**THREE WEEKS LATER**

It had been three weeks since I had been back and my nervous break downs had been so bad Dutch had forced me to sleep in his tent, Arthur had been shot and had escaped but only just alive when he got back which made me relieved. I didn't mind aside from the fact most nights when I couldn't sleep I would listen to the things Dutch said in his sleep and some made my face heat up with embarrassment, those nights I found Dutch sometimes had the sweetest words in his mind but remembered none when he awoke the next day. Thankfully I had learned Colm was sterile and there was no chance I would have his forced excuse for a child, this had sent some relief through my mind but the stained images still remained. Slowly I opened my eyes to feel something wrapped around my waist, I knew it was Dutch since he was the only one who would be in his tent otherwise at this hour of the morning. I wished things were different, I wished we had just left Blackwater when we had the money instead of going for that ferry job that had costed us everything. With a sigh I removed Dutch's arms from around my and left the tent, I stretched in the morning light and began to get some things done before anyone could tell me off. Grabbing a bale of hay I headed towards the group of horses, placing it down I headed for another one and put that with the other ones. Trelawny had taken Arthur out to see a friend of his before Arthur would meet up with Bill, Sean and Micah for some job the Grays offered them, I had wanted to go with them but my efforts to persuade Dutch were in vain. Turning back I began to move other things around when Dutch went off with Hosea to talk about something or other I paid no mind to, something about today felt off which had me on edge when a frantic Abigail burst from her tent.

"Jack!? Jack where are you!? Has anyone seen Jack!?" She screamed as she ran about the camp, this made my muscles tense and my mind snap. I whistled and Cain the dog Jack had found ran to my side, seeing small tracks I clicked at them and with a bark Cain wagged his tail which told me they were Jacks footprints. Me being me decided to follow the large hound as he followed the trail of the little boy, the moment we hit a trail I noticed grown footprints which looked oddly shaped.

"Shit," I hissed as I whistled for Quicksilver, the stallion galloped over as I leapt onto his back and headed off after the dog. It didn't take long before I figured out where Cain was leading me and I sent him back, he got the message as I rode towards the large mansion where the dog had been taking me. John and Abigail were probably about ready to kill everyone but the sooner we were on the trail to finding the boy the better, Jack was too young to be thrown into these situations which only made my blood boil. I might be mentally broken in some ways but you threaten my gang and that boy you were in for a horrible time, gritting my teeth I kicked Quicksilver and the stallion sped up his pace to a full out gallop. Pulling my pistol from my belt I held it by my side as I turned down the gravel path towards the mansion, I stopped quite a distance from the building knowing that going in alone was a major death wish. After about ten minutes everyone else had arrived, Dutch gave me the "I will have a word with you later" look which made me roll my eyes.

"GET OUT HERE YOU INBRED TRASH!" Dutch roared, the others readied their guns and I knew this would be a shit fight. Since Sean wasn't here I figured something had gotten him, poor bastard was annoying but a good friend. The Brathwaite's soon flooded from the building in defence, I took a deep breath as the tension grew stronger.

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We left the mansion in a burning wreck, the Braithwaite woman had raced into the fire but we had found a lead to finding Jack. Some man called Angelo Bronte who lived in Saint Denis had Jack according to that Braithwaite woman, upon getting back everyone broke into arguments until a very familiar Mr.Milton strolled into camp with his trusty sidekick by his side.

"Hello Dutch," he almost seemed to growl, I readied my shotgun despite my recently healed arm.

"And what do we owe the pleasure Mr.Moron," Dutch snarled back, Agent Milton looked in my direction and almost seemed to smirk.

"Let's make this simple Dutch, come with me and I give the rest of you scoundrels three days to run off and live like human beings!" Milton offered, Dutch stood up with his hands in the air and it was my turn to smirk.

"Well my friends, it seems I have an appointment to keep with my new friend here," he soothed, I loaded my gun and readied it yet again as we all chuckled.

"You are all making a big mistake, I will return here with over fifty men and you will all die!" Milton snarled a warning, after that they began to leave with Lenny following them.

"Arthur go find that camp you were telling me you found with Lenny, oh and take John with you and the rest of you get packing!" Dutch roared, I turned and began to pack my things like Dutch had said. The more we ran the more cornered I felt, sooner or later we would end up dead or capture and in jail at this rate. With a sigh I threw things into the backs of the wagons and tethered some of the horses to the back, mounting onto the back of Quicksilver I began to follow the caravan of wagons towards our new temporary home.