In a span of several years without riding a horse, Mary-Beth surprised herself with how efficiently she managed to control the animal she sat on top of and guided, swerving past motor vehicles and carriages alike while she and her daughter headed to the docks.

Until she arrived at the docks, Mary-Beth let her daughter down first before she slid off and then collected their luggage and headed to the station clerk for a ticket.

"Mama, are we gonna come back? I didn't get to tell my friends we're going." Karen asked innocently.

Mary-Beth frowned. "I don't think we'll be coming back, sweetie."

"Okay..."

"Here's your ticket, ma'am," said the station clerk.

Mary-Beth took the three tickets and waited anxiously on the board walk next to the board she was to get on while she and Karen waited for Danny to return to them.

It was slightly difficult for her to search for her husband when there was a crowd of workers lingering in the area during their lunch break whilst they had a building under construction. A couple of the workers noticed the mother and daughter idling in the area and amused themselves with inappropriate things they'd like to do to the mother, for she was still very attractive, despite receiving cruelty from Miss Grimshaw several years ago, who once bitterly expressed her envy for time being in her favour.

Now, Mary-Beth stood anxiously with her daughter, waiting for her husband to arrive while some men eyed her.

A stranger, one of the workers who was slightly withered in his appearance but also strong with his physical attributes, approached Mary-Beth with the intention to entice her.

When he addressed her, his voice was close to 'bogan' - a term that described someone as uncouth as a part of their low social status. "G'day ladies. You, uh, going travelling? You seem to be pretty anxious."

"We're fine, thank you." Mary-Beth responded, revealing her Southern accent to the man.

"Oh, you're not from around here. Been here long?"

"Seven years."

"Aw, strewth! Shame you can't stick around, though. Maybe we could pop by the pub and have a cold one while you wait for your ferry to... where are ya goin'?"

Mary-Beth refused to make eye contact with the man so as to give him the impression she did not want his company. It was already bad enough that the law was on her tail again, so she was on her toes if trouble came before her husband arrived.

"I'm gonna have to pass on that offer." Mary-Beth declined politely.

"Aw, look, if it's the ankle biter you're worried about, she can be looked after by some of the boys. They all have kids, so they know how to keep a child occupied. And thank God I don't have to wake up 'round two in the morning to comfort a screamer." The man offered stubbornly.

The man became impatient and suddenly aggressive, to which he grabbed Mary-Beth by her forearm and tugged on it.

"Quit playin' hard to get, will ya?"

"Let go of me!"

"Mama!"

The commotion drew the attention of folk in the area, but nobody was willing to lend a hand, and the workers who were allied with the stranger harassing Mary-Beth simply sat by and chuckled in humour of the sight before them.

A tap on the man's shoulder caused him to stop what he was doing and turn his attention to the person standing behind him.

Behind him was somebody he ought not to mess with. Her husband.

"Get your goddamn hands off her." Danny mumbled, his expression was stone-cold and vexed.

The man harassing his wife couldn't help but chortle at how menacingly Danny appeared and sounded. His untidy appearance almost gave the stranger the impression that Danny was a simple low-life drunkard who had nothing better to do but stick his nose in other people's business.

"Who're yo-" The stranger was cut off when Danny's fist collided with his mouth.

From how hard he punched the stranger, it effectively knocked him unconscious right when his body leaned over and hit the ground.

Both Mary-Beth and Karen threw themselves at Danny, embracing him in a tight hug.

"You're safe, you're safe. C'mon. Let's get outta here." Danny whispered assuringly.

The three then boarded the ship that would soon depart from Australia. But just as they stepped foot on board the vessel, they heard a man bellow Danny's name.

"DANIEL MATTHEWS!!"

The ominous presence of the Pinkerton lurking on the other end of the boardwalk holding a gun pointed directly at Danny's chest left the family of three in complete trembling fear.

"Get off the ship, Mr Matthews. And no funny business, either." Agent Booker insisted as he kept his gun arm as steady as a rock.

"Easy..." Danny muttered as he slowly raised his hands up in level with his head and disembarked from the ship that was supposed to be his safe passage.

"Here's what's going to happen... you're coming with me and that'll be the end of it. No starting over again, no more escaping justice, 'cause justice is about to be served. I'll give you one last chance, Mr Matthews: hand yourself in now and you have my word that the women will live to see another day."

Frightened by the menacing law-abiding do-gooder, Mary-Beth pulled her daughter against her body with her face buried in her waist so that she didn't have to visually witness any everlasting trauma.

Danny bit down on his bottom lip with his teeth hidden by his upper lip as he pondered on the offer.

"And if I don't?"

"Then that beautiful wife of yours swings. The public won't care, so long as they believe the aspersions that she was a savage murderess behind those romantic novels the inspirational 'Leslie Dupont' wrote. As for the kid? Well, I'm sure she'll be just fine in a catholic orphanage. That is, if the diseases don't get her first. So what's it going to be, Mr Matthews? Am I going to have two graves prepared, or are you going to spare me a couple bullets?"

Danny grit his teeth together and stared harshly at Agent Booker before he turned his attention to his wife. The second he gave her his attention, his features instantly softened.

"We had a good run, but... now it's over for me, Mary-Beth." Danny sighed in defeat.

"No! You-You can't do this! You can't go, not now! Not when I need you the most!" Mary-Beth cried helplessly as tears flooded her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mary-Beth. But Agent Booker is right. I've done a lot of bad things. For so long, I thought that I could get away with anything. Until we came here and spent seven incredible years together in solitude from our past, I've come to understand my religion, my belief in God, which has allowed me to comprehend that my actions will have consequences - and given the chance to atone, this is my calling." Danny's voice trembled.

He looked down at his daughter and smiled a heavy frown as he addressed her next.

"Sweetheart, daddy has to... I have to go somewhere for a while. I need you to be strong for me, okay? Look after your mama, study hard, and make sure that you live a good life; don't live any of that nonsense I tell the kids in your class. 'Cause revenge is a fool's game. It ain't worth killing people over, let alone killing a part of yourself inside. Don't give in to your anger."

Slowly, Danny craned his head in the direction of Agent Booker, refusing to express any form of emotion towards him.

There was a crowd on board the ship that he and his wife and daughter were supposed to be on, but instead it would just have to be them departing without him. Now content with his decision, the next few steps Danny took involved him walking back across the boardwalk towards Agent Booker.

Said agent drew handcuffs and applied them onto Danny's left wrist, then his right. The tightness around his wrists became excruciating that he couldn't help but wince as he captured one last image of his wife and daughter before his departure.

But Danny still had one last trick up his sleeve.

Right as Mary-Beth and her daughter tore their eyes off of Danny to the crowd watching things unfold, they heard a scuffle. They both turned around and spotted Danny fixing the key into the handcuffs so that he could free himself.

Danny managed to secure the gun on Agent Booker's person but so did the agent. They both wrestled for dominance over the gun, all the while the ship slow departed from the dock. With no time left to waste, Danny headbutted the Agent and emptied a bullet right between his eyes before he made a dash down the boardwalk.

He ran as fast as his legs could take him. His heart was in his throat and he was afraid about whether he'd make the jump or not. The closer he got to the end of the dock, the quicker Danny had to calculate his jump. He had to make sure he had enough momentum to reach the railing of the ship. Eyeing the edge of the boardwalk, Danny inhaled sharply and swung his arms out from underneath him up over his head, his fingers bent and tense, shaped like fish hooks. He found himself flying through the air at a tremendous human speed, soaring over the putrid smell of seawater below him.

A bead of sweat hanging from Danny's temple made an upward departure when Danny found himself descending, but with a clear mind on the moment he could grab the railing of the ship.

BANG!

That was the sound of Danny's body colliding with the rear of the ship.

Danny's hands clung onto the railing for dear life as the outsole of his shoes fought against the metal in desperation to find a grip to maintain himself without the constant struggle he was currently experiencing.

Just when his strength rapidly deteriorated, two pairs of hands reached out and grabbed each of his forearms, hoisting him up over the railing as he scraped the front of his body over the round-shaped railing. Once he was fully on board the ship, Danny exerted heavily as two men knelt down on either side of him and sat him up while his wife peppered his face with her lips, only to slap his chest a couple of times.

"Don't you ever do that again! Do you understand me, mister?! Don't you ever put yourself in danger like that again! You-You had me scared to death!" Mary-Beth sobbed hysterically until her sobs were muffled when Danny pulled her into his chest once he was able to sit upright on his own.

All Danny could do was whisper, "I'm sorry," into her ear repeatedly until she calmed down.

Meanwhile, Karen sat on the other side of her father and rested her body against his side whilst he cradled his wife in his arms until they decided to occupy their rooms on board the ship. 

Now, they could finally take it easy, knowing that the worst was finally behind them.

The next thing Danny had planned was for them to return to Blackwater and head to Beecher's Hope and find salvation with the Marston's.