One day, Arthur comes back in from a trip into town with a cart full of supplies. He had mended the wheels on Emmeline's old wagon and hitched it to Sparrow and Miss Susie to make a run into Valentine.

Emmeline comes out to greet him once she hears his approach. "What's all this?" She peeks into the wagon before Arthur comes up behind her.

"Well," he takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair, "I found a feller selling an old chicken coop and some chickens for a good price. Gotcha some feed. Picked up a few other things, too."

"Chickens?"

"It might be a little more work, but you need more food here that you ain't gotta buy. You ain't exactly makin' any money here."

"Mama always managed."

"Yeah well-" He has to stop himself from saying that her mama was spending Dutch's money. "Well... this way, you'll always have food here."

"Eggs do sound nice," she admits.

Arthur hops up into the wagon and lifts a bag of feed up on his shoulder. Emmeline can't help but notice how easy he makes it. Not to mention how his muscles bulge under his shirt at the effort.

He throws the sack down a little ways from the house. "Why don't you throw some feed down for the chickens while I get their coop set up." He pulls out his knife to cut the bag open before going back to the wagon to let the chickens out. The animals immediately go to Emmeline who is sprinkling on the ground.

She looks up to Arthur, who now appears to be struggling with the coop in the wagon. "Do you need help?" she asks.

He realizes now that he may have underestimated how cumbersome the thing is. "No, Miss Emmeline," he replies through grunts.

She doesn't take his word for it and goes to him to help. "It looks mighty heavy," she comments as he maneuvers the coop to the edge of the wagon.

"It's just," he stands fully and wipes the sweat from his brow. "It's hard to get ahold of."

"I can help."

He looks at her a moment before conceding. "Alright. Just don't get yourself hurt."

"I won't."

It takes a little bit, but they get the coop set up for the chickens and put the supplies away. After taking a little rest and checking the horses, Arthur finds Emmeline sitting under a tree not far away, writing in her book.

She looks up to him and notices the fishing pole in his hand. "You going fishing, Mr. Morgan?" she asks.

"No. We are." He holds his free hand out to her. "This one's for you. I bought it today."

She takes his hand and stands from the ground with his help. "Oh. I..." She fidgets around with her hands. "I-I don't know how."

"I'm gon' teach ya. As best I can, anyways." He offers the pole to her and waits for her to take it.

"Okay." She stretches out her hand and takes the collapsible fishing rod from him, her soft fingers brushing his calloused ones as she does. They both try to dismiss the pleasant contact and mount up quickly to head to the pond. It's just a short ride as they follow the creek until it opens up into a big enough body of water to cast a line into.

"Here's good," Arthur throws over his shoulder to Emmeline as he pulls Sparrow to a stop.

They both dismount and take their matching fishing rods from their saddlebags. Arthur also sets down the bucket he had been carrying near the edge of the water. Emmeline watches as Arthur readies his fishing pole and follows the action, setting hers up in the exact same way. He rummages around in his satchel for a moment, producing a chunk of bread.

"Here." He holds it out to her. "Put this on the hook. Careful not to stick yourself."

She watches him bait his hook first before attempting to do it herself. She manages to get the bread on there without poking her fingers.

"Come up to the edge of the water," he instructs.

They both come to stand a little ways apart before Arthur continues with his lesson.

"You wanna bring the pole back," he demonstrates, "then flick it forward." He casts his line a ways then reels in the slack. "Go ahead."

"Okay," she says nervously. She tries to do exactly what he said, but she's too tense. The line ends up landing just a few feet into the water. "That... wasn't very good," she comments to herself.

He chuckles. "Reel it in and try again. Loosen up a little. And really flick it. You can't do it slow."

She lets out a breath and brings the rod back then throws it forward, allowing the baited hook to sail through the air. It doesn't go as far as Arthur's, but it's a good ways from the edge of the pond.

"There ya go," he calls out in encouragement. "Now reel it in real slow. Make the fish think that hook is something living and what they want to eat. If you just keep it in the water, they won't get interested."

She nods then follows his instructions. "You're really good at this."

He laughs with a shake of his head. "Nah. I really ain't. If Hosea was here, he'd've caught ten fish by now."

"Did he teach you?"

" Tried to, anyway. I'm really just tellin' you what I remember him sayin' to me."

"Well, I think he taught you well."

"Haven't caught one yet," he comments as he recasts his line.

After several minutes, Emmeline feels a little pull on her line. "I think I got one!"

"It's probably just a nibble. Wait 'til you feel a tug down, then reel it in."

When she feels the tug, she immediately starts to real it in.

"Slow down while it's struggling or you'll break the line," he calls out then reels his line in and sets his pole down so he can help her.

She takes his tips and after a few minutes, she reels the fish to the shore. "I got it!"

Arthur bends down and picks the flopping fish up. "That's a fine fish! Not bad for your first time." He takes the hook out and hands it back to Emmeline.

She looks at it for a moment, happy that she managed to catch it. But the way its gills are moving and how it's struggling has her heart clenching in her chest. She barely gives it a thought before she bends down to put it back in the water. The fish seems to count its lucky stars quickly swims away.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" He tries to stop her, but he's too late.

"What?"

His brows are furrowed in confusion. "Why'd you throw it back?"

"I didn't want it to die."

He laughs a little. "Well that's the point. How else are we gonna eat it?"

"Oh." She looks down in embarrassment. "I just thought you were teaching me. I didn't think we would actually be cooking it."

"Why not? I'm tryin' to get you to provide for yourself, here. It's better than payin' for it at the butcher's."

"Well." She looks away a moment. "I didn't want to be the one to kill it," she admits softly.

He lets out a sigh. "You're gonna hafta get used to it. What if your crops don't grow and you don't got the money to buy food? I got you those chickens to start. And there's plenty of fish in this here pond to feed ya. After I leave, you're gonna hafta take care of yourself."

She nods after a moment. "I guess you're right." Thinking of Arthur not being there anymore brings a sudden heaviness to her chest. She has come to care about him greatly as well as rely on him.

"Fishing's a lot safer than me teaching you to hunt. And if you can't kill a fish, you sure as hell won't be able to kill a rabbit. Or anything else."

"That's true. I don't think I have it in me to kill such a creature like that."

"You're gonna have to toughen up if you want to make it out here on your own." He picks his pole back up and recasts the line. "We'll start with the fish."

Arthur catches three fish before Emmeline gets another one. He has her take the hook out, which she tries to do as quickly as possible so she doesn't hurt the fish.

"Is this one big enough or should I throw it back?" she asks, almost hoping he'd say it was too small.

"That one's plenty big. Go ahead and throw it in the bucket with the others."

She looks down at the fish in her hands. It's still moving about, trying to get out of her grasp. "Sorry, little fella," she whispers as she gently sets it in the bucket.

Arthur watches the exchange from the corner of his eye. He never met anyone with a gentler spirit than her. Here he is, a man that's made his living robbing and killing people, standing next to a woman that didn't even want to cause harm to a fish .

They gather up their supplies and mount up to head home. When they come within sight of the house, they notice a strange horse grazing in the yard and a man sitting on the front steps.

"Charles!" Arthur calls out with a smile as he and Emmeline ride up and dismount.

"Arthur." The man rises from his seat and goes over to Arthur to clap him on the shoulder in a friendly way. "Good to see you."

Emmeline stands by, waiting for her introduction.

"This is Miss Emmeline Turner," Arthur says to the man, then looks over to Emmeline. "And this is Charles Smith." He gestures to the newcomer.

Emmeline gives a small bow. "Nice to meet you, sir. Do you work for Uncle Tacitus, too?" she asks him, figuring that's how he knows Arthur.

"Uh," Charles give Arthur a quick look before answering. "Yes. I work with Arthur."

"How nice!" She gives the men a cheery smile.

"Miss Emmeline," Arthur holds out the bucket of fish, "will you please take this inside?"

"Of course, Mr. Morgan." She takes the bucket and turns to enter the house, giving a little nod to Charles before doing so.

Charles and Arthur walk a ways away from the house before they start to talk.

"Dutch told me you were out here helping a down-on-her-luck woman." Charles explains. "I wasn't expecting her to be so young."

Arthur realizes that Dutch hadn't told Charles that the young woman was, indeed, his own illegitimate daughter. That's not surprising, but now that Charles has met Emmeline, Arthur has yet another person to keep the secret of her parentage from.

Arthur lights up a cigarette. "What's goin' on?" he asks after taking a puff, figuring Charles didn't ride all this way for a social call.

"We had to move camp. Micah had some tip on a ferry carrying a lot of money. He convinced Dutch to try to hit it. It... did not end well."

"Micah," Arthur seethes. "I knew that man was trouble."

"We managed to get the money from the ferry, but there was a shootout. I don't know if it was a setup," he shakes his head, "but the law was all over the place."

"Anyone hurt?"

"Yeah." Charles looks away for a moment. "The Callander brothers and Jenny... They're gone. Sean got taken, but me and Javier got him back before they could hang him."

"Shit." Arthur scratches at his beard as he lets that sink in. He knew the Callander brothers would probably go out bloody at some point, but not Jenny. She was an innocent young woman.

"Posters for Dutch went up all over Blackwater pretty quick," Charles adds, "dead or alive, so we had to leave. We ran all the way up into the mountains to avoid the law. Stayed up there for a bit 'til we settled in a place Hosea knew called Horseshoe overlook."

"I know it. It's on the other side of Valentine." Arthur takes one last drag before throwing the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Yeah. Not really that far from here."

So the gang is much closer to Arthur now than they were in Blackwater. And they're on the run. That's not exactly welcome news.

Charles continues. "Dutch wants you to come back to camp. We had to leave all the money in Blackwater when we left and we're low on supplies."

"Shit," Arthur mutters and looks back to the house for a moment. He has a duty to the gang, to Dutch. But he feels a sense of duty to Emmeline, too. He's torn.

Charles picks up on his indecision. "We can bring her back with us."

"No," Arthur is quick to reply. He doesn't want her exposed to the outlaw lifestyle. Especially now that things are a lot more complicated for the gang. He hangs his head as he thinks. "We we were out fishing. Caught enough for the three of us to eat. Let's have dinner and then I'll ride out with you. And talk to Dutch." He's not excited to leave Emmeline, but he needs to check in with Dutch.

Arthur and Charles walk back into the house, finding Emmeline sitting near the fire. She turns to them with a smile on her face as they walk through the door.

"Mr. Smith, are you staying for supper?" she asks happily as she stands.

"Looks like it," he answers cordially.

Arthur walks over to the bucket of fish now on the counter. "I'm gonna show you how to cook these," he says to Emmeline.

Charles watches for a few minutes as Arthur goes through the steps of preparing and cooking the fish with the young woman. The gentleness Arthur is exhibiting with her is a side of him that Charles hasn't seen too often. He knew that side was there in Arthur, but it hasn't had much of a chance to present itself as of late.

As they eat the meal, Arthur is purposely avoiding telling Emmeline that he is planning on leaving tonight. Whether it will be permanent or temporary, he isn't sure yet. But he needs to at least visit the camp, regardless.

After the plates are picked clean, Arthur ushers Charles outside so he can talk to Emmeline alone.

"Miss Emmeline," he starts. "I need to ride out with Charles."

"Okay," she replies simply, not thinking through what he's actually saying. "Will you be back tonight or in the morning?"

He scratches at the back of his head. "I ain't sure. I need to check in at camp and... I ain't sure when I'll get back here. They need me." He looks down at his feet. "It may be a while."

She finally puts it all together. "You're leaving?" She shakes her head as her eyes well up with tears. "You can't leave."

"Miss Emmeline..." He lets out a breath. "I have to. I'll come back to check on you. Make sure you got food and everything. I promise."

The tears start to fall down her cheeks. "I don't want you to go." She lunges forward and wraps her arms around him as if that could keep him there.

Things were hard for her after her mother died. She was alone for the first time in her life. Not just living alone, but alone in the world. She had no one to talk to. No one that cared about her. At her lowest, right before Arthur came to her, she had thought about ending her life.

But then Arthur did come to her. And she has grown quite fond of him. The thought of him having to go back to his life was always present in her mind, but she tried her best not to think about it. But now... He's actually leaving and it feels like there's a hole in her chest.

"Emmeline..." he almost whispers as he brings his arms up to hold her. He doesn't want to go, either, but Dutch needs him. The gang needs him. "I'll come back." He pulls away to look her in the eyes. "I'll come back," he repeats.

She finally nods, knowing that he's made up his mind. Not trusting her voice enough to speak, she steps forward to place a sweet kiss on his cheek, her goodbye to him.

Arthur closes his eyes at the contact. She had kissed him on the cheek plenty of times. Every time he left to go onto town, actually. But this one is a little different. This time, he really doesn't want to leave.

Not long after, Arthur and Charles are on the road.

As they ride up the trail to the camp, Lenny calls out, "Who's there."

"Charles," the man answers. "Arthur, too."

"Welcome back, Arthur!" the young man greets.

After hitching Sparrow, Arthur finds Dutch standing by his tent near the center of the camp.

"Arthur," the older man calls out and walks forward to meet him. "Follow me. We have some things to discuss."

Dutch leads Arthur away from camp to the cliffs that surround it on the one side. He lights up a cigar before he speaks. "How is she?" he asks quietly.

"She's-" Arthur thinks of his answer a moment. "She's not doing well," he fibs, though he's not willing to think why he's not telling the full truth. "I've been trying, but.. She can't make it on her own, Dutch. I really shouldn't leave her for long."

Sure, she certainly needs more practice with fishing and she doesn't know much about the chickens yet, but Arthur is exaggerating just how dire her circumstances are.

"Shit," Dutch mutters. "I was afraid you were gonna say that." He takes a drag off his cigar. "Charles told you what happened in Blackwater?"

"Yeah. He told me Micah got you all in a heap of trouble."

"It wasn't Micah's fault," Dutch bites back. "It just all..." He lets out a huff. "There were more lawmen than we thought."

"And the money? Charles told me you you had to leave it in Blackwater."

Dutch nods his head hesitantly. "I need you to get it."

"What?" Arthur shakes his head. "Are you crazy?!"

"Look." Dutch digs his hand into his pocket and produces a piece of paper, handing it over to Arthur.

Arthur unfolds it and sees that it's Dutch's wanted poster. Dutch Van Der Linde is in big black letters. Wanted Dead or Alivesits underneath it. Beneath Dutch's likeness is more text. Known associates also wanted: Hosea Matthews, Micah Bell, Charles Smith, John Marston, Marion "Bill" Williamson, Javier Escuella

" So, no one can set foot in Blackwater," Arthur comments.

Dutch points down to the poster. " You're not on there."

Arthur looks back down at it. Sure enough, his name isn't written with the rest of them.

"Everyone knows I run with you, Dutch."

"You haven't been with us in weeks, son. And you barely set foot in Blackwater before you left. The law either thinks you're dead or you're running elsewhere," Dutch explains. "You're the only one I can trust with this. I can't send the women out to get that money. They'd get themselves killed."

"I don't know, Dutch," Arthur replies lowly with a shake of his head. "It might be a trap."

"It ain't a trap, son. No one but us knew where we kept our money. Least of all the Pinkertons. This is an opportunity , Arthur." He pats him on the chest. "An oversight on the law's part and we're going to exploit it. Get the money we've all worked so hard on and-"

"Move out to California," Arthur completes the sentence.

Dutch pauses a moment. "Yes. California or some place else. Somewhere where we can live free ."

Arthur lets out a sigh. He had always done everything Dutch had ever asked of him without question. But now, he's having doubts.

"We can make more money..." Arthur starts.

"We have the money, Arthur. In Blackwater. I just need you to do as I ask and get it back." Dutch sets his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "We need that money, son. The camp is low on food. Jack fell ill on the trek from the mountain. Used up most of our medicine."

Arthur shakes his head and looks away, but he already made the decision. "I'll head out in the morning."

Dutch places his hand on Arthur's cheek. "Thank you, son."

"After I get the money back, I want to check on Miss Emmeline."

Dutch pulls back for a moment. "Is there something you need to tell me, Arthur?"

Arthur furrows his brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I sent you out there to get Emmeline back on her feet, not sweep her off them," he replies with some venom.

"It ain't like that, Dutch."

"Just because I haven't been in that girl's life, it don't mean I ain't her father. So you make sure it stays not like that ." Dutch turns around and heads back to camp without looking back.

Arthur watches as Dutch walks way. The conversation he just had rattles around in his head. He has a place here in the gang. He has a job. He's supposed to be the one that follows Dutch's orders. Faithfully. Without question.

So why does he feel so conflicted.

Arthur mills around the camp catching up with people before settling down in the tent Miss Grimshaw set up for him. Before he lays his head down, he pulls out his journal to write an entry.

Got called back to camp. It seems that Micah somehow convinced Dutch into a harebrained robbery of a ferry carrying a lot of money. Predictably, it went south. Poor Jenny and the Callander boys lost their lives. And the camp is low on funds and supplies.

Dutch pulled me back in to go and collect the money that was left in Blackwater. I guess, because I've been staying with Miss Emmeline, the law don't think I'm with the gang no more. Which means I ain't got a price on my head for the robbery. And hopefully I won't get shot the second I set foot in the city.

Leaving Miss Emmeline was harder than I thought it would be. Even now, I want to ride off to check on her, but the gang needs me. Dutch needs me here right now. After I bring back the money tomorrow, I'll check on her.

After that, I'm not sure what will happen. It seems if we get back the money in Blackwater, we'd have enough to buy us some land out west and actually settle down. Maybe Miss Emmeline could come with us. If we're just ranchers or whatever we're gonna be out there, she could be there, too. We won't be outlaws no more.

She wouldn't have to be with me. Dutch is right. She shouldn't be with me, but she could still be part of the camp after we go straight. I know she's smart enough to live out in her house on her own, but I don't want her to. I don't want her to be alone. I'm sure she don't want to be alone, either.

Of course, none of that is gonna happen if I can't get into Blackwater and get out with the money.

He sketches a picture of Emmeline smiling happily after she had caught her first fish, the hem of her dress soaking up the water at the edge of the pond.