July 18th, 1899

"Did you hear? Colm O'Driscoll got arrested by the law down in Saint Denis - they're gonna give him a public hanging in a week's time." Said the man who ran the fence.

Danny was handed his payment in exchange for the goods he handed to him. But he was left surprised when he heard the news.

"Colm O'Driscoll? He'll get out, probably on the day of his trial." Danny responded nonchalantly.

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Well, let's just call it a hunch. Thanks a lot, mister."

"You take care now."

After the brief exchange, Danny mounted his horse and patted the elegant creature before he poked its sides with his spurs and snapped the reins, pushing his horse to ride off so that he could return to camp before they had to leave.

By the time Danny was riding up around Lakay, he spotted multiple carriages in the distance. He had to pull in the reins to force Abercrombe to stop. The harder he squinted his eyes, Danny quickly realised that the gang were already on the move to their new camping spot further up North. So he took less effort in catching up to them and rode up alongside the front carriage where Dutch was, riding with Miss Grimshaw.

"Uncle Dutch!" Danny called out as his horse matched the pace of the convoy. "Where we going?"

"Danny! It is good to see you, son." Dutch hollered back. "We're riding up to a place called Beaver Hollow. Now-Now, ride up ahead with Mrs Adler to make sure we don't have any surprises along the way."

Nodding his head, Danny barked at his horse and rode up along the road headed up North until he caught up with the blonde outlaw, Mrs Sadie Adler. The blonde woman was startled by the company but still welcomed it happily as she and Danny rode ahead to ensure there were no lawmen, Pinkertons or bounty hunters lingering in the area.

The ride up to Beaver Hollow was a long ride, but it proved to be a fairly decent spot for the gang to camp in, once the convoy caught up.

Dutch had his tent set up at the entrance to the cave, where it seemed that Charles Smith had been putting much effort into cleaning up the place leading up to the gang's arrival. Everyone else had their tents spread apart from Dutch's, which once upon a time, used to surround him or be set up closely to the once great leader. The campfire was dead in the centre of the new camp, between Arthur's and Dutch's tent with a table near the fire.

Danny assisted in unpacking after he gave his fiancé a kiss on the mouth. But even with the plentiful hands about, it saddened those who focused on the reality in which they were in, and how mighty their fall from grace was.

Everyone was carrying their weight - with the exclusion of little Jack, due to being a four year-old in a world that flew past him where he wouldn't care to remember much once he matured. Even a sober Karen Jones was able to set up chairs and such while Javier and Bill lifted more heavy objects around.

Dutch stood outside of his tent with one hand behind his back and the other holding a cigar between his index and middle finger. His cold, expressionless demeanour slowly became more evident that it was a natural complexion to his true nature while those who currently remained faithful to him, drifted further and further apart.

As the gang were close to finalising their unpacking camp equipment, Arthur Morgan rode in and approached Dutch.

"How you get on?" Dutch greeted his oldest, dearest friend with a pedestrian and gravelly voice.

"Okay. Found a girl, took her home."

"Oh?"

"You and... Micah, find anything?"

Dutch nodded his head confidently. "Maybe. I think maybe, I found our old friend Mr Cornwall."

"You did?" Arthur asked, feigning interest, knowing that they needed the least amount of trouble from the wealthy businessman.

"Yeah. He's buying a stake in the mine in Annesburg."

"Relentlessly ambitious feller, isn't he?"

"Micah and I will sniff about, see if he knows we're here, and exactly what his plans are."

Just as Dutch almost finished his sentence, he spotted a rogue figure entering in the company of the camp rat, Uncle. And to make matters worse, it so happened to be Molly O'Shea who returned to camp - to the surprise of many, but also to their shock at how the woman had the tenacity to return to yell abusively towards Dutch over their once prosperous relationship.

"Sooo, Dutch! Did you miss me?!" Molly O'Shea yawped as she staggered into camp, no longer with Uncle there to hold her steady on her feet.

"I found her, drunk in Saint Denis." Uncle explained.

Due to receiving the information on where the camp was to be, Uncle had made the long journey from Saint Denis with a drunken Irishwoman on the back of his horse.

Dutch acknowledged his former lover icily, due to him no longer having any interest in much else but money. "You're back. How jolly, Miss O'Shea."

"It's Molly, you sack of shit!"

The pair then began to speak over one another, which gathered the attention of folk in camp.

"Back and drunk."

"Who made you the master, the Lord, God Almighty?!"

"Molly, calm down."

The gang had all gathered around them, all incapable of sticking their noses elsewhere due to being concerned over Molly's wellbeing, which was ironic, given that this was one of the main reasons why she was piss-drunk in the first place; the sole reason being Dutch's neglect. Even Micah was enjoying himself as he sat on a barrel, watching his boss have a heated argument with his former lover.

"I won't be ignored, Dutch Van der Linde. I aren't him, I ain't her..."

Molly's gaze lingered on Mary-Beth for a split second longer than when she threw her arm, pointing her index finger accusingly at both Bill and Mary-Beth. Even being piss-drunk, Molly had some sobriety maintained as she spat at Dutch's face.

"Or any of you stooges!"

"Calm yourself, miss!" Dutch ordered firmly, his tone growing from frustration.

"You don't owe me nothin'. I don't owe you nothin'! Nothin'! I'll spit in your eye. I did! I told them!"

When she said this, the others became increasingly concerned as to what specifically Molly was referring to. Micah too, was up on his feet, and concerned about what nonsense Molly was sprouting.

"I'm sorry...?" Dutch muttered anxiously, his piercing dark brown eyes stared the redhead down as she fumbled about, clearly incapable of standing still on her own.

"Yeah, I told them, and I'd tell 'em again! Now I've got God's ear!" Molly jeered, taunting and mocking her former lover with malice.

"You told who, what?"

"Mr Milton and Mr Ross... about the bank robbery. And I wanted them to kill ya!"

Angrily, Dutch drew his revolver and pulled back on the hammer, pointing it at the Irishwoman as he snarled, "You did what?!"

Molly ignored the judgemental stares she received from everyone at camp. Now that it had been publicly accused, everyone had come to believe that it was now Molly's fault for their predicament.

It even came as her fault for getting Hosea and Lenny killed, and for their losing all the gold. Even unknowingly accelerating Arthur's incurable disease.

"I LOVED YOU, YOU GODDAMN BASTARD! GO ON, SHOOT ME!" Molly shrieked hysterically to the point that she was on the brink of tears.

Arthur put one hand on Dutch's shoulder and the other on his wrist as he tried to convince Dutch to not spill any more blood in camp.

But as Dutch kept his attention focused solely on Molly O'Shea, it caused him to feel more physical anguish when he noticed the smug look about her once she saw how much it had affected him. And yet nobody was there to notice Danny, who had become equally frustrated at Molly, to the point where he too was extremely tempted to shoot her dead on the spot.

"You told on me?! YOU BETRAYED ME?!" Dutch snapped irately.

"Ohhh, you're not so big now, are you?" Molly taunted.

"QUIET!" Arthur shouted over them. "Just calm down. She's a fool. Get her out of here."

"You know, the rules!" Dutch growled. 

Molly continued to wail on about how she finally managed to get Dutch's attention in the most unconventional manner.

"You-"

A loud booming sound rang out from the more crowded section of camp. The sound of a shotgun blast came from Miss Grimshaw herself. 

Given that Bill Williamson was right next to the camp dragon when the gunshot went off, he was physically shaken as he slowly craned his head around to look at the blank expression on Miss Grimshaw's face as she cocked the weapon, causing the cartridge to pop out of the loading and eject port.

Everyone was absolutely horrified at what happened that their minds were scrambling to process what exactly happened. But by that time, Molly O'Shea was already dead before her body hit the ground.

By witnessing the gruesome sight of the rather disgusting hole in Molly's stomach, Mary-Beth couldn't help but feel unwell at the sight as her hand unconsciously hovered over her stomach.

"She knew the rules, Arthur. What the hell is wrong with you?" Miss Grimshaw scolded the enforcer. "Mr Pearson, Mr Williamson, get this body outta here and get it burnt. Now get back to work, all of ya! Quit your lollygagging! Get back to work!"

As the crowd dispersed, the gang now felt even more torn apart.

Danny took Mary-Beth's hand as he had to forcefully, but with gentleness, pry his lover away so that she could no longer be traumatised by the sight of Molly's corpse being desecrated.

"Are you alright, darling? Hey. Look at me. Look at me, sweetie. Everything's alright." Danny purred calmly as he brought Mary-Beth over to their sleeping area while the body was carried out of camp.

Mary-Beth was still in shock after witnessing Miss Grimshaw murder Molly O'Shea in cold blood.

It was a given that Miss Grimshaw was cold to almost everybody, but to expect cold-blooded murder was something that nobody could have anticipated from the camp dragon.

When there was a profound lack of words capable of comfort, Danny resorted to the other method he had in mind, and he pulled her into a hug, allowing her to hide her face in his chest. He rocked their bodies gently side to side while Mary-Beth fought the urge to cry out loud.

"It's okay, honey. We're going to get out of this. I promise. We're going to get out of here and never look back." Danny vowed.

Meanwhile, most of what remained of the gang had forgotten about Molly's death and focused on themselves as they sat around and did nothing productive, in spite of new motivation now that everyone was aware of what Miss Grimshaw was truly capable of if she was rubbed off the wrong way.

Charles had been mending equipment in camp when he valued a drink to suffice him. The buff brute walked quickly from behind one of the wagons to fetch himself a cup of coffee when his attention was stolen by Micah Bell, who was seated at the table with a full bottle on the table.

"Hey, redskin. Go fetch me something to eat." Micah ordered discourteously.

Charles stopped walking and craned his head to look over at the blonde-haired man.

"Excuse me?" Charles growled.

Micah got up to his feet and hit his shoulder once he was breaching Charles' bubble.

"I said, fetch me something to eat."

The condescending tone Micah used with him was a mistake, especially being so close and personal. Suddenly, Charles grabbed Micah with both hands and threw him off his feet, causing Micah to grunt on impact.

"Eat that!" Charles spat and stormed off.

While Micah laid on the floor, contemplating his approach with Charles, he half sat up and warned Charles to mind his temper around him in the future. Micah then took his place back at the table to finish his drink.

Good company found its way over to where the engaged couple were. Skylar desired to concern herself with Mary-Beth after seeing how distressed she was after Molly was shot dead in the middle of camp. So when she approached them, she brought a drink with her to help soothe Mary-Beth's nerves.

"How you two holding up?" Sky inquired, her voice sounded soft and gentle enough to steady Mary-Beth's heart rate.

Danny immediately looked at the dark-haired brunette and smiled a frown at her.

"We'll be fine, Sky. Thank you." He thanked her sincerely.

Mary-Beth took the cup from Sky and gently blew on the surface of the drink before she took a sip.

"How are you doing?" Danny asked.

Sky sighed heavily. "I'm not too sure. I think... I think I might leave. Things are getting too crazy lately. It's only a matter of time before the law shows up and kills us all. I don't want to die yet. Not like this. I just want..."

"Want what, Sky?" Mary-Beth cooed.

The dark-haired brunette opened her mouth to speak, but someone else's words replied to what Mary-Beth asked in a condescending manner.

"She just wants a mommy and daddy to love her after hers abandoned her. You have old Dutch to thank for that, woman." Micah Bell sneered nearby.

The moment he appeared was the moment that their interaction turned sour. With how ill-mannered and grievous Micah was towards others, it came as no surprise when he encouraged a reaction from his victims.

"Go fuck yourself, Micah." Sky fired back hotly.

Micah smirked and chuckled to himself, mumbling something to himself as he walked off.

As soon as the blonde was out of earshot, Sky asked the young couple about whether or not they were going to cut and run themselves.

The question itself was a matter that Danny had been contemplating much of lately. All he wanted was to keep Mary-Beth safe and raise their family someplace where trouble wouldn't find them. Even if he knew that one day, his sins would come back one day to punish him.

"Soon, I reckon." Danny answered briefly. His answer would have come out with more confidence, had he not found conflict with his loyalty to Dutch.

It was only a matter of days before everything would go down South.