Loud arguing caused me to awaken, it had been a few weeks and according to Arthur Milton had found him not too far from camp. With an annoyed sigh I stood up and placed my hat upon my head, pushing the tent flaps aside I stretched before going to investigate what was going on.

"Come on gang! We need to get a move on and quickly! Pinkerton's will be here before we know it so chop chop!" Miss Grimshaw shouted at those who remained in camp, from the looks of things it was still early morning which also told me the boys had gotten themselves into even more trouble. Jumping into action I began to pack things away, Mr Cornwall didn't like us from the sounds of things lately and now that we were moving told me that he had found us sooner than we would have liked. During the time we had been at peace Trelawny who had been missing for ages had helped the boys rescue Sean from some bounty hunters, dumb ass seemed to like finding trouble too much for anyone's good. Leaning down to lift a box I stood up gritting my teeth as sharp pains shot through my injured shoulder, bastards had really hit the nerves because it should have healed by now. Micah had also begun to give me glares behind Dutch's back and had been whispering something to Molly every time Dutch and I were together, I really didn't like what Micah was doing by manipulating the poor woman's head despite how much I hated her. Ignoring my pain I heaved the heavy box onto the wagon and headed back for more, by the end of packing my shoulder was completely wrecked.

"Hey Grace, want me to drive the wagon?" Came the soft and comforting voice of Abigail, I'm guessing she noticed the pain I had been in but I shook my head.

"I'm a little bit broken Abigail but that doesn't make me fragile," I chuckled as she jumped in the back with young Jack, the boys had arrived by now and we were quickly on the move. The only people missing were Arthur and Charles which got me a little worried, flicking the reigns I gritted my teeth again as the horses pulled against them. Just because I was hurt didn't mean I needed constant care, the asshole who shot me in the shoulder was going to have a bullet through his brain the moment I find him. Quicksilver followed beside my wagon at all times as he sensed something was off, he was such a gentle stallion when he wanted to be.

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After travelling for a few hours or so my arm was completely numb and my head was spinning, thankfully I could hide the majority of my pain despite how much I wanted to just chop my arm off. Pulling the horses to a stop I looked around our new camping location, it was pretty far from where we used to be which was good but also had its downsides. Hopping down off the wagon I almost fell over as I clutched my arm in agony, inhaling sharply I stood up and exhaled as I headed for the back of the wagon. I reached for the first box I saw but my arms were gently pulled away as I stood face to face with Dutch, his eyes burned with worry and some anger which caused me to sigh.

"Grace, why didn't you tell me your arm hurt so bad, I could have gotten one of the others to drive the wagon and you know that," he growled softly, with another sigh I nodded.

"I don't need to be babied Dutch, I'm a grown woman, and a part of the toughest gang alive, I ain't showin' no weakness to a mere bullet wound," I muttered looking down, I flinched when he lifted my numb arm slightly to look at it better.

"Go get Strauss to check it out, nothing looks broken but it does look swollen from so much heavy lifting and use," Dutch ordered, I nodded as I headed towards the German semi-doctor. Seeing me walk over he grabbed out his medical supplies and fixed his glasses in place, I sat down reluctantly at his private wagon and gritted my teeth every time he touched my arm.

"Ahh yes, severe nerve damage from too much use, muscle strain, nothing I can't fix but it needs time Grace," he warned glancing at me as he carefully injected my arm with a fluid which calmed my pain, why was I the main one who got hurt these days like Christ. Heading over to my tent I sorted my things in my chest carefully, footsteps approaching caused me to tense a little but I didn't stop sorting my things.

"You could ask for help you know," Came the gruff voice of Arthur, I chuckled and stood rolling my shoulder slightly to test it.

"Where's the fun in that?" I chuckled, Arthur let out a low rumble as he moved backwards to allow me to pass him. We headed for the fireplace that had been set up and shifted some empty boxes and sat on them to warm ourselves, it had been too long since I had been able to have a chat with Arthur since he was doing things left right and centre.

"Molly's been spreading gossip you know, she keeps telling everyone you were seen sneaking off from time to time and Dutch is getting rather snappy because of it, you might want to go see what's up with him before he kills the whole camp," Arthur informed with a slight chuckle towards the end, I stood and headed for Dutch's tent. Upon arriving I froze and my whole body began to burn, tears formed in my eyes as they narrowed with betrayal. My hands curled into tight balls of anger and my teeth clenched almost hard enough to break. Without even a second glance I stormed away, I ignored every glance casted my way as the image burned in my mind.

Dutch Van Der Lin had kissed Molly O'Shea.