He had just returned from a long ride to camp and had tossed the old fool Swanson into his tent as he lifted him off Albus' back. He was furious with him. He had almost been run over by a train an hour ago. Old Swanson had always been a troublemaker, from gambling to overdoing it with alcohol and heroin. He was a real nuisance. Thanks to Miss Grimshaw, he was now under her care and sang as he sipped his wine. Finally, he went towards his tent, thinking of Mary's letter, it still tormented him, part of him knowing that Mary must be having a problem that invited Arthur to meet her and part of him wanted to see Mary. lovely Mary Gillis, dear Mary, was what Arthur had been calling her for years and was hoping that she was still the sweet, charming Mary she had been. But it didn't take long for him to get out of his deep thoughts and it was at that moment that he saw poor, unfortunate Kieran, who kept moaning and begging them to let him go. Ever since they came there, he had been moaning and begging them to let him go. Although Mary Beth was the only one who had shown him any affection, his moans and groans were driving everyone crazy.

" What the hell is wrong with ya , boah?! Just talk. "

" I told ya.. I don't know anythin' . "

"Just say it ya moron. Where the hell is Colm O'Driscoll?? "

" I don't know..."

Arthur rolled his eyes in frustration

" Alright, I'm gettin' tired. Bill! "

" With pleasure. "

Bill took a hot iron rod from Pearson's wagon and went toward the tree to which Kieran was tied. Arthur pulled down his trousers and sent Bill towards him

" No, please, please !!!! "

" Look, boah, we just wanna talk "

" I'm talkin'! God, I'm talkin'! "

" So talk! Don't cry. Talk ! "

" I know where Colm is. He's in a cabin a little above of Valentine by the river..I'll take ya there... "

Arthur smirked and took a step towards Kieran as he put the cigarette in his mouth

" See? Don't look too hard. "

He took a deep breath and blew the cigarette smoke into Kieran's face. He coughed a few times as Bill pushed the hot iron rod aside to free him from the tree he was tied to.

" Lead the way. Bill, John, come with me. "

Arthur grabbed Kieran by his shoulder and pushed him toward the horses. Which John put him on his horse and the three of them trotted toward the cabin.

It didn't take long for them to reach the cabin. As they passed through the rocks and the yellow, relatively dry meadows, they came to a small hill. As they tied the horses to trees and headed towards the cabin. The O'Driscoll boys were around the cabin, there weren't so many, maybe the four or five . The group moved silently, but every moment they got closer to the cabin, the fear of facing Colm flashed in their eyes. As soon as Arthur tried to break down the cabin door, a man pointed a gun at his head and was ready to kill him when suddenly the sound of a gunshot broke the silence. Kieren. his hands shaking, shot the man with the gun in his hand and saved Arthur's life. John lifted him off the ground and both of them, along with Bill, broke down the cabin door and entered it. Broken glass, dark rooms, it seemed like no one had been there for a while, or worse, maybe it was just a trap.

" Ya! Ya brought us in here! "

Arthur glared at Kieran again, furiously, grabbing him by the collar to punch him in the face.

" No, no.. He was there, I swear he was there!"

" And why should I trust ?? "

" Because I saved your life.. I could have let ya die, but I saved ya... "

" Good point, Arthur. "

Bill and John nodded slowly, as Arthur rolled his eyes again, hopelessly, kicked a rock.

" Give me a break... Fine. I'll let ya to stay . Bill, tell Dutch, we won't kill him, for now... "

" See ? I ain't too bad, Arthur "

" Don't make me regret that "

It was the same evening that everyone was working at the camp. Arthur was still thinking about Mary. It had been a few days since he received Mary's letter, but he was still hesitant about meeting her. He snapped out of his thoughts. glanced at Hosea and Sadie, who were talking in a corner. It was unusual. When they moved here, Sadie usually sat quietly, staring off into a corner and not talking to anyone. His curiosity was piqued. as he walked slowly towards them, not wanting to draw attention, but the distance was enough to hear them clearly, even though he wanted to pretend that he couldn't hear anything.

" I can't do this anymore. We both know we're wastin' our time. "

"So are ya goin' to leave? "

" This ain't goin' to work. I'm ain't no use to him and he's just tryin' to start a conversation with me. "

" That's why ya're so useful to him. "

" I hate him ! The thought of someone tryin' to take my Jakey's place torments me. "

Hosea has a faint smile on his face, he lowers his head a little, and asks Sadie to sit a little closer to him

" Can ya see him, my dear? Arthur is thirty-four. He has been workin' side by side with us in this camp since he was just only a rebellious fourteen-year-old teen, and he has no complaints. Because he doesn't know what he's missin'. "

" So? "

" So, I'm countin' on ya to see what a great man Arthur will become. "

" How can ya be so sure, old man? "

" That's what I was prayin' for. So if ya don't like him, pretend you do. So easy ! "

" This ain't goin' to work.."

" Maybe. But I still hope. "

" Fine...I'll try. "

" I know ya will. "

Hosea stands up, gently places a hand on Sadie's shoulder, tells her in a gentle tone.

" And there's one more thing. Don't be so hard on yourself. Ya look pale, ya'd better go see a doctor. "

Sadie nodes, still thinkin' about the old man's words as Hosea walks away to tend to the horses. No doubt that Hosea was just tryin' to help, but it will hard to live with Arthur for two years. She's been livin' with this group of outlaws for a month and a half now, and she's still not used to any of them, one the other hand her illness is botherin' her. She's had mornin' sickness for two days and hasn't really wanted to eat much, so she thinks it's the sadness of being away from Jake that's got her into this state. But no, that wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. Arthur was a quiet, simple, and a loner man. He usually spent most of his time outside or hunting, and sometimes he would be in a corner writing something in his journal, but still, think about that would have been really painful for her that one day she would want to sleep with Arthur.

On the other hand, Arthur, who had heard Sadie's words about himself, felt ashamed and thought that perhaps it would have been better to leave her there in the Colter with her dead husband, but what could the law do with a widow who had no one else?

" Arthur Morgan! "

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Abigail, who was just a few steps away, staring at him with a sullen expression.

" Abigail Roberts. "

"We need to talk. "

" About ? "

" About him. He's been playin' with a bunch of rocks and sticks ever since we got here. Ya ain't goin' to do anything about it ?! "

" Well, tell me what to do? "

Abigail sighed in regret and then looked back at Arthur.

" Ya know how his father is a useless. So I beg you to do somethin' about Jack. A fishin' trip or somethin'... "

" I'll see what I can do. "

" Thanks Arthur. "

Abigail walked away from him and headed for her tent. Meanwhile, Arthur decided to take Jack to the river so they could spend some time together. Although Arthur wasn't a skilled fisherman, he still hoped that with Jack, they could at least catch a sardine.

" Hey, Jack. "

"Good evenin', Uncle Arthur. "

" Wanna go fishin' ? "

" Uh huh.. I like fishin' "

" Then let's go. "

Arthur picked up their fishing rods and then helped Jack to ride on Albus, he then saddled the horse himself and they set off towards the river below their camp.

" Nice horse, Uncle Arthur. "

" Yeeeeeaaaahhh, dumb old bastard! "

" I'll have my own horse too? "

" Sure. Why not? "

" Uh huh... I wanna make a wreath for Mama. "

"Sounds like a great idea. "

" Will Pa be happy too? "

"AAAAAhhhhh, I don't know. But your Ma will "

A little later, when they reached to the river. Arthur set out the baits to catch fish, although Jack soon found fishing boring and went for the flowers. It didn't take long for two men in black coats and red vests came up to them. They were both carrying guns and wearing hats that matched their coats, staring at Arthur.

" Mr. Morgan. "

" Yeeaah? Ya need help? "

" I'm Agent Milton. This is my assistant, Agent Ross. Arthur. Arthur Morgan, right? "

" Yeeeaaah... "

" We're lookin' for Dutch van der Linde. Blackwater has a $10,000 bounty on his head. "

" Nice number. "

" For ya is $5,000 . "

" $5,000 ? When can I turn myself in? "

" Don't play with us, Mr. Morgan. Where is Dutch van der Linde? "

" Well... I don't know. I haven't heard from him in months. We parted ways. "

" Ya expect me to believe ya?? "

" I have a kid. So ya have no other choice. "

" We'll be back. Hope ya tell us where Dutch van der Linde is next time. "

Agent Milton pulled his hat down a little and then walked back to his horse, but Agent Ross waited a moment and stared at Jack.

" Enjoy your fishin', kid. This may be the last time. And ya, Mr. Morgan, we ain't finish yet. Your friend Mac Callander was hanged a few weeks ago. Ya may be the next."

Both men saddled their horses and rode away at once.

As soon as they were gone, Arthur quickly saddled his horse and rode away with Jack back to camp. He asked the little boy to do not talk about it with anyone. Soon he took Jack back to his mother and went to Dutch. He insisted that there was nothing to worry about and that they were only government agents, Although Arthur still felt a sense of dread and fear about it.

The next morning, he went to a house in Valentine. His hair was combed and he was wearing a nice brown coat. He had a bouquet of wild flowers in his hand and was still anxious to see Mary. As he knocked nervously on the door, met a woman who opened it with a gun in her hand.

" Excuse me, ma'am, I wanted to speak to Mrs. Linton. "

The woman nodded doubtfully and it wasn't long before Mary appeared in the doorway. She was still beautiful and innocent after all these years. She was wearing a beautiful dark blue dress with two beautiful ruby earrings and a necklace. If poor old Arthur Morgan hadn't liked her, he would have robbed her by now.

" Hello, Arthur. "

Her voice was melodious. It whispered in his ears like a song, just as Arthur remembered, but he didn't want to admit that he still like Mary.

" Mary. "

" I'm glad to see ya. "

" So am I. I suppose. "

" Are they mine? "

Arthur immediately gave her the flowers and Mary involuntarily looked at Arthur with the same warm eyes as before

" I heard ya and your friends are campin' here. "

" Yeah... right. "

" And ya also hit on someone.. "

" It's nothin' special. She's just a widow. "

" Are ya interested in her? "

" Ya know me better, Mary. I'm too busy for love. "

" Right, right. too busy... "

" Ya wanted to see me? "

" It's about my family "

" Ha ! I should known... "

It didn't take long for Arthur, to went sadly to the terrace to light a cigarette, clearly annoyed by Mary's words

" Arthur, I beg ya. It's not what ya think... my family... "

" Ya mean the family that hates me?!

" It's about Jamie.. "

" Jamie... I've always liked Jamie. "

" He's Papa's heart . "

" Does Papa have a heart? "

" Arthur, please... "

" My money, my friends, my family... I wasn't enough... "

" I'm sorry...I'm so sorry... "

He looked at Mary again. The thought of even seeing Mary sad tormented him. He immediately took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her. Mary wiped the tears from her eyes with it and looked at Arthur again with a sad look.

" Ya know Barry is dead. "

" I heard. The pneumonia, right? "

Mary nodded her head and looked at Arthur again.

" I beg ya to help my brother. "

Arthur sighed in regret and took Mary's cold, limp hands.

" Where is he? "

" Somewhere in the Grizzlies East. He's with a group that calls themselves the Chelonians. "

" I'll find him. "

" Thank ya, Arthur. "

Arthur immediately left on horseback in time to reach Jamie and find him. A few moments later, when he reached to the Grizzlies East, there were several white tents and a group of people in matching clothes...