Having heard nothing back from Arthur after sending off a letter with Charles to give to him, Emmeline concludes that he wants nothing to do with her. It hurts. A lot, actually. She sheds many tears when the realization hits her that he's not going to contact her. Her only friend, the only person she felt any connection to in the world would never talk to her again.

She pushes on, despite her sadness. Traveling into Valentine every few days, she sells her fish to the butcher on the corner for the money she needs to buy her supplies. She's very nervous at first to walk around by herself, but after a while, she realizes that people mostly just pass her by, not paying her much mind.

Once she gets home from her trips into town, she always lets out a sigh as she opens her door. Her small cabin seems so large and empty when she crosses the threshold. To keep her mind off of the deafening silence, she buries herself in books, rereading ones she's read a million times before in addition to new ones she saves up her money to buy.

She also practices her drawing skills. Drawing Arthur is too painful for her, so she focuses on illustrating Miss Susie just right. Her chickens, who all have their own names, are also frequent models for her. With all the time she spends putting pencil to paper, her pictures become more refined and detailed. She even tacks the best ones up on her walls as decorations.

During the same several weeks, Arthur is restless. He spends much of his time away from camp, whether he's hunting, fishing, or just exploring the land around him. Pearson's wagon never runs low with all the animals Arthur is bringing back. Plus, he's given Pearson enough supplies to make him some satchels and spruce up the camp a little to boot. Even though Arthur is choosing to spend more time alone, he still gets roped into the odd job at times.

Just a couple days after the situation with Emmeline's letter, Arthur sits next to the lake, drawing a picture of ducks in flight when Dutch comes up to him.

"Got something for you," he says in an almost sing song way.

Arthur closes his journal and stashes it away in his satchel before turning back to the older man. "What's that?"

Dutch pulls his hand out from around his back to show Arthur a shiny silver badge. "You and me are officially deputies of this fine city of Rhodes!" he calls out jovially.

Arthur just stares at the object for a moment. "What in the hell do you mean we're deputies?" He gets up and takes the badge from Dutch.

"I got the good sheriff drunk and convinced him to let me and you help him with his little Braithwaite problem."

"Braithwaite problem?"

"You haven't noticed that the two most prominent families here seem to have a decades long blood feud going on?"

Arthur fiddles with the little bit of metal in his hand, tracing his thumb over the recessed letters of the word "deputy". "Yeah, I noticed. I just didn't think it would be our problem."

"It's not going to be our problem , my boy. It'll be our gain ."

"How do ya figure that?"

"Seems there's rumors about town that the Grays and the Braithwaites are sitting on a pile of Confederate gold. I think if we get them distracted enough, we can swoop right in and take it."

"Confederate gold?" Arthur can't help but laugh. "There's rumors of Confederate gold bein' buried all over the south! They ain't nothin' but rumors , though, Dutch."

Dutch's face falls into an unimpressed expression. "I'm inclined to believe them in this case, Arthur."

"Why?"

"Because why else would these families be fighting each other so hard if not for money?"

Arthur shrugs as he scratches at his beard. "I don't know. People fight for all sorts 'a reasons."

"Well, that gold's out there. I can feel it."

"I ain't sure 'bout that, Dutch. If one of them families was sitting on a cache of gold, they'd 'a spent it by now. Even if they ain't exactly hurting for money. You know rich people always find something to spend it on."

Dutch lets out a little huff. "I also know that rich people are good at squirreling away money they don't want the government to find out about," he replies.

Arthur nods once in agreement. "I guess." Though Dutch's statement is true, Arthur still isn't completely convinced. "Ain't they into liquor and tobacco?" he changes the subject, not wanting to really start an argument.

"Yeah. The Braithwaites are, indeed, in the moonshine business, now that you mention it. And as Sheriff Gray's new deputies, we've been tasked with destroying one of their stills."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Dutch repeats, a little annoyed. "You know, I was pretty excited to get the chance to work with you since we haven't done so in a while, but if you're gonna be like this-"

"I'll do it," Arthur finds himself saying. He doesn't really want to, but Dutch's guilt trip was successful in making Arthur feel bad about being away from him so much.

After that mission, though, Arthur's already low enthusiasm in getting in the middle of the blood feud between the families drops even more. That's when he makes himself scarce. To save himself from another guilt trip from Dutch, though, he makes sure to keep providing for the camp. If he keeps everyone fed and the money box full, Dutch won't really be able to complain. At least too much.

After turning in some pelts to the trapper in Saint Denis, Arthur finds himself riding north on the easternmost shore on the outskirts of the city. For some unknown reason, he starts to wander around the little islands out there, avoiding alligators and getting stuck in the mud. Out of the corner of his eye, he happens to catch the sight of a lock box, half dug out of the mud underneath a tree. Once he opens it, he's disappointed to find that instead of money, it's filed with nothing but old letters dated to the early 1800s. He's about to straighten back up to leave when the name "Lucille Braithwaite" catches his eye.

Upon reading the letters, Arthur pieces together that many years ago, Lucille Braithwaite and Douglas Gray, of the infamous Rhodes families, were in love with each other. As interesting as that historical tidbit is, it's the letter in which Lucille instructs Douglas to steal gold from her family and as well as his own in order to help fund the abolition of slavery.

Arthur lets out a shocked chuckle at this development. After shoving all the letters in his satchel, he makes a bee line for the camp back at Clemens Point. Once he gets there, he immediately hands Dutch the letters as the man stands by his own tent.

"What's this?" Dutch asks as he sifts through the papers.

"There ain't no gold," Arthur comments simply.

From close by, Hosea hears this exchange and walks over. "No gold where?"

"Those families are fightin' over nothin'," Arthur starts to explain as Dutch reads over the letters. "Two members of their own families worked together to take all that gold. Those families didn't steal from each other; they stole from themselves."

Hosea seems confused at first. "So where's the gold?"

Dutch lets out a huff as he shoves the letters toward Hosea. "It's gone. Given away almost a hundred years ago."

Hosea takes the papers and starts to read them himself.

"Damnit!" Dutch calls out. "That gold could've gotten us where we needed to be."

"Seems there were a couple of good-hearted people in those inbred families at one time," Hosea comments. "Gave all that money to try and stop the slave trade. It's noble."

Dutch scoffs. "Puts us out."

"We should back off from them," Hosea says, but is met with a glare from Dutch.

"Just because two people acted nobly a hundred years ago doesn't mean the people here now are innocent."

"I didn't mean it like that," Hosea corrects. "I meant that they're starting to get suspicious. And our profit margin just went way down. We need to cut our losses before we get run out of this town and attract more attention than we already have. Pinkertons are on our trail already. Remember, they found our first camp."

Arthur agrees, but he waits to see what Dutch will say before he voices his opinion.

Dutch finally speaks up after casting his gaze down. "Yeah. I suppose we should stop playing those families."

From out of nowhere, Micah comes stomping towards them. He had been eavesdropping on the conversation, apparently, and is none too happy with what he heard.

"What?!" the blond man calls out. "So while Arthur has been sulking around pining for that girl and letting us all pick up the slack around here, he just happens across a bunch 'a letters that just so happen to confirm just why he hasn't been helping out with everything. Seems awfully convenient to me."

Before Arthur can bite anything back, Hosea cuts in. "You really think that Arthur went out, found old paper with the Braithwaite's letterhead," he holds the letters up harshly to show Micah, "used a fountain pen to write in a script he's never used before, and concocted all this back story just to get us to back off?" He gives Micah a stern look.

Micah, knowing that he has been successfully told off, but not wanting to admit that, just shrugs. "Maybe."

Hosea rolls his eyes. "Have you always been dumber 'n a box of rocks?" he asks Micah.

In response, Micah throws Dutch a look before stomping off.

"Why do we keep him around?" Arthur comments.

"Arthur," Dutch chides. "He's still rough, but I see something in him."

"Don't know what," Arthur mutters under his breath.

Dutch hears him just fine, though. "Follow me, Arthur. We need to talk about something."

The two men walk out to the lake shore, far enough away that no one can listen in.

"I ain't never gonna like Micah," Arthur starts to defend himself, assuming this little talk will be about their ongoing feud.

"I know. I don't wanna talk about that." Dutch takes out a cigar and lights it. "I saw Emmeline in Valentine a couple weeks ago."

Arthur looks over to him with wide eyes. He doesn't say anything, though, waiting for Dutch to finish.

"She was selling off some fish to the butcher. She looked like she was doing good for herself."

Arthur nods. "That's good."

"The butcher told me he sees her a few times a week. I gave him some extra money to give her when he sees her."

"He actually gonna do that instead of pocket it?" Arthur responds skeptically.

"If he knows what's best for him, he will." He takes a puff on his cigar, letting the smoke cloud the air between him and Arthur. "Despite what happened between you two, I need to thank you for teaching her what you did to give her a chance."

Arthur doesn't know what to say to that. "She's smart. She just needed someone to show her. Took to fishing pretty well."

"Despite the teacher," Dutch jokes.

"Yeah." Arthur chuckles.

"She's a beautiful girl," Dutch comments. "A good man is going to sweep her up in no time."

Arthur schools his features despite his chest tightening at the thought of another man making her his wife.

One day, Arthur finds himself around Valentine, so he decides to run into the store to stock up on coffee. After he grabs what he went in there for, he ends up buying a few extras, too. Oat cakes for Sparrow, some apples, too, and chocolate bars. Once he exits with his satchel now completely full, he sees a familiar horse with a small cart hitched behind it and, of course, a familiar woman in the seat.

He thinks for a moment that he should duck back into the store, go out the back to avoid Emmeline all together. He finds that his feet are already taking him closer to her, though.

When she finally notices him walking beside her, she pulls Miss Susie to a stop and stares at him a moment. Before he can say anything to greet her, her expression falls from neutral to something more pained as her eyes well up with tears.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath. "Don't cry, Emma. Please."

She looks away from him quickly and covers her face with her hands. "I'm sorry."

An voice from behind them suddenly calls out, "You wanna move it, mister. I got places to be."

Arthur looks back to see an angry man trying to maneuver his own cart around Emmeline's. He holds back from responding to the guy none too kindly. Instead, he jumps up beside Emmeline and steers her horse off the road and into the alleyway.

"Are you alright, Emma?" he asks softly.

She doesn't remove her hands from her face, too embarrassed for Arthur to see her so upset.

Arthur lets out a heavy breath. "Please look at me."

She takes her hands away, wiping at her eyes before looking up at him. "I didn't expect to see you," she replies quietly.

He looks away before jumping down off the cart. When he turns back, he holds his arms out to her, prompting her to step down, too. Leading her out of the alley, they move to stand behind one of the buildings for a little more privacy.

"I'm sorry," she says, her voice still choked with emotion.

"You don't got nothin' to be sorry about."

"Did Charles give you my letter?"

He scratches at his beard. He really has let it get a little unruly. "I read it."

She nods. There was that little bit of hope in her that he hadn't read it and that their time apart could be explained by something else. But, no. He knew she wanted to talk with him and chose not to.

"I see," she replies sadly. "Can you just tell me what I did wrong?"

"You didn't do nothin' wrong. It's just..." he trails off. "You're better off without me."

She looks up at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"Find yourself a good man that'll take care of you."

" You're a good man," she comments.

"I ain't, Emmeline. I ain't a good man at all."

"How can you say that after everything you've done?"

"You don't know of everything I've done."

"I know what you did for me."

He shakes his head. "Emma, please understand-"

"Just tell me you don't want me."

He looks up to her. "What?"

"I'll be alright if you say you don't want me. We can just be friends. And... if you don't want to see me, we can write letters. Please, Arthur..." She chokes back tears. "You're my only friend. Don't just leave me."

It absolutely breaks his heart to see her pleading like this. But this is all for the best for her. Keeping her away from him is better for her. Right?

"I'm an outlaw," he blurts out, though he's not really sure why de does.

"What?"

"I'm an outlaw," he repeats. "I've stolen. Lied. Hurt people. Killed people. Spent more 'n a few nights in jail."

"An outlaw?" She blinks hard, trying to make sense of what he's saying. "I-I thought you worked for for Uncle Tacitus."

"Ain't no such man," he explains. "It's just an alias we give out so people can write to us. It changes depending on where we're at. Tacitus Kilgore. Aiden O'Malley. Some others. They're just names."

She shakes her head in confusion. "I don't understand."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, Emma. You're too good to be in this life. I'm a bad man. I run with bad men. You should just forget all about me. Act like I never existed."

She stares up at him, trying to process everything. "Did you steal from me?" she finally asks.

"No," he answers automatically.

"Did you plan to? Did you plan to hurt me?"

"No," he responds emphatically. "I would never hurt you. Or take from you like that."

"Then you're still a good man, Arthur Morgan. With everything you did for me, you're a good man . You're not changing my mind in that."

He lets out a sigh. "You have to understand, Emmeline-" He pauses when he sees the odd expression on her face. "You alright?"

Emmeline quickly turns away from Arthur, taking a few steps before starting to dry heave into the bushes.

"Shit." Arthur rushes over to place his hand in her back as she's bent over. "You sick?"

She stands back up and takes a deep breath once she's done. "Yes, I think so. I threw up both my breakfast and lunch today. And I did so yesterday, too. The day before that, I was queasy." She wipes her mouth on her sleeve. "I was on my way to see the doctor when I saw you."

The thought that Emmeline could possibly be sick has Arthur worried, so he quickly leads her to the nearby doctor's office. Just as they get to the door, the doctor walks out with his keys in his hand.

"She's sick," Arthur calls out.

The doctor doesn't even turn around, but continues with putting his key in the lock. "Sorry. She'll have to come back tomorrow. I'm closed."

Arthur suddenly grabs the man but the collar and pins him to the wall beside the door. "She's sick," Arthur growls in the man's face.

The doctor smartly decides not to make the man before him angry. "Alright, sir. I-I'll see her." Once Arthur releases him, the doctor unlocks the door and opens it. "Exam room is in the back."

As the doctor closes the front door, Arthur leads Emmeline into the back room. She takes her seat in the exam chair as the doctor enters.

"Are you her husband?" he asks Arthur.

"Uh. Yes," Arthur lies. He's not going to risk this doctor not seeing Emmeline because he might think it improper to examine a single woman."

Emmeline isn't fond of lying, but she follows Arthur's lead nevertheless. "He's my husband," she asserts, though it's unprompted.

The doctor gives her a look. "So, what seems to be bothering you Mrs...?"

"Callahan," Arthur provides.

"Mrs. Callahan." The doctor waits for her to answer his question.

"My stomach," she answers. "I've been queasy for a few days. I threw up earlier today and yesterday, too."

He places his hand on her head. "Any chills?"

"No."

"Diarrhea?"

"No."

"Headaches?"

"No."

"Eaten anything new recently."

Emmeline thinks. "No."

He straightens up and looks over to Arthur. "How long have you been married?"

"Six months," Arthur pulls out of nowhere.

The doctor turns back to Emmeline. "When was your last monthly?"

"Uh." Emmeline thinks. "It was... uh."

"More than a month ago?" the doctor cuts in.

"Maybe two," Emmeline finally answers.

"Were you having them regularly before this?"

"Yes. I think so."

Arthur's eyes go wide once he realizes what the doctor is thinking.

"I assume you have been having marital relations," the doctor comments.

Both Emmeline and Arthur's faces go red.

"Well," the doctor calls out too cheerfully to the room, "I'm inclined to think that Mrs. Callahan is in a family way. Though we wont be sure for another month or so."

"Are you sure?" Arthur asks in a voice much higher than his usual one.

The doctor thinks a moment. "Have you been fatigued lately?" he asks Emmeline.

"Yes. I've found myself taking naps in the afternoon," she answers.

"Are you able to stand any pressure to your chest?"

"Not really," she answers, recalling how tender her breasts have been lately. "Is that bad?"

"It's a fairly common symptom of early pregnancy," the doctor answers.

"Pregnancy," Emmeline whispers the word.

"Are you sure ?" Arthur repeats, his brain still trying to come to terms with everything.

The doctor chuckles. "As sure as I can be this early on, Mr. Callahan. But with a young, healthy woman like that, I don't suspect it could be anything else."

He goes back out to the main room for a moment, leaving Arthur and Emmeline alone in the room. Both of them are too shocked to even say anything to each other. When he comes back in, he hands a paper off to Emmeline.

"Here are the names of some midwives in the area. It won't hurt to talk to them. But if your menses return, this episode may be diet related, so you'll have to watch that. If you still cease to bleed and your abdomen starts to grow, you'll know you're with child."

Both Arthur and Emmeline are in shock at the news. Neither of them say anything as the doctor hurries them out of his office so he can finally lock up for the day. They stand there dumbstruck for a few minutes before Emmeline speaks up.

"Can we talk about this?" she asks, unsure what Arthur will do.

He turns to her and looks right into her eyes. "I'll drive you home and then we can talk." After unhitching Sparrow so she can follow them, he helps Emmeline into the cart then sits beside her, taking the reins. They're both quiet for the short ride, waiting until they're in the privacy of Emmeline's cabin to start to talk.

As they start to pull up to the house, Arthur sees two strange horses and two riders to go with them standing near the front door of the house. The men are dressed in nice suits complete with bowler hats and badges that Arthur has never seen before. They're certainly not with the local law, so these must be the Pinkertons that Hosea mentioned.

"Isn't this a surprise?" the older man of the two calls out as Arthur pulls up. "Arthur Morgan, I presume."

Arthur quickly jumps down and rounds the wagon to help Emmeline down. He makes sure to push her behind him as they approach the men.

"Who are you?" Arthur growls out.

"I'm Agent Milton," the man closest to him says. "And this is Agent Ross." He gestures back to the man holding the shotgun.

"Leave. Now," Arthur demands.

"No need to be rude, Mr. Morgan. I'm not here for you. I'm here for Miss Van Der Linde." He gestures to Emmeline.

Arthur's eyes go wide. This man should not know anything about Emmeline. Especially that she's actually Dutch's daughter.

Thinking that this must be a misunderstanding, Emmeline steps out from behind Arthur to address Milton. "That's not my name. I'm Emmeline Turner. You're looking for someone else."

Arthur steps forward, once again putting himself in front.

Milton snickers at her. "She doesn't know, does she?"

"Know what?" Emmeline peeks her head out to ask.

Arthur lets out a huff. "She ain't a part of this, so leave ."

Milton seems amused. "This is quite the situation Dutch orchestrated, isn't it? The son he raised but didn't father found in the company of the daughter he fathered but never raised."

Emmeline steps out again, but Arthur still covers her with his arm. "My father was Joseph Turner," she insists. "Not that other man you said."

Milton leans forward smugly. "You're Dutch Van Der Linde's bastard, sweetheart," he insists. "Your mama must've been a busy girl."

"Enough," Arthur says to shut him up. "What do you want?"

Milton straightens up. "Since you're here, Mr. Morgan, I'm going to offer you a deal. Get Dutch to meet me so I can bring him in and I won't harm a hair on anyone else's head in that gang of yours. Not the women. Not the old man. Not that little family. Not the negro," he continues to show off just how much he knows the gang. "Not the Mexican or the Indian negro or the Irishman or the O'Driscoll. The old drunk or the angry drunk or the sailor. The magician or the priest or the German. All them safe if you just get Dutch out in the open. Alone."

Arthur pauses a moment, thinking about all those people and their potential safety. "I don't know what you're talking about," he finally replies.

"Did Dutch tell you what a busy boy he was while you were away? Of did he keep what he did from you?" Milton continues with a smirk on his face. "Did he talk about the girl he murdered in cold blood in Blackwater? Or how about the train he robbed belonging to Leviticus Cornwall, killing all the crew. Did he even mention that he killed half of Strawberry, including lawmen and citizens?"

Arthur listens on. He knows what Milton is trying to do. He's trying to get Arthur to turn on Dutch. And while all those things that he was talking about are troubling, Arthur isn't about to betray the man he sees as a father without at least getting his side of things.

"I haven't seen Dutch in months, so he ain't told me nothin'," Arthur continues to lie.

Milton lets out an angry breath through his flared nostrils. "Then I'll have to go back to my original plan. I'm going to take the girl and see if Dutch comes for her."

Arthur immediately draws his pistol causing Ross to aim his shotgun in Arthur's direction.

"That ain't gonna happen," Arthur growls.

"Put the gun down," Ross demands, but Arthur doesn't take his eyes off Milton.

"If you know so much about me," Arthur starts in a low tone," then you know I ain't exactly a slow draw. You really think your man can get a shot off before I put a bullet in your brain?"

Milton chuckles under his breath, trying to hide his nervousness upon hearing that statement. After making his decision on what to do, he takes a step forward. "Until next time, Mr. Morgan." He and Ross start to walk over to their horses. "Miss Van Der Linde," he tips his hat to her before mounting his horse and leaving.

"What was all that?" Emmeline asks once the pair of men are out of sight.

Arthur finally holsters his gun once the threat is gone. "Grab some clothes." He turns to cut Miss Susie loose from the wagon.

"Who were they?"

"Emma, go pack a bag," he says more forcefully. "We gotta go. Now."

"Was that all true?" she chokes out.

Arthur walks over to her, laying his hands on her shoulders so she'll listen to him. "Please, Emma. I'll tell you everything once we get safe. I promise. But we gotta leave. They might be back with more men and I ain't letting them take you."

She finally nods, realizing that Arthur is deadly serious right now. After running inside to shove some clothes into her saddlebag, she comes back out to Arthur saddling up Miss Susie.

"We're gonna be riding all day." He takes the bag from Emmeline and secures it to the saddle. "If ya need to take a rest, we will. But if we can keep riding... I'd just rather make sure those lawmen aren't on our tail."

Emmeline doesn't fight him and allows him to help her up in the saddle.

Arthur looks up at her. "Just keep up with me, okay? I ain't gonna let nothin' happen to you." His eyes fall to her stomach before he turns away to mount Sparrow. Just a few moments later, they ride off, though Emmeline doesn't know what the destination is.