Arthur scrambled back, putting some distance between him and Downes. His breathing was rapid, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that he was in Valentine. On the ground, Tommy's face was a bloody mess, with Mr. Downes trying his best to stay between the two of them.

"You won the fight already, surely that's enough?" Downes continued, but Arthur was turning and running.

"Arthur? Are you OK?" Charles shouted after him, but Arthur couldn't seem to hear or see properly just yet, and soon found himself in an alley. He leaned into a barrel while catching his breath, and the muttering crowd on the main street dispersed.

"You hurt, mi amigo?" Javier and Charles followed him down the alley. Arthur simply waved them off, still gasping.

"I'll be alright, just give me a minute," he said.

"Arthur!" It was Dutch's voice. "Picking fights so soon?"

Dutch had brought Josiah Trelawny, and news of Sean.

Sean. One moment, standing next to them in Rhodes. The next, on the ground with a bullet hole in his skull.

Charles left to scout Blackwater, Javier went with Josiah. In a few days, if Arthur remembered rightly, he would receive word that he needed to join them to catch the bounty hunters in the act of moving Sean. So he had a little time.

As he wandered down the street, he caught Mr. Downes eyeing him from his charity booth on the corner. An idea forming in his mind, he approached.

"Sorry, about earlier," he began.

Mr. Downes huffed. "Did you really have to beat him into the ground?"

"I was… uh… well, remembering a different fight," Arthur admitted. "Thank you, for stopping me."

"Oh," Mr. Downes paused, "you're welcome."

"Let me give you something, to say thanks," Arthur said, reaching into his satchel for his money. There wasn't much, but considering he knew about some jobs in advance, he could afford to spend a little now. He had no idea if Herr Strauss had already approached the family and offered a loan, but maybe this would allow the family to pay off whatever they owed if it already happened.

"No, no that isn't necessary."

"No, cm'on, take it!"

Eventually, Thomas Downes relented, and took the offered bills, and Arthur wandered back to camp. One problem solved, he hoped.

The next morning, Hosea was up early, itching to get out of camp. He told tale of the one thousand pound bear, one which had nearly eaten them both on the first round. But its skin had fetched a pretty good price, and he had enjoyed his trip with Hosea. So they rode into town, Arthur sold the black brute of a shire, but didn't buy a new horse. He would stick with the Tennessee Walker for now.

"You seem to be getting along better with John nowadays," Hosea said.

Arthur had been trying a little harder to be nice to John this time around. Considering all he sacrificed for him at the end and how much John had tried to be a father, he had forgotten that at this time, he had been rather cold towards his brother.

"Yeah, I guess I finally forgave him."

"So how do you like the new camp?" Hosea asked.

"Pretty good," Arthur said. "I hope we stick around for a bit."

"But not too long. I want to head back west, and I'm sure you do, too."

This time, when they laid the bait, Arthur kept Hosea from going to check it. The bait did work as intended, after all, and he decided to spare the both of them the pure terror of a hungry bear charging towards them. The monster did still make a run for it, even after Arthur and Hosea landed some shots, but it didn't take long to track and skin it.

After they departed, Arthur picked up the bounty on Benedict Allbright and went to fetch his horse. He hogtied the man immediately, deciding the trip down the river was not what either of them needed, and collected the money. With the matter settled, Arthur rode off into the woods and out of sight.

"Hello, girl," he said to Dakota. The huge dappled gray mare was still a little skittish around him, but he knew exactly how to calm her down. He switched Allbright's tack for his own, and headed home.

"Mrs. Adler," he called awkwardly to Sadie, but he knew they weren't friends just yet. Her eyes were still sad and grieving, and not the wild, revenge driven stare he had come to know and respect. "If you are needing a horse at all, I recently came across one more to my liking. You can take the brown and white one."

"Thank you, Mr. Morgan," she said. Sadie wasn't ready yet, but when she was, Arthur would be there to ride at her side.

Miss Grimshaw mentioned Reverend Swanson again, and Arthur retrieved the drunk man without playing a round of cards, keeping him from wandering onto the bridge.

He rescued Sean with Charles and Javier. The kid was exactly what he remembered: loud and confident. "Can I get a hug, Arthur?" he said, and this time Arthur obliged, hugging him for a little longer than Sean was probably expecting.

He went with Kieran to Six Point Cabin. It was too bad that Colm wouldn't be there. Kieran saved his life, and asked to stay with the rest of the Van der Linde gang. He would treat Kieran better this time, protect him this time.

He ran into a few people from before. Albert Mason, the photographer that seemed determined to get himself eaten. Theodore Levin, who really wanted to publish a book about the "great" gunslinger Jim Calloway. Deborah MacGuiness, the paleo-whatever-it-was-called who was looking for bones.

And slowly, Arthur settled back into the life he remembered so well, and so fondly. Sure, he was still wary of Dutch, constantly observing the ways he interacted with the rest of the gang to catch a glimpse of what he had become. But Dutch seemed to have relaxed since they arrived at Horseshoe Overlook, and maybe, Arthur could keep him that way.

According to his journal, he had a few days before anything major would occur, mainly Lenny returning with news of Micah's arrest. He still hadn't decided what to do about that. If he could find a way, he could get Micah without letting him shoot up the entire town. Perhaps he could visit the family and collect Micah's guns first, though he couldn't guarantee that Micah wouldn't decide to seek revenge anyways.

The other option, was of course, to just let Micah die.

Arthur was riding Dakota through the East Grizzlies, knowing the territory of a wolf whose pelt had earned him a good amount of money. He realized that he was near the Wapiti Reservation. The letter to Cornwall sat heavy in his satchel, and he could deliver the warning. Introducing himself to Rains Fall earlier this time could prove helpful for both of them. The Chief had shared good wisdom in his final days, and his son had saved Arthur's life at the cost of his own. Arthur was determined to do everything he could to keep Eagle Flies away from Dutch.

He wasn't known at the reservation yet, and his arrival was met with much apprehension. "I'm… uh… I'm here to speak with Chief Rains Fall," Arthur said. He was directed to the familiar tent.

"Hello?" he called as he entered. Rains Fall raised his eyes to meet Arthur's, and what struck Arthur the most was the peace that those eyes held. Later, after months of fighting with the U.S. Government, a weariness had begun to show, and finally grief when Arthur rode back with his dying son.

"I saw you on the wagon trail," Rains Fall said. "Why have you come here now?"

"I found out some news about the reservation, and, well, I thought you should be warned." He pulled the letter out and passed it to the Chief. "I got it from… uh… it doesn't matter how I got it, but Cornwall is making a move for this land."

Rains Fall scanned the letter, then look at Arthur. Studied him. "If I may ask, Mr…"

"Arthur Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, why did you bring us this?"

There were many reasons, of course. "I just needed you to know."

"It seems as if you know us, yet we are only meeting now."

Had there been others in the tent, Arthur would have never said anything. But they were alone, and after weeks of keeping the secret bottled up, Arthur found himself spilling everything. "Because I have met you," he said. "We met in Saint Denis, a few months from now, because you were friends with a man I met at a party. Evelyn Miller, I think his name was. My friends and I, well, we aren't good folk, but we were worse then. Dutch, he's our leader but to me, then, he was like a father. But, Dutch had changed, and he convinced your son to stir up trouble with the army but he was just using Eagle Flies!

"Look," he continued, "a lot of people died. Friends died, your son died, and I died. Except when I died, I woke up before any of it had happened." Arthur hadn't meant to burden Rains Fall with the idea that his son had died, could still die, but once he started talking, he couldn't bring himself to stop, tears rolling from his eyes before he even realized.

"You've seen the future?"

"Seen it, lived it. Really don't want to live it again."

The tent fell into uncomfortable silence, as Arthur brought his breathing back to normal and Rains Fall absorbed everything that had been said. "Thank you, Mr. Morgan," he finally said. "I will take this warning and consider how to proceed. There are friends of ours in the city. Maybe starting now will help prevent what you have seen." Arthur took that as his cue to leave and stood, but then he heard, "But I must know. How did my son die?"

Arthur swallowed, turning back. "He saved my life. When I was in trouble and Dutch left, Eagle Flies saved me and got hurt."

Rains Fall just nodded. Arthur slipped outside and mounted Dakota. Again, he had no way of knowing if he had helped or not, but just keeping Eagle Flies away from Dutch could save his life. If possible, he would return to check back, see if there was any more he could do. But for now, he had to return to camp.

One night of rest, some hunting for Mr. Pearson, and Lenny was riding into camp. Shouting about Micah. Scared out of his mind.

"Just one drink," Arthur said, fully intending to keep to that this time.

They Woke up in Jail