DOC AND BELLE DECIDED TO spend the night on the border of Lincoln City before travelling back to their friend. They knew if they decided to travel back straight after talking to Yen Sun, Billy would either bombard them with questions or get ready to ride again. Both situations were not ideal so the best thing to do was avoid them until morning.

When the couple arrived at the Regulators' campsite, Billy welcomed them, holding his pistol if ready.

"Hey, Steve!" Billy shouted over his shoulder, smiling widely at Doc and Belle.

"Belle and Doc are back!" Billy laughed happily while the couple waved at them. "I told you they'd come back!"

Belle and Doc smiled at Billy as he told everyone to saddle up.

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Now in Lincoln, the group split up and hide in various spots around the town centre. Steve and Charley hid behind a wooden fence. Chevez disappeared behind a building on his horse. Josiah and Belle sneaked on top of a roof with their guns and rifles ready. But Billy, he did not hide. He walked directly behind Sheriff Brady and his deputies who were walking down the road.

"This is stupid, isn't it?" Belle whispered to Josiah as she filled her gun with fresh bullets. 

"Unfortunately it is," Josiah breathed out a quiet laugh. "But, we'll be ok, I pr-"

"Don't you go making promises, I've seen the outcome of them before, not risking it again," Belle giggled. 

Josiah smiled and shook his head. He looked back up at Belle, admiring her features. 

"I adore you, Miss Belle," Josiah whispered as he watched her timidly peer over the roof to see Billy throwing his hat over Brady's head.

Belle blushed as she looked back at her partner. "I can't believe you're making me blush in the situation at hand," She quietly laughed.

"It is my speciality," Josiah pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before they both heard gunshots coming from the street. They pulled away and began shooting down at Brady's men. 

All of Brady's men were now dead, some with knives in their throats, others with bullets through their head. 

Billy finally shot Brady through the skull, causing his body to go slack.

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After Billy had his photograph taken, the group travelled down to the McSween residence. 

Belle jumped off her horse and walked the short distance down to their front door. She knocked three times and waited for Susan or Alex to open it.

After a minute, Susan finally greeted the girl with a large smile. 

"Hello, Belle, I'm so glad you're alright, I was worried sick thinking about you out there," Susan brought Belle into a bone-crushing hug. 

"Hello, Susan, thank you for caring, but I can assure you that I managed to pull my own weight out there," Belle laughed with Susan, but their laughter fell short as Alex emerged next to Susan at the doorway, with an indignant expression. 

Alex skimmed past the two women, heading straight to Billy.

Billy smugly smiled, handing his photo to Alex. "It's for you, Alex,"

"You weren't supposed to touch Brady!" Alex shouted, cutting straight to the point.

The other boys dismounted their horses, coming closer to the porch. Josiah sat on an open seat next to Belle. Belle subconsciously settled her hand in his locks, smoothing the rough locks down.

"Sheriff Brady sent the men who killed John. It was a good move for us, Alex," Billy countered.

"Have you seen The Independent? The Governor's revoked your deputation powers. You're now wanted by the legitimate law as well as those outside the law," Alex angrily explained. "You're not only being hunted by John Kinney and Murphy's men. You're being hunted by troops! Fort Stanton, Billy! The US Army! The government's put a 200 dollar bounty on your head," Alex handed Billy the newspaper, running a shaky hand through his black hair. "You were supposed to serve eleven warrants and expose the Ring. Instead, you went out and you went on the warpath. On a rampage! Now Richard's dead! And we're living up here like fugitives! What the hell do you think you're doing out there?"

Billy hesitated before he answered. "I don't know. Maybe I'm trying to get some attention. Maybe I'm trying to get President Hayes to look this way. They'll let Murphy and his bankers get away with anything and I can't allow that! The more bastards I dust, the more news stories they write. The more troops they send out after us, the more President Hayes is gonna have to raise an eyebrow. Come down and see for himself what's going on here. Then he'll find out who's really doing the killing," Billy began to walk away and back to his horse until Charley spoke up. 

"Alex? What are you gonna do?" Charley asked, wringing the newspaper in his hands.

"I'm gonna try to reach the President himself - legally. It won't be easy getting past the Governor, he's got so many," Alex explained.

"Yeah, I got plans for the Governor," Billy spat out.

"Alex, what if you can't get in touch with Hayes?" Josiah sat forward, Belle's hand fell from his hair and settled on his back.

Alex paused before answering, thinking of the best solution. "I go back to Lincoln and re-open John's store. Try to deal with that. That's what John would want."

"We'll escort you," Billy offered in a softer tone.

"You'd be a death sentence to anybody right now, Billy. I don't want your help," Alex said.

"Alex, you didn't see what they did to John. We did," Billy stated. Belle's eyes pricked with tears at the thought of her father's murder. She hadn't thought about since it happened and she felt very guilty from this confession. Billy tried to hand the photo to Alex but he shook his head, so he handed it to Susan instead.

"Thank you, Billy," Susan said, taking the piece of paper. "Billy, please, go to Old Mexico. Please."

Billy placed his bowler hat on his head and ripped his deputy badge from his vest. He threw the badge to the dirt and finally walked away from Alex. Steve, Charley and Chevez followed after him. Belle patted Josiah's shoulder indicating for him to stand. "Alex-"

"What the hell happened, Doc?" Alex interrupted.

"There's a whirlwind out there. When you're in it, you can't get out. I'm sorry," Josiah began fiddling with his badge in his hands.

"Alex," Belle said, weakly. "I'm sorry this happened,"

"Miss Belle, it's not your fault, it's Billy's -" Alex began.

"Don't blame him, Alex, when he gets an idea, he sticks with it. He thought he was avenging my father, and I thought the same at the time, he and my boys were making me proud, they always have. I should've moved past my anger and seen my logic, but it was too late. I'm sorry," Belle somberly spoke with a shaky smile. "Goodbye, Alex. Goodbye, Susan,"

Belle and Josiah walked away to their horses and rode away from the McSween hideout.

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Once again, the group found themselves in the middle of nowhere, away from danger. Josiah, Chevez and Belle were sat on large red rock, while Charley worryingly stood, looking over the rocks to the vast deserts. Billy and Steve finally showed their faces to the group after searching for water.

"Dirty Steve told me, Billy," Charley said shakily once he saw Billy. "Told me what they're writing in the papers."

"Steven told him about the party Sheriff Peppin's planning for us," Josiah explained as he saw Billy's perplexed face.

"Party?" Billy questioned. "Oh, you mean the hanging!"

"Callate, chivato," Chevez muttered towards Billy.

"Goddamit, Billy! You ever seen a man hanged? His face turns flat purple and his eyes come upon him," It was evident that Charley was afraid of dying from this little speech.

"Yeah, I have seen Red Smitty hang. Seen his head come clean off!" Billy laughed, very amused. "It was a hell of a sight!"

"Billy, I don't think that's what Charley wants to hear at the moment. I think what he'd like to hear is that we're not going to hang!" Belle sternly told Billy.

"You mess your trousers they say," Charley continued listing his fears. "Gals watching and everything!"

"If we get caught, Charley, we're gonna hang. But there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip," Billy admitted. 

"We gotta do something before they catch us. You all gotta let me do something," Charley appeared genuine with his fears.

"Okay, Charley," Billy softly spoke. The group mounted their horses and rode off to where Charley led them.

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Once at their location, Charley explained how he wanted to see a prostitute.

"Are you serious, Charley?" A shooked Belle exclaimed at the news. "This seems a little extreme to come all this way to see some prostitute, don't you think?"

"Yeah, Miss Belle's got a point. You really want this to be your last wish? To get your little carrot wet?" Steve asked, a bit disgusted. "You could've done that back in Juarez!"

"Some kind of a special woman, Dirt Face. You'll understand that one day," Josiah winked at Belle.

Belle laughingly scoffed. "You're really comparing your fiancé to a hooker. Real classy, Doc," Belle laughed.

"Oh, shut up, you," Josiah grinned as he helped Belle off of her horse. Belle's foot got stuck in the stirrup iron on her saddle causing her to fall straight into Josiah's arms. "At least I know you're still falling for me," Josiah huffed out happily, wrapping his arms around Belle's waist.

"Time's like this, I wonder why I agreed to marry you," Belle joked, a big grin flattering her features. Belle's gaze travelled down to Josiah's lips. " But then I remember that I sort of, kinda, just a little bit in love with you,"

"I know you're lying, but even if I had the smallest percentage of your love, I would die a happy man," Josiah kissed Belle's forehead. "C'mon, Miss Belle, we better wish Charley some luck,"

"Alright, ladies and gents, square up and shell out for Bowdre," Billy announced once everyone was gathered around the bar entrance. The group handed Charley some coins so he could afford the service he was about to receive."We'll be in the den, just yell if you need any help."

"You know what to do, don't ya?" Josiah sighed, placing a few coins in his hand.

"Have fun, Charley, we'll be right downstairs, and please, when you come back, please refrain from all of the details, alright?" Belle giggled. Josiah circled his arm around her waist, guiding her into the bar, leaving Charley to his thoughts outside the building.