Ethan and Arthur rolled up to the Braithwaite plantation, ready to meet with Mrs. Braithwaite, who was hosting Hosea and Sean. She promised a game of cribbage and they took her up on her offer.

"What's cribbage, by the way?"

Arthur shrugged. "Some kinda card game. I've only ever seen Mrs. Grimshaw and Annabelle play it."

"That long ago, huh?"

"Easy now."

Arthur knocked and the door opened. An older black man appeared and asked them inside. They walked in through the threshold and looked around in utter astonishment. The place was enormous and finely decorated.

"Look at the mural!" Ethan whispered, pointing to the stairwell.

"I know…focus."

The parlor doors opened and there they were; Hosea and Sean sitting uncomfortably on the sofa, as Catherine sat in a chair. One of her sons sat beside her.

"Some Gentlemen have come for a visit, ma'am."

She looked up. "So…your friend, the liquor vendor…who's the young one?"

"Hello, ma'am–" Arthur cleared his throat. "Uh, this here is my son."

"Arthur, Ethan, welcome," Hosea greeted. "We were just playing cribbage. Catherine Braithwaite, Arthur Morgan and his son, Ethan."

"Nice to see you again."

"Apparently–" She tossed a few cards down on the table. "So this one…he as big and dumb as he looks?"

Ethan ducked his head with a snicker. Arthur eyed him from under the brim of his hat.

"Well…he's sure big, but his intelligence is a matter of some conjecture. Some say he is as dumb as he looks, but I think, well, he's not quite that dumb."

"So these are the boys going to Caliga Hall?"

"Yes, we could take care of that for you, but one hates to be course," He waved his hand. "There is the question of money."

Catherine chuckled. "Oh, we've got money, Mr. Matthews."

"Paper? Bonds? Metal?"

"She ain't gonna pay you with a certified check, you yankee numbskull." The son said.

Hosea waved Sean away. "Ain't childbirth the most beautiful miracle? It seems a lady can birth monkey's after all."

Ethan, Arthur and Sean left the parlor, leaving Hosea and Mrs. Braithwaite to play cribbage. And once Sean grabbed his hat off the coat rack, they left the house. And as they walked down the steps, Sean began skipping to the wagon.

"Can I drive?"

"No."

Sean turned to Ethan. "Yer pa drives a mean bargain."

He chuckled.

As they reached the wagon, Arthur climbed up onto the bench and took the reins. He looked between Ethan and Sean, before his eyes landed on Ethan.

"You sit beside me. Sean, you're in the back."

He scoffed ."There ain't no room, Artur Morgan!"

"Make room."

As Ethan climbed up beside Arthur, Sean went to the back with high hopes that he'd find a spot to sit, but Ethan wasn't sure he'd be able to; the back was packed full of moonshine.

"Alright, I'm in - but please, for the love of God, go easy. My balls are on the line here."

Arthur rolled his eyes.

"You was awfully quiet back there."

"Why the hell are you talkin' to me, Artur? I'm way back here!"

He chuckled.

"It took everything I had…that son of hers - I'll shove the silver spoon down his throat, and pull it clean out of his arse, the smug fucker."

"Okay…so what's she got us doin' at the Gray's place?"

"She wants us to torch the tobacco fields, said they ain't had rain in weeks 'round here."

Ethan turned around, facing in the opposite direction. "What? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh no, young Etan…she was very clear," He patted the crates. "Using all of this."

"The moonshine?" Arthur questioned.

"Yeah, the moonshine? I'd rather drink it or sell it." Ethan said.

"It burns faster than kerosene, that stuff. Said it'd be fittin', she did. All I'm thinkin' is how about I try fittin' my boot up your hook nose, you snotty old bitch."

Arthur chuckled and shook his head.

Ethan sat back down on the bench. "You think this is a good idea?"

"Well she asked. We're just followin' orders."

"I'll take those orders and shove them up her fat ass!"

"Hosea really picked the right feller for tea at the manor, didn't he?"

Ethan smirked.

"Oh, he was givin' it his usual flannel. One of these families got gold somewhere, he reckons. I mean, I'm all for stickin' it to rich folks - I hate 'em. But there better be some money at the end of this thing."

"Hosea knows what he's doin', Sean."

"Does he? The master finagler of nothin' he is."

"Easy now." Arthur warned.

To be fair, he wasn't totally wrong. Hosea was a master of a lot of things, but when he was in charge, things got done without drawing any unwanted attention to them; people were absolutely pissed off, yeah, but no one wound up dead as a result.

"So far, we've destroyed the still, tried to sell the shine back to them, now we're on this fool's errand."

Arthur shook his head.

"They was sayin' that old man Gray's doubled his security after that business at the saloon."

"I'm really regretting havin' him come along." Arthur whispered.

Ethan smirked.

"So…we're just gonna drive in there, is that it?" Arthur scratched the side of his face. "I'm still a little fuzzy on our directions."

"Don't worry, I got a plan–"

"Yeah, I heard that before."

Sean waved his hand. "Listen to me; wagons go in and out of there all the time with supplies, equipment and payroll. Especially now they've taken on all that extra muscle. We're just makin' a delivery, that's all."

Arthur heaved a sigh. "Alright then."

"I don't like the idea of all the extra muscle though." Ethan worried.

"We should be fine. In and out like them wagons - AH! Goddammit, Morgan, go easy!"

"Heh, sorry."

Ethan turned to Arthur. "What do you think?"

He shrugged. "I really don't know. The idiot may be right, we'll see."

"Heard that!" Sean yelled.

"Good for you!"

As the wagon pulled into Rhodes, they received the funniest looks from the locals. Ethan wasn't sure why, they were just making a delivery, but maybe they didn't look like the type that delivered? They traveled through town without a hitch, past the saloon and down the road towards the Gray's plantation.

It was quite peaceful without Sean talking; Ethan liked Sean a lot, but he talked too much. And he could tell his pa only tolerated him.

"Woah, woah! Hold up a second!" He called from the back.

Ethan spoke too soon, he feared.

"Are you not worried 'bout them Grays, English?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are. You. Not. Worried. 'Bout. Them. Grays?"

Arthur glanced over his shoulder. "In what sense?"

"They know Etan…and by now they know you."

"Shit–" He turned to Ethan. "He's right."

They couldn't risk being caught, so they had to think quickly. Arthur had an idea; he slowed the wagon down and climbed in the back, just behind the bench.

"You're with me. Sean, take the reins."

Ethan climbed in the back beside Arthur, as Sean took over the bench.

"Damn you, Artur. There was room up here!"

He smirked. "Just drive the damn wagon….and act natural - if you can."

"I will try."

"Yes and try to do an impression of a human being."

"I'm not gonna go that far."

The wagon suddenly lurched forward, and all the bottles of moonshine jiggled. They peered out from underneath the bench, able to see everything while being unseen to the rest of the world.

"Did you really know there was room?" Ethan whispered.

"Yes and no. I don't need him in my ear."

Ethan snorted.

They heard a voice telling Sean to slow the wagon; he obliged. Ethan gripped the edge of the wagon, hoping they didn't get caught.

"Easy now." Sean cooed, as he pulled back on the reins.

"Whatchu want boy?"

"I've got…uh, there was a thing at the saloon."

"Whatchu talkin' about?"

Sean tried to steady his trembling hands. "Well, I'm delivering the supplies."

"You're not the usual driver."

"You want a bottle, friend? Here." He reached behind the bench.

Arthur passed him the bottle.

"I'm new, I mean ya no harm," He laughed. "I come from Donegal, in Ireland."

"You don't say?"

"Yeah!"

The man walked over to his crate with a laugh.

"Yeah, they said you'd understand," Sean waved his hand. "Some kinda incident at the saloon in town, and I was told to bring this up here. Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies."

The man laid his shotgun down and walked to the wagon. Sean scooted over and allowed the guard to sit beside him.

"Okay, okay–" He took his bottle. "Right this way, I'll show you how to get there."

"Oh, thank you, friend." Sean snapped the reins.

The wagon lurched forward, jostling the bottles of moonshine in the back. Ethan glanced over at Arthur, anxiety written all over his face. And it didn't help that the same look was written all over his father's face too.

"The name's Sean…have a drink."

The guard hesitated a minute, but Sean urged him to take a sip. Arthur nor Ethan knew what Sean was planning, but if they had an idea, he wanted the man to relax.

He gulped the moonshine, then coughed. "Hamish."

"Hamish! Nice to meet ya, Hamish!"

They both shared a hearty laugh.

"Fine bit of country you've got here!" He shrugged. "Not as fine as Connemara, but fine nonetheless."

"My people come from Scotland."

"Is that right?" Sean chuckled. "Then, you and I are nearly brothers."

"Just over here–" Hamish pointed. "Just straight down the path here."

Sean drove the wagon down the path, careful to keep the horses at a canter. He didn't want to seem too eager and rush, because that's when mistakes were made.

"It's gettin' that I can barely keep track of all these deliveries comin' in."

Sean nodded. "When they said they was lookin' for more drivers in town, I jumped at the chance. I've never been a feller to kick a bit of honest work out of bed."

They shared another laugh.

"So, you folks have been having a hard time of it, have you?"

"Yeah…Mr. Gray's got a heap of problems right now with another family around here…buncha covetous lowdowns trying to sabotage his livelihood. It's disgusting."

"Dear oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that, Hamish. Sounds like you definitely deserve that drink."

Hamish laughed. "You don't even know the half of it."

Sean rounded the wagon around the corral, and then towards the opened barn doors. He was thrilled the charade would soon be over, and they could get to work. He eased the wagon into the barn, ducking so he didn't hit his head. The horses came to a halt and Sean pulled the brake.

"You can just unload in here."

Both men climbed down from the wagon, and Sean walked to the back to unload, or to make it look like he was going to unload. Ethan and Arthur quietly emerged from under the cover and over the bench. Arthur instructed Ethan to go stand near the horses, while he took care of the guard.

"This barn reminds me of these real fancy houses back in Donegal. Real fancy places they was, Hamish real fancy," Sean laughed. "They was rich folk, so naturally they built big houses. They were unimaginable, Hamish. You should've seen 'em–"

Arthur crept up behind the man and wrapped his arms around his neck, squeezing until he went limp in his arms. And just to make sure he was dead, he broke his neck; a sickening crunch that should offend him.

"We can hold up in here until it gets dark."

And as Arthur pulled the dead guard, Hamish, into the barn, Sean slid the door shut.

…

As darkness fell, Sean and Ethan began making the molotov's, as Arthur kept watch. They had enough to torch the entire field and then some.

"How ya gettin' on?"

"Good!" Sean beamed. "Yer boy here is a good listener."

Arthur nodded. "Good to know."

"We're nearly ready."

"Okay."

Arthur pulled on his mask, and Ethan did too. He started to shake, but he always shook just before they pulled a stunt. He watched as his pa walked to the door, and then opened it just long enough to check if the coast was clear.

"There's plenty of guards out there. Here's how I feel we should deal with things–" He pushed the door open all the way. "Sean, you head over to the dry barn. Ethan, you're with me in the fields."

Sean nodded. "Sure."

He closed the door and walked to the jug on the workbench. "We coat everything in moonshine…then we light it up. Thankfully it ain't rained and that old barn over there should go up like a torch."

"How many of these boys d'ya think you need?"

He grabbed three and handed three to Ethan. "Six should do it."

"You sure this'll work?" Ethan worried.

"If it don't we're shootin' our way outta here," He handed Ethan a jug of moonshine. "Let's head out the back."

Ethan lugged his jug of moonshine over his shoulder, and followed Sean and his pa to the back door.

"Once they catch wind of us, there ain't no turnin' back. So move quickly."

Sean snickered. "Of course. I'm rebel stock, boy. I was born burning down manor houses."

"Well burn quietly," Arthur turned to Ethan. "You alright to do this?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Alright. Stay sharp."

As they exited the barn, Sean crouched down behind some crates. Both Ethan and Arthur hurried over and ducked just beside him; guards off to the left of them. Sean rushed over to an outhouse and ducked just behind it. Ethan and Arthur both followed, as they lugged two heavy jugs of moonshine over their shoulder.

A wagon was coming through, which made them wonder what the hell was coming in at night? It must've been something good, because a delivery was hard to imagine. They heard some chatting between the driver and guards, a conversation that could be harmful to them if they managed to put two and two together.

Ethan waited for Arthur to make a move before he did, because the last thing he wanted was for it to be his fault that the whole thing went to shit. And when he did finally move, Ethan stuck to him like glue, until they were in the field among the tobacco plants.

"Start pouring." Arthur whispered.

Ethan went one way, as his pa went the other. He poured the moonshine sparingly down the rows, so he would have enough to continue in the other fields. The dirt was definitely dry, he noted, and if the dirt was dry, so were the plants. Once he finished the smaller field, he crouched low and crossed to the other side.

The plants were a little thicker and more mature, which meant they could hide a little easier. He poured sparingly down the rows, ducking in and out of sight when needed. When he finished the second patch of tobacco, he moved on to the next. He saw his pa up ahead, crouching low, waving him down.

Ethan didn't hesitate, he dropped to the ground as a guard walked by, lantern in hand. As Ethan laid there on the ground, he could hear the steady thumping of his heart in his ears. He could see the guard walking by, his pace agonizingly slow. He held his breath for fear that any noise would alert them to his presence.

He could see his father across the way staring directly at him, his hand still pressed to the ground. But once the guard finally passed, he waved him over. Ethan rushed across the way to the much larger tobacco patch, and began to pour down the row, following after his father.

"I got this side. You go over there." Arthur instructed.

Ethan nodded and hurried to the next row, pouring diagonally, until he reached his side of the patch. And as he continued pouring the moonshine, he saw his pa run across to the next patch of tobacco. And when he finished the last of the patch, he shook the jug and noticed he was running low.

He wondered if his pa was low too? He hurried across the field to the last patch of tobacco. He poured out the rest of the moonshine, then waited for his pa to catch up. And he was surprised to see him already waiting.

"All done?"

Ethan nodded. "Yeah."

"I'm just about done here. Start headin' back to the barn. I'll be there shortly."

"Alright."

He dropped the now empty jug and began his careful trek back to the barn. He could see the guards congregating near an out house, which could pose a serious problem, so he'd have to sneak out sooner. At least they were too preoccupied with each other to notice.

He snuck back through the smaller patches of tobacco, then ducked behind some crates to catch his breath. He could see the barn door open, and it was just a few feet away. He ran hunched over the rest of the way, giving his legs a much needed break.

When he got to the barn door, he stepped inside and hid in the shadows, as he waited for his pa. And if he squinted hard enough, he could see him moving through the tobacco plants. He saw Sean coming out from the shadows, and then his pa. They each took a molotov and Arthur waved Ethan over.

"Alright, burn the barn." Sean instructed.

They each threw a molotov into the barn, and watched as it immediately went up in flames. The dry weather and dry hay made for a very flammable situation.

"Light 'er up!"

Together, Ethan and Arthur began throwing molotov's at the tobacco fields, starting with the mature plants. The flames would carry over to the immature plants soon enough. They could hear the guards beginning to scream once they realized what was happening.

Sean heaved a dramatic sigh, as if he'd done this a million times. No one really knew his background, so it could be possible he was a professional arsonist.

"I'll deal with these fellers, you two keep burning!"

Sean began shouting obscenities at the guards, as they exchanged gunfire. Wherever Sean was concerned, there was more or less a shootout to follow. As the patch of tobacco went up in flames, Sean told Arthur to grab some horses from the stables.

Their horses likely fled already once they heard the gunfire, so stealing the Gray's horses was their best option at surviving this.

"Not right now, we got company. Look out."

Arthur raised his carbine repeater, and Ethan his cattleman revolver respectively. They all took cover behind an empty wagon, as the guards raced towards them.

"Where are these bastards comin' from?" Sean questioned.

Ethan turned to his left and saw a few guards coming out from the stables. Both he and his pa took the guards out, just in time for more to take their place. They had just enough time to reload, before they had to start shooting again.

"Pa! Behind ya!"

Arthur turned just as a guard raised his rifle; he put a bullet right between his eyes.

"They seem to be taking it well!" Sean taunted.

"This is a Goddamn mess!" Arthur griped.

"What do we do?" Ethan worried. "There's so many of them!"

"They didn't tell you there'd be an Army?"

Sean huffed. "They didn't tell me nothing!"

"More men up ahead!" Ethan warned.

Suddenly, the horses that were hitched outside the barn broke free and fled. Now they were truly fucked.

"There goes our ride outta here!" Arthur said, stating the obvious.

They ran back towards the burning fields, prepared to run through the flames and smoke, to get to the other side. And hopefully, there'd be some horses waiting for them, if not their own.

"I think there's a wagon back this way!" Ethan remembered. "It's the one from earlier! I'm sure the horses are still there."

"Can't take a whole Goddamn wagon!"

"We'll nick them horses and get the fuck out of here!" Sean yelled.

Arthur raised his rifle and took out a few guards, then glanced over his shoulder. "Alright, where is it?"

"This way!"

Sean led them both through the fiery damnation of the Gray's plantation, shooting their way through any strongholds, before they found the wagon and two shire horses still attached. However, before they got to the wagon, more guards came out of nowhere. They all took cover behind a wagon, dodging bullets left and right.

"Stupid bastards!" Sean yelled.

Arthur grew tired of just waiting, so he stood up from behind the wagon and walked through the flames of both fields, taking out every person he saw.

Ethan and Sean followed suit, utterly speechless. But then again, Arthur was known to do ridiculously, amazing things. And Ethan could back up every story - well, maybe not every story. There were times when he wasn't there to see the things his father did.

And when Arthur ducked, so did Sean and Ethan. They knew better than to second guess his motives; if he did something, it was for the best. After taking out some guards, he waved them over. And once they were behind the barrels, Sean took the lead and ushered them away from the flames and smoke.

However, their exit was blocked by a few guards and gunfire. Together, all three took on the gaggle of guards, and then pushed on.

"Hope Hosea pays us real well for this!"

"Bloody right!"

They ran through the flames; the heat too close for comfort. And when they finally rounded the bend, they saw the building and the wagon just outside.

"See, there it is!" Sean pointed. "Maybe they haven't unloaded the cash yet."

They ran up on the wagon, the horses skittish and a bit jumpy to start. And as Arthur untethered them, Sean and Ethan went in search of the payroll. Sean laughed as he dug through the back. Ethan shook his head as he waited, keeping watch.

"C'mon you dope, hurry up!"

"Careful now, young Etan!"

He rolled his eyes. "Enough with the young Ethan. You're two years older than me!"

He laughed. "I'm old enough to be your brother!"

"God help us if you were…"

"You two done back there!?" Arthur asked.

Sean finally found the payroll and cheered. "Yes, pa, we are!"

Arthur glanced over his shoulder.

Ethan smacked Sean on the arm. They hurried to the horses and Ethan jumped on the back with his father, as Sean took the white shire.

"Hang on. We ain't goin' for a nice stroll," Arthur warned. "Alright, let's get the hell outta here!"

"Yee-haw!" Sean screeched.

Ethan held onto his father, as they raced away from the plantation. Unfortunately, the danger wasn't over just yet. Reinforcements came out of nowhere, shooting and chasing after them on horseback. He aimed for one and then shot, aimed again, and then shot. Aim and then shoot, aim and then shoot.

One by one, sometimes two by two, guards went down, until they were suddenly out of sight and Ethan, out of ammo.

"Talk about a party!"

Arthur snorted. "You call that a party?"

"You're insane." Ethan muttered, hands trembling.

"But you love me!"

"That's debatable."

He tossed his head back laughing.

"That Braithwaite hag got her money's worth alright!"

"Let's just get out of here!"

They rode away in a cloud of dust and fury, low on ammo and high on adrenaline. It was a good haul, Ethan thought, he just hoped it was enough for Dutch. After they crossed the tracks, and were far enough away from the plantation, they slowed the horses down on a hill, and they could see the orange glow from the flames.

"Wheew, that was fun!"

"You're a strange breed of people."

"Ha!" Sean shook his head. "At least we got away. I didn't think we was gonna."

"That we did."

"Interesting little fight Dutch put us in the middle of here."

Ethan holstered his gun. "Kinda worried what other fights he has planned for us."

Arthur chuckled. "I hope him and Hosea are right, and there is money at the end of this rainbow."

"What do we do now?"

He pointed. "Head on back to camp. We'll divy up the money later."

"Are we going back? I need a drink." Ethan sighed.

Arthur snickered. "Yeah, sure. Let's go. You watch our backs."

"I'm low on ammo."

"Use it sparingly."

Ethan heaved a sigh. "Alright…ya know? It kinda was fun."

"It ain't supposed to be fun–" Arthur warned. "But uh…yeah, I reckon it kinda was."

"You're such a sucker." Ethan teased.

"Yeah, yeah."