Arthur rode from the meeting point at Copperhead Landing. He had sent Sadie, Abigail, Tilly, and young Jack to Emerald Ranch. It would be quiet there, as he knew what was about to happen. He needed time to think, especially after what had happened at the bank job in Saint-Denis, in Guarma, in Annesburg, and everything that just happened with the Natives. Arthur couldn't even bring himself to think of John. Arthur scowled and shook his head thinking about those events. He watched Hosea, Lenny, Molly, Eagle Flies, John, and so many more, die needlessly because of Dutch's sloppiness. And Dutch, Dutch had lost his mind in Guarma. He killed an old lady in cold blood. Granted, she held a knife to him, but the amount of force he used was egregious. Arthur was not above killing, and he knew this, but not the old, sick, or weak. It seemed almost barbaric, or even predatory to do this to someone. He couldn't even think of a time when he would have thought about hurting someone like that.

He recalled when he had gone to collect a debt for Strauss, from a man by the name of Mr. Downes. Arthur saw he was mighty sick and was likely to die soon. So he went against what Strauss or Dutch would have wanted and absolved the debt and paid it himself. No one seemed any the wiser, Strauss was happy, so Arthur figured the matter settled. Sometime later, Mrs. Downes saw Arthur in Valentine, thanking him for absolving the debt. As it turned out, Mr. Downes had Tuberculosis and died a few weeks after Arthur's visit. He thanked his lucky stars for seeing reason and not beating that man, no one knows what could have happened had Arthur caught TB from that poor man.

As Arthur rode to Beaver Hollow, he felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Dutch had finally gone mad, and Micah was there to fan the flames. Of course, what he had learned right before killing Agent Milton didn't help his feelings for Micah. The rage he felt for all of those around him that had died because of those two burned white hot. He could even recount the moment he realized that his friend, his father figure, had turned his back on him. He was willing to look past the old lady that Dutch murdered, it could have been blamed on the stress from the boat wreck. But when he decided to throw kerosene on the fire of the feud between the Natives and the Army, Arthur had to draw the line. He had seen what Wapiti looked like when riding up there with Charles, the old and sick suffering. When he spoke with the Chief, Rains Fall, he had a moment of clarity as the old man spoke his wisdom. Arthur even spoke of his son for the first time in a while. At that moment he knew he had to help those around him.

Arthur rode into camp and dismounted. He briskly walked up to the center of camp, towards Dutch's tent.

"Morgan, glad you could join us." Micah said with a hint of disdain in his voice.

"Shut up Micah," Arthur seethed, "Dutch, where are you, we need to talk."

Dutch sauntered out of his tent, placing his hands on his hips, "Yes, Arthur?"

His voice sounded like a father who couldn't be bothered, one who couldn't care less about his child.

" 'bout what Cowpoke?" Micah interjected. Arthur just looked at Micah, trying his hardest to pay him no mind.

"Abigail is fine, saved her from Agent Milton. Who, I might add, had some real interesting things to say before I shot him dead." Arthur growled.

"Well, I'm glad you found it fit to save her Arthur. Once again, going against my wishes. What is it that the lawman had to say to you?" an irritated Dutch asked.

"Who the rat was." Arthur stated.

"Well?" Dutch questioned

"He said Micah was the one who talked, the one who kept them on us like a pack of dogs!" Arthurs shouted.

Micah laughed, "And what makes you believe him Dutch? He's been doubting you for weeks now, he ain't loyal no more, and can't be trusted."

Dutch looked at Micah, then Arthur. Arthur began to feel like something was about to happen but didn't want to draw first, as he knew that if he did, there was no salvaging this situation.

The three looked at one another, hands hovering above their holsters. Arthur watched Micah's hand wrap around the grip of his pistol, and right as he was about to draw on Arthur, someone broke the deafening silence.

"Dutch!"

It was JOHN. He had survived the train job, but only just his shoulder was bleeding and he was holding it while limping out of the forest.

"You left me Dutch, left me to DIE." John accused.

"I did no such thing, son. I thought you were dead." Dutch fired back.

"So much for no man left behind Dutch." Arthur spoke with anger.

John walked to Arthur, still holding his wounded shoulder. Arthur watched as Bill, Micah, and Javier walked over to Dutch, all with their eyes trained on Arthur and John.

"It seems like we've picked our sides." Arthur stated bluntly.

"The wrong one, Cowpolk." Micah said, drawing his cattleman revolver. Arthur drew his own, followed by John and the others. No one could gather the nerve to fire first, just moments ago they were a family, a dysfunctional one, but a family nonetheless.

"THIS IS THE PINKERTON DETECTIVE AGENCY, WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!" A voice bellowed from the woods. Micah fired one round at Arthur and John before sprinting into the woods with Dutch and the others.

"They're all yours, Morgan!" Micah yelled behind.

Arthur and John knew they weren't able to take on the Pinkertons themselves, so they ran into the caves of Beaver Hollow, hoping to escape undetected. They weren't so lucky. They could hear the echo of voices and gunfire off of the cave walls. As they ran deeper into the cave, they saw a ladder to an upper opening in the cave system. As they made their way to the exit, they could hear the Pinkertons searching for them. They quietly made their way through the woods until they got to a more isolated spot where they could get their bearings and make a decent plan.

"Arthur, what in the hell are we gonna do?" John asked. He was clearly out of breath.

"We need to get you out of here. Abigail and Jack are safe, I made sure of that. Head to Emerald Ranch, I sent them there. There's a little bit of money from the train job I sent with them." Arthur reassured him

"What about you, Arthur? I can't just leave you behind. You- You're my brother." John pleaded.

"I know, but I have to go back for that money Abigail found. She gave me the key to Dutch's chest." Arthur stated. He didn't want to go back, but he knew he had to secure himself and John's family a decent future. Hopefully a quiet one.

"If I go back there I'll be dead in five minutes." John retorted.

"Then go! I'll hold them off while you escape, then I'll go for the money." Arthur placed his Gamble hat on John's head, then handed him his satchel. "Take this in case I don't come back." As John ran off into the woods, Arthur readied himself for the fight to come. He feared it would be his last.

"DUTCH! MICAH! COME AND GET ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES!" Arthur yelled. He ran back down the trail to Beaver Hollow. Pinkertons were coming out of the woods left and right, and Arthur would slay them just as fast as they would come. As he made his way to the opening of the cave, he slowed down. He wanted to be careful here. As much as he wanted the fight, he knew that one could hide and take him by surprise at any moment. He made his way to the belly of the cave, he found the chest right where Abigail said to, and to her credit, it was there. He unlocked the chest and grabbed a burlap sack full of money. It was heavy, heavier than he thought it would be, so there was probably gold in there.

As he made his way out of the mouth of the cave, he was tackled from behind. As he regained his senses, he realized Micah was the one who had tackled him.

"Oh Morgan, I TOLD Dutch you would come back for our money. Always knew you were a selfish bastard." Micah was hunched over, ready to fight. Arthur saw that his pistol had been knocked from his holster after grappling him, placing this fight heavily in Arthur's favor. Arthur lunged at Micah, landing three solid blows on Micah's face, leaving him bloody. They exchanged blows, Arthur landing far more than Micah. After about five minutes of fighting both lay on the ground breathing heavily, with faces and knuckles bloody.

"Micah, I've always had a bad feeling about you. You RAT."

"C'mon Cowpolk, it was the smart decision. I secured my freedom no matter how this turned out. That makes me a survivor, and you a fool." Micah chuckled.

"So it would seem, son, so it would seem." Dutch walked out from the woods. Neither of them knew how long he was there, or if he knew what was going on.

"Dutch, shoot this traitor." Micah begged.

"He's the rat Dutch, you know it. I gave you all I had, I did." Arthur groaned.

Dutch just stood there. For the first time, he didn't have a plan. His son, Arthur, had lost faith in him. And he had just heard Micah admit to being a rat. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He looked at both men and just backed away into the darkness of the woods. He was done with both. No longer his problem.

Arthur stood up and spit out some blood. He walked over to Micah, who was borderline unconscious.

"You wouldn't kill a wounded man, would you Arthur?" Micah begged. He knew he had been beaten. There was no two ways about it, and he was hoping that Arthur had some mercy.

"Not usually." Arthur raised his revolver.

"Cowar-"

Arthur wouldn't let Micah finish. With one round Arthur avenged so many, yet he couldn't get redemption for the dead.