"You sure we are going the right way?" Sadie Adler yelled from the back.

They had been tracking the O'Driscolls for hours, and Arthur hoped they were gaining some ground. He kept the pace quick, seeing as tracking people was rather easy when he had a good idea of where they were headed. In his travels across West Elizabeth after he had been taken by Colm, Arthur had come across the abandoned, run down cabin with a cellar that still had stains of his blood. Glances at the ground confirmed that they were headed in the same direction now.

"I'm sure," Arthur said. They hadn't crossed the river yet. He vaguely remembered waking sprawled cross the back of a horse, the reflection from the water piercing his eyes.

Hosea rode up next to Arthur. "We'll find him, son," he said. But his voice shook, the reassurances falling empty.

This was taking too long. And on top of that, the memory of Dutch riding off was too fresh in Arthur's mind. Once upon a time, it was Arthur who had been left in the clutches of the O'Driscolls, with Dutch none the wiser.

Smoke rose through the trees in the distance. Arthur started to hope. They couldn't have been that far behind!

"Hold up," he said. Peering through the trees. A small group of people sat around a fire. Through binoculars, Arthur could see the dark coats, but he couldn't be sure from that far away. "Let's leave the horses, take a closer look."

They crawled to the edge of the hill, peering down at the camp. It was the O'Driscolls, alright. They stood around the campfire, and another man stood there as well. His greasy gray hair was under a black hat, the clothes he wore were expensive but worn and crumpled.

"Shit, Colm is here."

"Good," Sadie Adler said, pulling out her gun, Arthur lowering it with his hand.

"What did I say was the priority here?"

On the ground was another man. Arthur couldn't see well from his position, but he was sure he was covered in bruises. John.

"Hosea, look!"

"Is that John?"

"It has to be!"

"Alright, Arthur," Hosea said. "What's the plan?"

Besides intercepting the O'Driscolls before they got John to West Elizabeth, Arthur didn't really have a plan. His plan for these peace talks had been to either convince Dutch to not go through with it, which seemed unlikely, or to take out the men sent to kidnap him. He never expected Dutch to go to the meeting without him, or being out of camp when it happened.

"Colm might leave, then there won't be as many of them guarding John. We can take them out quick-"

"Wait, where's Mrs. Adler?"

Arthur looked around frantically, before spotting Sadie sneaking down towards the camp.

"Shit, she's going after Colm!" Right, Sadie wasn't as well-practiced as he remembered. Plus, given how she had reacted at Colm O'Driscoll's hanging, well, he should have seen this coming.

"Get ready," Arthur said, pulling out his own revolver.

"COLM! YOU KILLED MY HUSBAND!"

And Sadie was ducking around a rock, firing round after round into the O'Driscoll boys. Arthur moved up as well, standing and running to a thick tree for cover, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Hosea do the same. One look, he was aiming at the enemy. The second look, he noticed with horror that John wasn't laying on the ground anymore!

"Moving up, cover me!" he shouted at Hosea, and didn't wait for a reply. He heard a scream from Sadie, and he yelled her name but he didn't have time to look. John was no longer on the ground, he couldn't see Colm anymore!

He rounded a wagon, and stopped cold, his stomach dropping.

"Don't move, Morgan!"

Colm O'Driscoll held John Marston up by the hair, a gun pressed into his cheek. John himself was blinking slowly, eyes unfocused and wandering. But then his eyes found Arthur and they widened, and he struggled weakly against the hand holding him.

Arthur held his hands up, gun pointed at the sky. "Drop it!" Colm said, and Arthur saw no choice but to comply, throwing his revolver in few paces in front of him.

"Well, well, Arthur Morgan. Dutch's most loyal gun."

"Let him go, Colm." Arthur risked a glance to John, who was staring frantically at Arthur. He let out a small sigh at seeing that while John was beaten and bruised, he hadn't been shot.

"You know, I was surprised my boys didn't find you acting as lookout on that ridge. Are you starting to lose faith in Dutch's famous charisma? You know, if you want to make some real money, you could join me."

"It ain't about the money, Colm."

"Still, here you are, ruining my plans once again. I was expecting Dutch to ride in, and I was going to get all of you. Is he here?"

Arthur stayed silent, but it didn't help. "So, he didn't show? Pity, I had this whole trap planned just for him."

"Colm! Let John go!"

"I wonder what Dutch would do if I killed you both, right now! Might be worth it, to break Dutch van der Linde by killing his two sons." Colm's grip on John tightened, bringing the gun up to directly under John's eye. John strained to keep it in his vision.

Arthur swallowed. There was nothing he could do to stop Colm from shooting him or John in this moment. He hoped Hosea was close, though he could still here shots being fired on the other side of the wagon. "What do you want, Colm?"

"Oh, I haven't decided yet," Colm sneered. "But you killed my boys at Six Point Cabin, and you're going to die for that!"

What would happen if he died now? Since Arthur had woken up by some miracle in the Grizzlies, he hadn't considered that question much. Would he be forced to relive all this again? Wake up in the snow and storm? Or was this his only chance, and it would end as soon as Colm's bullet entered his skull? No more second chances. Perhaps it would be alright. Hosea knew about his journal, maybe Hosea could fix his mistakes and save the gang.

"You want to kill me, Colm?" he said, not entirely sure if he was making the right move. "Go ahead and try. But you gotta let John go."

"And why would I do that?" Colm laughed, but stopped when he saw the smile form on Arthur's face.

"Do you want to know how you die, Colm?"

Arthur had that one last card to play for time; knowledge of Colm O'Driscoll's future. Did he expect Colm to listen? No. Did he really, really want to watch Colm swing again. Yes!

Colm's grip on his revolver tightened, and Arthur smirked. "One of your women will talk, and get you arrested."

"What are you talking about?" Colm's face fell. Poor John looked even more confused, his eyes darting between the two.

"I'll always remember that day fondly," Arthur said. "You hanging in Saint Denis. The look on your face when you realized Dutch had ruined your escape plan?" He trailed off, the result reached. Colm was livid, hands shaking in anger, the sneer returning. Where were Hosea and Sadie?

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about, but you are going to die, Morgan!" Colm raised his gun to aim directly at Arthur. Arthur met John's eyes, possibly the last sight he would ever see, trying to convey in a look that he would be alright, everything would be alright.

BANG!

Colm stumbled, the gun lowering, and Arthur was moving again. He dove for his own gun in the grass, scrambling towards Marston as quick as he could. Colm released his grip on John even as Arthur fired his own round into Colm's chest.

He didn't have to wonder at what happened for long.

Sadie Adler limped over, unloading bullet after bullet into Colm O'Driscoll. Even after the man fell and stopped moving, she continued, pulling the trigger long after the empty clicks sounded when all the bullets had left their chambers.

"That's for my husband," she said.

Arthur grabbed John, pulling his brother up to his chest. John buried his head into the crook of Arthur's neck, breathing in short, panicked gasps, Arthur repeating, "It's alright, I've got you, you're OK." And then there was Hosea placing a hand on Arthur's shoulder, leaning over John to get a look at any possible injuries.

"Is he OK?" Arthur asked.

"I think so, I don't see anything life threatening," Hosea said, but then he looked up at Sadie. The woman was sinking to the ground even as Arthur watched, her clothes were soaked in blood. He had no idea if any of it was hers.

"Here, take John," he said, meeting Hosea's eye. He transfered his hold on John to Hosea, not missing the quiet whimper. John's eyes were closed, his pale face scrunched up against the pain Arthur had no doubt John was feeling. The O'Driscolls were not known for their hospitality.

Sadie was crying when he approached her, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders and waiting. And then…

"He was a good man, my Jakey," she sobbed. "I miss him every day, every moment."

"I know," Arthur said. He let her lean back against him.

"I think I'm turning into a monster, Arthur. But my memories of him? They still pure."

The amount of blood on her clothes concerned him. "You hurt, Sadie?"

Her hands covered her stomach, and Arthur carefully peeled them away, only to reveal a stab wound.

"Jesus, Sadie!"

She leaned further back into him, and Arthur turned back to Hosea. "Sadie's hurt, we need to get her to a doctor."

"We're close to Valentine," said Hosea. He helped pull John up to standing, though John leaned heavily on Hosea, eyes unfocused.

"No, not Valentine," Arthur said. "The doctor there is in with the O'Driscolls. Long story."

"We're too far from Rhodes."

"I know," he sighed. "Strawberry. We could go to Strawberry. I know it's the opposite direction than we need, but it might be safer."

Nodding, Hosea led John to his horse. Fortunately, Old Boy was hitched along with the O'Driscoll horses, but Hosea helped John to his own horse. Arthur picked Sadie off the ground, through she insisted on limping over herself. He lifted her on the back of Dakota.

Arthur looked to the body on the ground. "What about Colm? We might be able to collect a bounty on him."

"Should we risk it, this close to Blackwater?" asked Hosea. "It could bring Pinktertons to town."

But the money from such a bounty was too good to pass up. "How about this? I'll take Colm to the sheriff after we get to the doctor. The sheriff doesn't know me yet, and if it brings Pinkertons to town I'll help sneak y'all out. But we will get Sadie to the doctor, first."

So, they loaded Colm O'Driscoll's body on the back of Old Boy, and rode to Strawberry. Sadie cursed and grumbled the entire way to the doctor, and John passed out from exhaustion before they arrived, but Hosea was confident that they would both recover. After, he led Old Boy down the street to the sheriff.

"Good lord!" the sheriff said when Arthur entered with the body.

"I brought you Colm O'Driscoll," Arthur said. "He's dead, but it's him."

After he dropped the body on the floor and the sheriff examined it, the sheriff was baffled. "How did you ever manage to kill him?"

"Just got lucky, I suppose."

"Well, it's definitely him. Colm O'Driscoll! He's wanted in at least three states that I know of!" The sheriff wandered over to the drawers. "What's your name, sir?"

"Arthur Callahan."

"I don't even have enough money here for the bounty for West Elizabeth! But here, you can take this for now." He slid about five hundred dollars across the table. "I'll need to call in people from Blackwater to bring the rest."

That's exactly what Arthur had been afraid of. "Well, I'm a bit of a wanderer. And I have a family to get back to."

"I understand," said the sheriff. "Is there a place we could send the rest of the money?"

"Yeah, actually." He didn't want to send the money to Tacitus Kilgore, especially if they made the connection that Arthur Morgan was the one claiming the bounty.

"How about this? Send the money to Hamish Sinclair. He lives in a cabin on the O'Creagh's Run. I usually stop by there once a month, and I trust him to take care of it. Just let him know the money is for Arthur. I'll write to him as well."

"Well, if you say so," the sheriff said. Arthur dismissed himself, and sighed once he was outside. Then he walked down the street to check on John and Sadie.