like it." She kissed him again before they returned to their horses and rode on.

Buell stopped at Hamish's cabin and Grace let the reins loose so he could sniff and look around. When he realised Hamish wasn't there, Buell let her steer him back to the road so they could continue back to camp.

When they arrived, Abigail rushed over to them. "I'm sorry, but I saw Mary-Beth rummaging through your trunk, Arthur."

"Why would she do that?" he asked as he dismounted.

"She was taking the money I left," Grace said quietly, "I told her that if she wanted to leave and I wasn't here, there was money in Arthur's trunk. I told you the same thing."

"I know, it's just… I don't know," Abigail wrung her hands, "I'm scared, but I still feel safe here."

"Well, just be ready," Arthur said, "When the time comes, be ready."

Abigail nodded. "I understand." She returned to her tent where Jack was drawing something in the dirt with a stick.

"Arthur, Dutch wants to speak to you," Javier walked by, ignoring Grace.

"What does he want?" she asked Arthur.

"He mentioned something about a train carrying army payroll when we were at the oil factory."

"You're not going to go along with it, are you?"

"I don't know, maybe," Arthur pulled her aside where no one could hear and lowered his voice, "Look, if this works and they get all that money, maybe this will be the last one."

"Do you really believe that?"

He sighed. "I don't know. But if it means trying, for all of them," he gestured towards the camp, "if it means some of them can survive."

She looked sceptical as she slowly nodded. "Then do what you need to do." She kissed him on the cheek before heading to join Abigail and Jack.

Most of the gang had congregated around the campfire and for a brief moment Arthur thought it was like the old times. But instead of being engaged in jovial conversation, they were sitting in tense silence. Dutch was sitting outside of his tent and waved him over.

"At least you ain't run off," Dutch scoffed, "Pearson left, old Uncle too. Mary-Beth and Karen are gone. The traitors. Told Tilly they were running to save themselves. Goddamn cowards, after all the time we spent, to run off–"

"Well maybe they don't wanna die, Dutch," Arthur interrupted.

"No one's going to… We are in tough times, and you ain't, you ain't doing too well, but we will survive. One more train–"

"There's always a goddamn train," Arthur coughed.

"One more train and we are free," Dutch said.

"Sure, but I have to insist we let some of 'em go, John and his family, and the women. Because if the Pinkertons come through again, they will kill everyone."

Dutch's eyes narrowed slightly before opening again. "Of course, whatever you think is best. I will see to it. Now, are we going to rob a train?"

Arthur didn't believe a single word, but agreed to rob the train. Maybe while he was gone, Grace could help the others get out before the Pinkertons came through. He followed Dutch as the latter gathered the others, leaving behind Grace, Abigail, Jack, Tilly, and Miss Grimshaw. He wanted to go over to Grace, kiss her one more time, to reassure her and himself, but decided not to since Dutch seemed indignant and he didn't want to stir the pot further.

But Grace hurried over to kiss him. "Stay safe," she said quietly in his ear before kissing him again. He savoured the kiss as long as he could before promising to come back.

"Don't know if you're brave or stupid for kissing a diseased man," Micah sneered at her.

"I'd say the same for any woman who has ever had the misfortune of being near you," Grace retorted before flouncing away.

Arthur smirked slightly to himself, then felt Sadie pat him on the arm before they mounted their horses and followed Dutch out of camp. The feeling of dread in his chest continued to rise as they rode out and Dutch explained the plan. They were going back to Saint Denis, sneak on the train when it stopped at the station, then make it stop before it reached its final destination of Annesburg, robbing it of as much of the army payroll as they could carry.

Halfway to Saint Denis, Dutch ordered John to retrieve some dynamite he had hidden nearby and Arthur went along. He expressed his concern to John of the whole lot of them riding into Saint Denis again.

"Yeah, I heard the Pinkertons have taken over Van Horn, moved a whole bunch of 'em in there," John said, "Things are closing in fast."

"Well, Grace should be helping to pack up so we can all leave," said Arthur, "Or at least you and Abigail and Jack can leave."

"About that, Abigail told me that the money is hidden in the caves at Beaver Hollow," John shook his head, "So much for never hiding it near camp. Dutch is getting more sloppy than we thought." They stopped near a wagon hidden in some trees and John picked up some sticks of dynamite from the back.

"Well, whatever happens with this job, we're getting you out of here," Arthur fought back a cough, "Grace'll give you the money you need. Tilly and Susan too, we'll get you out."

They met Dutch and the gang outside of Saint Denis. The whole group of them, just waiting off the road, looked suspicious, although passersby showed no signs of distrust.

"One last train, gentlemen," Dutch said as they gathered to ride into the city, "I got us a riverboat, then we'll go to New York or Chicago and get a real boat from there out to the tropics. Now, let's keep it down, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves going through here."

Arthur shook his head in disbelief. As if a group of eight men and one woman riding together into the city wasn't dubious at all. He could've sworn he saw a couple of lawmen eyeing them as they rode by, but no one tried to stop them. He was glad he hadn't eaten much because now his stomach felt like it was flipping about inside of him while his heart was pounding so hard he was afraid it might actually explode.

They reached the train station and dismounted as Dutch ordered Cleet and Sadie to board halfway along the train when it arrived, John and Arthur were to board at the back, while the rest were to follow himself and Micah.

They heard the train's whistle as it approached the station and they all prepared, but watched as the train continued to drive through the station without even slowing down.

"Should I sneak on now?" Arthur asked as the train blew by.

"Goddamn, okay, everyone mount up!" Dutch hurried to his horse.

"We still doing this?" Arthur asked incredulously.

"Of course we are!"

They galloped after the train, with Arthur and John jumping on just as it reached the edge of the city. Sadie and Cleet jumped on further up the train. They gunned their way along the train, killing numerous soldiers, jumping from carriage to carriage. When a lantern burst into flame from one of the gunshots, they had to stop, unsure of where to go from there.

The rest of the gang galloped up alongside, and Arthur jumped on behind Dutch while John jumped on the back of Bill's horse. They rode past the burning car to the carriage where Sadie and Cleet were waiting. John uncoupled the burning carriage just as they were passing a patrol of soldiers. Arthur quickly set up the gatling and was about to man it, when there was a gunshot and John fell off the train.

"No, John!" Arthur turned, saw the soldier on top of the next carriage, and quickly shot him dead. He looked back to where John fell but the train had turned a bend and he couldn't see him. "Goddamnit!"

"I'll get John, you protect that money!" Dutch yelled and turned his horse back, followed by Micah and Joe.

Arthur had his doubts, but also had no time. He ordered Bill, Sadie, and Cleet to secure the train up ahead but to keep the train moving. He armed the gatling just before the patrol rode up on them and began firing. Horses and soldiers were cut down dead as the train ran down the tracks, getting closer to the blown bridge.

Finally the waves of soldiers stopped and he could help Bill, Sadie, and Cleet to unload some of the bags of money from the armoured car. They jumped off the train at Bacchus Station just before the train plummeted off the missing tracks, crashing loudly into the ravine below.

"Damn," Bill said as he looked over the cliff at the wreckage, "Well, we're alive."

"Just about," Arthur began to cough again, but tried to stop as he picked up one of the sacks of money. Dutch, Micah, Javier, and Joe rode up along with their horses. "Where's John?" Arthur asked.

"He.. I tried," Dutch said.

"Didn't make it," Micah cut in, "Patrol killed him, we had to run."

Arthur looked up at Dutch in disbelief. Dutch had lied to him before, even left him to die before. Was John actually dead, or was this another one of his lies?

"Come on, let's go," Dutch announced, "Before another patrol rides through."

Arthur hauled his sack of money onto the back of his horse, mounted up and followed Dutch and the rest back towards Beaver Hollow. He wanted to go back, see for himself, see with his own eyes that John had been killed. But if he was dead, then the army would have him, and Arthur wouldn't have the opportunity to find out before they killed him too.

As they rode closer to camp, they saw Tilly ride towards them with Jack. "They took Abigail and killed Grace!" she shouted.

"Who did?" Arthur demanded.

"Agent Milton and his men," Tilly stopped her horse and wiped her hand across her tear-stained face, "They took Abigail and shot Grace, we hid but they took Abigail to Van Horn. They're going to get a boat and put her on trial for murder."

"I am sorry to hear that," Dutch said, frustrated.

"We gotta let her go," said Micah, "John's well, sorry kid, but without John, she's just bait. We need to keep riding on this one, Dutch, and you know it."

"You just gonna leave Jack like this?" Arthur demanded.

"It ain't like that!" Dutch yelled.

"Then what is it like?"

"Dutch, it's just a girl, and I wanna live, since I still got the choice," Micah glared at Arthur.

"You're right," Dutch agreed as Arthur protested. Dutch turned to him, "It pains me to say it, but he's right, Arthur. Come on, boys." He kicked his horse into a gallop followed by the others except for Sadie and Tilly.

"Let's go get her, Arthur," said Sadie, "You and me is all we need."

"I'm so sorry about Grace, Arthur," Tilly said, "But if you can get Abigail…"

Arthur nodded and removed the sack of money from his horse, placing it on Tilly's. "Here, take this. Wait at Copperhead Landing for Mrs. Adler and Abigail."

"Thank you, Arthur, I'll miss–"

"Me too. You live a good life, you hear?" He reached for Jack's hand. "I'm gonna go get your momma." Jack nodded sadly.

Arthur mounted his horse again and quickly rode to Van Horn with Sadie. Goddamn bastards.

"So I reckon if they're putting her on a boat, they'll dock at the north end of town, so we'll go in the other way," Sadie said. Arthur nodded. They rode for a few minutes before she spoke again. "What will happen if Grace, you know, comes back to life when Dutch and them are there?"

"I don't know," Arthur coughed, "Guess they might try to kill her themselves."

"Jesus, well, let's get this done."

Arthur agreed and they continued. All that talk he's been hearing from Dutch for all those years and it was all lies. He couldn't believe Dutch would allow his friend's child to be orphaned for the sake of getting rich. Or maybe he just did go crazy, believing himself to be God or something.

They reached the outskirts of Van Horn and dismounted their horses. Sadie overlooked the town for a moment then turned to him.

"I think you should cover me and I'll go in there and get her," she said. Arthur looked at her in confusion. "Because you're the better shot, I mean."

"That ain't what you mean, I can still fight," he broke into a coughing fit.

"I know you can, but just do it my way, honey, it's for the best," she insisted, "Get up someplace high, like that lighthouse, and cover me." She removed his rifle from his horse and pushed it into his hands. "Please."

Arthur reluctantly took the rifle and headed to the lighthouse. He hurried up the ladder and stairs to the top, hoping they weren't too late. He reached the top and looked through his scope in time to see Agent Milton dragging Abigail into the trading post. He then spotted Sadie hiding behind a wagon waiting for him to start shooting.

He began firing at the Pinkertons standing guard throughout the town, clearing the way for Sadie to run through to the trading post. But Agent Milton was waiting for her as Arthur watched Sadie kick open the door and was immediately hit over the head, knocking her down.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, feeling exhausted, but determined to rescue Abigail and Sadie. He hurried down the lighthouse and through town where more Pinkertons had accumulated. He shot his way through them before bursting through the door of the trading post, and shooting two of the guards inside. He was just starting to untie Abigail when he heard the sound of a pistol cocking behind him.

"Calm down, Mr. Morgan," Agent Milton said.

Arthur raised his hands and slowly turned around, trying to suppress his coughing.

"Quite a cough you got there."

"Yeah. Tuberculosis, I'll be dead soon and you with me, Mr. Milton."

"You'll be dead, sure, but I'll be just fine. We offered you a deal, Mr. Morgan, even offered Miss Bellerose a better deal. One of you should've taken it. And look what happened."

"We're both fools, Mr. Milton," Arthur doubled over coughing.

"At least one of you wasn't. Micah Bell–"

"Micah? Not Molly?" Arthur looked up at him.

"Molly O'Shea? Sweated her a couple of times, never said a word, had to let her go. Micah Bell, on the other hand, picked him up when you boys came back from your little vacation to the Caribbean, sang like a bird."

Arthur couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had believed Grace when she said Molly didn't say anything, and he didn't believe Dutch when he suspected Abigail, but Micah? Suddenly things began to make sense. Why Micah had been constantly in Dutch's ear, why Dutch was suddenly wanting to take so many risks.

He then realised he had a chance when he saw Agent Milton lower his gun slightly and he made a grab for it. But Agent Milton was easily able to fight back, taking advantage of Arthur's weakened state. Just as Arthur was staring down the barrel of the gun, there was a shot and Milton fell dead.

Abigail had managed to get herself free while Agent Milton and Arthur were talking and had taken a gun from one of the dead guards. Arthur fell back against the wall, trying to catch his breath while Abigail used his knife to cut Sadie free.

They rushed out and called their horses just as more Pinkertons arrived. Arthur shot at them, but wasn't sure if he had hit any because his vision was blurry. Sadie mounted her horse and told Arthur to jump on behind her while Abigail got on Arthur's horse.

"Where's Jack? Is he okay?" Abigail demanded.

"He's fine, Tilly's got him," Sadie said.

"Arthur, I'm so sorry, but Grace is–"

"I know," Arthur coughed, "I know. But we gotta get outta here."

They rode out quickly, pursued by Pinkertons. Arthur managed to shoot most of them when his vision was clear enough. Sadie shot when she could while Abigail rode ahead. Soon they were clear of them and Arthur insisted they stop. He got off Sadie's horse and helped Abigail off his.

"Where's John? What happened to John?" she asked.

"I don't… He got killed or he got captured," Arthur said as Abigail began to cry. "We was on the train, but I didn't see it."

Sadie put her arm around Abigail as she cried.

"Look, John, he loved you and Jack, he really did. Now you gotta go get that boy. Mrs. Adler will take you to him and Tilly, I gave her a bunch of money, you'll be fine."

"What are you doing, Arthur?" Sadie asked him as she mounted her horse again.

"I need to go have a little chat before I… you know."

Abigail began to cry again. "Oh, Arthur."

"Don't you 'oh, Arthur' me, neither of you," he lifted Abigail on behind Sadie, "You're both good women. The best. Now go on, get out of here."

Sadie hesitated, then nodded at him with tears in her eyes and kicked her horse into a canter. Arthur watched them until they disappeared over the hill and turned to mount his horse.

"Hello, Arthur."

He spun around, startled to hear her voice. Grace stood a few feet away, wearing a white dress, and seemed to be emitting light. Her hair was long again, flowing in the breeze and all of her cuts and bruises were gone.

"So this is it then?" he felt his eyes well up.

She nodded happily. "My time here is finally done."

"And… for me?"

"You can always turn back."

"I can't."

"I know. But it won't be too late."

"So, can I touch you?" he asked. She held out her hand with a smile and he took it. He quickly embraced her tightly, feeling her warmth spread through his body, renewing his energy. He kissed her with everything he had, knowing it would be the last time. They slowly parted and he pressed his forehead to hers. "Ride with me?"

"Of course."

He led her back to his horse and lifted her on, noticing she felt much lighter than usual. He mounted up in front of her and she wrapped her arms around him. He held her hand as they rode back towards Beaver Hollow.

Along the way, he reminisced about the time they shared together, from when he had followed her horse to the safety of Colter when they were lost in the snowstorm, when he and Javier followed her to find John, then when they finally met and he was irritated by how she seemed to be following him. How he warmed up to her as he realised she wasn't going to rat them out. The way she made him want to be a better person, even if it was too late. She was always there when he needed her, even now.

He was angry that they didn't have enough time. It would never be enough time. No matter what would happen next, he would die knowing he at least got to marry her. He didn't know if he believed in anything after he died, but he supposed he was about to find out and he hoped she would be waiting for him.

He slowed his horse near the turn off to Beaver Hollow as he spotted her old horse, Tuula, standing by the road, also emitting a light glow the same as Grace.

"This is where I leave you," she said, sliding off the back of his horse.

"I don't want you to go," Arthur choked back a sob.

"No, but you'll be okay," she easily jumped onto Tuula's back and moved closer to him. "Be brave, Arthur. I'll be there at the end." She leaned over and kissed him again before moving Tuula away.

He took a deep breath and rode into camp, sneaking a look behind him to see that Grace and Tuula were gone. In camp, he saw a lot of it had been packed up, with Micah barking orders at Miss Grimshaw.

"Get moving, we ain't got much time."

"Oh, we got plenty of time, Micah," Arthur said as he dismounted.

"Mr. Morgan, I'm terribly sorry, but–" Miss Grimshaw gestured towards Arthur's wagon and he could see Grace's body lying there. In the dimming light, he could've sworn he saw her move slightly, but he knew she was actually dead this time.

"I know, Susan."

"She was suffering and Micah–"

"I did what I had to do, cowpoke," Micah spat on the ground, "Put her out of her misery. You'da done the same."

Fury rose up in Arthur as he approached Dutch. "I just saw Agent Milton, Dutch. Abigail shot him, so she's okay, not that you care much." He turned towards Micah, Joe, and Cleet. "But seems old Micah was pretty close with Milton."

"The hell are you talking about?" Micah sneered.

"You talked."

"That's a goddamn lie," Micah turned his gun on Arthur, as did Joe and Cleet, while Arthur aimed his at Micah. Dutch was quiet, seemingly trying to make sense of this information.

"Dutch!" Arthur heard John yell, but refused to look away from Micah. Thank god he was alive, but for how much longer if he stayed? "Dutch, you left me! Left me to die!"

"I didn't have a choice," Dutch finally spoke.

"All them years, Dutch, for this snake?" Arthur gestured towards Micah.

"Be quiet, Black Lung."

"No, you be quiet, Mr. Bell," Miss Grimshaw stood next to Arthur with her shotgun raised, "and put down your gun."

The tense air was thick as Javier suddenly hurried in. "There's Pinkertons coming!"

Micah took advantage of Miss Grimshaw being distracted and shot her. Arthur flinched, but kept his gun on Micah. He could see her writhe in pain out of the corner of his eye before lying still.

Dutch took out his guns and aimed them at John and Arthur. "Now, who is with me and who is betraying me?" he demanded. Micah, Joe, and Cleet stayed on Dutch's side, along with Javier and Bill.

"Javier, Bill, think for yourselves," Arthur pleaded. Bill aimed his gun at them, but Javier kept his pointed away.

Before anyone could say anything further, Pinkerton agents rode in, demanding they put their guns down. Dutch and Micah fired a few shots before running away, leaving Arthur and John stranded at the mouth of the cave. Some of the Pinkertons went after the others while the rest stayed to fight Arthur and John.

"Come on, Arthur, into the caves!" John yelled, "Quick!"

Arthur ran after John through the cave, thinking they were now completely trapped. John told him there was a way out in the back, up some ladders. His whole body was screaming in pain, but he had to keep going for John. As he heaved himself up a ledge, he began to cough again.

"Are you alright, Arthur?" John slowed down.

"I'm with you, keep going," Arthur pushed him forward. They finally escaped out of the cave and ran down the hill through the trees, whistling for their horses. As they waited and caught their breaths, Arthur told him Abigail and Jack were safe along with Sadie and Tilly at Copperhead Landing.

They jumped on their horses and quickly rode into the darkness as Micah, Joe, and Cleet rode in shooting at them. Arthur and John galloped as quick as they could, thankful that a mist had descended to obstruct visibility. They dodged through the trees, trying to avoid Pinkertons who seemed to be waiting around every bend.

John led the way up the mountain when a shot rang out and Smokey fell to the ground, tossing Arthur off. Another shot brought down John's horse. Arthur and John shot the Pinkertons dead before Arthur ran back to his horse, now dying.

"Goddamn it," he pet Smokey gently, reassuring him in his last moments before leaning in with a quiet, "Thank you."

"Arthur, we gotta go," John yelled. Arthur pushed himself away from his horse and ran after John. He was going to get John out of this if it was the last thing he did.

The Pinkertons continued to close in as they ran up the mountain. Arthur was exhausted, but kept pushing. They shot the pursuing agents before they had a window to escape. He followed John, but couldn't push himself any longer.

"Come on, Arthur, keep going," John insisted.

"No, I've done all I can," Arthur coughed and spat out blood on the ground, "You go. We ain't both going to make it,"

"Arthur–"

Arthur removed his hat and placed it on John's head, then removed his satchel and pushed it into John's hands. "Go, I'll hold them off. Go to your family."

John hesitated. "You're my brother."

"I know," Arthur nodded and climbed a little further up the rocks to shoot at the Pinkerton agents while John made his escape. His vision had gone blurry now, but he could make out the moving figures to shoot at.

Someone tackled him from behind, causing him to drop his gun. Micah turned him over and started to punch him in the face. Arthur felt too weak to fight back, but pushed him over the edge of the cliff, causing both of them to fall to the ledge below. The wind was knocked out of him, but he forced himself to rise when he saw Micah stand up.

Micah punched him more, but Arthur did his best to block him. As he did, he recalled all of the trouble this rat had caused, how he had gotten in Dutch's ear and divided the gang, how he had spilled everything to the Pinkertons. He then had an image of Grace's body, lying dead, because Micah had shot her and his anger gave him the strength he needed to fight back.

He got a few punches in, including one which sounded like it broke Micah's nose, but it wasn't enough. Micah was still able to fight and soon Arthur could only block the punches and try to push him away. He headbutted Micah in the face, bringing them both down. He spotted his gun lying not too far away and crawled towards it.

As he did, Micah taunted him, but Arthur pushed on, taking some pride in the fact that despite being fully healthy, Micah couldn't kill a dying man. He had just grabbed hold of the gun when a boot pressed down on his hand. Arthur looked up to see Dutch looking down at him. Was it with pity? Arthur couldn't tell.

"It's over, Arthur," Dutch said.

"He's a rat, Dutch," Arthur gasped, "You know it and I know it."

"He's dyin', Dutch," Micah said, "He's just talking crazy."

"I gave you all I had," Arthur let go of the gun as Dutch stepped off it. "John made it." In the distance he could just hear Pinkerton agents yelling.

"Come on, let's go," Micah pleaded with Dutch, "We can make it."

Arthur heard Dutch back away and leave, while Micah yelled in frustration and ran the opposite direction. Arthur waited a moment, then crawled a few feet more along the ledge until he couldn't move any further. He fell back and looked to the east as the sun began to rise.

As he drew his last breath, he heard her voice once again and felt her hand on his.

"It's time to go, Arthur Morgan."

He exhaled with a slight smile on his face and moved no more.

The silence was soon broken by Grace sobbing, alone in the world once again.