THE SMALL FAMILY WERE RESTING on a rocky cliff, overlooking the vast mountains of the Plains. Belle was sprawled out on a large rock, with Josiah sat next to her reading the paper, her head resting peacefully on Josiah's lap. Billy, Charley, Steve and Dick were scattered around, listening to the reading, Chevez had wandered off a while ago in search for more food.

"Advice from Lincoln says the young lad of lightning rapidity, iron nerve and marvellous skill apparently single-handedly, took down Morton and Baker of the Murphy-Dolan faction including a miraculous shot of fifty yards. There's a picture here. It says 'Billy the Kid' but it ain't Billy," Josiah showed the group the paper.

Belle raised her head and furrowed her brows, seeing the picture, in fact, Dick, and not Billy. Dick got up from his spot at the hand-made stove, grabbing the paper from Josiah, declaring that the newspapers are never right.

"Advice from sources says that 'the Kid', a left-hander, is tall, handsome and unequalled in the elements that appeal to the holier emotions," Josiah read out before laughing. "Jesus Christ! This country needs a hero!" 

Sitting up, Belle took the paper out of Josiah's hand, continuing where he left off, just as Dick walked off to stand near to nearby trees. "However, Murphy of Lincoln has hired none other than John Kinney and his Dona Ana Bunch to help hunt down Billy the Kid and the gang."

"Great! John Kinney!" Charley exasperated with despair. 

"Well, who's Kinney?" Billy asked the group.

"Says here that he's an ex-soldier who suffered an injury and is now a bounty hunter," Belle answered, skimming the newspaper in her hands. Belle's small mischevious smile grew as she saw Josiah and Billy's smirks grow at the new information.

"But what's that mean?" Steve asked, dumbfounded.

"It means he can whip some ass," Charley gravely spoke, clearly not as amused as Josiah and Billy were.

"Hey, Doc, Belle? Come here for a minute?" Dick called out from his spot.

"Yeah," Josiah grabbed the paper from Belle's hand, handing it over to the three remaining boys. After placing the rolled-up cigarette between his lips, Josiah held out his hand for Belle, hoisting to her feet. Hand-in-hand, the two fiancés strolled over to Dick.

"What's up?" Josiah asked once they were close enough to the dark-haired man.

 "Well, we can't go North because Murphy's got men coming out of Fort Sumner. We can't go South because he's got Brady coming in," Dick announced, quietly. Josiah and Belle nodded. "East is no good cause we have John Kinney coming up now. We can go west through the Valley of Fires but there's the Mescalero Reservation."

"And they're having a good year with scalps, no thanks Richard," Josiah commented, making Belle chuckle softly.

"I don't know what the hell to do," Dick sighed, placing his hands on his hips and looked out to the rocky view in front of him. Chevez walked past them with a hat full of strange succulents. "What the hell is he doing?" 

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Chevez gathered the group around a fire after dusk. Chevex was now wearing black and white paint across his face to resemble that of a human skull. The group sat around the fire, waiting for Chevez to reveal what he had been doing all afternoon. 

"We've come to a place where we are lost, no? When an Indian is lost, he must reach into the spirit world to find the way. On the Spirit Road, he'll be shown a sign. This is the way to the Spirit Road. We're lost right now. But I'll find us the way," Chevex recited, taking a sip from the cup in his hands.

"Oh Christ, Chavez! That's all we need is some more of your red-ass Navajo mambojahambo. We're running out of time here, Chavez," Steve mocked with a roll of his eyes.

Chevez simply ignored Steve, passing the cup to Billy who sat beside him. All of the other boys and Belle watched eagerly, waiting for Billy's reaction to the substance. After a few seconds after swallowing, Billy burst into a small fit of coughs. 

"Wh-what is that?" Charley asked, sceptically.

"Peyote," Chevez answered, still staring off into nothingness. Billy then passed the liquid to Josiah, who let off a muttered sigh after gulping. The blonde handed the mug to his fiancé carefully. Belle took two gulps of the liquid, handing it to Charley after licking her lips, savouring the bitter taste.

"Wasn't that bad, actually," Belle quietly spoke, with a small shrug, causing Josiah to softly laugh with her. He slung his arm over her shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the rough fabric of her shirt.

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The next morning, Belle woke up dazed and confused. She shot up from her spot on the hard rocky floor. Her quick actions caused the figure beside her to also jump out of their sleep. Josiah rubbed his eyes slowly. 

"Wow," Belle said, staring at Josiah's face, now sitting in a kneeling position as Josiah sat on his bottom with his legs out in front of him.

"What?" Josiah's voice was heavy with sleep and confusion as he stared back at Belle.

"You're so perfect," Belle spoke, having no filter between her thoughts and mouth. Belle skimmed her fingers along Josiah's cheekbones, trailing down to his blonde scruff. "I'm a very lucky woman."

"You're the lucky one? Darling, have you seen yourself? You're the definition of perfection. Your beauty renders me speechless. Your voice is music to my ears. Your smile brightens my day. There are not enough words to describe you, sweetheart. I'm glad I had the courage to ask you to be mine," Josiah placed his hands on the side of Belle's face, his eyes were darting around, taking in every small detail on her fair face.

Belle grinned, her eyes also scanning around her partner's face. Josiah showed off his lop-sided smile. Belle grabbed onto Josiah's collar, pulling him closer to her and pressed his lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Belle began to chuckle uncontrollably through the kiss while her hands travelled up to his neck, fiddling with the locks of hair at the base of his neck.

"What are you chuckling about?" Josiah reluctantly pulled away from the embrace, keeping his hands settled on her waist.

"I don't really know, I just feel giddy," Belle continued to giggle. She grabbed his hands from her waist, holding them in her lap. Suddenly, Belle shot up to her feet, pulling Josiah up with her with struggle. "Come on, get up, lazy head,"

"Whereabouts are we heading, darling?" Josiah smiled down at her figure, how her ginger untamed hair bounced as she dragged him over to the cliff.

"I'm not sure, but anywhere's more romantic than in a little cave filled with our sleeping friends, don't ya think?" Belle laughed.

"Ah, you make a convincing argument, doll," Josiah wrapped his arms around Belle's waist once she stopped at the edge of the rocky mountain. Josiah buried his face into the crook of Belle's neck, pressing feather-light kisses to her exposed skin.

Belle sighed happily, melting into the foreign sensation. Belle leant her head back, resting it against Josiah's shoulder and closing her eyes.

Josiah chuckled at her actions, trailing his lips up to her jaw and pressing one kiss to her cheek, before planting his chin on her shoulder, glancing up at the ginger girl with adoration.

"Butterflies. A butterfly flies to a flower...stays with it. Doesn't know why. It just feels it-" Josiah began to recite one of his poems before a gunshot flew past them both, causing them both to jump in their positions.

Josiah and Belle slowly turned their attention to the direction of the noise, to see Steve scurrying around a cave entrance with his rifle in hand, shouting about the size of a chicken.

The couple ignored his yells, turning back to each other once again. "You were saying, darling?" Belle quietly asked.

"You're my flower, and I'm your butterfly. We don't know why. We just feel it," Josiah finished, drifting off into a dreamlike state as he stared at Belle.

"I love you, Josiah Gordon Scurlock, to the moon and back," Belle sighed with a gigantic smile. 

"And I love you, Belle Elizabeth Tunstall, to the moon and back."