"You weren't there Arthur. I don't recognize him anymore. He's changed. He left people to die. 'Save those that need saving and shoot those that need shooting'. Ain't that what he always says? Well, what about the kids on that boat Arthur? DIDN'T THEY NEED SAVING!?" Your eyes burn into his. "And where's Sean Arthur!? Is the gang all together now?"

Arthur sighs and looks away; he can't look you in the eye. The truth is he agrees with you, he doesn't recognize the man that's been like a father to him. He's become reckless and greedy. Risking more than necessary and losing people in the process. He thinks of Davey not long since buried.

You shrug your arm from his grip. "Arthur, I know you're loyal to him, I am too. But right now, I'm scared. I don't think we can survive much more of this."

He looks at you but doesn't know what to say. Agreeing with you but not able to say it out loud.

You sigh, not able to fight anymore. You notice how tired Arthur looks. His hair longer, the lines around his eyes deeper. This must be harder on him than most, he's hunting every day, guarding camp most nights. He's the protector and provider of the camp and bears a lot of the strain.

"I'm gonna take some time, try to get some rest." You push through the cabin door and straight into Dutch.

Arthur's POV

The door slams behind Y/N as he watches her go. He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

'Goddamn it Arthur.' He scolds himself for not speaking up.

He'd just got you back and already he'd upset you. His old thoughts of self-doubt about not deserving you begin to resurface. The door reopens creaks back open

"Y/N I'm s-.... Oh Dutch, hey." Arthur deflates.

"Trouble in paradise son?" Dutch chuckles.

Son... He clearly needed something. "Dutch not now please, I gotta talk to Y/N." He makes for the door, but Dutch holds his hand on it.

"Arthur, son this is about the gang. It's important Y/N can wait."

"Dutch..."

" Arthur, we're in trouble. Y/N is going to vent with Charles. You can talk when she's cooled off." He drops his hand from the door.

Arthur sighs defeated, pinching his brow again. "What is it Dutch?"

"It's about the money, in Blackwater. The money we lost... It wasn't all of ours."

"What d'you mean it wasn't all of ours Dutch? What did you do?"

"I took what was owed Arthur, for Annabelle!"

Arthur's eyes widen as he realized what Dutch was implying. "YOU TOOK IT FROM COLM!?"

Dutch flinches before composing himself. "We needed the money; we got the money. We..."

"-...We lost the money! Dutch, do you think is gonna happen now!? Colm is gonna retaliate!"

"I have a plan." Dutch held out his hands as if calming an angry animal.

"You always have a goddamn plan. In case you forgot, that's why we're here.!" Arthur was seething, growling as he shook his head.

"Arthur I don't have time to explain we're losing time. I just need you to trust me.

"Mmmm..." Arthur growled again glaring at Dutch.

"Arthur please, the gang needs you."

Sighing Arthur pinched his brow again. "Jesus Dutch..."

He paused before continuing. "Lead the way."

Two days later

The job was a train, Arthur should have known, it was always Dutch's go-to. He, Bill, Micah, and Dutch held up a train, it had gone as planned but the law has chased them longer than anticipated leading them to a day of doubling back.

"So, cowpoke... Gonna go get your dick wet to celebrate? I don't know how you keep it in your pants around Y/N if I.."

"Shut. the. Fuck. Up. Micah." Arthur grits his teeth. Already sick of his shit.

"Oh c'mon, I was only joking. But seriously she'd make a fine whore."

Arthur loses it pulling out his revolver and whipping Bodecia around her nose snorting in protest at the sudden jerk. "I swear to god I will blow your goddamn brains out!"

Dutch calls back from ahead, "Will you two settle down, something ain't right here."

Reluctantly Arthur unclicks the shot, glaring at Micah before turning his horse back around.

They're a few yards from camp, able to see the buildings up ahead. It's noon and normally everyone would be indoors eating lunch, keeping out of the cold, but instead, they're outside. There's a frantic air to the camp, everyone is rushing, there's yelling.

"Aw shit what is it now?" Arthur hears Micah groan behind him.

Dutch kicks the Count on faster, Arthur close behind him.

As they close in on the camp, he can see something is wrong. Abigail is crying, Susan consoling her. John is out of bed despite his injuries standing over a table with Hosea, Pearson, Strauss, and Charles. All of them are laden with weapons. Ready for a fight.

"They must have gone this way after" he hears Hosea say, they must be looking over a map. But why?

They dismount, walking to the table. Arthur feels the panic rise in his chest. His eyes begin scouring the camp, darting from figure to figure, but he doesn't see her. Charles lifts his head as he hears the group return.

"He's back." Charles declares.

Dutch is the first to reach them. "What's going on?"

Charles's eyes shift to Arthur's, a deep frown on his face. Arthur sucks in a breath. Something isn't right. They all look up, faces deep with concern.

"Arthur..." John starts.

"Where's Y/N?" He cuts him off. He needs to see her first.

"Arthur listen..." He continues.

"John where is she!?"

John looks to Charles, almost looking for him to continue. Charles' head has a nasty gash. Cleaned but still weeping and angry.

"Charles what's going on." Arthur pleads, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Please where's Y/N?"

Charles crosses around the table standing before Arthur. He grabs his shoulder holding him firm.

"Arthur they ambushed us. I tried to stop them, but they outnumbered us. I said she was my wife, tried to protect her, but they knew who she was."

"What're you saying?" Arthur's voice is low, dangerous.

Charles swallows before continuing. He knows that his next words will start a war. A war he doesn't know if they'll survive.

"Arthur the O'Driscolls took Y/N."