howredemptionwaswon

[howredemptionwaswon]

"Didn't recognize you with the beard, Sean." " Aye, been bustin' me hump around here tryin' to get things ready for the winter. " Without a second thought, Sean handed over the hay bundle he was carrying from the barn to Charles. " Good to 'ave ya back. Another set of hands is exactly what we needed. "

Everything had been such a mess the day the group split that not everyone had been accounted for. Charles was one of those. It was unknown if he took out on his own, maybe stuck around a little longer to try and talk some sense into Dutch. Either way, it's good to have him here with them ─ even if Sean poked fun at him occasionally. " So ya gonna enlighten me on where ya been the last few months? " Sean asked as he walked out of the barn with Charles and headed over to the horses. " You know the drill, drop it and give it a good kickin' around. " He let out a little chuckle glad he wasn't the one packing that bundle for once. " The beards kind o' growin' on me. Keep me warm in the winter and Karen's takin' a likin' to it. " The look on his face couldn't be any smugger. Charles Smith was typically a man who kept to himself, so to have someone leave him speechless was a feat in itself. With Sean sounding so damn responsible, it left him without words. He could only remember the Irishman sleeping on the job when it came to guard duty half the time, whittling on a piece of wood, or doing some random stick-up job for the boys. Chores weren't often something he did by choice. To hear, let alone see him doing anything resembling the task of chores made Charles doubt himself. Was this the real Sean MacGuire?

Even as he walked alongside him and listened to him talk while carrying the hay bundle, he still thought he was dreaming. He was expecting to wake up and find himself back at Horseshoe Overlook when they'd just escaped the mountain before everything became the mess that developed from it. It was only when Sean mentioned Karen did Charles understand that maybe it wasn't a dream after all. Except that perhaps Karen grew soft on Sean, or he tired her out, and she decided to give his annoying antics a chance. Being away from Dutch's influence gave room for growth for some of them. "Been around… but I didn't stay with Dutch," Charles admitted as he admired the horses the ranch had. They looked like strong, beautiful animals - most importantly, healthy and well taken care of. "No point." While Charles admitted to Arthur that he liked that Dutch accepted a colored man such as him, he wasn't awestruck with him like some of the others were. He didn't like the dark path the gang was going down. The money they were collecting had too much blood stained on it, and whatever they stole only allowed them to keep running from their problems, never enough to make amends. It was clear as day that people were taking sides within the group, and slowly, but surely, lines were being drawn in the sands.

After the sides were made, Charles disappeared into the wilderness, where he quietly kept to the shadows, careful to keep watch and ensure that nobody from Dutch's crew did anything dirty to Arthur's party while the split happened. He was their silent protector, with his loyal mount prepared to take charge if need be. Once Arthur's crew settled in their new home, and prepared to make new lives for themselves, Charles took off, wondering if there was a future for himself. He traveled across the states, earning money however he could. Did his fair share of street brawling, until he found himself thinking about the others, to the point where he dreamed about them. His mother's side of the family would indicate that it was a spiritual quest he needed to take upon himself: a message meant for undertaking. He needed to go back to them, and return to his former friends, he did. Unable to resist taking a jab at Sean, Charles asked, "What convinced you to get into the ranching life with the others? Were you threatened under torture again?" Sean wouldn't admit it out loud but back in the days when he and the others rode with Dutch, his head wasn't on right. He often did his best to antagonize the other members of the group. Maybe it was testing everyone to see how far he could push them… you could say testing his limits. He watched and listened as Dutch preached the dream that everyone wanted to hear. When it came down to it hardly no one put forth any effort, just running about doing as they wanted. In Sean's eyes, why should he be busting his balls when no one else was? Bill just wanted to run around buzzing off at the mouth, getting himself caught by bounty hunters far too close to their camp. Dutch, well Dutch did what Dutch did best by sitting his ass all day and night preaching to everyone else. He could go on and on but what was the point in it? Things were different now. For one Karen helped open his eyes a little and here with the others… it wasn't like back then. Everyone stepped up doing their fair share to keep things moving. Sean wouldn't exactly call it growth on his part but more of a reason to now have something worth trying and fighting for. " It's a good thin' ya didn't. Wasn't nothin' good comin' to those who did. " Sean nodded his head before adding. " Ya probably right, none of me business. Long as ya wasn't there that's all that matters. " Now leaning against the gate post he found himself craving a good cold beer. Looking around he had to admit things were good now. They were living as honestly as they could. It wasn't all about some promise of the next big job being the key to their freedom. Which was crazy when you stopped to think about it because each big job they pulled only drove them deeper into hiding. Not to mention the way Dutch murdered that poor woman back in Black Water… that was some dark dealings right there. " Yer a right funny bloke you know that? " Sean managed to say with a hint of laughter. " Ain't nobody be torturin' me other than that fine blonde lass over there. " A chuckle followed as he motioned for Charles to follow him over to the cabin where he could grab them a few beers. " Ain't much for dyin'. Way I see it… it was either stay and die or leave and survive and I'm a survivor! No, when my time comes it's gonna be on me own terms. "

Without doubt, this was the longest conversation Charles ever had with Sean - one he was willing to partake in. The boy was not only insightful, he actually made sense. Charles still couldn't believe this was the same Sean MacGuire who, not even a year ago, had to pester Arthur and John to join them on random jobs like an annoying little tag-along brother. The dissolution of the gang apparently helped Sean mature, open his eyes, and allowed him growth - from what Charles could gather. This was rather promising. Charles accepted the beer from Sean and thanked him. Much like him, he wasn't one for dying. His stance on life hadn't changed since he left his alcoholic father during his youth. He was tired of running and having to constantly look over his shoulder. All he wanted was stability, to find a place to call "home," and he thought he'd found that with the gang. The first version of the gang had promise (or so he was led to believe), but now that he found THIS version, this one was the one he preferred the most. "You've proven yourself as much of a survivor," Charles agreed after taking that first, welcoming swig of his beer. He gave the Irishman credit for having stuck around, proving his loyalty to those who truly cared about what mattered most. The location of the ranch was ideal, and not too close to any major cities or towns. Once Dutch's plans fell apart, they had gone further into civilization, instead of going away from it, allowing more people to recognize them. The ranch's distance would give everyone here a chance to start over, and with time, maybe the memories of their crimes would fade from other folks' minds so long as they kept low profiles.

There was nothing like a brush of death that could make some mature rather quickly. He recognized that consistently stirring the pot merely resulted in avoidable disputes and strain. Plus, Karen played a pivotal part in altering his outlook. The impact she had on him, prompted him to reevaluate his existence. She provided him with a necessary jolt of reality. Wasn't being present on this ranch, alongside the rest of the collective, precisely the life they had all been seeking? The very life that Dutch had promised to them? Growing up the only family Sean ever had was his father and he lost him when those British bastards tracked them down and killed him in his bed like rabid dogs. It wasn't long after that when he ran into Dutch and Hosea up in North Elizabeth and tried stealing Dutch's pocket watch. The thought made him chuckle under his breath. For a while, he thought he had found a place to call home but something never really set right with him. While Sean tried to convince those around him that he was extremely intelligent, that wasn't exactly the case, but even he knew a slipping man when he saw one. This place here with those who had seen what he had was as close to family as he imagined he would ever have. Despite the lingering doubts, Sean couldn't deny the sense of belonging and acceptance he felt among these kindred spirits. " Right, de same can be said for ye. " Charles was not one to tolerate anyone's nonsense. He had personally witnessed Charles knocking Micah down for what he perceived as an insult. It spoke volumes on its own that Charles hadn't stayed back with the others. Many people had been lost in a short period of time, and Arthur, Charles, and everyone else knew who was responsible for the chaos. Finally, Sean took a sip of his beer and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The chaotic situation was now in the past, and hopefully, it would stay there. " 'ave to admit it ain't easy livin' the 'onest life. Guess it's like Arthur always said .. you can't live a bad life an' have gran' things 'appen to ye. We got no troubles 'ere. Lawmen ain't lookin' for us. Don't think it was us they ever really wanted. Dutch was the one they was after, just glad sum of us made it out of dare before Micah led dem straight to us. "

Truer words were never spoken. Dutch was the mastermind. While Arthur's wanted poster once bore a hefty price, it didn't take long for Dutch to make enough noise to bring his own head for a higher bid. Bounty hunters were swift to go after him and those often seen associated with him, while the rest of the group scattered. Charles was separated from the chaos, but he was a survivor. He'd been on his own for years, long before he joined up with Dutch. He bid his time before knowing when it was safe to make his return known. "Like I mentioned to Abigail earlier," Charles said, reflecting on his other conversation, "I'd still feel comfortable being on guard for our ranch. Not just because of Dutch, but getting too comfortable isn't my style. But this place? I like what I've seen so far. I'll fight to protect it with my dying breath."

Having a roof over his head and warm meals to look forward to every single day was a dream come true. A family to greet him day and night was a foreign concept to him until now. Nothing had been stable for him growing up. Every day was a fight for survival. But now? He'd be damned if anyone try to take this away from any of them.

Charles found himself in a good mood now. He couldn't help but smirk. "Sean, what kind of farm work DO you actually know how to do?"

Sean let out a hearty laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. " Ah, ye wound me, Charles ! I'll 'ave ye know I'm a man of many talents. " He took another swig of his beer before continuing, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone. " I can milk a cow blindfolded, shear a sheep with me teeth, and I once talked a chicken into layin' twice as many eggs in a day. Though I must warn ye, I've got a delicate constitution when it comes to certain… aromas. " His eyes hit the ground and then back to Charles before he continued. " Well, maybe not all of dat, " He admitted with a grin. " But I can learn, can't I ? Ain't dat what dis new life is all about ? Learnin’ as we go ? Ain’t been hearin’ Arthur or John makin’ no fuss over me slackin’. Think they dedicated that to good ole Uncle. " Sean let out a chuckle. At least for once someone was getting more grief than he was. Sean looked around the area before turning back to Charles a little more serious now. " Aye, I may not know much about farmin', but I know how to keep watch and handle meself in a scrap. That's gotta count for somethin'. " Sean's tone held a hint of vulnerability beneath his usual bravado. " I may not be the most skilled farmhand, " Sean admitted, his voice softening. " But I'm willin' to put in the work. This place, these people — they're worth it. " He paused, taking another sip of his beer. " Never thought I'd say this, but I'm startin' to understand what Arthur meant about wantin' a better life. Ain't just about the money or the thrill of the chase anymore. " Sean's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. " Y'know, Charles, I've been thinkin' about Karen a lot lately. " Sean's voice grew softer, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. " She's been through so much, we all 'ave. But seein' 'er smile again, it… it does somethin' to me. " He shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. " Never thought I'd be the type to settle down, but all this makes me want to be better. " He raised his bottle in a toast. " To new beginnings, eh ? " Few things changed since Charles came back. First: Uncle was still Uncle. Nothing would change about that old man. Second: people shared their insecurities with Charles because he was the type who'd listen. There was an aura he gave that drew others to him that, despite his size, was welcoming. He might not talk a lot, but he would sit and listen. It didn't surprise Charles that Sean exposed so much about himself. The kid always had a habit of putting on an act of bravado--much loudly, to the annoyance of everyone, but he meant well. And going by what he'd told him, he improved by leaps and bounds.

When the topic shifted to Karen, and why Sean became more focused, Charles could only grunt in approval. Being away from Dutch did wonders for every single person who was at this ranch. Dutch was a madman. Charles had been wandering the countryside since he was thirteen years old, and it was Dutch who found him and was impressed by his resilience. Maybe it was the loneliness and words that spewed from Dutch's mouth that won him over, but knowing what he knew now, he wouldn't have joined him. But at the same time, he would've missed out on the friendships and family he gained through the hardships had he not joined up. Through the pain and hardships of it all, came forth strength and love. Charles also raised his bottle. "To new beginnings indeed." After the brief toast and a sip, the bigger man asked, "How long have you and Karen been together? Or are you still just chasing her around?" Sean chuckled, a hint of sheepishness creeping into his expression. " Ah, well now, that's a bit of a complicated question, ain't it ? " He took another swig of his beer, buying himself a moment to gather his thoughts. " We've been… dancin' around each other for a while now. Y'know how it is with Karen — she's got a fire in her that's hard to pin down. "

He leaned back, his eyes taking on a faraway look. " There were times, back with the gang, when I thought we had somethin' special brewin'. But then… well, things got complicated, didn't they ? With all the runnin' and the chaos. " Sean's voice grew softer, tinged with regret. " I didn't always handle things right, I'll admit. Said some stupid things, did some even stupider things. " He turned to Charles, a rare moment of seriousness crossing his face. " I've been tryin' to prove meself to her. Show her I can be more than just the loud-mouthed Irish boy who can't keep his hands to himself. " Sean's lips quirked into a small smile. " Been helpin' her with the chores, listenin' when she needs to talk. Even cut back on me drinkin' a bit. " He paused, looking down at the bottle in his hand with a wry grin. " Well, most days anyway. " He sighed, running a hand through his unruly red hair. " It's different now, y'know ? Back with the gang, everything was always so… urgent. Like we was always runnin' from somethin' or towards somethin'. But here… " Sean's gaze swept across the peaceful ranch, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. " Here, we got time. Time to breathe, time to think. " Sean turned back to Charles, his eyes shining with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. " I think… I think we might be gettin' somewhere. "

In a way, Charles envied Sean. The boy was driving himself to becoming a better person for someone he cared deeply for. Had Charles not been able to reunite with the group, his ultimate plan would be to travel north, as far as Canada, in order to start a new life for himself. Settling down with his own wife and family would be ideal. There had to be someone for him out there, like there was for Sean. Yet now, Charles was happy to be with those he called family. "That shows growth," the larger man stated as he took to leaning against the nearest hard surface. His features relaxed, and he allowed himself to reveal a slight smile. "And I'm talking about both you and Karen. Being on our own like this has offered all of us a chance to change for the better. It won't be long before you two become serious." Change was good, Charles noted, as he once again considered how long he'd been talking to Sean. He couldn't recall on one hand alone the many times the two of them shared a genuine conversation like this. Charles kept to himself for the most part, while Sean fluttered around everyone like the social butterfly like he was. They couldn't be any more opposite. In the present, Charles was pleased to have this talk. It opened his eyes to how much tenacity Sean had, and when he set his mind to something, he could accomplish anything. "It's time to put myself to work," Charles stated after a stretch of comfortable silence. He gripped the now empty bottle between his fingers and witnessed the smile on his face reflect from the glass surface. "I'll keep my eye out on you and Karen. And… thank you for this."

This, being the time spent together--the booze was nice, too. Whether he admitted it or not, Charles didn't mind talking to Sean--well, this version of him. He wasn't sure if he'd feel the same way if and when Sean shifted to his loud-mouth, yammering self. At least he knew there was a side of the Irishman that was thoughtful and considerate. Sean was quiet, not through lack of words, but because they were too busy spinning. He watched Charles disappear beyond the barn. It should have been a relief to be alone, but instead it made Sean restless. He tore another swig off the bottle, letting it burn its way down, hoping it would take his doubts with it. Karen had seemed different lately; quieter and further away than usual. He knew he was taking a gamble, building everything into this version of himself—farmhand and listener, dodging bars like they carried influenza—when for all he knew the only thing she might want from him was nothing at all. The grass was cool against his back as he lay, arms crossed behind his head. Charles' words came back to him—it won't be long before you two become serious—and he laughed out loud, incredulous and bitter all at once. Wouldn't that be something ?

The sky dimmed and grew cold as stars blinked into being above him. Sean rubbed his face with his hands as he sat up. The ranch was quiet. Too quiet, sometimes; it let him hear too much of what he didn't want to, creaking through his mind like a loose door hinge.

[howredemptionwaswon]

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[howredemptionwaswon]

"Mrs. Adler? Just between us, if anything happens to me, promise me you'll take care of my dear Arthur? I can't bear the thought of him being alone. Not again, not after everything he's gone through. Please, promise me?" " That's crazy talk now. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you, Mary. "

She couldn't help but empathize with Mary's concerns. Pregnancy and childbirth were undoubtedly unpredictable journeys, filled with both joy and anxiety. However, she firmly believed that this situation would be different. She had the unwavering support of doctors, from regular check-ups to testing, they had diligently monitored her health and the baby's development.

Moreover, Arthur had been an unwavering pillar of strength for Mary throughout this entire journey. He attended every appointment, listened attentively to the doctor's advice, and made sure she felt cherished and cared for at all times. But beyond medical professionals and Arthur's support, there was something else that fueled her confidence – an unshakable belief in everyone's devotion to this place and everyone within it.

" If it will make you feel better then of course you know I'd look after him. I'd do that for anyone here. But with that bein' said y'aint goin' nowhere and ain't nothin' happenin' to you - not so as long as I'm around. You hear me? Now let's get you back inside. "

"Forgive me, Mrs. Adler," Mary apologized. Stress - it had to be the stress. She was an older woman giving birth to her first child. There was a lot riding on her body. Something could go wrong. No, no, that was foolish. She was doing everything right, wasn't she? Doctors, her family, friends - all the support in the world was at her fingertips. What could go wrong? Why couldn't she stop worrying?

Mary fanned herself with her hands as she followed Sadie into the house. Maybe it was the weather. It was unusually warmer than usual. "I do apologize," she said again as she made her way to the nearest chair, and all but collapsed into it. She placed her hands upon her swollen stomach, as if to let the baby know they'd be okay. "I'm just distressed. Maybe if I were younger, I wouldn't be feeling this way." Her mother was such a strong, graceful woman when she was pregnant with Jamie. She was the definition of poise and elegance. How she ever endured such a sloth of a man like her father, Mary could never understand. But now here was Mary, being a "mother" again, only this time, it wasn't to her little brother, but with her own flesh and blood.

"Thank you, kindly, for everything you've done," Mary said, this time in a more relaxed tone. She sighed in relief and eased back in her chair a bit. "If Arthur and I hadn't made amends, I would've wanted a woman like you to be with him. He deserves someone like you. You're so strong, confident, and determined."

Sadie was taken aback by Mary's words. She had always seen herself as a woman of resilience and grit, but to hear such admiration from Mary stirred something deep within her. She had never taken the time to consider what she meant to others, too preoccupied with keeping the ranch running smoothly and everyone in check.

A soft smile graced Sadie's lips as she reached out to place a comforting hand on Mary's shoulder. " Yer a tough one, Mary. Don't ya forget that, " Sadie said warmly. " But I appreciate the kind words more than I can say. " With a reassuring hand on Mary's shoulder, she spoke softly, " Oh, Mary dear, there ain’t no need for apologies. Pregnancy can be one of the most challengin’ journeys a woman can undertake. It's perfectly normal to feel anxious and overwhelmed at times, especially with everythin’ yer going through. But yer stronger than ya realize, trust me. "

She knew that Mary had the resilience and courage within her to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Sadie figured that perhaps it was her turn to offer Mary some encouragement and support during this vulnerable moment. As she gazed into Mary's eyes filled with uncertainty, Sadie's own resolve strengthened. She made a silent vow to be there for Mary every step of the way, just as she had been for everyone else on the ranch. " Mary, yer not alone in this. You've got all of us here to lean on, including a fine man like Arthur by your side, " She reassured her, her voice steady and comforting. " And if ya ever feel overwhelmed or scared, know that you can always come to me. We'll face this together, just like we face everythin’ else. "

She turned her back to Mary as went to fetch a warm blanket for her. A silent sigh slipped from her. All this made her think back to the time when she once thought about having a family of her own, but that seemed so long ago now. Maybe those days are long gone for her now, ‘cause god knows she doesn’t think she’ll ever love anyone as much as she had her Jake. She couldn't help but wonder what could have been if things had turned out differently in her own life. Pushing those thoughts aside, she focused on the present moment and the woman who needed her support.

Returning with the soft blanket, Sadie draped it gently over Mary's lap, tucking it around her legs with care. She knelt beside Mary's chair, offering a reassuring smile. " This ranch is more than just land and buildings; it's a family bound by love and loyalty. And you, Mary, are an integral part of that family now. We take care of our own, no matter the circumstances. "

Sadie was such a sweet woman behind her tough exterior. Lord help anyone who riled her up. Before being welcomed into the gang, Mary didn't have anyone to make her feel better other than her mother, Jamie, and Arthur. And when her mother died, she was simply thrust into the care of motherhood to her own baby brother and servitude to her alcoholic and abusive father.

Blind loyalty drove her to stick by his side for far too long until enough was enough. The invisible chains that bounded her to him shattered, and she escaped. Now here she was, years later, free from the nightmare, and ready to have a baby with the man that she loves, and with friends at her side.

"I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Adler," Mary praised while clutching the blanket to her chest. "I swear to God you are an angel blessed to this Earth. You may enjoy the gun a little too much, but you truly are sweet as can be."

Mary winced sharply as a shooting pain struck her in her abdomen. It ran up and down her thigh, and she used to hand to rub her leg. "Oh lord," she groaned. "As much as I'm happy to be a mother, I can't wait for this to be over with. I felt like I've been pregnant forever! I swear I see women with four, five, or even seven children running around here. I wonder if Abigail feels the same way. You know if she wants another one with John?"

Sadie's eyes softened at Mary's words, a mix of gratitude and amusement dancing in them. " Oh, hush now. I ain't no angel, just a woman who's seen her fair share of troubles and knows the value of kindness. " She said with a chuckle. " And as for enjoyin' the gun, well, sometimes ya need a bit of steel to protect the soft things in life. "

Her expression turned to concern as she watched Mary wince in pain. She placed a comforting hand on Mary's arm, her touch gentle despite the calluses earned from years of hard work. " Those pains are no joke, I reckon. But they'll pass, and soon enough you'll be holdin' that little one in your arms. I know it ain't easy, darlin'. Each day must feel like a month, but you're doing amazin'. You're growin' a whole new life inside ya, and that's no small feat. "

She considered Mary's question about Abigail, her brow furrowing slightly. All this talk about babies and family’s was hitting her heart more than she wanted to let on. It reminded her all to much of everything she had lost when Jake was taken away from her. She would never know what it was like to have a child of her own — to watch her family grow old together.

" As for Abigail, well, I can’t say that she’s expressed wanting another baby with me. Though I have noticed her and John slipping into the house in the middle of day lately. Saw Uncle trying to get in one of those days and it appeared like the doors were locked. I can only think of one thing that would mean. " Sadie’s brow arched with a knowing, teasing grin.

Mary was quiet for a spell, until her brows shot up. "No… NO!" She gasped and covered her mouth. "Really!"

Her cheeks flushed. She shouldn't be surprised. Despite John and Abigail playfully sniping at one another, they were truly in love. They experienced growth and hardships together. Even when they argued, they always seemed to make up. What made them decide to try for another child after all this time?

"W-Well, then," Mary spoke as she fanned her face to help ease the redness away. "I… I-I suppose it won't be long until we'll have a new addition to our ranch, then!"

Jack would no longer be the only child on the ranch. It wouldn't be long before her and Arthur's child would be born. If what Sadie said was true (not that Mary had any doubt to what she said), then another loved one would come around. Jack would finally have a sibling to look after. John was more cemented with his role as a father, and hopefully there was no reason for him to take off like Arthur said he did years back.

The future was looking brighter each and every day.

[howredemptionwaswon]

“Mrs. Adler? When did you decide that Mr. Adler was ‘The One’ for you?”

There wasn't a single day that passed that Sadie didn't think about her Jakey. Every little thing reminded her of him, be it a song being sung or a random object they once shared a laugh over. Her love for Jake consumed her existence even after his death.

She rarely had anyone from the group approach her to inquire about her late husband. Initially, Abigail was the one who checked on her the most, followed by occasional inquiries from Arthur. Eventually, conversations about Jake gradually diminished. It was somewhat bittersweet for Karen that now, after all this time, she was the one asking about him. The way the question was posed made her believe there was an underlying motive behind it. It was clear within the group that she and Sean were growing extremely close, which wasn't necessarily a negative thing. However, she struggled with finding a way to tell Karen what she wanted to hear without tearing at her own heartstrings.

" Pullin' out the big questions are ya? " Sadie questioned, then proceeded to find a chair and sit down. This was bound to take some time and effort. " I don't know how you can sum somethin' like that into words. It's just somethin' you feel. " So this already wasn't starting out the greatest. " My Jake and I, we were like best friends. We brought the good out in each other and a day just came when I couldn't picture havin' a life he warn't a part of. That's when I knew. " Karen found a chair for herself and sat down next to Sadie, eager to listen to her explanation. She remembered the days gone by, when poor Mrs. Adler was a new widow, openly grieving for the loss of her husband at the hands of those damned O'Driscoll Boys. It seemed like she would never recover, but gradually, she did, and hell, she became a spitfire in her own right. She ditched the skirt for trousers and became more vocal and bloodthirsty.

"Best friends, huh?" Karen mused. "Back when you were brought into our gang, you probably saw me wanting to throttle Sean more than anything."

He was loud, obnoxious, annoying - sometimes he'd be sleeping during guard duty, or whittling when he should be doing chores, flirting with the girls at camp, or telling silly stores at the campfire with the boys… but behind all that, there was a certain charm about the Irishman that kept her anchored to him. When he was almost killed during a botched job at Rhodes, she realized how much she cared deeply for him, and never wanted to leave his side. The group splitting away from Dutch, and being able to live their own lives, helped her focus on the fact that, well, she loved him. Sean was the only man she could truly care for.

"If Tilly and Mary-Beth were here, they'd be teasin' me 'til the cows came home," Karen remarked, and it was followed with a snort. "Here I am, sounding all… romantic about Sean of all people, when they were the ones always going on about their fantasies about their hopes and dream weddings. You know, women's rights, women voting - hell, I'd just settle for being married to Sean, taking his last name, and makin' him happy as his wife, if he'd let me. But Mrs. Adler, would it be crazy if I were to ask him to marry me?"

Sadie believed that her love for Jake was unparalleled. Overcoming the pain of his death was a lengthy process, and even now, it occasionally brings her sorrow. However, through their relationship, she learned that love is not limited; it has the capacity to develop and transform with time. It taught her that the heart possesses an extraordinary capability to expand and accommodate new individuals who leave a lasting impact on our lives. Each day got a little easier than the day before.

Sadie knowingly grinned. " Yeah I saw, but I also saw through it. It's easy to see the signs when you've been in that situation before. Hell, I think Arthur and I were the first ta notice there was a little more going on with the two of ya. "

Sadie had expressed her gratitude towards the individuals in their small, tight-knit circle. Each person played a unique role in helping her overcome her past and regain her strength. Arthur's heroic act of rescuing her from the O'Driscoll Boys created a debt that she knew she could never fully repay. Nevertheless, she vowed to stand by his side and assist him in any way possible. This commitment extended to everyone in their group. She had managed to endure, and maybe someday she would have the chance to experience love once more. Whether that day ever arrived or not, she found solace in simply witnessing the abundance of joy from the others surrounding her.

" Don't worry yourself too much about what they'd think. Look at it this way, while they're stuck fantasizing you've got the real deal. " Sadie reached over and patted her on the knee. Her next question however had Sadie's brow raising. " I mean while it's always been custom for the man to ask the woman, if it's something you really want I don't see no harm in it. I say go for it cause we ain't exactly traditional folk here. "

Mrs. Adler had a point. They weren't the most traditional folk. Rules be damned. They were lucky to stay one step ahead of the Pinkertons. Danger lurked around every corner, and Karen didn't want to live another day with this nagging regret.

"Damn it all," she huffed, tugging at the edge of her blouse. "You're right. I need to do this. After all, we only tell each other we love one 'nother when we're drunk. This has to count for real, but without the booze."

Karen reached over and offered the other blonde a warm hug. "Thank you so much, darlin'!"

She couldn't imagine going through what Mrs. Adler had: losing a husband the way she had at the hands of the O'Driscoll Boys. Lord knows what would've happened if she lost Sean in any way, shape, or form. But she wouldn't think that. Right now, she was going to find something to propose to Sean with.

She searched about the area for jewelry that would be suitable for the likes of Sean. He wasn't a man who was into jewelry at all. If anything, he was into whittling, but she'd yet to see him carve anything. Too bad she didn't see a ring anywhere that happened to be carved out of wood.

With a disappointing growl, Karen swiftly returned to Sadie, and asked, "You mind helping me find something to propose to Sean with? I'm too impatient to wait around. I got the words I wanna say, but I don't want to go to him empty-handed."

Sadie chuckled, amused by Karen's sudden burst of determination. " Well, ain't that just like you, Karen. Always ready to charge ahead. Alright, let's see what we can rustle up for that Irish fool of yours. " She stood up, brushing off her trousers. " Knowing Sean, he'd probably be happy with a bottle cap if it came from you. "

The two women set off, scanning the ranch for anything that might serve as a makeshift engagement token. After coming up empty handed something dawned on Sadie and her eyes lit up. " Hold on a minute, come with me. " She said, while leading Karen to her room. Once inside Sadie reached for something tucked away in her bedside table drawer. She pulled out a small wooden box, its surface worn smooth by time. Opening it carefully, she revealed a simple silver band inside. " This was Jake's father's ring, " Sadie explained, her voice soft with memory. " Jake always meant to wear it, but his fingers were too big. Maybe it's meant for Sean. "

Sadie moved over to Karen. " And before you even say you can’t take this… " She pressed the ring into Karen's palm. " It's been sitting here gathering dust. Jake would've wanted it to be used for something good, something that brings happiness. He would want you to have it and I want you to have it. The ring or gift isn't going to mean as much to him as what you say to say does. So keep that in mind. And if you find something else between now an then, give him both. "

Karen's mouth was agape when the ring was given to her. It was truly an honor to be blessed with a gift bestowed with such memories. She didn't feel worthy! But clearly she was, otherwise, Sadie wouldn't have gone through the trouble with helping her.

"My goodness, Mrs. Adler," she said in a teary voice. "I… I don't know what to say…!"

She sniffled, hating how emotional she quickly became. Karen was normally one of the toughest of the gals, but when it came to situations closest to the heart she was quick to fall apart when nobody was looking, or beer was involved--mostly the latter. Sadie's words struck deep in Karen's heart, that she swiftly gave the other woman a fierce hug, even patting her on the back.

"Oh, thank you so much, it means the world to me!"

After a couple more sniffles, Karen sighed heavily, and pulled away. She used the back of her hand to dab away her eyes. After clearing her throat, she said, "Now, I'm going to put this ring in a safe place. I'll plan on how and when to propose to that silly boy. I promise it's gonna be soon, so ya'll won't be waitin' long to hear an announcement from us!"

Karen smiled at Sadie, waved, before she turned around and dashed off to head back to finish the rest of her chores.

[howredemptionwaswon]

"Dutch, I just wanted to thank you for treating me like everyone else. I see all of us here, men and women, and it's nothing I've seen anywhere else. No matter our color or background, you've taken us in just the same."

Dutch was sitting right outside his tent thinking about their next move when he was approached by Charles. His antigovernmental and pro-individualist idealism, combined with his natural charisma, attracted a following of people who had been downtrodden by the society they lived in and Charles was one of them. Several members of the gang were orphans, minorities, town drunks, former prostitutes, and other lowlifes ─ people who had felt they had no purpose until they joined the gang and Dutch gave them a sense of unity and family.

" Charles, My Boy, no need to thank me. It is I who should be thanking you for trusting in me enough to see what it is we're all trying to accomplish here. " His hand would raise to rub against his chin. While this wasn't exactly the perfect place Dutch had in mind it would suffice for now until he could come up with their next big heist ─ hopefully, it would be enough for them to flee this place for good.

" No matter where we come from or what we've done in our lifetimes we all share something in common, we all want and deserve a better life than what was handed to us. No one has room to judge another here. " Dutch's eyes would wonder about the camp to every individual noticing the ones who were working, the ones who were missing from camp, and the ones sitting on their asses doing nothing. All things for him to address at another time.

" How are you liking the place so far? "

Charles was one of the newest members of the group. He didn't know anyone and thus had yet to fully immerse himself. But just the way Dutch carried himself, a man of culture, but also a fair man who took people in regardless of background and race, was someone Charles didn't think could exist in this day and age. Charles never had many friends growing up. It'd always just been himself, his mother, and his father. At one point, he had an uncle. Where they all were, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that at some point, he could only depend on himself to survive, and it'd been that way for a long time until he encountered Dutch. Now, being alone was no longer an option.

"So far, I'm liking this," Charles admitted. His dark eyes scanned the campgrounds. He also couldn't help but notice the ones who didn't exactly pick up the slack when it came to working. Fortunately, he was one to work with his hands. He didn't even have to be asked. If something needed to be done, he'd do it. Rain or shine, there was always work to be done.

Then, looking back at Dutch, he asked him, "Is there a pool of money we all contribute to somewhere?"

Dutch took a moment to light himself up a cigar. He greatly enjoyed the taste of them much like he did a good whiskey. " I admire the work you've been doing around here. It says a lot about you Charles. Just make sure you're not overdoing your part. Everyone has their part to do. This should never be a one-man deal carrying the brunt of the load. " Now of course Dutch knew there were more people than just Charles pulling their weight around the camp, but you could call that Dutch's silver tongue at work.

" Arthur did a good job in finding this place for us. Think it's been a while since any of us have slept with an actual roof over our heads. Which reminds me. If you would like have a chat with Susan a little later to see if she can set you up a room inside. I think you've more than earned it. " It was no secret that a select few received better accommodations than others. It all boiled down to who was pulling the most weight around the group. " I'm glad and just remember it only gets better from here. Soon enough we're going to be living like Kings. "

Ah, the good old ledger and lockbox. Now Dutch was a little upset that no one had told Charles about the camp funds sooner. " Take a walk with me, my boy. " He stood and waved his hand for Charles to follow where he lead him inside the building and up the stairs to the room he was staying in. Off to the side, he presented the lockbox to Charles. " I'm sure you've been told that when you make a score if you had help on the job then everyone gets a cut. The cut that remains yours the camp then gets a cut to ensure we have food, medicine, and ammunition. All the things that we need to keep us going. The ledger keeps track of everything that's been spent from the funds. " Of course, not everything in the ledger was accurate these days but no one seemed any wiser to it. Not many had the nerve to question him about it even if they noticed something seemed a little off.

Charles admired how organized this group was. Dutch was a clear-thinking man. He knew how to get the job done. It said a lot about how ambitious he was, and Charles was thankful for being taken in. For much of his life, he never fit in anywhere. Everyone judged him simply of his color, and once they learned of his background, they wanted him to pick sides. Why couldn't he be both? He WAS both. Dutch valued him not as a mixed-race man, but simply as a man who could be of use to him.

His eyes settled upon the lockbox as he listened to Dutch's explanation about the honor system over the camp funds. It was easy enough to understand. If everyone pulled their weight, they would reach their end goal of wealth. In Charles' case, he simply wanted to stop running and worrying about having to look over his shoulder all the time. He wanted to stop sleeping with one eye open.

"Yes, sir, Arthur's informed me as much," Charles replied. They only spoke here and there, but so far, Arthur was a straightforward fellow - someone the folks admired and looked up to. Like Charles, Arthur did a lot of the physical labor. For some reason, nobody else seemed to take on those tasks, or rather, they didn't WANT to…

Charles was a natural survivor, with or without others. Ever since he was brought into the group, it gave him more of an incentive to fight much harder for not just his own sake, but for theirs as well. Being with Dutch gave him a sense of purpose, and he wouldn't let him down.

"Thank you again, Dutch, for everything," he said. "If you don't need me for anything else, I'll go find Miss Grimshaw for my accommodations."

Dutch felt it rather refreshing having this conversation with Charles. All he'd heard for days was questioning and doubting. The most shocking part was that it came from people he would never imagine doing so. The situation was highly irritating, to say the least. Arthur was right about one thing he said ─ things weren't like they used to be. This was the beginning of a new era, and Micah helped him see that. The way things worked before just didn't work now. Changes had to be made and things done differently. Nothing would be given to them for free except a long drop on a short rope. No, they had to take what they needed and by all means necessary.

Arthur, John, and Hosea were all stuck in the old days. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't drive home to them that the old way of doing things didn't work anymore. They carried on and on about innocent people but there was no such thing in this world. Micah helped him understand that. What happened to Heidi back in Blackwater was regrettable but necessary for them to escape. Micah gave him more insight in a few months than reading books for years could. Dutch viewed Micah as heaven sent and they were very fortunate to have him as a member of their team.

Dutch nodded his head. One thing he did not want was for Arthur to start putting all those crazy ideas inside Charles' head. " Arthur is the most proficient shooter we have at this camp; he never misses his target. I taught him everything I know, but he's unable to adjust to change. " It was unfortunate because Arthur had been like a son to him over the many long years they'd rode together.

He needed as many people on his side as possible. They couldn't be filled with doubt and they sure as shit couldn't be disloyal. It was because of him that they all were free and could live their lives in a way they never could before. All he wants in return is loyalty to the fullest and willingness to follow his orders without question. No reason for concern had been raised so far by Charles.

" Don't mention it, my boy. " Dutch remarked as he clasped his hand against Charles' shoulder. " When you've settled in and rested, take one of the boys with you and see if you can get Pearson something good for the stew pot. " With that, he gave Charles one last pat on the shoulder and headed back to his book.

[howredemptionwaswon]

“How am I supposed to tell Arthur, Abigail? I can’t be pregnant. Not like this. I’m going to be thirty-five before the year ends. That doctor can’t be right. Arthur don’t want an old maid for his child. It has to be a mistake.”

Abigail could barely believe her ears. How could Mary think for one single second that Arthur would be anything but HAPPY about the news they just learned? She could understand this kind of reaction if they had been talking about someone like John ─ well at least the way he used to be when the gang was still together.

She had been preparing for this conversation ever since Mary asked her to take a trip into Blackwater with her to see the doctor. At first, she thought something was wrong with Mary, but soon enough she let her in on the secret. Honestly, Abigail was over the moon happy about the news. There was NOTHING in the world quite like motherhood.

“ That ain’t even true. I don’t see a man who carried your pictures around for years bein’ anythin’ but happy. That man loves you with everything he is. “ She tried to reassure Mary. “ And I don’t think three different tests are all gonna be wrong. “ She couldn’t help but smirk a little about how Mary had insisted they redo the test so many times. “ Listen, you’re gonna be a great mother, and Arthur, well he’s gonna be a great father. I couldn’t tell you how many times he went out of his way to do things with Jack when John wouldn’t. I think it’s just a case of nerves makin’ you overreact. “

Abigail could understand though. While most women like herself gave birth at an earlier age that didn’t shake the UNEASY feeling she had. John was still young and unsure of what he wanted at the time. She knew for a fact that Arthur wouldn’t take off as John had. Plus Abigail would be there every step of the way to help Mary through it all.

Mary could only nod along to what Abigail said. It all made sense. Arthur would never leave her. After all, Mary left him. They’d been young and in love, and Mary didn’t believe they could co-exist with such different lives. He proved her wrong, and in the end, they found their way back together, and it was like they never stopped loving each other. The pieces were picked back up, and they eventually became husband and wife. They couldn’t be any happier, but neither expected anything like this to occur. Arthur’s only child was killed long before they met, and Mary’s baby brother was practically her son whom she raised since their mother died when their father became a drunken gambler who cared more for himself than his own family. They doted on Jack like any uncle and aunt would, but to have their own child was simply remarkable and unbelievable. It was like a dream. In fact, Mary fainted in the clinic upon hearing the news. Poor Abigail had her hands full of her that day.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Abigail,” Mary told her as she took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Out of everyone in Dutch’s gang, she always liked Abigail the best. At first, she was taken aback by her role as the gang’s former prostitute, but she found the woman to be quick-witted, smart, and friendly to talk to. She didn’t make Mary feel like an outcast like the other girls had. And ever since then, she felt closest to Abigail, the one she could confide in most, so it was no surprise that she asked her to accompany her to Blackwater.

As they made their way to the carriage, with her arm linked with Abigail’s, she said, “I’m nervous and happy. I shouldn’t care what other people are gonna think about me being a mother so late in life. I should only care about what Arthur thinks.”

But how to break the news to him? Over a nice dinner? Or just bluntly? Too bad she couldn’t ask Abigail’s advice on that, seeing as how Jack’s conception and birth was a messy situation. Poor Arthur having to be present for all that drama must’ve been a headache.

“Should we buy anything else from the general store besides what the doctor gave me?” Mary asked. “Or you think we’re good for now?”

Abigail guessed running around with a bunch of outlaws helped her develop a thicker skin. It wasn’t easy hearing all the little whispers that would float around about who Jack’s daddy was. Everyone had a part to play and she guessed being a prostitute was the hand she had been DEALT. Long before she even got pregnant with Jack those days had ended for her. Despite the whispers, she knew who Jack’s daddy was. One thing she learned being in that gang was either you learned how to stick up for yourself and not take anyone’s shit or you ended up the ass of everyone’s JOKES and WHISPERS. She stuck up for what she believed in and no one could fault her for that.

From the start Abigail always liked Mary. While she wasn’t like herself or any of the other ladies in the gang there was something about her that changed Arthur. Arthur wasn’t the same RUTHLESS CARELESS man when Mary had been part of his life. She made Arthur a better person and she wasn’t the only one who noticed that. She once overheard Dutch talking to Hosea about how he needed to talk with Mary’s father. Surprisingly it wasn’t long after that when Mary and Arthur started having troubles in their relationship. She knew it had been Dutch’s doing.

” What are friends for? “ Abigail smiled reaching over to place her other hand over Mary’s. ” I think I’m as excited about this as you are. “ She would laugh because it was well past time for Arthur and Mary to have a family of their own.

” See there, you’re learning already. Arthur and that baby are the only things you should be worried about. If someone’s got a problem with you having a baby then that’s on them. They ain’t the one having it so it’s no business of theirs. “ Oh, Abigail would LOVE to hear someone say something ill about it in her presence. She would bet they wouldn’t be doing it a second time.

Once they reached the carriage she helped Mary step up and then she followed suit behind her. ” I think we’re good for now. He gave you what he believes you need. If he wants to add anything to it he will on our next visit to him. “ Abigail knew a few TRIPS and TRICKS of her own since she had gone through this with Jack. She knew all the best tea blends for cramping and cravings. ” That reminds me, have you had any weird cravings yet? “

Abigail took the reins and gave them a crack setting the horses to take them home. ” Have you thought about how you’re gonna tell him? “ She asked once they made it out of Blackwater and were on the trail headed to their ranch. ” I used the straightforward method with John and we know how that turned out but John was a different person back then. I won’t lie, a part of me would like to be there to see Arthur’s reaction but I’ll just have to wait for you to give me the details in full. “

Mary carefully set the rifle across her lap as they rode along the trail home. Arthur taught her how to shoot, and while she wasn’t fond of using firearms, she knew it was important to protect herself and her loved ones. Fortunately, they didn’t live too far from Blackwater.

“Straight-forward will be best,” Mary decided. “I don’t like keeping secrets from Arthur. Seeing as how things didn’t turn out well with Dutch and all of them, with those secrets being kept, I don’t want to let this news linger for long. As soon as I see him, even if he’s busy, I wanna tell him.”

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. Even when she remembered the doctor telling her of the high risks of being an older mother, it didn’t matter. Arthur had been a young father and lost Isaac and his son’s mother, Eliza. Given the circumstances, it was tough. The only worries Mary had were her age and her body. She had to do everything she could not to stress out so much. She had to be strong, for her sake and most importantly for the baby.

“I want all of you to be present if possible,” Mary informed Abigail. “Even if it’s just Arthur and you, I couldn’t be happier.”

Then she remembered Abigail’s earlier question about the strange cravings. “Hmmm… so far, I’ve been wanting chocolates, boiled eggs, and tuna fish. Just out of the blue. Does that sound strange…?”

Beecher’s Hope stirred with activity. John Marston was loading the last of the milk jugs onto the wagon. Jack was in his room reading “The Wonderful Wizard of OZ” by L. Frank Baum. Rufus ran up behind John and barked up a storm.

“What is it, boy?” John asked the family hound.

Gazing into the distance, another wagon rolled onto the property, being driven by a familiar blonde rancher.

“Miss MacFarlane,” John greeted the young woman who lived on her family’s ranch in Hennigan’s Stead. Once she was close enough, he asked her, “What do I owe the pleasure?”

“And how many times do I gotta tell you to call me ‘Bonnie?’” she scowled teasingly, a bright smile visible on her face every time she saw John. It was no secret that while she pretended to chastise him here and there, she had a bit of a crush on him.

Pulling up alongside his wagon, she parked next to him and hopped down from her seat. “We have extra grains and decided to donate some to you and your family. Old Farmer’s Almanac said it’ll be a brutal winter this year, so you might as well stock up while the weather’s still in our favor.”

John couldn’t believe it. He was quite grateful for this donation, and while his family wasn’t struggling, they could always save provisions. “Miss MacFarlane, I can’t thank you enough. Lemme get some extra hands to help us unload. Uncle! Hey, Uncle!”

He went in search of the old man, and it didn’t take him long to find the old bastard drunk and passed out under a tree.

“That son of a bitch,” John muttered under his breath. “No good and useless as always. What else should I have expected.”

While Abigail wasn’t actively holding a gun in hand, she had a revolver at her side. She HATED that thing and knew how much trouble the guys got into swinging those things around. John however insisted she carry the DREADED THING with her anytime she was away from the ranch. He even took her out several times teaching her how to aim it behind the ranch. Admittedly, she got pretty good at popping cans off the fence line.

“ I know that business with Dutch wasn’t easy for Arthur or John. He was like a father to them. Much like how Hosea was like mine. But you’re right, keeping secrets ain’t a good thing ─ even if it’s a good kind of secret. ” This was the kind of news she knew Arthur would have wanted to share with Dutch and Hosea but that simply couldn’t happen now. God rest his soul, Abigail missed Hosea something terrible.

“ Not far now. ” Abigail nodded in front of them, knowing they only had a few more turns before heading down the stretch of road leading down to the farm. Reaching up with one hand she wrapped her scarf a little more around her neck. Seemed like each day was getting a little colder than the last. She’s heard the talk about how this winter wasn’t supposed to be good. She believed it because she could feel it in the air.

Abigail couldn’t stop smiling. She was FLATTERED that Mary would want her and John to be present when she delivered this news to Arthur. “ Alright. Shouldn’t be too hard getting them together. If you wanna do it soon you see him then get ready cause we’re making the turn now. ” They were making the turn under the fenced archway. “ Those boys are always out and about doing something. ”

Abigail laughed. “ Doesn’t sound strange at all. When I was pregnant with Jack all I wanted to eat was chocolate and peaches. I got some good tea recipes to help calm the craving so they ain’t so bad. ”

Up in the distance, she could see a strange wagon pulled up to the farm. “ Wonder who that is? ” Abigail remarked giving the horse another crack from the reins.

Arthur was busing himself with cleaning the horse barn when he heard Rufus barking. The familiar sound of wagon wheels beating against the ground made him believe the ladies had made it back from their trip into town. Despite the slight chill in the air, he was dirty and sweaty from the work he had been doing. Shoveling horse shit wasn’t the GREATEST chore but it had to be done.

Pushing the wheel barrel out of the way and then placing the pitchfork up against the wall he stepped outside the bar and down toward the house. His eyes would narrow a bit not recognizing the wagon. He did however recognize the BLONDE who stepped away from it. Bonnie MacFarlane, boy was this going to be interesting if Abigail made it back soon.

Arthur only shook his head when John began bellowing for Uncle. That boy was never gonna learn that the old man was never going to be found when there was work to be done.

After everything that happened back with the gang Arthur would be the first person to come down hard on anyone not pulling their weight but for some ungodly known reason, he always seemed to let it slip with Uncle. Perhaps it was because of his age. Or maybe it was because SOMETIMES the old man did come in handy.

“ Marston, stop bitchin’ at him. You know it ain’t gonna change nothin’. What are you bellowin’ about anyway? ” Arthur asked as he began heading back down to where Bonnie was waiting for them. The close they seemed to get the bigger Bonnie’s smile seemed to grow.

Boy oh boy, Arthur thought as he shook his head. “ Good day to ya, Miss MacFarlane. How’s the Ranch been treatin’ ya? ” Arthur glanced over at the wagon seeing the bags of grain loaded in the back.

“Howdy, Mr. Marston!” Bonnie greeted. “Daddy gives his regards for not stopping by, but he says he looks forward to seeing you again at the ranch for another round or two of poker. He says he’s developed a new strategy to clean your pockets good this time.”

Around the same time, Abigail and Mary’s wagon arrived from the opposing end of the ranch. Rufus barked and ran over to greet them. Uncle grumbled and rolled onto his side just as they passed the tree he was beneath.

“Ladies, ladies,” he complained as he finally came about to consciousness. “Was tryin’ to sleep.”

John went over and kicked his shins. He didn’t care what Arthur said. “Get up!” he snapped. “Quit lyin’ around and be of use for once.”

Mary narrowed her eyes as she realized who the new arrival was. “It’s Miss Bonnie MacFarlane.”

Bonnie, taking note of Abigail being the driver of the other wagon, offered her a polite nod, and one to Mary as well. “Hello, ladies! Just here to give your families some extra supplies our ranch had on stock. Can’t be selfish, especially with winter lookin’ to be real nasty and all. Us neighbors gotta look out for one another and all.”

Jack emerged from the house, having heard all the commotion, and approached everyone. “Hi, Ma! Hi, Aunt Mary! Welcome back! Hey, Uncle Arthur! … Oh! Hi, Miss MacFarlane!”

John came back with Uncle and was relieved to see his son. The last thing he wanted was both Arthur and Abigail getting on his case about Miss MacFarlane. Time for a distraction. “Son, go help Uncle and Miss MacFarlane put the new supplies in the barn.”

Uncle groaned. “But I’m feelin’ my lumbago kickin’ up a fuss again, John.”

Jack happily offered, “Uncle, we can make a game out of this!”

“Ohhh, the only game I play is the one involving money,” was Uncle’s huffed and annoyed response.

Bonnie tried to hide her disappointment, as she ducked her head and headed back to her wagon. She climbed back onto it, where she assisted Jack to the seat next to her, while Uncle reluctantly led the way to the barn.

“Well,” Mary replied awkwardly once their wagon stopped, and she carefully climbed down from her seat. “That was… interesting… Now’s as good a time as any to tell Arthur, don’t you think, Abigail?”

Arthur wanted to crack a joke about what Bonnie said about her father but he thought better of it since all the ladies were present. He could already tell by the look on Abigail’s face that she was none too happy to see Bonnie.

As POLITELY as she could Abigail returned the nod. “ That’s mighty kind of you. Not many people are that generous without having other motives in mind. ” And for Abigail, that was being EXTREMELY polite. She had seen the way Bonnie just lit up like a bulb whenever she was around John.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust John because she did. It was the blonde female she didn’t EXACTLY trust. What decent woman doted over a married man? It just wasn’t right in Abigail’s book. “ I’d say looking out for one another is a good idea. ” She quickly added. The whole bit of her Daddy wanting to play poker with John made her feel like John was spending ENTIRELY too much time at that Ranch.

“ Old man all you do is sleep. ” Her head turned when she heard Jack calling out to them. “ Your FATHER is right Jack honey. See if you can’t help get those supplies into the barn. ” All the while Abigail didn’t look at John. She was fuming and knew John and everyone else could see it. Her attention now turns to Uncle. “ Old man you better help or so help me you won’t be eating tonight and you’ll be sharing the barn. ”

She watched as Bonnie climbed on her wagon looking so UPSET that John wasn’t coming along with them. Lord god if there was one up above she prayed he gave her STRENGTH to bite her tongue and not ruin this moment for Arthur and Mary.

Abigail removed herself from the wagon after Mary. instead of walking over to where John was standing, she stood closer to Mary and near the back of the wagon. “ I think it’s a good time. Needs something to brighten the mood around here. ”

If looks could kill both Bonnie and John would fall over dead. Abigail was blazing mad. He’s seen that look in her eye numerous times before. Arthur also knew when she had that look to steer clear of her. He felt a little bad for John but at the same time, he could only IMAGINE the rage he’d feel if he saw someone opening crushing on Mary. He’d lose his damn mind.

Making his way around to where the ladies stood Arthur crossed his arms looking a little confused. “ Tell Arthur what exactly? ” A brow lifted now wondering what those two had gotten into while they were in town.

John realized that Bonnie was looking at Arthur and probably meant to say “Howdy, Mr. Morgan,” she instead said “Mr. Marston.” Christ help him. He needed to talk to her and be blunt about where their relationship stood. He was lovingly and happily married to Abigail. The two of them went through so much together that there couldn’t be, and wouldn’t be, anybody else he’d rather be with than her. Bonnie was a hardworking girl who’d find a decent man one day, but it wouldn’t be him. Never in a million years. He’d have to make it up to Abigail. While he loved her spitfire, he didn’t want her fuming for days on end. While she was in this mood, he wouldn’t put it past her to really put rat poison in his dinner.

Mary bit her lower lip, and offered Abigail one last look, before approaching Arthur. He smelled of sweat and barn animals, but she didn’t mind. It was all part of the job. Hard work suited him. Living on a ranch wasn’t easy, but she enjoyed every moment of it. She loved it, as she loved this man before her. She wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

Standing in front of him, she placed her hands over his. Her nerves were shot, but she somehow maintained some composure. She peered into his eyes and stated, “Went to the doctor’s today because I hadn’t been feeling well. Turns out…”

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

“I’m with child, Arthur. We’re going to have a baby!”

She smiled and even squeezed his hands with emphasis. To think she was terrified in the beginning, but the more she talked about it, the more thrilled she was to become a mother.

Despite being called Mr. Marston Arthur knew Bonnie was talking to him. He was the one who had been playing poker with her father. Arthur had been in the process of talking to him about finding a good place where he could buy or rustle up some chickens for their own Ranch. He should probably tell Abigail that it wasn’t John that was hanging out at the MacFarlane Ranch but he’d let John SWEAT a little before he offered up that information. Hell, after that slip of the tongue from Bonnie he wasn’t even sure his fessing up that information would even HELP matters. Arthur was pretty sure that one way or another John would find a way to make it all up to Abigail.

Abigail gave Mary a smile when she looked at her and nodded her head. She PROMISED she would be there and she wasn’t moving until the news was delivered and received. Under better circumstances, she would be at John’s side right now with her arm wrapped around his ready to celebrate this news.

Arthur’s head would slightly tilt to the side when Mary took his hand into hers. What had gotten into her? She was acting a little STRANGE and it was starting to worry him, even more so when she said she had gone to the doctor because she wasn’t feeling well.

He let out a deep breath, one that expelled his ENTIRE lung capacity in one breath. He didn’t move a muscle because he was replaying those words in the back of his head. It almost felt like the wind had been knocked right out of him but not exactly in a bad way. The news had taken him by surprise. It wasn’t like the two of them hadn’t been together before and both of them were younger back then and nothing ever came from it. Maybe he had thought after Isaac’s death that he wouldn’t be blessed with another because he had failed his son.

He took a step back, speechless as he looked Mary in the eyes. She was the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on from the day they first met and from that day forward. Their relationship blossomed faster than a field of wildflowers. They had their bumps in the road but they found each other despite the odds against them and made things work this time. He truly loved this woman, and something about this news made his heart SOAR.

He wouldn’t admit it but he was sure she could see his eyes getting a little glossy. “ A baby ─ are you sure? ” He found himself having to ask once more to make sure he had heard her right.

After giving her hands a squeeze he pulled her in close to him. His lips found hers in a way to reassure her that this was the happiest news he had heard in some time. He was going to be a father and he couldn’t be happier about that. This is how their life should have been all along.

Once he broke away from the kiss he looked to Abigail and then to John and shouted as loud as he could, so loud he was sure Uncle, Jack, and Bonnie could hear in the barn. “ I’M GOING TO BE A DAD! ”

Mary wasn’t sure if she could contain her delight. Her spirits soared high. “Doctor performed three tests to be sure, Arthur. It’s true.”

She was then pulled against her husband’s broad chest, and they shared a kiss. She hugged him tight as joy engulfed her. This was a dream come true for them both. Yes, they were up there in age, but they didn’t care. They shouldn’t. This was what they wanted, and so what if this milestone came later in life? They had no more worries, no more dangers. They had a home, they had family and friends. Likewise, they were settled and safe. For them, this was the best time to start a family. If not now, it would be never.

When Arthur broke the kiss, Mary couldn’t help but cover her mouth with her hands and laugh with joy. His reaction was priceless. She loved every moment of this. She wished there was one of those fancy motion picture men around to capture this on film.

Not wanting to test his luck with Abigail just yet (but absolutely wanting to make things up to her as soon as possible), John decided to give his support to Arthur and Mary. First, to his brother from another mother, he threw his arms around Arthur and gave him a hearty hug.

“Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving guy,” he told him, meaning every word. “You and Mary will make a fine family, and we’re gonna help you every step of the way.”

After patting him on his back, he went over to Mary and hugged her as well, along with a polite kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations, and don’t you worry about nothin’,” he promised her. “We’ll take real good care of you and the baby, Mary. Real happy for you.”

Over by the barn, Jack stood up when he heard Arthur yell. He dropped the sack he’d been carrying and turned to Bonnie. “Did you hear that, Miss MacFarlane?”

Bonnie nodded as she stepped down from the wagon. “Sure as the sun would rise in the morning, Jack. Looks like you’re gonna be a cousin in nine months! Let’s go congratulate the happy couple!”

“Least we’ll know who the papa is,” Uncle commented, remembering the mess that came out of Abigail’s pregnancy. Then, remembering Jack was present, he shooed the boy out of the barn ahead of him before he could ask questions. Bonnie just gave the old man a strange look, shrugged her shoulders, and followed the boy out.

So many thoughts were swimming through the back of Arthur’s mind. For a moment he thought he might have to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t DREAMING all of this. For years he wallowed in his misery thinking Mary had left him for good and that he’d NEVER find that kind of happiness again, not like he had with her. Now here they were about to bring a new life into the world. Life was good.

Mary always had this radiant glow to her but right now she GLOWED in a way he had never seen before. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her, spin her around and then just dance all around the ranch with her. How he would love to freeze this moment in time with another one of those pictures so he would NEVER forget the look on her face right now.

Before he could even think about his next act John was embracing him in a hug. Arthur pat him on the back and gave him a nod when he pulled away. “ Thank you, brother. Gonna need all the help I can’t get. This is going to be all new to me. ” Arthur wasn’t there when Isaac was born. Yet another thing he could THANK Dutch for.

When John went to hug Arthur Abigail seized her moment. She put her arm around Mary and pulled her close against her arm. “ I know I done told ya all this before but I’m so happy for the two of you. Just like I told ya you had nothing to worry about. ” Abigail grinned.

When John started heading Mary’s way Abigail pulled away and made her way over to Arthur where she gave him a tight hug and kissed him against his cheek. “ Always told ya you were a good and deserving man, Arthur Morgan. You keep her happy, ya hear me? ”

“ Got no worries there, Abigail. Gonna do my damnedest in that department. ” Arthur commented back.

Just for a moment, Abigail forgot about their visitor. She was so happy that she just wanted to hug her husband. With her head slightly dipped she started making her way over to John.

“ Aunt Mary, Miss MacFarlane wants to congratulate you and Uncle Arthur! ” Jack could be heard shouting in the distance.

Suddenly Abigail was reminded and her face soured once more, just short of reaching John. She couldn’t handle SEEING that woman again and not going off the handle on her. “ Excuse me, I’m going to go start dinner and hunt down the rat poison. ” Abigail brushed past John and headed straight up to the house where she slammed the door closed behind her.

John’s shoulders slumped and he sighed. “Goddammit to hell,” he uttered. He couldn’t let this fester for long, and he was instantly on Abigail’s trail, following her into the house.

Before Bonnie could even call out to John, yet another wagon pulled up to the house at an alarming speed. Amos, one of Drew’s ranchers, was driving the wagon. “Miss MacFarlane!” he shouted. “We need you back on the farm! Got problems with the horses and the corral!”

Bonnie scowled. “Not again! I swear, nothing can get down when I’m not there!”

The blonde made her apologies before she told Amos she’d meet him back at the ranch. After bidding everyone goodbye and even thanking the Morgans once more, she quickly helped unload the rest of the grains, climbed back on her wagon, then made haste back to the MacFarlane homestead.

Once the dust settled, Mary couldn’t help but rub her temple. “That was… chaotic,” she couldn’t help but admit, and it was followed by a quiet laugh. “I suppose it added to the excitement of our baby announcement. I do feel a little tired, though, Arthur. I’m going to need to sit down for a bit.”

Inside the house, John caught up with Abigail. He stood before her and cut her off in her path.

“Stop, will ya? Why you gotta let Bonnie get to you like that, huh? Every time she comes around, you get riled up. What do you want me to do? Cuss her out? Shoot her?!”

Bringing a hand up, he caressed the side of her face. “Darlin’, there ain’t no other woman who could make me happy like you, and you know that. I love you.”

Awkward indeed but Arthur was more than used to John and Abigail having moments like these. He was sure that somehow John would make it up to her. That boy always seemed to find a way to get himself out of the DOG HOUSE with Abigail.

Arthur was sure to make sure Mary was clear out of the way when another wagon came barreling into the farm, kicking dust in its wake. In a way a made him feel a bit UNCOMFORTABLE. Normally when folks drove like that someone was hot on their tail and not in a good way. A hand rose to block the sun from his eyes and that’s when the man became recognized by him. Amos, he had seen him on the MacFarlane ranch many times.

Side by side with Mary he listened as the exchange was made. Taking about an evening filled with the unexpected. After Bonnie gave her apologies he nodded his head. “ No need for that. You got a ranch to tend to. Thanks again for the supplies, hope everything works out for you. ”

“ Can’t say that I miss that kind of chaos. ” Arthur was quick to agree with his wife. “ Have to disagree on that one. Don’t think anythin’ could be more excitin’ than that news. ” He would grin but would become a little more serious when she made mention of needing to sit down. “ Say no more. ” And with that Arthur placed an arm against her back and used the other to scoop up her legs to carry her bridal style. Up to the house he carried her until they were at the front deck where he sat her down in one of the chairs. Thankfully the houses were far enough apart that they couldn’t hear the yelling coming from John and Abigail.

“ Mrs. Mary Morgan I didn’t think you could find a way to make me anymore happier than I already am. ”

" Get outta my way, John. ” Abigail stopped in her tracks when John quickly cut her off.

“ Of course, I get riled up. I won’t stand for some woman comin’ to our home crushin’ all over my husband, John Marston. ” Her arms quickly snapped up to fold against her chest. “ You’re a married man and she knows it and it doesn’t stop her from tryin’ to flaunt around here tryin’ to get your attention and in front of your wife of all people. She doesn’t even try to hide it. Women like that ain’t decent, John. ” Reaching out she slugged John in the shoulder. “ Of course, I don’t want you to shoot her you big silly man. What you can do is set her straight John. Tell her can’t be no more of that behavior around here or anywhere else. If you don’t it’s only gonna encourage her. ”

She took a deep breath and exhaled after he said he loved her. It was UNFAIR when he used that method to try and make her less angry. “ Love you too John but it doesn’t change my mind none. Cause next time I’ll tell her myself. ” Stepping forward she rested her head up against John’s shoulder.

Mary held onto her husband tight as she was swept off her feet and carried back home. It brought back wonderful memories of her wedding day with Arthur. Best day of her life, really. It was everything she could ever dream about. The only person missing on the day was her mother, and as she sat on the chair beside her husband, and recovered from her dizzy spell, the harsh reality set in once more. Reaching for Arthur’s hand, she gave it a firm squeeze and didn’t let go.

“I’m so happy too, Arthur,” she told him, but her smile faltered just a bit. “I only wish Mama was here. I wished she was here for our wedding day, and I wish she was here for our baby.”

There was no shortage of support when it came to love, no question about it, but she had to take her mother’s place when it came to taking care of Jamie. She filled the void by raising the household while her daddy wasted away doing whatever he wanted, not caring about anyone but himself. She didn’t have that many years to have that motherly figure for herself. When Jamie was little, she more or less had to figure it out on her own.

“I’m fine,” she told him. “Thank you, Arthur. You know, you’re going to be the best father to our child. From what I heard from Abigail about how you took care of Jack, I already know how you’ll treat our baby.”

Her line of sight fell to their hands, and she couldn’t help but have her thumb rub small circles upon the surface of his skin. “After all, we have been quite… busy at night lately… I didn’t think… that is… I wasn’t thinking this… would happen…”

Her face grew warm as she vividly recalled how wild their bedroom activities had become. The things Arthur did to her - she was surprised the whole countryside hadn’t heard her scream!

John chuckled over Abigail’s statement. He knew she’d go through with it, too. There was no stopping her once she set her mind to something. His arms now wrapped around her slender frame, and he held her against him in a warm embrace.

“Sorry for makin’ you mad,” he murmured into her ear. “An’ I’m sorry for not bein’ there for you when you needed me the most.”

He thought back to those years when he ran away from his responsibilities of being a father to Jack. He’d been in deep denial, and he didn’t care what anybody said about him. The look of sheer anger and disappointment in Arthur’s eyes haunted him, yet he didn’t stop. He simply took off and didn’t look back. For an entire year, he went no contact and abandoned the gang. It was a miracle he was accepted back when he returned, and even then, he didn’t exactly accept his role as a father with open arms. No matter what he’d been doing for Dutch, Abigail remained with Jack: caring for him, raising him, as any loving parent should. There was a lot of growing up on his part, and a lot of questions when it came to Dutch. Thanks to Arthur, John’s eyes were opened, and he was able to become more of a more decent man.

John pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against Abigail’s, where he peered into her eyes. “Thanks for givin’ this stupid cowpoke another chance for bein’ decent. I promise you, that you can go wild on anyone who tries to make passes at me in front of you, deal?”

Arthur leaned forward in his chair and held to her hand. He knew his wife well enough to know when something was TROUBLING her and this was one of those moments. He didn’t always have the right answers but he always tried his DAMNEDEST to ease any troubles she had in whatever way he could.

It wasn’t until she mentioned her mother that Arthur stopped to think of his mother and father along with Dutch. He could understand that kind of emotion even though he didn’t quite have the same relationship with his mother and father as Mary had with hers. “ I know you do. ”

At a very early age, he watched his mother die of sickness. It’s a memory that would FOREVER be branded into the back of his mind. Child or not, something like that NEVER goes away. Then at the age of eleven, he witnessed the hanging of his father who had been arrested for larceny. For three long years, he roamed the streets alone until Dutch and Hosea found him. Both men were father figures to him. He watched one gunned down in Valentine in cold blood and the other… he couldn’t even bring himself to think about how Dutch had betrayed him.

“ I know things haven’t always worked out the best for us, but I promise that baby, boy or girl is gonna have both a mother and father. I can also promise that I’m not goin’ to make the same mistakes they did. We’ve faced the odds and beat them. ” Arthur was sure Mary knew that if it was within his power to have her mother here she would be.

But the SERIOUS moment seemed to break when she brought up their late-night activities in the bedroom. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. Being back with the woman that stole his heart after so long, well he just couldn’t help but get a little wild with her. “ Got to admit at the time of those activities a baby was the last thing on my mind. ” His eyes couldn’t help but dart over her form remembering how downright SEXY she looked each time she come undone for him. A cough would escape him as he tried to clear his mind of those thoughts for now.

“ How about we get you inside so you can rest a bit? I’m sure I could handle dinner tonight. ”

If there was one thing everyone knew about Abigail it was that once her mind was made up about something there was no telling her no. Through hell or high water, she would do WHATEVER she put her mind to. That was even more so the case when it came to John and Jack. She was FIERCELY PROTECTIVE of them both. Through blood sweat and tears she made her family work and she would be damned if some little daydreamer thought she was going to take that away from her.

“ John, it wasn’t you who made me mad. Okay, maybe a little because you should have said something to her but it was mostly her. ” Abigail admitted. Yeah, she started taking that anger out on him but that’s only because she LOVED the fool. Then she shook her head in a fashion as if she didn’t want him speaking of those times. “ That’s in the past. We promised to leave it there. ”

John didn’t have to say a word for her to know how much he beat himself up over his past actions. They were both younger back then and either one of them was planning on Jack but it had happened. Much like the news had just come for Mary and Arthur. John had to fight through his DEMONS and as painful as it had been at the time for Abigail she understood he needed that time. Things weren’t great when he finally came but the thing was he did come back and that meant something. Everything that happened was just another stepping stone that got them to the place they were standing now. It’s not something she would trade for anything. As silly and foolish as he could be at times he was her silly fool and she loved him with all her heart.

As their heads rested together she reached up and placed her palm against the side of his face. “ Thank you for comin’ back to us. But just so you know, I don’t need your permission for that. That Bonnie MacFarlane would have felt my full wrath had I not wanted to ruin Arthur and Mary’s moment. ” Her eyes caught with his almost DARINGLY before she leaned forward and kissed his lips. The kiss was soft and gentle. She could taste the mixture of whiskey and coffee on his lips and it made her long for more but she had to be mindful of Jack and remember that he could come barging through the doors at any time.

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Welcome to How Redemption was Won, a blog showcasing stories written by myself and Sonya! These stories feature ships involving various characters from the Red Dead Redemption franchise. Given that the game itself is rated M, these stories will also be of such nature (adult content, violence, blood, etc.), therefore, you've been warned.

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