The sun was beginning to rise when Arthur starts to wake up. He groans a bit then turns his head to the right and sees (y/n)'s bare back facing him. For one fleeting moment, he forgot what happened but then the events that transpired the night before flooded his mind and he smiles.

He turns on his side and drapes his left arm over her as he starts to kiss her shoulder. She made a noise at this and she turns over then snuggles up to his bare chest. Arthur chuckles a bit at this then leans his head on top of hers just as she lets out a sigh of content.

Arthur kisses the top of her head and has his right arm snaked around her then runs his fingers up and down her arm. He laid there and thought how much he wanted to do nothing but just lay here with her all day. Have her in his arms and just enjoy each other's company and maybe have her scream out his name again, letting the people of Lemoyne know who she belonged to.

Meanwhile, (y/n) opens her eyes and realized that she had cuddled up to Arthur, which made her smile. She raises her head and see that he was awake but he had that far off look, like he was in a deep thought. She smiled at him then started to kiss his chest and moved her lips to his neck.

This got his attention as he turns his head to her and sees she's awake. She giggles at this then said. "Morning, handsome." Arthur smiles at her compliment and said. "Morning, darlin'."

They smile at each other and they go to share a kiss. Once they finished their kiss, (y/n) leans her head against his chest then let's out a small sigh. "I wish we could stay here like this all day." She said. "Me too, sweetheart." He said as he hugs her close to him. "But...we have to go back."

(Y/n) sighs again at this. "I know." She mutters. They share another look then give each other a quick kiss before they start to get up. They start to get dressed when (y/n) sees some scratch marks on his back. She smirks and points it out. “Damn, I think I did a number on you.”

Arthur turns to her and, being a cheeky bastard, pointed something out as well. “I could say the same about you.” he said as he points at her body. She looks down and noticed the multiple bruises he made on her body, mainly around her waist and legs. "Oh..." she said, surprised, as she looks over the bruises.

Arthur started to feel a bit guilty as he looks at the bruises on her body. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” he asked, worried. She looks back at him and gives a small smile to him. "I'm fine, Arthur. They don't hurt, quite the opposite actually." (Y/n) replied and Arthur's lips twitched a bit.

(y/n) walks up to him and places a right hand on his cheek. "Plus, if anyone sees 'em and asks...they'll know who I belong to." She said, coyly, and Arthur smiles as she goes and kisses him. He kisses her back and it turns into a long, slow, sensual kiss. They break the kiss and lean their foreheads against each other before Arthur opens his eyes to look into her pretty (e/c) ones.

"Keep talkin' like that and I'll put new ones on ya." He said in a low growl which made (y/n)'s heart skip a beat. "Okay, okay...maybe next time." (Y/n) said, chuckling a bit, and they do a quick kiss before they finally finish getting dressed. 

Once they were fully dressed, they exit the tent and tear down the campsite. After that, they packed up everything, mount their horses and head back to the camp.

That had been a few days since it happened and while most people at the camp didn't question where they were, some had their suspicion. Mainly, Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen. Sometime after Arthur and (y/n) returned, the girls started to come up to her and basically ask what happened.

(Y/n) tried to play dumb but they wouldn't have it. "Oh you know exactly what we're talking about, (y/n)." Karen said as (y/n) looks between the three girls. "C'mon, what happened out there?" Tilly asked and (y/n) smirks. "A lady never kiss and tells." She said and the girls started to giggle and squeal at this while (y/n) rolls her eyes. "You girls are ridiculous." She laughs. And at that point, Grimshaw came up and started yelling at them to do their chores.

Days went by as everyone continued on doing chores or doing jobs to some more money. Arthur had gone and done some more debt collecting jobs for Strauss and even went off with Lenny to an old plantation that was some miles away.

And between those jobs, Arthur would take (y/n) and they would walk some miles away from the camp and try to sneak some more alone time with each other, although during these times it had to be quick. 

And in one of those times (y/n) dragged him away from camp. What got her started? Well, she was just sitting by the fire and noticed that Arthur was nearby and chopping up some wood. She wasn't for sure why but she couldn't stop staring at him as he picked up the axe, placed a log on the larger tree stump, then brings the axe up and slams it down on the log, cutting it in half.

(Y/n) started to feel like there was butterflies in her stomach and she felt her face heat up. Her heart raced in her chest as he continued chopping wood, the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and she could see part of his chest. The sleeves of his shirt clinged onto his arms and she could see his muscles flex every time he raised the axe and brought it down to chop the log in half.

Having enough of feeling this way, she gets up and walks towards him as he chops the last log. He sets the axe down when (y/n) comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. He stiffens at first but then relaxed as she stands on her tiptoes and begins to whisper in his ear. "Hey there, cowboy...how bout you and me get outta here."

She unwraps her arms around him then takes his hand in hers and starts to lead him away from the camp. "Oh? And just where are we going, Miss (l/n)?" He asked her and she stops, turns to him and gives him a coy smile. "A quiet place where I can show you a good time." She replied and Arthur smirks at this.

"Is that so?" He asked her, a cheeky smile still plastered on his face. "I need you right now." She said, in almost in a begging tone. "Well then...lead the way, darlin'." He said and they leave the camp grounds to find a secluded place. 

There they find a small meadow nearby not far from camp but far enough to not be seen or heard. Once there, (Y/n)'s back was pressed against the tree as her lips were molded with Arthur’s, intimately, as she wraps her arms around his neck, knocking down his hat. Her giggles were muffled as a smirk forms on Arthur’s lips as they continue on. 

(Y/n) let’s out a soft moan as her lover continued his work, not holding back, while she unbuttons the rest of the buttons on his shirt.

Her breath hitched when Arthur attacks her neck and collarbone with kisses and love bites, lust and desire taking over as he began marking her as his once more. A low feral growl escaped from his lips when she reached her hand to the back of his head and tugged at his hair.

Arthur then started to push up her skirt and pull down her undergarments then unbuttons his own pants. He leans in and presses a hard kiss to her lips just as he aligns himself towards her entrance and pushed himself in her. She gasped then moaned into his mouth as they continued the kiss and he started to pick up the pace as he pounds into her.

Even though they had to act fast with the love making, they enjoyed every moment they could until they were done. Once they got down from their high, they held each other and, lazily, kiss each other. "That was..." Arthur muttered and (y/n) finished his sentence. "Fantastic?" She finished and he chuckles then goes to kiss her again.

"Anyone seen Mr Morgan?" Strauss' voice called out and Arthur buries his face into her shoulder as he sighs, heavily, at this. "Guess we better head back." He grumbles and (y/n) nods then the two adjust themselves and fix their clothes properly, then they head back to camp.

So the next few days were filled with that, jobs, chores and sneaking in some alone time together when they could. But one day, there was a job that went wrong. And it all started when Arthur went over to Dutch’s tent to talk to him but he was only greeted by Micah, who was sharpening his blade and sitting at the entrance of the tent.

"Micah…" Arthur greets as he walks up to Dutch’s tent. Micah looks up at him then smirks. "Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called…" he quote but Arthur turns away then sees Molly walking by. "Hey Molly, where’s Dutch?" He asked her, trying to ignore Micah, and she shrugs as she walks off.

"Well…however it goes." Micah grumbles. "I’m not sure that line of thought serves you or me very well." Arthur said as he turns back to Micah. "Well that’s because, cowpoke…you are a man of profoundly limited intelligence." Micah insults. "No doubt…" Arthur grumbles as Micah stands up.

"While you and the old man and Dutch have been running around…digging us ever deeper into shit…old Mr. Pearson might have gone and lightened the load a little." Micah said then he turns. "Pearson!" He shouts and Pearson starts to walk towards them as Micah turns back to Arthur. "Ain’t you curious?" He asked him. "I guess." Arthur said, shrugging, just as Dutch comes up.

"Gentlemen." Dutch said as he walks past them. "Dutch…" Micah said then he places a hand on Pearson. "...you tell him, fat man." He said and Pearson walks up to Dutch. "It’s peace, Dutch…the O’Driscolls…I mean, I think there’s a way." Pearson said.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Dutch asked him, a bit of annoyed and disbelief lacing his tone of voice. "Get the words out properly, fat man." Micah tells Pearson. "I met a couple of the O’Driscoll boys on the road into town…things were about to get ugly…but you know how I am in a fight, huh?" Pearson said then he pulls out a knife. "Like a cornered tiger." he said and he laughs but the others give him a look then he clears his throat.

"Anyway…somehow it didn’t, but…we got to talking…and they suggested a parley…to end things…like gentlemen." said Pearson. "Gentlemen? Colm O’Driscoll? Have you lost your minds?" Dutch asked him, disbelief. "You’re always telling us, Dutch…do what has to be done…but don’t fight wars ain’t worth fighting." Micah said.

"They want a parley?" Hosea said, who was sitting at a table some few feet away. (Y/n) was sitting across from him, the two of them playing some dominoes. "It’s a trap." Hosea said. "Well of course, it’s probably a trap…but what have we got to lose finding out." Micah said. "Get shot." Arthur pointed out. "We ain’t getting shot because you’ll be protecting us. It’s a trap, you shoot the lot of them…if it ain’t a trap, that slim chance…" Micah said to Arthur.

"I don’t see the point in any of this…" Dutch said as he walks over to the table and braced his hands on the surface of it. "It’s a chance we gotta take." Micah said. "I killed Colm’s brother…long time ago…then he killed…" Dutch said then he stops as he stands up, straighter. "...a woman I loved dear…" he said, softly, and (y/n) could tell that it still hurt that he lost Annabelle.

"As you say…it’s a long time ago, Dutch." Micah said and Dutch thinks it over before he sighs then nods. "Let’s go…you and me, with Arthur protecting us…no one else." said Dutch. "What about me?" Pearson asked. "This ain’t the time for tigers, my friend." Dutch tells him and Arthur scoffs at this. "Uhh. Fine." he grumbles.

"Mount up then, Morgan." Micah said as he and Dutch walk away. Arthur sighs then turns to (y/n). "I'll be back." He tells her and he could tell she was concerned. "I don't like this plan, Arthur. It doesn't feel right." She said. "I know. But...what choice do I have?" He asked her and she sighs.

"Just be careful, okay?" She said and he nods at her before he leans down and gave her a quick kiss. "C'mon, Morgan! Let’s go!" Micah calls out and Arthur stands up and walks over to the horses.

They saddle up and head out. "Those fools..." Hosea mutters. "You really think Colm O’Driscoll wants a parley?" (Y/n) asked and Hosea chuckles. "I really doubt it but...can't change it now." He says before he sighs. "I just hope they'll be okay." (Y/n) said and Hosea nods. "Let’s just continue with our game, shall we?" He asked and (y/n) nods and she scrambles the dominoes and her and Hosea pick out their pieces.

"You know...Bessie and I would play this for hours back in the day. She even taught Arthur how to play." Hosea said and (y/n) smiles, she had heard some stories about Bessie but she didn't get a chance to meet her as she passed away before she joined the gang. "But that was a lifetime ago." He said as he looks down. "She must've been very special." (Y/n) said and Hosea nods. "She was." He said then he sighs. 

"I miss her. Since she was taken from me, I miss her everyday. She's what I think about when I wake up. And what I'm still thinking about when I got to sleep." Hosea said and (y/n) frowns as she feels her heart break for him. "Confuses me. Confuses me no end. How a wretched sinner like me could be given someone so perfect, so beautiful to take care of...for once in my wretched life, I do my best. And then she dies...and I live on. Well, at least for now. But she's been gone for many years." He sighs then he shakes his head. 

"All them years I was given and she was not and we're expected to believe in judgment?" Hosea asked and (y/n) shrugs at this. "What kind've a judge would save me and take her? A foolish one, I can't respect anymore than I can respect myself. I miss her so." Hosea went on and (y/n)'s frown deepens then she reaches over and places a hand over his and pats it, gently.

He looks over at her and gives a small smile. "Forgive me for being so maudlin but...it's a fact." He said and she nods. "I'm so sorry, Hosea. I-I...I can't imagine losing someone that special and near and dear to you. I wish I could help you, dealing with the pain." (Y/n) said and Hosea chuckles a bit as he raises his free hand and pats her hand, that was over his other hand.

"You've done enough by listening to an old man, like me." He said and she smiles. "But...might I give you an advice?" Hosea asked and she nods. "Keep the people you care about close and spend every moment you can together like there's no tomorrow. Because you never know, when it'll be your last." He said. 

(Y/n) nods and Hosea pats her hand again before he sighs. "I think I've had enough of dominoes for today." He said and (y/n) gives him a sympathetic look. "Sure, it's okay, Hosea." She said and he gets up and leaves as she cleans up the dominoes.

Once the dominoes were cleaned up, (y/n) started to think over what Hosea had said.

Keep the people you care about close and spend every moment you can together like there's no tomorrow. Because you never know, when it'll be your last.

This started to make her worried that what if something bad happens to Arthur or, worse, to Annebeth. At that moment, she knew she has to step up. She’ll do whatever it takes to protect both her daughter and the man she loves. As cheesy as it sounds, she knew she has to. There was this feeling in her stomach that’s telling her that something is going to happen soon.

She didn’t know what that is, but (y/n) knew one thing. Hosea is right and what he said is true: she’ll never know it’ll the last time she’ll see her loved ones. Things might go south whether it happens today, tomorrow, the next day, it could happen anytime. It’s only a matter of time.

But for now, (y/n) will cherish every moment she with the people she calls her family.

Later, (y/n) was sitting in her tent with Annebeth and she was trying to teach Annebeth how to read. "The grandmother..lived out in the...woods, half a...l-l-lea-gue from the village...and just as L-L-Little R-Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her." Annebeth reads aloud, struggling with some of the words.

​​​"There you go, honey!" (Y/n) said, smiling. Annebeth looks up and smiles, brightly, at her just as they hear the sounds of horse hooves. (Y/n) looks up, hoping to see Arthur, but all she saw was Dutch and Micah. As they dismounted their horses, she noticed that they looked a bit confused as they talked.

"Annebeth, honey, stay here." She said as she closes the book, sets it aside and gets up and walks towards Dutch and Micah. "Hey, Dutch." She called out and they turned to her. "Miss (l/n)!" Dutch greets. "I guess the parley went well?" She asked them. "We..uh...we think so." Dutch replied and (y/n) raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" She asked. "Well, Colm seemed to be on board with putting this behind us but suddenly...he started acting strange...more than usual, actually. And then they left." Dutch replied and (y/n) looks around and noticed Arthur still hadn't showed up.

"Sounds odd...where's Arthur?" (Y/n) asked. "We don't know." Micah said and (y/n) glares at him. "What do you mean you don't know?" She asked, trying to hold back her anger and annoyance. "Well, we agreed to meet up after meeting with Colm was done but...he never showed up. We thought he might've come back to the camp....but I'm guessing from your worried look, he hasn't." Dutch said.

"Well, aren't you gonna go look for him? What if something happened to him?" (Y/n) asked. "He's a big boy, (y/n). He can take care of himself, he don't need some nag hanging around him." Micah said and (y/n) felt anger flare in her chest. "Excuse me?!" She growls as she takes a step forward towards Micah but Dutch holds her back.

"Now, now...let's not start a fight. Here's the deal, if he doesn't return within a couple of days, we'll send someone." Dutch said. "But that might be too late!" (Y/n) said, a bit panicked. "Trust me, Miss (l/n). It'll all be okay. You know how Arthur is, he's always known for going out for days. Or maybe he's just covering his tracks and making sure that Colm and his crew are not following him." Dutch suggests and (y/n) sighs at this.

She was annoyed about this but also scared. What if the O'Driscoll's grabbed Arthur and is holding him captive? Or what if he got hurt? But then she remembered the promise her and Arthur made to each other days ago.

If either of us goes out on a job and we don't return within a day, the other will go out and look for them. Sound good?

She looks up at Dutch and nods at him. "I know you and Arthur are sweet on each other and I know you worry about him but I have faith that he will return." Dutch said as he pats her shoulder then he and Micah walk away. She places a hand over her face and lets out a heavy sigh at this; hoping that wherever Arthur is, he will return safely.

But what she didn't realize was that Arthur was indeed taken by the O’Driscoll's. He was keeping an eye out for Dutch and Micah as they talk to Colm when one of the O’Driscoll's came up on Arthur and knocked him out.

The next thing he knew he was surrounded by these men and they began to taunt him and then beat him up til he passed out again. Then he woke up again, this time it looked like it was later in the day and he could just see the group sitting by the fire, talking.

"Handing him over to the law, it’s I don’t know…strange times." one of the men said. "They killed Seamus, fuck the whole lot of them. With this feller, Colm’s right, we can draw them all back." a second O’Driscoll said and Arthur looks over and starts to get up.

He starts to sneak off and tries to run away when one of the O’Driscoll's shouts. "He’s escaping! Shoot him!" 

"Relax! Relax…I got him." another shouted and he pulls out his gun and fires towards Arthur’s direction a couple of times, which made Arthur stumble and fall. "I got him." The man yells and the gang run up to Arthur as he rolls on his back.

"Did I kill you?" The man asked as they surround Arthur. "Oh, not yet." Arthur groans and the men laugh. "No, of course not. Not yet…but I will." the man said and he aims his gun and shoots Arthur in the shoulder, making him scream out in pain and pass out once again.

Later, he wakes up and realized he was on a horse and was being taken away somewhere before he loses consciousness again. He barley wakes up when the O’Driscoll's began to drag him and one of the men said. "Ah, finally…Put his weapons over there." 

He goes unconscious again and then wakes up when he sees that he is chained up by his feet up on the ceiling and was in some sort've cellar. The doors open and in walks Colm O’Driscoll, carrying a plate of food.

"Arthur Morgan… it’s good to see ya." Colm said with a smile as he walks up to Arthur. "Hello, Colm." Arthur said. "How’s the wound?" Colm asked him, gesturing towards Arthur’s shoulder. "I hardly feel it." Arthur said and Colm tries to feed Arthur with a spoon.

"You will…septic, it ain’t nice." Colm said, chuckling, then he puts the plate of food away. "Now, tell me…fine gun like you…why you still running around with old Dutch? Could come ride with me and make real money." Colm said as he paces in front of Arthur. "It ain’t about the money, Colm." Arthur replied and Colm chuckles again.

"Oh, no…it’s Dutch’s famous charisma." He said and he kicks Athur. "You killed a whole bunch of my boys…at Six Point Cabin." Colm growls at him. "I ain’t got no clue what you talking about." Arthur said. "Oh, you lie, my friend…and I thought Dutch preached truth." said Colm.

"Let me go, Colm…and end all this crap between you two…we all got real problem now." Arthur pleads. "The way I see it…they get him…they forget about me." Colm informed. "They ain’t the forgetting sort. If I were you…I’d run as soon as I had the money." Arthur tells him.

"Oh, I know you would…but see…we lure an angry Dutch in to rescue ya…grab all of ya and hand ya in…then disappear." Colm explains and Arthur gives him a confused look. "So you only met with him to grab me?" he asked. "Of course…he gonna be so mad. He gonna come raging over here…and a whole lot of ya…and the law’ll be waiting for him." Colm said and he laughs as he pulls out his pistol then grabs the nuzzle of the gun.

"Oh, Arthur…Arthur, I missed you." he said then he hits Arthur several times in the stomach with the handle of his gun before he leaves.

Back at the camp, it had already been over a day since Arthur had been missing and this feeling that something was wrong kept bugging (y/n). She did pace among the campsite and the others tried their best to ease her mind, everyone except Micah.

"You worry too much. Arthur’s a big boy, he can handle himself." He told her but (y/n) wasn't having it. "In the meantime..." Micah said and he steps closer to her. "Maybe...we can get to know each other better..." he said before he chuckles a bit and reaches out to touch her. (Y/n) then pulls out a small knife and places the edge of blade close to his throat, in quick speed, and Micah seemed a bit taken aback by this but then he starts to laugh again.

"Oh ho...feisty one...my kind of girl..." Micah said, in between chuckles, while (y/n) glares at him. "I'm only gonna say this once, Micah. Try and touch me again and I'll make you regret it." She threatens and Micah chuckles again as he raises his hands up in surrender. "Well...whenever you get tired of Morgan...you know where to find me." He said and he walks off while still chuckling to himself.

(Y/n) sighs, heavily, then turns to her tent and started to pack up some stuff. "Where you going, momma?" Annebeth asked as she watches her mom pack up some food and medical supplies. "I'm gonna go find Arthur, sweetheart." She said as she grabs her bow and arrows and a couple of guns.

"Is Uncle Arthur okay?" Annebeth asked her, worried. "I'm not sure, honey. But I'm going to find out. You just stay at the camp and stick with Abigail and Jack, okay?" She said and the little girl nods.

"Good, hopefully I won't be long." (Y/n) said as she kneels down and kisses the top of her head. She gets on her horse and rides out. She remembered hearing Dutch talking to Hosea about what happened and mentioned where they met up with Colm so (y/n) decided to head that way.

She made her way through the state of Lemoyne and was making her way back towards the valley outside of Valentine when she heard a group of men talking. P followed the voices and stopped her horse, hitched it to the nearest tree and crept slowly to where this camp was, her bow and arrow at the ready.

She gets up to the camp and realized, from the way they were dressed, they were part of the O’Driscoll's. All she could see was about three of them. "You think this plan Colm has is gonna work?" One of the men asked. "I hope so cause Dutch and his gang need to go. Once they're gone, the better it'll be." The second man said and (y/n) felt her heart race.

"I still can't believe we were able to capture Arthur Morgan...thought he was the best in the gang?" The first man said and (y/n) loads an arrow and readies it as she aims it at one of the men. "Yeah, he was. But if it was this easy to get to him, think how easy it'll be to get the others?" The third man said and just at that moment and arrow goes through his neck.

"What the hell?!" The first man exclaims just as another arrow hits him in the next. "Oh shit!" The last man said and he starts to run but then he was hit in the leg. That's when (y/n) walks out of the woods and puts away her bow and arrows. 

"What the hell? What do you want?" The man asked as (y/n) pulls out her revolver and aims it at the man. "Where is he? Where is Arthur Morgan?" (Y/n) asked him, in a firm voice. "I don't know who or what you are talking about!" The man said and she aims her gun to his other leg and fires at his knee.

"ARGH! YOU BITCH!" the man screamed and (y/n) kneels down and aims her gun at his head. "You better start telling me where you bastards are hiding him! Now, tell me...where is Arthur Morgan?" She growled.

Back at the hideout, Arthur wakes up and sees a knife on the table next to him. He starts to swing towards it and grabs it then used it to unlock his shackles. He falls down to the ground then gets up and runs over to the table and sits down in the chair. He heats the knife over the candle and digs it into his wound to pull out the bullet.

Once the bullet was out, he takes a container, opens it and flicks some gunpowder on the wound then grabs the candle. He takes a few deep breathes and brings the lite candle to his wound and cauterizes it. He clenched his teeth to hold back his scream but once he finished, he could hear voices above him.

"Shut your hole. I don’t wanna go to Mexico. I wanna go home…home! Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute." A male voice said and Arthur sets the candle down then goes over to the side of the door opening and waits. One of the O’Driscoll's comes in and noticed that Arthur was not held captive.

"What the hell?" the man asked when Arthur comes up behind him and kills him. "What’s he still doing down there? It’s one thing torturing a man, it’s another thing putting him through stories of the homeland…He better hurry it up…I don’t wanna be here when the law comes for that side of beef." Another O'Driscoll said and Arthur slowly makes his way up the stairs and sees a couple of them walk pass. 

He ducks down and waits for them to pass then walks out. "Where the hell are those morons?" One of the men asked his friend and Arthur ducks behind some large boxes. "I don't know...I shouted for them but no response." A third man said as the two men sigh. "Well, you two go and look for them." The first man said and the member next to him walks off with the third man.

Arthur goes up behind the first man and grabs him around the neck. He chokes him then breaks his neck just as the two guys turn and see him. "What the hell...!" One of the guys and before Arthur could react, an arrow hits one of the men in the neck.

"What the....?" The second guy said as the guy falls over then an arrow hits him in the chest and he falls over dead. "Arthur!" A familiar voice called out and Arthur looks over to see (y/n) running towards him.

"(Y/n)?" He said, weakly, and she runs up to him and cups his face in her hands. "I'm here, sweetheart." She whispers then she looks at his shoulder and sees his wound. "Oh my God, Arthur..." she said, shocked, then she whistles for her horse, who gallops to them. 

"Okay, honey, can you get up on the horse?" She asked him. "Yeah..." he said and he gets up on her horse. "My...horse..." Arthur said, weakly, and (y/n) looks over to see his horse nearby. She gets on her horse and pulls out her rope then used it to lasso Arthur’s horse. She attaches the end of the rope to her horse and then digs the heels of her feet to the side of her horse and it takes off.

"Hang on, Arthur. I'm getting you home." She said as they take off and Arthur looks around and sees alot of dead bodies. "Did you...do all this?" He asked, gesturing to the dead O'Driscoll's, and she turns to look at him over her shoulder. "Yes, I also grabbed your holster..." she replied, gesturing at the holster that was hanging over her shoulder. Arthur chuckles, weakly, at this.

"That's...my girl..." he said, softly, as he leans his head against her back and (y/n) blushes at this. "Just hang on, big guy." She said as she flicks the reigns on her horse, making it to go faster. "Yeah...just..get me...home..." Arthur said, slurring his words, and he passes out.

Sometime later, they make it back to camp and she heard Arthur groaning then he falls off of the horse. "ARTHUR!" (Y/n) exclaims then she turns towards the gang. "HEY! I NEED HELP!" (Y/n) shouts and Karen and Mary-Beth come running. 

"Arthur…" Mary-Beth said, concerned.

"Arthur?" Karen said, confused, while (y/n) dismounts her horse and goes over to Arthur, who groans, and tries to help him up.

Then Dutch comes up. "Arthur?" he said, worried.

"I told you it was a set up, Dutch…" Arthur said.

"My boy…my dear boy, what happened?" Dutch asked, concerned. "They got me…but I got away....well, (y/n) helped me get away." Arthur replied to him and Dutch looks over at (y/n), who placed Arthur’s uninjured arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, that she did." Dutch said then he turns towards the camp. "Miss Grimshaw, I need help! Reverend Swanson?" He shouts.

"He was gonna set the law on us…" Arthur yells with a growl. "Oh, of course he was." Dutch said as (y/n) struggles to carry him while Pearson comes up. "I’m sorry, Arthur." Pearson said and Dutch goes to help carry Arthur. "It’s a bit late for apologies…" Dutch tells him. "Swanson!" he shouts and Swanson comes up.

"Mr. Morgan…Mr. Morgan, you’re safe now." He said as Grimshaw comes up. "Let’s get him to bed…" she said and her, (y/n), Dutch and Swanson help carry Arthur to his bed. "You are safe now, Arthur…you’re safe now." Dutch tells him then they place Arthur on his bed. "That’s pretty, Dutch…that’s real pretty." Arthur chuckles and (y/n) sits on the edge of his bed and holds one of his hands.

"Miss Grimshaw…will you sit with him a while?" Dutch asked her. "Of course." Grimshaw said and Dutch turns to (y/n). "Miss (l/n), may I speak to you for a moment?" He asked and she nods then stands up and follows Dutch as they walk a few feet away from Arthur’s tent. "You’ll be okay, Mr. Morgan…you’re home." Miss Grimshaw said.

"You know, it was foolish of you for going out on your own." Dutch tells her and she nods. "I know, Dutch." (Y/n) said and then Dutch places a hand on her shoulder. "But...I thank you for bringing him home." Dutch said. "I just wanted to bring him home as safely as I could." (Y/n) said and Dutch nods, appreciatively. "That you did, Miss (l/n)...that you did." He said and he pats her shoulder then walks away.

(Y/n) sighs just as Annebeth comes up to her. "Momma!" She said and (y/n) smiles as she kneels down. "Hey, sweetheart." She said and Annebeth goes to hug her. "I saw everyone carrying Uncle Arthur. Is he okay?" She asked as they break the hug.

(Y/n) frowns before she speaks. "Some...some bad men hurt him, honey." She said and Annebeth's eyes shine with worry. "Is he...is he..?" Annebeth wanted to ask but was too afraid of the answer. "He's alright, sweetie. He just...he just needs to rest and get better." (Y/n) assures her. "Can I see him?" Annebeth asked and (y/n) smiles. "Sure." She said and she picks her up and they make their way back to Arthur’s tent.

Grimshaw was finishing up looking over Arthur’s wound when (y/n) and Annebeth come up. The older woman looks over at them and gives a sympathetic smile towards them. "I did the best I could. All we can do now is let him rest." She said as (y/n) sits on the edge of his bed, Annebeth still in her arms.

"I just hope he didn't get an infection." (Y/n) said. "I don't think he did, but only time will tell." Grimshaw said then she turns to her. "I'll let you girls have a moment with him." Grimshaw said and she walks away while (y/n) looks down at Arthur, who was sleeping. His eyes closed and his chest rising steadily with his breathing, his left arm lazily draped over his stomach and his head was turned to the right.

QAnnabeth then crawled out of her mother’s arms and moved Arthur’s left arm, carefully, so that she can cuddle with him and hear his heartbeat. (Y/n) gives a small smile at this just Arthur grunts a bit then raised his left arm back up and placed it over Annebeth. Annebeth blinks a bit then her eyes started to droop close, Arthur’s heartbeat was comforting to her as it let her know that he was indeed alive.

(Y/n) watches this then pulls out her sketchbook and started to draw the scene before her. As she kept looking up at it, she felt her heart swell at how sweet and cute it was. Once she finished her drawing, (y/n) walks over to his bed, kneels down and smiles at her sleeping daughter. She reached out a hand and caressed her daughter’s hair then looks over at Arthur.

She gives him a smile and leans over to him and kissed the top of his head then she goes to kiss the top of Annebeth's head. She stands up alittle and looks between the two people she holds dear in her heart. "Sleep tight, my loves." (Y/n) whispered then she goes over to the chair Grimshaw had resided and sat and watch over them.