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proxylynn · 11 months ago

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MY WISH WAS ALWAYS YOURS (part #6 second half)

{Content warning: Sex scene.}

[So tumblr has a word limit that I wasn't aware of so...Yeah, one final chapter broken into three parts. Hope you all like it. ^_^]

She slumps forward and rests her head in her hands. Gimini sees this and decides now is the time to see if he can get a better insight into Jack from her perspective. So he flutters over to her side. Jack sees this but pays it no mind. Not like he cares or anything.

“How are you feeling?”

She glances down at him.

“I am fine. My body is sore and my pride is dented. But fine overall.”

“Are you sure?”

“This was nothing. I have dealt with far worse than this.”

“Worse than being buried under rubble?!”

She eyes the cricket funny.

“Your concern is...cute. But let me be blunt. My head has taken a lot of hits and I am not in a small-talk mood. So say your peace now or say nothing at all.”

Fair enough.

“Can you tell me why you work for someone like Jack?”

Now that got some attention. Lynsie lifts her head, eyeing Gimini with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Jack, on the other hand, just observes the conversation with mild interest.

“Why do you ask?”

“I'm just curious. I can't help but wonder why any of you would stick around with someone like him. He doesn't seem like the most compassionate or considerate boss.”

Gimini explains, trying to choose his words carefully. Lynsie looks over at Jack who just shrugs, so she takes this as a sign it's okay to speak.

“I know not the reason of the others. Likely money. Or pride. Or respect. Or the very generous benefits package, that's something everyone likes. You'd be surprised how well cutthroats take care of their henchmen. But as for me...”

She pauses for a bit, sorting her thoughts and choosing what to say.

“I would not be here if not for Master Jack.”

Gimini tilts his head.

“W-What do you mean?”

She looks at Jack again.

“Permission to speak about this, Master Jack?”

Jack waves her off.

“It's your story. You tell it as you want.”

She sighs and sits up more professionally, crossing her legs in thoughtful repose.

“Very well. Master Jack and I met when we were kids. I come from what you would call a "dysfunctional" home life...”

Jack snorts a laugh.

“That's putting it lightly.”

“It was not good. What with the starving, the beatings, and the ever-present berating of my mother instilling in me that somehow it was all my fault because I was a bad child and therefore deserved it.”

If bugs could pale Gimini would be ghostly white.

“But then I met him and he opened my eyes to the wild idea that, maybe, I didn't have to take the abuse. Then, after another fun beating lesson from my dear mother, I concluded that he was right. So, yeah, I got the hell out of there.”

Seeing the look on the cricket's face makes her smirk.

“You look a bit disturbed. Did things get a bit too real for you? Because that is the gentlest way I could have said that.”

Jack snickers.

“Look at you, getting all feisty. It's adorable.”

“Hey, he asked and I answered. I could go into more descriptive graphic detail about how she would...”

“N-No! No need for that. I think I get the picture, thank you.”

Jack laughs heartily at Gimini's discomfort, but Lynsie isn't phased.

“Good. Long story short, I had nothing and was nothing. And I would have remained nothing and likely be nothing had it not been for that fateful encounter so long ago. So...In thanks for giving me a life to live, I live my life for him. Simple as that.”

Gimini is silent for a moment, taking in Lynsie's story. It's a harsh reality, and he can't help but feel a mix of sympathy and discomfort.

“Do you ever regret it? Working for Jack, I mean.”

Gimini asks cautiously.

“Never.”

“But why stick around? Why not leave and forge your own path?”

“His path is my own and his goals are mine. I owe him my life, literally and figuratively.”

“Even if doing so costs your life?”

“If that is what it takes, then so be it.”

Jack gives a half-smile at such words as it fills him with pride. But for Gimini, such selfless devotion is frightening. To give up one's life for someone who seems to hold it with no value? It's insane! No one in their right mind would do such a thing. Not unless they were...Could it be?

“Do you like being with him?”

“With Master Jack? I think that would be obvious.”

“Yeah, I doubt she'd feel the need to work for me if she didn't. Be rather stupid of her if she did.”

Gimini isn't satisfied with that answer and boldly pushes a bit further.

“Let me rephrase that. What I meant to say was, do you like him as a person?”

The air in the tank suddenly carries a coldness to it.

“And where pray tell are you leading with this line of questioning?”

Even her voice is less warm sounding.

“Well, you two seem...closer than just employer and employee. And, um, he seems to treat you...differently.”

Her attention goes to Jack.

“I'm sorry, but what is the reason for the bug again?”

Jack rubs the bridge of his nose.

“I opened the wrong bottle and now it says it's my conscience.”

“A conscience? As in the internalized voice of morality? Why is it trying to dig into personal matters that have nothing to do with right or wrong?”

Jack groans, clearly annoyed by the turn of the conversation.

“I don't know. It seems to like insinuating things. Just ignore it.”

“Ah, I see. Less of a conscience and more like the voice that overthinks and makes connections out of nothing. Understood.”

She gets up from her seat.

“If I may be excused, I shall see if the others are making progress.”

Jack gives her a nod and she moves for the door. But instead of letting that be the end of things, much like a nagging thought you've forgotten that suddenly springs to the forefront of your mind, Gimini speaks up.

“You care for him, don't you?”

Lynsie stops in her tracks, her hand hovering above the handle, back turned to Jack and Gimini. The air in the tank grows heavy with tension. Her shoulders tense up ever so slightly and there's a flicker of something in her eyes, a momentary vulnerability. Jack raises an eyebrow, shifting in his seat both curious about her answer and not eager to delve into personal matters at all. And after an awkwardly long pause, the kind that only implies more the longer there's silence, she responds.

“I care...as much as I am allowed to care. We are associates. Nothing more or less. Anything else is irrelevant.”

Her expression is unreadable and her voice, which even when threatening holds a warm sweetness to it, is also void of any feeling. But with that said, she opens the door and steps out, leaving Jack alone with the cricket. Jack sighs, glancing at Gimini with a mix of annoyance and bemusement.

“Jack, what did she mean by that?”

Jack slouches back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. Gimini hovers nearby, uncertain whether to press further or to let the matter rest. The tank continues its bumpy journey, and Jack finally breaks the silence.

“It means she knows not to push things. Unlike you.”

Gimini merely looks at him funny.

“Did something happen between the both of you?”

Jack grips his seat, attempting to restrain himself.

“I'm not talking about this.”

“You know it might help you feel better if you-”

Jack's temper flares and he cuts Gimini off, yet he manages to keep his voice low to not raise attention outside. It honestly makes him sound more intimidating.

“Will you knock it off?! There is nothing between us. I do not care about her. She's not my woman. I don't have feelings for her. So what if I slept with her? It meant absolutely nothing! Get off my back!”

That outburst is more than Gimini was expecting to hear and he backs off due to Jack's seething. Seeing the bug cowering lets Jack know he's made his point, even if he did overshare more than he meant to. So he takes a few deep breaths to calm down and sighs into his normal repose.

“I feel like I got awful vulnerable with you. Heh. I outta kill you so you don't tell anyone.”

Gimini gulps till Jack chuckles.

“I'm just messing with you.”

There's a wave of relief that hits Gimini before it is immediately dashed.

“But, no seriously, I will kill you.”

“I-I-If I talk, right?”

Jack glares.

“Look, bug, I'm going to make this clear for you. She and I have an understanding. There's a status quo and I'm in charge of it. Things don't change unless I give the okay. And I am comfortable with how things are.”

“A-A-Are you though?”

He hovers a bit closer.

“B-Because it seems you took things to a new level but still want them to remain the same. You can't have your cake and eat it too.”

“No. It was a one-time thing. I just needed to get it out of my system is all.”

“Now, Jack, you shouldn't lie to yourself. Feelings like that don't just go away. Especially after you, um...Do THAT with someone.”

“What? People can fuck and not have feelings.”

“Please don't use that word. And...I suppose that's true. But you're not the type to just let anyone be near you. So you must feel...”

“Before you finish that, do keep in mind, you are within my reach.”

Gimini pauses at the threat as Jack flexes his massive hands into a crushing fists to emphasize his point.

“Uh...A great deal of trust for her?”

Jack's eyes narrow.

“You sound like my father. Always insinuating there's something more and trying to push me into being with her. Well, it ain't happening!”

“Are you worried she won't reciprocate?”

At that, Jack laughs.

“Knowing her, she'd go along with it.”

“Then...Why not explore the opportunity? She could make you happy.”

Jack scoffs.

“She can't make me happy. She can only help me to be happy. Only my wish will make me truly happy. I don't need her to be more than my associate. I've got a life to live, things to do, and no time for unnecessary complications. Attachment is a weakness. It clouds judgment and gets in the way. I don't need that. She understands that. Always has.”

Gimini looks at Jack, studying his expression. There's a mixture of frustration, defiance, and maybe a hint of something deeper that Jack himself may not fully acknowledge.

“Have you asked her if she's fine with it?”

Jack glares at Gimini, annoyed by the line of questioning.

“I don't need to. She knows her place, and she's content with it.”

Gimini hovers wearily closer.

“Does she? Or is that just what you want to believe? Maybe she's hiding her true feelings to spare you the discomfort.”

Jack's eyes narrow, and he leans in, speaking in a low, threatening tone.

“Listen, bug. You're treading on dangerous ground and prying into places you don't belong.”

Gimini's tiny wings buzz nervously and he drops the big one in hopes it makes Jack open up.

“Maybe you're scared of letting someone in, of being vulnerable. And maybe, just maybe, she is playing along because she's afraid too. Afraid of losing whatever connection she has with you.”

Jack glares at Gimini and if looks could kill then the cricket would be dead a million times over. Gimini realizes that pushing Jack further might not end well for him.

“Alright! I'll zip my lip for now. But you shouldn't close yourself off, Jack. Life is short, and you might regret not taking a chance on something so rare. Denying your feelings won't make them disappear. And you might find that the walls you've built around yourself will only bring more loneliness in the end.”

Gimini backs off and Jack grumbles, his irritation apparent by his gritting teeth.

“Just shut up and let me think.”

As Jack retreats into his thoughts to brood in silence, Gimini hovers in the corner, contemplating the complex web of emotions that seems to entangle the fearsome Jack Horner. The tank continues its journey, leaving behind the chaotic scene and heading towards new challenges, now with Lynsie back on her feet, albeit a bit shaken after that weird conversation. Gimini can't help but feel a mix of fascination and concern for the dynamics at play within this peculiar group. He can't help but wonder about the true nature of their relationship and the emotions that Jack seems reluctant to accept. Jack, the ruthless leader, with an unexpected level of care for one of his own, even if it's hidden beneath layers of gruffness. What a strange thing indeed.

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The clouds rumbled with impending rain poured down in a steady rhythm. Elizabeth peered out from the small window, looking around at the surroundings before shutting the covers. The decision to move on to another town weighed heavily on her mind. She knew it was time to leave, but the departure was bittersweet. She glanced over at her husband, who was securing a horse to the wagon for the journey ahead.

Jonathan noticed the concern on her face and came over to her when done, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She sighed, casting a glance at Jack curled up and sleeping in unaware contentment.

“He's not going to like this.”

“I know. But it's best we do it this way.”

“He's going to be so upset though.”

“He'll be fine, Liz. He's a tough boy.”

He brings a hand to her cheek.

“And he's got the most compassionate mother in the world that can make him feel better no matter what.”

She gives her husband a soft gentle smile as she holds his hand, nuzzling it.

“Bless you, dear.”

He simply smiles.

“Any time, Sweet-Tart.”

He kisses her on her forehead and resumes helping her in the final preparations, making sure everything is secured for the journey.

Once fully packed up, the wagon's wheels creak to life as they roll over the uneven ground. Jonathan drives the horse, Elizabeth navigates, and Jack remains blissfully unaware of the departure. The weather turned from just rumbling clouds into quick and steady rain, turning the dirt road into mud.

As the wagon trundled along, Jonathan stole glances at his wife, who sat lost in thought. He understood her concern for Jack and shared it to some extent. The boy had grown attached to Lynsie, and the idea of leaving her behind was unsettling. However, their situation demanded they move on.

After a while, Elizabeth broke the silence.

“We'll need to find a way to explain it to him gently.”

Jonathan nodded, his expression reflecting a mix of empathy and worry.

“We'll figure it out.”

The rain continued to pour, masking the tears that welled up in Elizabeth's eyes.

“I just can't help but worry about what will happen to her when we're gone.”

He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“I know, Liz. But we can't take on the responsibility of another child. It's tough enough as it is, and we can't risk jeopardizing our own family's well-being.”

She nodded, understanding the practicality of his words.

“We did what we could for her. That's more than anyone else did. And maybe that'll be enough to make a change.”

She nodded, but the worry still lingered in her eyes. They continued their journey, the wagon's wheels cutting through the mud, leaving a trail of displaced rainwater behind.

As they leave the town behind, Lynsie wanders out into the field, watching the back end of the slowly disappearing into the distance wagon with sadness and regret. If only she had just been a little faster.

Back in the wagon, Jack stirred from his slumber, groggily rubbing his eyes. He looked around, realizing that something was different. The rhythmic sound of rain on the roof and the gentle rocking of the wagon were familiar, but there was an underlying tension in the air. He sat up, noticing the pensive expressions on his parents' faces.

“What's going on?”

Jonathan exchanged a glance with Elizabeth, the weight of the situation evident in their eyes. Jack furrowed his brow, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. His parents rarely adopted such serious looks, and it made him uneasy. Then, when the sleep wore off, it hit the boy and hit him hard.

“We've left already?! Why didn't you wake me?”

Elizabeth took a deep breath, trying to find the right words as she got up and knelt at her son's level.

“Sweetiepie...You know how our business is made by moving around. Please understand we...”

It dawns on him.

“You left her behind?!”

Jack's shouts, his initial shock gave way to a mixture of disbelief and bitterness.

“Sweetie, it's...It's not as simple as that.”

Jack's frustration bubbled up, his temper flaring.

“What do you mean it's not simple? We're moving and she's not here! I think that's pretty darn simple.”

“Jack, we didn't abandon her. She wasn't ours to take. We did what we could to help her. But our responsibility is to you and ourselves. We couldn't bring her with us.”

“But she is ours! She is mine! She's the only good thing I've got! I need her!”

A mix of anger and sadness welled up in Jack's chest. He clenched his fists, struggling to process their reasoning. Elizabeth hugged Jack tightly, offering him some comfort. To the Horner's credit, they had up till this point spared their boy the knowledge of loss and what it's like to lose something important. Maybe that's why he couldn't understand and his feelings about it came across like he's misplaced a favorite toy rather than a friend.

“I know it hurts, sweetie. But sometimes life does this. For as big as we are, sometimes we can't control everything that happens in our lives. Sometimes we have to make tough choices that don't feel good. But that doesn't mean we don't care.”

She pulls back and holds his chubby little face.

“Change is never easy, and leaving someone behind is even harder. Yet not all change is bad. We changed things for her, didn't we? We gave her food and tended to her wounds. We showed her some people won't treat her badly. Maybe that will be enough to give her the strength to leave that bad place. And who knows, maybe our paths will cross again someday. But for now, we need to keep moving forward and always cherish the time we spent together.”

Tears welled up in Jack's eyes as he grappled with the conflicting emotions of loss, frustration, and a sense of powerlessness.

“B-But...That's not fair, mother. I...She...”

“I know, sweetheart. Sometimes, we have to let go and just hope for the best. Have you ever heard the saying "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be."?”

Jack shakes his head, sniffling a little.

“It means to trust and have faith in the other person. It's about how it's okay to surrender something beloved in the hopes that fate will intervene and bring it back—if it's truly meant to be yours. And you feel Lynsie is yours, right?”

He nods.

“And do you believe if she can, she'd find a way to back to you again?”

He nods again, knowing if she stuck around him at his worst then she would likely seek him out if able.

“Then be strong. Be strong for her and yourself. Mama promises her sweet little man that one day you'll have everything you ever wanted. Even her. Can you be strong till that day comes?”

Jack sniffles hard as he fights himself, torn between his wants and the reality his parents presented. The storm outside mirrored the storm within him. He resisted and fought against the decision, but eventually, he nodded in reluctant acceptance. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him once more in a comforting embrace. Jack clung to his mother, his heart heavy with a sense of loss and something unknown. The rain falls in a steady cadence, a backdrop to the understanding that life, like the weather, is unpredictable and ever-changing. And so the wagon continued onward, leaving behind not just the small town but a chapter of their lives that had become unexpectedly intertwined with a little girl named Lynsie.

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The tank presses on into the transformed terrain, chasing after the elusive bears and their ill-gotten gains.

As the sun continues to dip lower to paint the land in pinks and oranges, the tank moves through the transformed landscape, determined to catch up to retrieve the stolen map. With Lynsie back with the group it returns to the way things were before. She helps to scout out the new split in the canyon and finds, sadly, that the gap between the lands is most certainly not vehicle-friendly. Either there's too much space or the elevation is all messed up, because there's no way a tank can make an upward jump from nothing. The unicorns are strong but they aren't miracle workers. It's a tank after all. The best they discover is a gap that's nearly twenty feet wide but the ground is perfectly leveled with the split part. There's no time to chip away at thick stone pillars to make a bridge or carve up a makeshift ramp to catch some helpful air distance. So this requires a third option. Or to be more accurate, a third opinion.

With a heavy reluctance...Lynsie has one of the bakers get Jack, as she's not about to go back in there and get pulled into some other random talk with that awkward bug. Jack comes out of the tank, not happy about the lack of progress.

“What's the holdup?”

Lynsie, for all her infinite wisdom, keeps her mouth shut and just motions to the gap, pantomiming how falling would be guaranteed death. Jack gives it a look, then looks at his magic bag full of items that could be useful or not, and then looks over at the group before doing that three more times.

“Okay...Here's what we're going to do.”

He points to eight of the remaining bakers.

“You're a strong bunch, right? You trust each other, right?”

They slowly nod, wondering where he's going with this.

“Good. Now stack up on each other's shoulders in a two-by-four formation.”

What Jack proposes they do registers with Lynsie first and when she palms her face that's the key to the rest of them understanding. Jack wants them to make a human bridge. And with an idea like this, they usually wouldn't go along with it. But they can't object to Jack's plan for two reasons. The first reason is, that they're likely going to abandon the tank and continue on foot the rest of the way, so this would make sense to get everyone across. And the second reason, the important one that held the most weight, they know for a fact that if Jack issues the order then Lynsie would be sicked on them till they obeyed. And given how only eight are needed to make this thing that means Jack finds one of them expendable. So, yeah, they do as told because none of them want to be the one that is replaceable in this plan's equation.

The rows end up as on one side there is Sir Thomas, Crustina, Butter Scott, and Terror-misu. Then on the other being Rhu-Barb, Cinnaman, Stevia, and Ben Yay. This leaves Nutmegan on the sidelines. Before they stretch themselves across, a dark blur zooms past them and Lynsie takes a great leap over to the other side, tucking into a roll as she lands. From the other end, she stands by and catches them as they extend while falling toward her on the other side. It isn't long till there is a bridge of human bodies suspended over this vertigo-inducing ravine holding onto each other by the ankles and facing the death drop below.

During this, Jack gets his bag and pulls out the crystal ball, using it to see where exactly the map is currently. In the swirling display, Jack sees a large cozy cabin snuggled in a snowy pine forest with smoke coming from the chimney, and in the distance, overlooking the scene, is Kitty and Pussy. This makes things very convenient for Jack. Now he's got a few options. So, as payback for bugging him with all his annoying pointless analyzing, Jack opts to mentally break this morally highly righteous insect.

“What do you think, bug? Do I wait for the cats to steal the map and then kill them, or do I just kill everybody all at once?”

Jack asks while making his way over and Gimini, bless his tiny heart, is appalled but still tries to steer things in a less homicidal direction.

“Y-Y-You know, I'm starting to think you don't appreciate the value of a life.”

Knowing the bait has been taken, Jack exaggerates with a hint of playful sarcasm.

“What? No. I mean, I love these guys.”

Jack motions to the poor bakers he's currently walking upon, his heels digging into them due to his immense weight so much that they groan and yell in pain as he strides.

“Flex the glutes. I need a solid surface.”

Now, Gimini's dealt with some tough cases in his days. But Jack? Jack is on a whole other level. He's on a level Gimini didn't know even existed. It's honestly wearing on his poor little bug soul.

“There's good in all people...There's good in all people...”

Yet, he's not a quitter. He psychs himself up and presses on.

“You know, Jack, maybe we need to dig a little deeper. T-T-Tell me about your childhood.”

Jack rolls his eyes as reaches the other side and sighs. No way in hell is he saying anything about his youth. Lynsie comes up to him and gestures that she's ready for his next order. Noting how she's refusing the speak while around the bug, he takes a page out of her playbook from earlier and gives this "there's always good in the world" cricket a harsh wake-up call with some creative exposition. Jack hands her the bag as she eyes him curiously. She knows Jack is not one to talk about his past, so this is bound to be something peculiar yet interesting.

“Uh...You know, I never had much as a kid. Just loving parents and stability and a mansion and a thriving baked goods enterprise for me to inherit. Useless crap like that.”

Gimini face palms at Jack's admittance, finding it unbelievable how someone so privileged could be so blind to how good life's been to them. Lynsie, however, fights the urge to smirk at Jack hamming it up. Sure, she knows that's all true, but she also knows that's just the good parts. That's the past of "Big" Jack Horner, the man of wealth and glory. Not "Little" Jack Horner, the boy who struggled and was ignored.

“But once I get my wish, I'll finally have the one thing that will make me happy.”

Now while he's still playing this up, Jack genuinely beams at the thought of his wish. It's such an innocent and adorable expression on his face. Lynsie can't help but admire it and stamp the sight in her mind to last forever. The pureness of this moment is enough to reignite hope in Gimini. Finally! Something he can work with to better understand Jack so he can help guide him on the path of the straight and narrow.

“Oh, well, what's that?”

Jack holds up the crystal ball and has it show what his wish is. In the swirl of magic is the image of Jack, massive like an all powerful god, standing atop the world as he laughs maniacally with magic shooting out his hands, magic swirling around him while being sucked into his body and causing the world to crumble under his feet.

“All of the magic in the world. For me. And no one else gets any. Is that so much?”

Gimini is about to lose it.

“Yes!”

And Jack could care less.

“Agree to disagree. All right, bring it over.”

It's at this point the bakers who make up this human bridge realize that the tank is not being left behind and Jack wants it for the rest of the journey. But since they can't exactly do anything physically, literally as if they move they will die and if that tank moves on them they'll die, all they really can do is shout in protest to this awful and blatantly careless choice being made.

Oh...But if only they knew.

Yes, Jack couldn't care less if any of them survived this mission so long as he got what he wanted in the end. Yes, he's going to hate having to file the paperwork and scout out for new hires once this is all over. Yes, he knows this is an asinine thing to do which might only make him have to work harder to accomplish his goal. But! When it comes to mentally screwing with someone's head and breaking their spirits...There are no lengths he won't go to just to prove a point and watch as they are utterly devastated.

So Nutmega begrudgingly boards the tanks and takes hold of the reins. She could risk fleeing or even going for the canon, any attempt to take control of the situation. Yet there's too much that can go wrong and she is smart enough to not bet against the odds when they're stacked against her...plus magic, that too. With that, she snaps the reins and the unicorns trot forward. Surprisingly, the bakers can support the weight of four fully-grown unicorns. Unsurprisingly, the bakers can not support the weight of four fully-grown unicorns and a massive battle tank at the same time. The second the tank's weight is added they plummet, each baker yanking the other down. The unicorns make it across before it's too late, their harness latch snapping off and letting them run free...for about ten feet as Lynsie snags the rein straps and yanks them to a halt. As she does that, Jack and Gimini gaze over the edge watching as everything hits the bottom in about four seconds. The tank combusts. All the bakers are dead. Well...Maybe not all.

“Help!”

Clinging desperately to some rocks below is Nutmegan. The clever girl had leaped from the tank just as the fall began, a smart move on her part. Only now her fate is in Jack's hands. ...She's so doomed.

“Sweet Mother of Goose, Jack!”

The level of disturb that Gimini is experiencing is almost as much as Jack is amused by the situation.

“Well, you know what they say. Can't bake a pie without losing a dozen men.”

Jack chuckles at his own joke and it finally happens. Gimini breaks.

“Oh. Oh! That was horrible. Your wish is horrible. YOU'RE HORRIBLE! You're an irredeemable monster!”

Gimini snaps at Jack. But Jack just mocks him more.

“Oh! Oh! What took you so long, idiot?”

With all amusement gained from this and his tolerance for the bug now spent, Jack harshly flicks Gimini off his shoulder with enough force that part of its elytra and a leg come off, his yell can be heard fading into the distance as he falls into the chasm. Jack brushes off his shoulder and groans, relieved to be rid of that annoying pest at long last. Now his attention falls to the woman hanging for dear life.

“You're not chatty, are you?”

Nutmegan continues her smart move streak by shutting up and shaking her head. He looks over at Lynsie.

“You got this for me, right?”

She gives a thumbs up and he grins.

“Good girl.”

He takes the bag from her and chucks the orb inside after giving it one more looking at it for good measure. She pulls the unicorns back over to the edge and lowers the reins down for Nutmegan, letting her secure herself before having the steeds pull her up.

“Well. Looks like it's just us.”

Jack remarks.

“Seems so.”

Lynsie speaks up.

“Oh, look who has her voice back. Thought you went mute on me.”

“Like I was going to speak around that thing. I'm just surprised you didn't swat it sooner.”

He just shrugs.

“Thought it would be interesting. Turns out...No. No, it was not. The damn thing just bugged me. Asking me stupid questions and trying to get inside my head, like it's qualified to do that. And I'm just like...You don't get to come in and throw your two cents in like you know anything. You don't know squat!”

She shakes her head.

“The nerve of some people.”

“I know, right? So rude.”

Nutmegan takes a moment to process her near-death experience and watches the callous casualness going on in front of her. Her colleagues are dead. Her friends are dead. She nearly met the same terrible fate along with them. And yet, here's her boss with his shadow just talking like nothing out of the ordinary just went down. The risks were known. The disregard was known. But still! This was when it clicked for her just how dangerous working for this man was. Because at any moment, Jack can deem her as not useful anymore, and in an instant, it's over. And the scary part...no one will ever know what happened.

“Hey...”

Her thoughts are broken by Lynsie who comes to her with a unicorn.

“Are you still able to continue?”

She takes a second but can't respond.

“I understand your hesitation. A lot has happened. But do not dwell on the lives lost. We all knew the risks and we still ventured into this place. Do the fallen right and see this through. Let them not die in vain. Prove that you and the others were able to enter this death trap land...and brought it to its knees.”

The inspirational pep-talk wasn't something she was expecting to get, but boy, was it something she was glad to have gotten it. With a renewed spirit, she accepts the reins for the unicorn and Lynsie gives a subtle nod before returning to Jack, helping him climb atop his own steed with the bag on his lap. With only the three of them and with Jack's permission, Lynsie sets one of the unicorns free, it gallops off as she mounts the remaining one.

“Alright, ladies. We have a map to get!”

With a hard kick to his unicorn, Jack takes off and the women are quick to follow into the forest of pine trees. For the most part, this section of the way seems as normal as the start was. The land is calm. Unassuming. The setting sun creates a warm scene as the orange and red tones prelude to the coming dark of night. A sudden rumbling sound can be heard and a bright glow goes off, indicating the map is in play. They diverge from the path and beeline for this. But as they get closer the rumbling happens again. The forest landscape violently conforms, the strength and speed of the transformation being too much for the unicorns. The steeds can't take any more of this, getting too spooked and fighting back against the commands of their riders. Nutmegan gets bucked off. Lynsie dismounts her steed when she sees Jack's unicorn threaten to flip to be rid of him, rushing to his aid and holding the beast from barreling long enough for him to get off unharmed while she gets a nasty bite from the legendary equine. The unicorns flee as the land starts lurching upward and forming a peak. This new mountaintop then splits, the two separate peaks rapidly move apart.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Jack exclaimed. As if to rub salt in this moment, huge spears of crystal shoot up from the earth on the other side. Boulders stack up magically, forming a canopy of thick gemstone high enough to be seen from where they are. Jack's right eye twitches, his frustration getting the better of him, and he runs off toward the peak.

“Jack?!”

Lynsie grabs the bag and chases after him in concern. Nutmegan follows in hot pursuit, though she's surprised by the speed Jack is capable of.

“Jack! Stop! It's too dangerous!”

But he doesn't heed Lynsie's words, running higher and higher up the peak till he reaches the top. A deep fissure separates the two stretches of land, so many pine trees are set on the rocky surfaces from low to high. There is also a bridge made from a big dead tree that connects the two but it lies further down. On the other side, there is a massive crystal cave structure, the last known location of the map. If he can just get over there...

“Jack!”

Lynsie and Nutmegan catch up to him.

“What are you thinking? You can't just run off like that.”

He points at the cave.

“The map's in there. We need to get across.”

She examines the scene, noticing the fallen tree bridge is the only means of passage without going all the way down to the bottom and walking the long way around, but also seeing that Goldi and the Bears are on it. And building something...Is that a family of bears making a bear trap?

“Don't even think about it.”

He interrupts her thoughts.

“We don't have time to get down there. We need to cross this.”

Nutmegan is filled with dread at this, not wanting to relive the horror of what only happened a short while ago. Shockingly, she doesn't have to voice her objection to this idea.

“How? It's just us, and not even I can make a jump that far.”

Jack narrows his eyes at Lynsie.

“Don't give me excuses. I don't care how it's done. All you have to worry about is getting me over there.”

She huffs a sigh and opens the magic bag, attempting to see if he has anything that could be useful. But he snatches it away from her.

“I didn't give you permission to touch my stuff.”

“With all due respect, it's not like I have other options available.”

She snatches the bag back from him and he gets livid.

“You forget your place, "Little" Lynn.”

He yanks it back but she doesn't let go.

“I know my place, Master Jack. I am to do anything and everything to get you your wish. That includes using what's available.”

She pulls the bag her way and he refuses to let it move another inch.

This is a sight Nutmegan never thought possible. Most at the factory knew Jack for snapping at Lynsie and she'd just take it. Yet none believed she'd ever stand her ground against him. Of course, this insubordination is not taken well by him and he leers at her harshly.

“Let go of the bag. Now.”

“Let me do what I need to do.”

Her tone is stern and he gets in her face. Not wanting things to escalate, Nutmegan tries to be the voice of reason.

“Um, maybe we can—”

“No one asked you!”

They both snap at her.

“I don't need your input. This is between me and this moron.”

Taken aback and losing her patience, Lynsie's cool falters.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me. You've been off your game this entire time. You messed up at the factory. You messed up at the canyon. And now you're screwing up here. If I don't get that wish, it's all your fault!”

Her eyes flare with a mix of anger and hurt.

“You...You...”

He smirks, reveling in the reaction he provoked. Her grip on the bag tightens, internally struggling like she might snap. She wants to defend herself, to push back against his unfair accusations.

“You best be careful with what you say next. I'd hate to be disappointed in you.”

She flinches, her eyes widening as he plays on her fear of upsetting him and her internalized need to please. Her hand trembles and she lets the bag go, as he knew she would.

“That's what I thought.”

“Why...Why must you make this so hard?”

She mutters and he smirks down at her, enjoying the feeling of asserting dominance. He pats her on the head condescendingly but she slaps his hand away much to his shock and he recoils slightly, not expecting her to lash out. Nutmegan watches the exchange, unsure of what will happen next.

“What do you think you're doing?”

He questions and she digs her heels into her stone stance.

“You once told me not to take crap from others when they're the ones at fault. I never thought I'd have to call you out like this. But here we are.”

His eyes narrow.

“You're stepping out of line.”

“And you're being a jackass!”

Nutmegan gasps at this, sensing that she's witnessing a rare moment between the usually composed Lynsie and the brash Jack.

“Are you seriously going to fault me for stuff out of my control? I did everything I could at the factory and was about to get the map. Then a cat knocks me out a damn window and I get trampled on by bears! At the canyon, I was going great before getting ganged up on and my face repeatedly smashed before, oh yeah, being buried under freaking boulders! And now you're being a big baby who is refusing to share his toys, yet somehow, that's on me?! Bullshit!”

His face contorts with a mix of rage and frustration as his temper flares, he grabs her, pinning her down on the ground with just one hand. Nutmegan watches, frozen in shock, as the power dynamic between them takes a dark turn.

“The hell has gotten into you to think you can bark at ME?! You ingrate, you're nothing without me! If it weren't for me, you'd just be another skeleton in the heel of that god-forsaken shoe!”

She winces at the force of his grip as he tightens his hold, but she refuses to back down, glaring back defiantly. Nutmegan, unsure of what to do, hesitates for a moment before taking a step forward.

“Hey, uh, I know things are stressful and all, but don't you think—”

“Stay out of this!”

He glares at Nutmegan, tightening his grip on Lynsie.

“I'm the one in charge here. I'm the one with the wish on the line.”

“Why do you think I'm ticked off? I'm trying to get it for you!”

Lynsie retorts, her frustration boiling over.

“I do everything and anything for you. I'm always there when you're in need. I respect you and defend your honor. I give you my blood, sweat, and tears. I give you my very life. But do you even get why?”

“Because you owe me.”

She scoffs at him.

“If that's the only reason that you can think of, then I see you're as blind as you are stubborn.”

He leans in, his face inches from hers.

“Quit being cryptic and just say your damn point already. I don't have time for your nonsense.”

“You want my point? Fine! I'm sick of holding back anyway.”

She grabs hold of his coat and yanks him so their foreheads touch.

“You're an arrogant, selfish, cruel, self-centered jerk who can drive me nuts with how demanding you can get. Your expectations are for perfection and nothing less. Any normal person would take one look at you and get as far away as possible. But I'm not normal. And I can't keep pretending I don't care.”

That throws him off his rhythm.

“What?”

She sighs, her frustration fading as she flusters while continuing.

“I've tried. Lord knows I've tried. But I can't. Not anymore. I refuse to just pretend this isn't how I feel.”

His eyes go from narrow to wide as recent events come to his mind, things he doesn't want to be said aloud.

“Don't you dare say another word.”

He threatens in a whisper and she rolls her eyes.

“Okay. I won't say another word.”

In a bold move, she closes the gap between their faces and presses her lips to his. The action catches him completely off guard, his eyes nearly springing out in shock. Nutmegan's jaw drops in surprise at the unexpected turn of events. That and now she can collect the gold from the betting pool that was going on back home about the pair.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Jack remains frozen, unsure of how to react as his mind races to process this. While Lynsie, despite the pain and frustration, finds a strange sense of release in the impulsive act. Her hands release his coat, moving to cup his cheeks gently as she deepens the kiss. The kiss is brief but intense. It's a kiss mixed with frustration, passion, and something unspoken that has lingered beneath the surface. When she pulls away, she looks into his eyes, her expression softening. His face is a complex blend of confusion, irritation, and something else that he can't quite put into words. Lynsie breaks the silence, her voice steady but with a hint of vulnerability.

“I don't expect you to understand or reciprocate. I just want you to know. Despite everything, I care about you. Probably more than I should. Always have and always will. And I don't regret it.”

Jack scowls, attempting to regain some semblance of his usual bravado.

“You're a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“I know. I'm a fool for attaining feelings for you. I mean, it's not like you'd even bother with someone like me even if you did care. I'm a broken mess with more issues than books in a library. But I've said my peace. I await the volley of reprimands that will chastise me to Hell and back for being a dumbass.”

He takes a deep breath and he exhales slowly, frustration mixed with a touch of fluster on his face. He's not used to people expressing care for him, especially not Lynsie, at least not to this degree. He has his reasons for keeping people at a distance, but she is different, and he hates that she gets to him like this.

So, feeling constrained and wanting to settle this with some semblance of his pride intact, he pulls a reversal to get his dominance back. He crashes his lips onto hers, cutting off any further prattle that could get on his nerves. It's a rough aggressive kiss, filled with the intensity of suppressed emotions and a need to show her who's boss even if he doesn't honestly care what a lone baker thinks as they witness this. Lynsie, taken by surprise, hesitates for a moment before responding. The tension, the frustration, the unspoken feelings – it all pours into the kiss. Her arms encircle his neck and both of his hands grip her waist, their tumultuous kiss escalating for different reasons.

Nutmegan, caught amid their unexpected intimacy, feels like an intruder witnessing a private moment. She looks away, giving them some semblance of privacy.

“Well, uh, I'll just...be over here.”

She awkwardly edges away, leaving Jack and Lynsie in their own little world. As she walks away, she can't help but wonder how this unexpected turn will impact the dynamics of their group. Jack Horner, the ruthless leader, showing a passionate side? Hell must have frozen over. It's a revelation that shakes the foundation of the image she had of him. For both of them really.

After what feels like an eternity, Jack pulls away, leaving Lynsie dazed and slightly breathless. He looks at her with an intensity that makes her heart race. The air is palpable and charged with energy.

“Jack...”

Lynsie starts, her voice barely a whisper, but he silences her with a finger to her lips. His expression shifts back to the familiar gruffness as if trying to regain control of the situation.

“You talk too much.”

His hands wander to pick her up as he stands up and moves them both over to some trees where he starts to undo her pants. This has her looking up at him confused.

“What are you doing?”

“You're a damn fool.”

He pulls her pants down around her ankles, turns her around, and then pushes her face against the tree trunk.

“But you're MY damn fool. And I'm going to make sure you know that.”

She can hear his clothing rustle and the sound of buttons unclasping.

“You think you're not worthy of me? Who told you that? Because I sure as hell never said that.”

Jack scoffs.

“You're the only one who I can stand to be around. You're the only one who's willing to put up with my shit. And you're the only one I'd do this with.”

Jack's manhood springs free once his pants are unfastened, already hard and pulsing with need. He gets behind her, his hips pressing against her backside. Flustered about this being done out in the open, she looks back at him.

“Here? Now?”

“No more talking.”

He forces her to look back ahead of her.

“You've said enough. Now you listen.”

He moves her legs apart and gets into position at her entrance.

“Can't believe you worked me up to this point. Spouting off like some emotional twit. If anything is your fault, it's this.”

He grabs onto her hips, holding onto her as pushes forward slowly, feeling her tight walls clenching like a vice around him as he fills her and she death grips the tree while biting her tongue, whimpering at the invasion, his size is likely something she'll never get used to.

“Fuuuuuccckkk...I forgot how tight you are...”

He bites his lip to maintain composure while they adjust. Giving a few moments of pause before moving. His pace is slow at first, gradually picking up speed as he begins to thrust into her rhythmically.

“Do you know why you're a damn fool? Because you think I'm so blind that I didn't know any of that.”

His massive member stretches her walls as he pumps into her relentlessly. Using her to vent his frustrations, both verbally and physically.

“Did you really think I didn't notice? You're at my side nearly 24/7! When you're not with me, I keep tabs on you. And trust me, I've seen some things. You're not as discrete as you think when by yourself.”

Her face gets redder with embarrassment at the implications and just how often he's spied on her. Or maybe it's because of the overwhelming nature of his scolding her while asserting himself over her.

“Do you honestly think I don't know what you do for me? That I don't appreciate it? Do you know why I expect perfection from you? It's because I know you can do it. I know you're capable enough to handle anything I throw at you, it's why I trust you with so much.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at his words, not expecting him to be so honest, but she could chalk it up to the heat of the moment. His thick member throbs inside her and the waves of impending buildup are starting to kick in. He picks up the pace, driving into her harder and faster until they're both lost in a haze of sensations. Yet somehow, his mind stayed on track for just a bit longer.

“You're the only one who's ever liked me for who I am. You don't want to change me. You don't want to tie me down. To make me a better person or whatever other bull crap. You accept me as is. Always have...”

“And always will.”

She finishes his words in a groan and it only serves to boost his efforts more, his ego being significantly stroked. He grunts and thrusts up into her with renewed intensity, feeling the pressure building within him as he draws even closer to climax. He grips her waist tightly, holding onto her as if she were his lifeline, and leans down to put his face in her neck.

“That's why you're mine. You hear me? You've always been mine and will always be mine. That means you can't leave me. No matter what. Not even death can take you from me. You belong to me. Say it!”

“I'm yours, Jack.”

He lifts her hips a bit and bucks into her harshly at a deeper angle.

“And?”

“I won't leave you!”

She calls out as his girth slams into her over and over again, hitting every sensitive spot within her depths, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her entire body.

“And?!”

“I'm sorry!!”

Her moans, which she tried to suppress, become more desperate and her breathing becomes intensely ragged, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations. Her response pleases him greatly.

“Good girl.”

He finds a spot along her neck where her choker doesn't cover and sinks his teeth in, causing her to let out a loud cry of pleasure that echoes across the land...Something that disturbs all those who hear it.

With each stroke, he pushes them both closer to the brink of release, feeling the tension building between them until it threatens to break loose. She feels her orgasm hitting her, her eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a series of loud moans mixed with utterances of his name. As she reaches her climax, he can feel her walls contracting around him, squeezing him tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy courses through her.

He keeps pounding into her, driven by the sight of her pleasure and the knowledge that she belongs to him. He grunts and groans loudly, feeling his orgasm about to hit. He pulls out of her slightly before slamming back into her again and again, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. Finally, he can hold back no longer, and release washes over him like an out-of-control flood.

For a moment, there are only the overwhelming sensations numbing their systems, and then slowly, they begin to regain some semblance of coherence. He can see the afterglow of their shared pleasure etched across her face, and he feels a sense of satisfaction as he takes in the sight.

“That's...so much better...”

He mutters, his tone softer than usual. He tugs his cravat tie off and wipes his sweaty brow, pulling out of her lazily.

“There. I hope that clears things up for you.”

She nods meekly while catching her breath.

“Y-Yeah...Crystal...Clear...”

He takes a moment to clean himself with the tie and secures his pants, watching her struggle to compose herself after what he did. It gets to him.

“I don't know what the hell you see in me.”

“Huh?”

She didn't quite hear him, her mind elsewhere in thought, yet he didn't repeat himself. He uses the tie to wipe the mess from between her legs, a surprisingly nice gesture considering his harshness moments ago.

“You know I'm not good at this sort of thing. Empathy isn't in me. And I sure as hell don't know how to deal with whatever this thing we got going on. But...”

There's a pause as if he is struggling to articulate his thoughts, grappling with words he's not used to saying. She looks up at him, her eyes searching for any sign of sincerity as he pulls her pants back up and discards the tie.

“I don't know. It's just...complicated.”

He, for a moment, looks open, his guard lowered. This would be something most would jump at the bit to take advantage of. But not her. She, taking a chance once the feeling returns to her legs, turns to him and does something she hasn't done since she was seven years old. She hugs him and he is confused.

“There is no need to overthink it. As I said, I don't expect you to reciprocate and I won't make you. I merely wanted to get that off my chest. It's been eating at me for some time now. And going to you with personal stuff like that is...well...It's awkward.”

“Good call. Can't blame you there.”

He pets her head though a bit awkwardly, only slightly uncomfortable with her embracing him.

“So...Does this mean things have to change?”

She shakes her head.

“No. Nothing has to be different between us. Not unless you want it to be. I am fine with whatever you choose, so long as I remain at your side. For as long as I get to help you, then I'm happy.”

A smirk comes to play on his lips.

“Then we're good.”

She smiles at him.

“So does this mean we are more than associates? Maybe, dare I say that we are...Friends?”

He gives a gruff sigh.

“Don't push your luck, woman.”

She pouts and he rolls his eyes.

“But...I won't deny I may see you as something more. Something annoyingly persistent, yet in an okay way. So, I'm willing to upgrade us to companions...with benefits.”

She snickers.

“Works for me.”

“Alright! Now that THAT is settled, let's get moving. We've got a map to retrieve.”

He looks around.

“Where did that survivor go?”

“Nutmegan?”

“That's their name?! That's hilarious.”

From behind a tree, the baker in question hesitantly steps out from her hiding spot. And if her face is anything to go by, she's feeling incredibly awkward.

“Ah, there you are. Don't run off like that or we'll leave you behind. Or do. It doesn't matter really.”

She rubs her arm embarrassingly.

“Um...So...Is everything okay?”

The pair just look at each other and then at her, as if they have no clue what she's talking about.

“Yeah.”

“Why do you ask?”

She adverts her gaze.

“N-Never mind.”

Jack rolls his eyes and looks down, noticing Lynsie is still embracing him. He clears his throat and it takes her a moment to register what he means, she lets go of him.

“My apologies, Master Jack.”

He waves her off.

“Yeah yeah. Fewer apologies and more map getting.”

“Of course. May I search the bag for something helpful?”

“Fine. But leave the snacks alone. I'm saving those.”

She gives a nod and leaves him to go over to the bag. Jack stands tall with his arms behind his back, merely watching in repose and reverting to his usual stoic demeanor. Nutmegan is just glad things appear to have returned to normal. The amount of trauma she's been subjected to in a short time is insane. So if they just had to work something out and it gets them in a less murdery mood then that's good.

“No one will find your body.”

Nutmegan nearly snaps her neck turning it to look up at Jack.

“M-Mr. Horner?”

He smirks to himself, amused with instilling turmoil with such ease.

“You know? If word of what you may or may not have heard ever spread.”

Realizing what he's implying makes her go on the defense, panicking in her attempt to assure him.

“H-Heard?! Heard what, sir? I didn't hear a thing! Did you hear something? Maybe it was birds! Heh heh...”

“Good. Because you know what they say. Snitches get...”

“Stitches?”

“Buried alive in a coffin full of lye so that they're fully aware they're being slowly dissolved.”

His tone is low and menacing. Her spine trembles as the image of her going through such a demise flashes in her mind.

“Do I make myself clear?”

He glares hard and she gulps.

“Y-Yes, sir.”

The malice in his face vanishes into a calm smile.

“Good. I'm glad we could have this chat.”

He steps away to join Lynsie who is slumped over in the bag.

“Anything?”

He asks as she digs deeper into the bag, pulling out a familiar umbrella.

“Think this can carry three people?”

He shrugs.

“Only one way to find out.”

He takes the umbrella from her and scoops her up with the bag, holding her to his chest awkwardly, her rear seated in his palm. Seeing them getting ready to do something, Nutmegan bolts over to them just as he opens the umbrella and the pair leave the ground, she barely manages to grasp his coat as they start to go over the gap. The umbrella seems to be stable enough to support their weight without folding, but it's certainly not as fast or able to gain any more height from when they took off. As they move across the gap, Nutmegan looks down, witnessing the sight on the log below. Goldi and the Bears are caught in their own trap, with Baby Bear seeming to be screaming about bees.

Reaching the other peak, the umbrella's canopy breaks free from the shaft, dropping them just shy of the edge as the canopy flies around hazardously before impaling onto some crystal. Ignoring that they could've just as easily fallen to their death, or fallen and survived but be horribly injured, they continue moving. The great mass of crystal appears to have no entrance. Luckily it isn't blocking the way too much, there's still enough normal land to proceed upon, though the random spires of shimmering rock do make traversing a bit of a chore as they work their way from the mountainous top to the bottom.

By the time they reach the peak's base, the sun is now set and night has fallen over the land. The Dark Forest now living up to its name. The vibrant magical environment they've been wandering through is no more. The pine trees on the mountain they've descended fade into a forest of long-dead burned trees. The rich soil that so much life has sprung forth from is now blackened scorched earth. A weak smoky fog blankets the ground, obscuring footprints and paths. But this isn't a problem for them. Not when Jack has the crystal ball to help guide them. Tiny purple flowers increasing in bountifulness the deeper they go is a good sign that they're getting closer and in the right direction.

A trepidatious feeling is in the air. The anticipation as this feels like the home stretch of this arduous adventure and the end is in sight. Yet an anxiousness sets in as well, for this might be the end and anything can happen. Very little thought is given as to what might happen upon the goal being met. All focus is on the now. Got to get the map. The map is the key. The key to the wish. And it's a wish that's all for Jack.

Suddenly, after venturing through the dreariness for a while, there's a rumble that rocks the ground and a towering beam of silver light appears above the tree line, shimmering with ethereal power that bursts into the heavens. It could only be the Wishing Star. With the location now painfully obvious for all to see, Jack casts away the crystal ball. It shatters like simple weak glass with the last image on it being Puss in Boots holding the map on the Star.

“Oh ho ho! What a good boy am I.”

Jack grins and takes the bag from Lynsie, his victory so close he can almost taste it. And given how close they are to the light, it's oh it's tantalizing. A thrill hits Lynsie as they trek, her only regret being she has no weapon, having lost the axe back when they lost the tank. Oh well. If she has to go berserk and brawl like a beast, then so be it. Nutmegan gets her thoughts together. She's been through so much. But she can't let that bother her now. The mission is about to be completed. It's all or nothing. Now or never. Winner takes all.

As they approach the star-shaped crater, a voice is heard calling out in desperation.

“Kitty, Death is after me!”

Puss exclaims much the confusion of Kitty and Perrito. But they don't get to question what Puss means.

“I've been called a lot of things...”

Jack jumps down onto the star, holding his magic nanny bag. Lynsie and Nutmegan landed from their jumps on either side of him.

“But never "Death". I like it.”

He reaches into the bag and pulls out a wizard's staff, pointing at the animals ready to blast.

“That's MY wish.”

“Oi!”

Attention is drawn to Mama Bear as she leaps upon the star.

“That's Goldi's wish!”

Goldilocks vaults onto the star, followed by Baby and Papa Bear. They're all here, standing on the five points of the Wishing Star with the map at the center: the world's greatest fairy tale/nursery rhyme thieves, converging at last on the ultimate enchanted prize, the legendary LAST WISH.

It's a moment of unbearable suspense as the star slowly continues to levitate itself upwards. Eyes darting back and forth, watching everyone for the slightest move. Tensely inching at the ready to strike. The second the frightened Puss grips the map tighter, all hell breaks loose.

Everyone charges toward the center for Puss. Goldi launches herself at Puss, swinging her staff. The timid tabby just barely escapes the concussive blow. Baby Bear paw swipes at Kitty who leaps to avoid his claws. Mama and Papa block Puss in, away from Kitty.

“Grab it!”

Shouts Papa Bear as Mama Bear swipes at Puss, only Nutmegan comes diving in with her two oversized pizza cutter buzz saws, messing everything up as Puss gets dog-piled...the map escaping his paws to flutter across the surface of the star.

“Move! Outta my way!”

Jack orders while running from around the mound of bodies. Baby Bear rushes out and chases the map.

“I've got it! I've got it!”

Lynsie swoops in as Baby swipes it, only for Perrito to trip Baby before he can grab the map, resulting in them crashing while the map remains aloft.

“Don't got it!”

Goldi comes back for the steal, snagging the map on her staff, but Puss leaps on her and steals it away from her.

“That's mine!”

Jack, having none of that after everything he's gone through, blasts at Puss and is just inches from hitting the cat. But the blast is enough to make Puss drop the map just as the star breaches the crater it formed long ago. The magic of the star emanating from under it, the force pushing it up from the ground comes up to frame the very star's edges in a wall of unbound magic, its magic getting stronger enough to have a gravitation pull that draws things toward it. The map lands close by but Kitty grabs it before Jack can get it. This doesn't deter Jack, who aims with his staff like it's a musket, shooting bolts of rapid-fire magic at her with childish delight.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Kitty somersaults, dodging the indiscriminate fire as only a highly trained cat can. Unfortunately, this is when Nutmegan sees a chance to go after Kitty, thinking it would be highly unlikely for the nimble cat to dodge both projectile and melee assaults. And, given the run of luck the bakers have had when it comes to attacking when Jack does, you can see where this is going. Jack accidentally blasts Nutmegan when she stops in her tracks to slice at Kitty, knocking her to the star's edge.

“Oh, come on! You walked into that one.”

While true, it no less doesn't help the situation. Nutmegan tumbles across the surface of the star, drawn in by the magic like an unwilling moth to roaring flame. In desperation, she plunges her blades into the star in the hopes of stopping herself. But her momentum and the pull force of the magic are too strong to stop in a short distance. Her lower half enters the magic and begins to distort, unraveling her being as she's pulled in more.

“Mister Horner, I need your help!”

She pleads for her life. But Jack has his hands full, continuing to fire blasts while dodging Mama Bear.

“Duly noted, but a little busy at the moment. Pew! Pew!”

Him having way too much fun in this serious moment does little to ease her or anyone's mind. Panic kicks in as her body is pulled up with the flow of magic and her blades lose their grip. She pleads once more but to another.

“Lynn! Please!”

Lynsie, in mid-grapple with Papa Bear, casts a knowing glance to her compatriot that all but screams her fate. They knew the risks. Hell, it was made a point that was driven in over and over. This was likely a journey that meant their deaths. So when Lynsie stayed on the bear, she knew this was the end.

“Mister Horner!”

Nutmegan flails helplessly as she's engulfed in the magic, dissolving into a swarm of sparks completely obliterated, her weapons being all that remains of her and they fall with a sickeningly sad clang. Her death is witnessed and adds a new level of danger to this already messed up predicament. The cosmic wall of magic around the star isn't just for show, it's to prevent anyone from escaping when the wish is being made.

Puss, already fearful, is temporarily frozen when Nutmegan's weapons land near him. His mortality creeps on him like a stalking phantom. It's during this that Lynsie starts to lose her footing against Papa Bear who then chucks the woman skyward before gunning for Puss, swatting the cat towards the star's edge. Puss almost doesn't get his bearings straight in time to stab his dagger into the star, his smaller size and light weight helping in stopping his potential demise to the wall of cosmic magic. Lynsie comes crashing down painfully on her back, her roar of anguish is ungodly and she writhes in agony.

Kitty, still holding the map, attempts to rescue Puss while still being upset at him. Yet Goldi comes in for the grab, missing, and falls over. Kitty runs up along Goldi's staff, likely aiming to leap off to cover more ground, but she doesn't get far once Mama Bear shoulder tackles her in midair and she loses the map to her. Mama Bear, being distracted by getting the map, doesn't notice Jack has her in his sights.

“Ha-ah! It's bear season!”

Jack points his staff at her, lining up a charged shot. Only Baby Bear lunges in to defend his mother, knocking Jack back and onto the ground, startling him. Baby Bear stands over him and taunts.

“Oi! I'm gonna bust you up, plum-thumb! And then I'm going to wear your clothes!”

Jack is both confused and annoyed by this. But he also sees it as something that is easily dealt with.

“That was weird.”

He nonchalantly blasts Baby Bear, lifting him off his feet as he's sent flying across the star, a sight that has him laughing while the animal shouts in surprise. Baby Bear lands near the edge and is caught in the magnetic tug of star magic. This causes him to freak out for obvious “don't want to die” reasons.

“No, no, no! No, no, no, no!”

His frantic panic doesn't go unnoticed by his mother.

“Baby!”

“Mama, help!”

Mama Bear drops the map, rushing to her son as he starts being pulled up into the magic's flow, taking his paw in hers, but not even her weight is enough to bring her boy down and she too is pulled off the ground.

“Papa!”

“Son! I'm coming!”

Heading his family's needs, Papa Bear bounds over and grabs Mama Bear by the ankle before she can get out of reach.

“I got you!”

It's no good though. The entire bear family is being drawn into danger, linked like a daisy chain. Papa has a strong grip on his wife and is keeping them down, but Mama's grip on Baby is only with one paw...and it's slipping.

Meanwhile, with Lynsie and Puss somewhat out of action, the dog staying out of it, and Jack taking shots at Kitty, Goldilocks stands before the map. This is the opportunity she's been waiting a lifetime for. She reaches for it.

“Something's happening! Help me!”

She looks over her shoulder. Across the star, she sees the bears are in peril. She sees her family in need. The magic trying to do to Baby what it did to poor Nutmegan.

“Hang on, son!”

“I can't stop it!”

“Mama I'm slipping!”

Baby's paw slips free from Mama's grasp.

“I'm slipping...!”

Things look grim as Baby is taken by the magic. Warping, distorting, about to be pulled fully into the magic wall, when all of a sudden...Goldi comes to the rescue, snaring Baby Bear's chain with her staff and pulling his head from the magic much to the surprise of the bears. Given how she had revealed her wish was for a proper human family, they didn't think she would come to their aid when the wish was in her hands.

“Like I told you, Baby. You're the smash, I'm the grab.”

Baby is overjoyed.

“Yes! Yes!”

With a strong yank from Goldi as Papa Bear pulls the group back, they all collapse in a big furry heap. Relief comes to them as they've avoided a monumental tragedy and they recover from the exhausting experience. But it is short-lived. Since Goldi had abandoned the map, presumably her wish as well, in her rush to save her adoptive brother, Kitty made a break for it but was stopped by Lynsie who recovered enough to return to the fray. With her distracting the pesky pussycat, Jack is allowed to grab it. Puss sees this but is too far away to stop him and is still struggling to get out of the wall's pull range.

“No!”

Puss shouts and Jack savors this moment. The map is his. It's in his hands. No one can take this from him. He gives an all too pleased chuckle that drowns out the clash behind him. Determined Kitty isn't about to let Jack have his way and she's also quick to pick up on how Lynsie isn't in the best shape. Compared to when they last fought, the woman's movements are slower and less precise, likely due to the exertion or injuries sustained the entire trip. This made it a bit easier for Kitty to outmaneuver and land a blow to her face, making her reel back with a sharp snarl as her nose threatened to break again.

“Why in the face? Why does everything keep hitting me in the face?!”

But Kitty doesn't stop there. She makes a spectacular leap and, while he's not paying attention, kicks Jack HARD in his pump cherub cheeks. He staggers back, arms flailing enough to lose his wizard staff and the map. This is the last straw that breaks his enjoyment. Now he's mad and will take it out on this felonious feline. He gets to his magic bag and pulls out the bandolier belt of the Evil Queen's poison apples.

“Hey, Softpaws! How do you like THESE apples?!”

He bites the stem pin off and chucks the apple grenades at Kitty. She expertly dodges them, avoiding explosions and billowing toxic green clouds of wicked magic.

“Die! Blow up already!!”

Jack keeps tossing apples. Finally, Kitty makes an amazing cocky mid-air catch, snatching the last apple grenade in her paw.

“Soft paws~.”

She teases and Jack can't roll his eyes hard enough as he groans at her arrogance. He's always hated this cocky cat and this just makes it worse. She throws the apple back at Jack. It explodes! Jack, remarkably for someone of his size, is tossed back by the bombardment. But his weight grants him the luck of only being moved a couple of feet as he falls on his rump. Shaken, but near his bag, Jack seems to speak with great solemnity...as he scoots closer to his magical arsenal.

“Okay, okay, you know, maybe it's time to bury...”

His hand slips into the bag and he grabs the first weapon that he can get his mitts on. Coincidentally, it fits in with what he was going to say.

“The HATCHET!”

Jack whips out an axe, which is hatchet size compared to one as large as he, out of his bag. But before he can use it, Kitty delivers a swift two-legged jump kick to his jaw that sends him tumbling backward into the bag's endless depths.

“Oh, I shouldn't have telegraphed it...!”

Kitty is about to shut the bag with her foot when Lynsie comes up behind her and savagely delivers a double hammer fist strike to the back of her head.

“You insignificant cur!”

She steps on Kitty's head and starts applying pressure, making the cat yowl.

“You dare stand in his way?! You're just a miserable bump in the road for better souls to run over on their way to get what's rightfully theirs. A bump I will take great pleasure in smoothing out...painfully!”

She growls, pressing harder and Kitty screams.

“Not so cocky now, are you? Now you fear me. You finally see I'm a threat. And you? You're just a pitiful stray. You have nothing. You are nothing. And all you'll ever be is a messy smear under my-...!”

Her words are cut off with a harsh cry. Puss had finally managed to get out of the wall's draw range and taken advantage of Lynsie's focus on Kitty, leaping onto her back and sinking his claws in. The pain in her damaged back has her thrashing erratically to get him off. Perrito runs to Kitty, checking if she's okay, which apart from a bloody nose and a really bad headache she is. Lynsie scrambles, reaching as best she can behind herself to grab Puss but he keeps moving around and digging his claws in more. Eventually, she snags his cape, yanking it up as she lets herself fall back, not letting Puss avoid being slammed under her. She's quick to roll off and, still clutching his cape, gets in his dazed face. Luck finally shines on Puss though, as Kitty continues to do what she does best, kicking Lynsie in the back and knocking Puss free as she stumbles. A stumble that would normally be easy to recover from if it hadn't been for Kitty shoving her towards Perrito who just so happened to nudge the bag in her direction, causing her to topple into the unfathomable abyss. This time, the bag is shut tight.

[Inside the magic bag.]

In the darkened void, Lynsie plummets into the darkness, various random items pass by as they float in the nothingness. A sense of weightlessness and disorientation adds to the falling feeling. There is no up. There is no down. There is no left. There is no right. All there is is openness. Openness and darkness.

“Damn it!”

Her senses snap into alert at the sound of his voice. The falling ceases and converts to levitation.

“Jack?”

Hearing her voice in the vastness gets his attention.

“Oh, come on! You're in here too? How did that happen?”

She listens, carefully following his voice and moving around the menagerie of collectibles.

“You know that thing when you get a bit too lost in being threatening?”

“You got distracted monologuing? Wow, that's lame.”

“I'm sorry, but is the pot trying to call the kettle black for doing something similar?”

He groans and resumes looking through the items around him.

“You're lucky I don't have time to waste on your sass. Now get over here and help me.”

She finds him in his rummaging, getting to his side.

“What's the plan, Jack?”

“What do you think? We need to get out of here before they make a wish.”

“I figure that. I mean, what item specifically?”

He moves a few things and finds the small "Drink Me" bottle.

“The magic snacks. If anything is going to be enough to force this bag open, it'll be that. And if this thing is here, then it's gotta be close by. So get looking!”

She nods and moves past him, scouring the miscellaneous commodities for what he needs.

[Outside on the star.]

The map slowly floats back down on celestial winds. Perrito jumps into the air and catches it. He slides to a stop in front of Puss and puts the map down.

“Yeah, I don't know what to do with this. But if you think you need those lives...”

Perrito nudges the map with his muzzle and Puss gently takes it.

“Thank you, Perrito.”

But the would-be therapy dog isn't done with the cat quite yet.

“You know, I've only ever had one life. But sharing it with you and Kitty has made it pretty special. Maybe one life is enough.”

That resonates with Puss. He looks over his shoulder to Kitty, seeing the hurt still on her face as she knows he's just once more choosing his legend over her. But, before he can come up with a decent response, a WHISTLE rises from nowhere and from everywhere in a hauntingly eerie echo. A whistle Puss knows well by now. The thing is, he's for once not the only one able to hear it. Goldi hears it. The bears hear it. Kitty and Perrito hear it. And as the dread causes Puss to tense, he turns around and sees...HIM.

A large silvery-grey bipedal wolf with an elongated snout appears, walking through the enchanted wall of cosmic magic as if it isn't there. But this fella is no ordinary being and makes itself known. The darker grey fur around his eyes and on top of his muzzle highlight the bright blood red of its eyes as they sit in a black void-like sclera. Donned in a black riding cloak, its forearms wrapped in bindings, and brown trousers that are wrapped at his ankles, it holds out at its sides a pair of razor-sharp sickles. This is Death. And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or in any other fancy way. This is Death, straight up.

“Who's that?”

Perrito asks Puss, to which he answers.

“He's here for me.”

Death skims his sickles across the star's surface, creating sparks before slicing the blades upward and summoning crimson flames that encircle Puss. Isolating him. Kitty's eyes widen and she rushes over to catch Perrito as the fire knocks him away.

“Puss!”

She calls out in worry as Death stalks to the center of the area with Puss, savoring the moment. It's one on one time and Puss has nowhere left to run or hide.

“I've enjoyed the chase, gato. But I think we've reached the end now, you and I.”

Death clashes its blades together, the sound ringing out across the star and its eyes flash like a lightning strike. Fear makes Puss's heart race and he looks at the map, the wish incantation appearing to him like a free escape he can take. Death notices.

“You gonna take the coward's way out? Run away to more lives? Or are you gonna fight?!”

Death taunts Puss and tosses something that lands at the cat's feet...His sword. The one he lost when Death first appeared to challenge him who knows how long ago now.

“Pick it up.”

Death says while clashing his blades again. Puss looks down at the rapier and then incantation on the map, considering.

“Go on. Pick it up!”

Now it's more like a demand. Death wants Puss to try to fight. To make this game more fun. For Death knows mortals better than anyone. No one can ever truly beat Death, but those who try to make things all the more interesting. Sadly, most don't try. They run. They don't go into that sweet goodnight with honor. And when it comes to this tabby who “laughs in the face of Death”, nothing would be more delicious than to put Puss in his place. No one disrespects Death. No one.

Once again, the sound of Puss's heartbeat deafens him as his life begins to flash before his eyes. But, unlike when this first happened, where he saw moments from all of his previous lives, now he only sees scenes from his current present life, happy and impactful moments with Kitty and Perrito.

He sees the day he was found as a kitten. He sees the day his adoptive mother gave him his boots. He sees his meeting Perrito at Mama Luna's. He sees reuniting with Kitty at Jack Horner's trophy room and getting kicked in the face. He sees the cuteness battle he had with Kitty that made Perrito so excited. He sees the three of them smelling the posies. He sees the tender moment of Kitty caressing his face after he asked for her to cut off his beard. He sees the comforting moment when Perrito helped him calm down from his panic attack at the canyon. And he sees more moments of him reconnecting with Kitty after believing they could never be together again after the whole thing with Santa Coloma.

It's all of this that finally sets Puss straight. His racing heart settles as tears well in his now fresh eyes.

“What's the matter? Lives flashing before your eyes?”

Death taunts.

“No. Just one.”

Puss's face and voice carry a new resolve.

“I'm done running.”

Puss drops the map and kicks up his sword into his paw, accepting the challenge, he faces down Death knowing he has no lives to spare but no longer in fear because of it.

“Fear me, if you dare.”

The legendary Puss in Boots is reborn! Death takes this in and chuckles, amused by the cat's boldness.

“This is going to be fun.”

With that, Death and Puss run at each other, both leaping into the air for a mid-air clash. They land and Death is unfazed, but Puss is a little frazzled though he recovers quickly. It's honestly an awe-inspiring clash. Their silhouettes appear like they're dancing, and in a sense they are. A beautiful dance of fast-paced footwork and rhythmic timing to the song of ringing steel. After a series of furious exchanges, Puss manages to counter a blow and climb up Death's arm enough do to Death what Kitty did to Jack. A two-legged kick to Death's jaw knocks the wolf back. Most would be mad for being dealt such a blow. But not Death. No...Death is pleased. Because now it knows it has a real fight on its hands. And that means it doesn't have to hold back anymore.

“Bien. Muy bien.” (Good. Very good.)

Death connects it's sickles end to end into one menacing two-headed scythe. It gives off a Grim Reaper vibe as it spins the weapon adroitly and then attacks. This new turn in the tide of the battle throws Puss, the fear of doubt creeping in and it's enough for Death to take the upper hand. With a swipe, Death shreds Puss's cape. With another, it slices into one of Puss's boots. With another, it casts off Puss's hat. And with a blunt bash with the staff of the scythe, Puss is knocked back, sending Puss's sword flying. After all those blows, Puss is rendered helpless. Death literally cutting the legend apart.

“Tsk, tsk. You really gotta stop losing that.”

Kitty and Dog look on from outside, alarmed, as Death seeks to end this fight on a high note. For whom does Death toll the bell? It tolls for Puss! With a flourish, Death swings the scythe intending to decapitate the cat. However...At the last second, Puss pulls out Kitty's dagger and blocks a savage blow. Surprising Death as he rides the strike's momentum to be reunited with his hat before ducking another hit, slipping under Death, and sprinting to his sword with all the swagger he's known for.

“Say hello to my gatito blade.”

Death is stunned for a second and Kitty is thrilled. Renewed determination fuels Puss, he goes on the offensive and charges Death with both blades, shockingly putting the entity on the defensive. Death sees an opportunity to strike but Puss avoids the blow, lands on the scythe, and cuts the shaft in half before leaping off. Death is starting to get baffled. How is this possible? Sensing this in his opponent, Puss rushes Death and Death has just enough time to grab the now separate sickles to block the lunge Puss is doing. Holding the sword's blade in that of the sickles, Death launches Puss skyward. Puss uses this to ready his signature windmill spin and Death sees this coming. Puss tried this on Death when they first met and it ended with Death nearly killing the cat. So the reaper isn't worried here. They can read this move and have a counter all set. But...Something else happens. Where normally this move has Puss spin into his sword and leaving him open, he spins into a kick that bypasses Death counter. Puss's boot heels land full force squarely in Death's face. The impact smacks the wolf away, tumbling over as the sickles clatter onto the star's surface, one landing by the battered beast.

In a brave and respectful move, Puss kicks the other sickle over so that Death has its weapons back.

“Pick it up.”

Mirroring their encounters, Puss uses Death's words, and the wolf is taken aback by this cat.

“I know I can never defeat you, Lobo. But I will never stop fighting for this life.”

Death rumbles a growl. Something isn't right here. Taking up its weapons, Death steps slowly toward Puss, staring down this tabby as he points his sword at literal DEATH. Instead of attack, the wolf lunges its face down to Puss's level, snarling as they're eye to eye. A deep penetrating stare-off happens for a moment as Death reads Puss's soul, the anger in the wolf's eyes is apparent. Teeth bared, snarling worsens, and it all boils over in a rage fit as the wolf turns around to hit the star.

“Grrr...¿Por qué diablos fui a jugar con mi comida?” (Why the hell did I play with my food?)

Death shouts in frustration much to Puss's confusion

“Arggggghh! You're ruining this for me.”

The wolf instantly is back in Puss's face, startling the stabby tabby.

“I came here for an arrogant little legend who thought he was immortal.”

Puss just meets Death's gaze. No doubt about it, this is a changed gato. No longer the kind to be so frivolous with his life. And with a reluctant sigh, Death relents.

“But I don't see him anymore.”

Relief hits Puss and a breath escapes him that he hadn't realized he was holding. Death spins his sickles like a gunslinger, holsters them, and turns away.

“Live your life, Puss in Boots. Live it well.”

Death begins to walk away but gives one last pause to look back at the cat that redeemed himself.

“You know we will meet again, right?”

Puss gives a subtle nod.

“Sí. Hasta la muerte.” (Yes. Until death.)

Satisfied, Death whistles their tune while stepping through the crimson flames and vanishes. As the fire ebbs, Perrito runs up to Puss and Kitty follows.

“You know, when you said Death was after you, I thought you were being melodramatic.”

Puss smiles, taking a moment to retrieve the map before offering it to her.

“The wish is yours. You deserve someone you can trust.”

She, for a moment, reaches for it but then pulls away much to Puss's surprise.

“I don't need it. I've got what I've wished for. No magic required.”

It's a touching scene. A sweet and peaceful resolution to a chaotic escapade. Or so it seemed.

[Back in the magic bag.]

Lynsie sifts through the endless collection of items, her hands brushing against a variety of magical and mundane objects. Jack continues his search on his end, muttering to himself about the inconvenience of the situation. After what feels like an eternity, she spots a delicate-looking cake-like cookie with a label that says "Eat Me". She grabs it and moves back to him.

“Found it.”

He turns around to her and she puts it in his hand. A malevolent grin comes to him.

“Good. Now, let's get out of here. I've got a wish to make, and I won't let those fairy tale rejects take it from me.”

Without hesitation he chomps into the sweet treat loudly, deliberately chewing in a rush to devour the entire thing. Once he's eaten it, he gives a resounding belch that had enough force that the bag opens itself. The cookie's wrapper lofts its way out of the bag.

“Ah...Magic snacks.”

He sighs with satisfaction and she, knowing the story the treat comes from, clings to his coat at the shoulder.

It happens so fast.

The magic affects Jack and he grows rapidly. With a delightful chuckle, he reaches towards the opening, his gargantuan hand coming out with his signature purple thumb up as if mocking all around the bag and his palm plants firmly on the star. Using it as leverage as his other hand pulls on the opening, he pushes himself free, rising from the now tiny bag like a wicked genie from a lamp.

“Holy frijoles.”

Puss is gobsmacked, Kitty gasps, and Perrito whimpers nervously. Goldi and the Bears get back on their feet, not sure what they can do but they move out of the way as best they can without being pulled into the wall of magic. Standing tall like a fabled giant atop a beanstalk, Jack kicks the bag off his shoe and sends it flying over the wall of cosmic magic. And there now gripping his coat's collar, Lynsie stabilizes herself and sits on his shoulder much like a parrot to a pirate.

“I was worried for a second I'd come out naked, but my clothes grew too! Cool.”

Jack leans down and stretches out one massive hand, snatching the map with ease. Puss and Kitty are holding on by the edges.

“Thank you.”

Jack flicks the map and sends the cats hurtling for the wall of magical death. However, Papa Bear grabs them before they can enter the wall.

“Gotcha!”

The group huddles together as an overwhelming force exerts itself from the star now that Jack has the map. The map is tiny in his massive hands, it's like the size of a playing card compared to him. But that doesn't matter so long as he can hold it and read it.

“The LAST WISH. It's mine!”

Jack chuckles as the star begins to power up, cosmic magic swirling around him as the incantation sparkles to life on the map.

“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight.”

The more of the incantation Jack reads, the more magic is drawn from the star to him. It's a sight that kind of dumps salt in the tense wound that was made when DEATH showed up. Because if Jack gets his way and makes his wish come true, no good will come of it. This is something Perrito recognizes must be stopped. So the tiny dog runs up to the massive magic-hording megalomaniac much to the shock of the group. But...it does inspire them.

“I wish I may, I wish I might; have this wish...”

“Señor Horner!”

“What?”

Jack lowers the map, distracted, confused to see the dog he was going to shoot in the face hours ago now gazing up at him for his attention.

“Please don't make that wish. Please?”

Jack glances at Lynsie who is just as weirded out about this as he is. When that doesn't work, Perrito kicks his plan into overdrive...Beg harder and be cute! So the poor pup strains himself to do as Puss and Kitty can.

“Pleeease?”

One of the dog's eyes is twitching, getting bigger in a rather disturbing way and it only makes things weirder.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

“Oh god, what's wrong with it?”

Perrito strains even harder, his face contorting.

“Plee-ease...?”

“Seriously, are you having a hernia or something?”

“I think I'm going to be sick.”

Perrito, with all its freaky little doggy might, strains his heart out.

“Pretty...Pleee-eeeeease!!!!”

Suddenly, the dog's face isn't a vomit-inducing nightmare. It looks up and is the cutest thing ever. He did it, he landed the feline cuteness trick. His eyes are big, dewy, and absolutely adorable. This is an attack on the senses none of them were prepared for and Jack seems profoundly moved as Lynsie awes.

“They're such pools of vulnerability.”

Perrito adds to this by making little begging whimpers and widening his eyes more.

“It's so cute...How you think that would work on me! Don't you know I'm dead inside? By the way, your nose is bleeding.”

But Jack is immune to all things cute. It takes way more than puppy eyes to make this man feel anything. And Lynsie knows that for a fact. With that, the cuteness wears off and Perrito wipes his bleeding snout, yet...he's smirking.

“Oh. I was just buying some time...for Team Friendship.”

“Team what?”

Alertness kicks in for Lynsie as she looks behind Jack to see Baby Bear charging up, Puss and Kitty perched on Goldi's staff.

“Jack!”

Jack turns as Baby Bear launches Goldi into the air. Goldi spins the staff at high speed, flinging the cats even higher as Jack attempts to grab them. The cats slip through his splayed fingers but Goldi vaults onto his arm and now Lynsie takes off. The two women clashed on his upper arm. Now, Jack could make this easier and swat Goldi away, but nay nay. His attention is elsewhere. His eyes followed the cats as they soared heroically upward, swords catching starlight, before descending sharply to precisely bury their blades right under Jack's giant thumbnails. A sight that makes the bears cringe in pain.

“Spanish Splinter!”

Puss and Kitty say in unison as if they performed some grand trick. And in milliseconds, the most unforgettable incredible pain shoots through Jack's system. It jerks his very core. His entire body reels and in an instinctual reaction, he shakes his hands to force the cause of the pain to go away. This does quite a few things. The first thing, it makes him let go of the map. The second thing, it jostles Lynsie and Goldi, resulting in Goldi sucker smacking Lynsie with her staff to prevent her from getting in the way as she leaps after the map. The third, while the cats let go of their blades Jack is further distracted by removing them from his now very sore thumbs. And lastly, the most important of all things that come of this, now Goldi and the cats have the map. Once Jack and Lynsie have their bearings again, he reaches for the map. Goldi, Kitty, and Puss lock eyes before they deliberately rip the map apart!

While a smart move in the sense of preventing Jack from making his wish, the thing is, the map is intrinsically linked to the star itself. So when the map is ripped, the STAR ITSELF RIPS. A jagged crack splintering down its center. Raw energy surges as its surface buckles. It bubbles and bursts with volcanic stardust. The star is collapsing, folding in on itself, burning with imploding enchantments.

“What have you done?! No!”

Jack scurries after the pieces of the map, trying to collect them all and put them back together. As for everyone else, they bolt to get off the star as it falls back down to the crater, the cosmic wall of magic fading as the star is unable to maintain it.

“The map! My wish!”

“To your right! There's one!”

Jack remains in the center with Lynsie pointing out pieces. Goldi and the Bears claw up a nearly vertical splinter of the star with Kitty and Puss following them, Puss holding onto Perrito like a protective parent. They all make a final desperate leap to the crater's edge, landing a little sloppily but safely.

The Wishing Star, still crumbling but not completely lost, slips back into the crater which brims with molten silvery star-stuff. Jack gathers up the fragments of the map and lucky for him they knit magically back together.

“It's mine.”

Jack laughs in victory, having pulled a win from the unfair jaws of defeat, but then realizes that there's one piece still missing that leaves a hole in the center of the map.

“Y-Y-Y-You looking for something?”

That voice. It hits them both like a punch to the gut. In flies the phoenix with Gimini on its back. But what they zone in on is what the bug is holding...the missing piece.

“Hey now. There's no need to do anything hasty and regrettable.”

Lynsie tries to talk things out but that's a ship that has long since sailed and she sees it in the bug's eyes.

“Throw me!”

Jack quickly does as she says, throwing her at the bird and bug.

“Consider this my resignation, mister!”

Gimini tosses the last piece of the map up and the phoenix rears back, flame building in it's throat.

“Ember, no!!”

But it's too late, the phoenix spits its fire before Lynsie's hand can clasp it, and all she gets is a face full of ash that blinds her, causing her to crash into one of the splintered points of the star. With that piece cremated, the map can't be completed and therefore turns to ash in Jack's hands. This is devastating to him. So much so that it triggers his right eye to twitch as his mind struggles with having come so far and been denied his desire. Not only that but it was denied to him by magical beings. Oh cruel irony. The space under him gives way, his foot breaks through the shattered surface of the star and he's plunged waist-deep into the star.

“Oh! What did I do to deserve this?”

He tries to move around, push, and climb on shattered bits of the star, but it's all too broken at this point. The star's core acts like quicksand and it's pulling him slowly under. It's at this moment that Lynsie recovers from her brief concussion to grasp the situation. The map is gone. The star is going to explode. Jack is sinking into it. And there's no time to look for the bag for something to help. This is the worst of all worst-case scenarios. She freezes. Guilt hitting her. Her heart starts to thunder and she hyperventilates.

Why? Why couldn't she have done better?! This really is all her fault. If she was better, none of this would've happened!

“I mean, what specifically...?”

As Jack sinks away even more, his head about to go under, his eyes catch hers and it stops her heart.

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Lynsie lies on the cold, damp floor, her body aching and battered. The room is dark, illuminated only by the occasional flicker of lightning outside. Her mind races with pain and the echoes of her mother's harsh words.

But no more.

Despite the physical and emotional pain, the spark of defiance burn within her. Summoning every ounce of strength, Lynsie pushes herself off the floor. The room spins for a moment, but determination steadies her shaky legs, the pain a constant reminder of the cruelty she endures. She can't bear the thought of another night like this, of a life under the whims of a heartless mother. Not anymore. Not after knowing there are better people away from here. The words of Jack and the memories of the Horners linger in her mind, their kindness and warmth providing a flicker of hope in the darkness. She clings to the flickering hope they ignited within her heart with an iron will.

She glances around the room, her eyes settling on a small window just a foot higher than her. It's her only way out. Silently, she approaches the window, careful not to make a sound. The rain outside masks any noise she might make. The window is stuck, but that can't stop her now. Her resolve is solidifying.

She backs up to the locked door, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. She mentally counts to three before sprinting and with all the effort she can muster, she leaps. Luck graces her with a merciful gift as the clap of thunder booms when she smashes through and hits the ground hard.

Pain racks her every nerve yet she can't allow herself to dwell on it. She can't risk getting caught. So despite her body wanting to quit, she takes off on all fours like an animal. The thicket outside is dense, but she moves through it regardless, guided only by the moonlight filtering through the storm clouds. The rain continues to pour, washing away the remnants of her tears and the stains of her ordeal.

As she navigates the thicket and enters the woods, her mind races. She needs a plan, a destination where she can find refuge and perhaps a chance at a better life. The Horners, though gone, remain a beacon of inspiration. She recalls the stories they shared about their travels, the places they visited, and the people they met. Perhaps, if she's lucky, she can find them again. If by some miracle she can she'd be eternally grateful.

Her journey is arduous, filled with obstacles and uncertainties. The rain-soaked muddy ground makes each step a struggle, and the darkness conceals the path ahead. Yet, fueled by the desperate desire for freedom, she presses on, guided only by the distant hope of a life different from the one she leaves behind.

She navigates the shadows, avoiding any areas that might betray her presence. The waning storm provides a cloak of anonymity as the sounds of thunder and rain drown out her strained breath that comes in ragged gasps, a mixture of pain, fear, and determination. The moon occasionally pierces through the thick clouds, offering fleeting moments of visibility.

After what feels like an eternity and on the verge of collapse, she stumbles upon a small clearing where the trees seem to be sparse. Exhausted and disoriented, she takes a moment to catch her breath. The storm having subsided some time ago, however long that was she knows not, and the rustling leaves around her create an eerie backdrop to her clandestine escape. As she peers through the darkness, she notices a faint glimmer of light in the distance.

Curiosity propels her forward, and as she cautiously approaches, the light eventually reveals itself to be a fire surrounded by a makeshift campsite. Silhouetted figures huddle around the fire, their faces hidden in her blurring vision. She hesitates at the edge of the clearing, uncertain of whether these strangers pose a threat.

The group seems to be a motley crew of individuals, dressed in ragtag clothing. As her tired mind contemplates what to do next, the group notices her presence. Their eyes assess the young bedraggled girl teetering at the edge of their makeshift camp. From the shadows the leader appears, a grizzled figure comes up behind her, looming over the small girl and getting a good look at her while she's unaware.

The scent of fresh iron? No...Copper. The scent of blood permeates off the girl.

Out of his curiosity, the man makes himself known and nearly startles her out of her skin. She moves away from him like a nervous deer and into the light of the fire, gaining a horrified reaction from the others in the camp. Her back, when her hair moves out of the way, is still openly wounded and the blue of the fabric is stained in moist dark red. The group exchanges glances with one another thoughtfully. This kid was tough to be out for god knows how long while beaten this bad and bleeding. There's potential in someone like that. Without a word they make a choice, they'll take the kid in and train her. Give her the guidance and skills to make her into something no one would ever consider a victim again.

Before such things can be told to her, fatigue and her injuries win out over her dwindling strength, she slumps to the ground as everything goes dark. The last thing to go through her mind was the Horners. She has to see them again. She has to thank them. She has to repay them for all they did for her.

She vows to them.

She vows to Jack.

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Her eyes water rapidly.

“I won't leave you...”

Against every sane and rational instinct in her body, she runs to him.

“I won't leave you!”

Jack's head goes under and all that remains out is his right arm, but even that is gradually sinking. The others watch from the crater's edge, a surprisingly sad moment considering the people they're watching were trying to kill them this entire quest. Still, there's a sliver of sympathy on their faces as they see Lynsie weeping while traversing the doomed star to reach Jack.

This isn't right. This wasn't how this was supposed to end. All Lynsie wanted was to help Jack be happy. Was that so wrong? Is the road to Hell truly paved with good intentions? Because it certainly seemed like it. She had failed her one mission in this life. She had failed him. She was willing to embrace this as her end. But she can't accept this for Jack. If one of them should live, she'd gladly have it be him. Yet...He'd probably be mad at her for dying. That would mean she'd be leaving him and that's something she can't do. Maybe it's the emotional rush mixing with desperate adrenaline, but a strange thought comes to her. Sure, it might be wishful thinking, but it gave her the smallest sense of hope...She saw the map incantation when Jack was reading it.

“Star light, star bright, First star I see tonight.”

Jack flashes a final monumental purple thumbs-down, his arm submerging.

“I wish I may, I wish I might, Have this wish I wish tonight.”

She dives onto his hand and clasps him for dear life as they sink into the molten magical core of the star.

“I wish...”

Her voice fades as they disappear into the star. More and more, the star crumples in on itself till it doesn't even resemble a star. The pressure builds to a blinding crescendo as the star explodes, funneling enchanted power out of the crater and into the very depths of space from whence it came. The cosmos shines with silver ethereal light. Once it returns, it glows as the brightest star from the farthest view. Millions of shooting stars scatter across the sky in its wake. It's magical. Beautiful. And breathtaking.

Puss and Kitty stare up at the most romantic night sky in history. The falling stars streak across the heavens like vibrant rain.

“I hate to say it, but should we make a wish?”

Kitty comments and Puss puts a paw to her cheek.

“Kitty, one life spent with you is all that I could wish for.”

Perriot joins Puss and Kitty as they sit down to watch the celestial display. Now that the star is gone, the magic casting the illusionary boundary of the Dark Forest begins to evaporate, resembling fairy dust falling like gentle snow.

Next to them are Goldi and the Bears who, now having time to let everything sink in, have a bit of a heartfelt moment. Especially Baby Bear.

“You saved my life, sis. You was gonna make the wish but you didn't make the wish ‘cause you wanted to save your family...”

“Shhh...”

Goldi comforts her brother who's gotten a wee bit emotional to the point that it's hard to make out words..

“...and I was really scared. And then...”

Goldi hugs his head before giving him a nuggie.

“Oi, don't get so blubbery about it. Whose porridge would I eat otherwise?”

Baby just smiles and wipes the tears from his eyes.

“I'm sorry you didn't get your wish, Goldi-love.”

Mama Bear puts a loving paw on her daughter's back.

“But I did, Mama. I did get my wish.”

Goldi looks at her family and her eyes well up.

“Everything is just right.”

She embraces Mama and the loving bear hugs her daughter tight.

“Oh! Oh, now you've made me cry.”

Papa and Baby join in for a group hug, a sweet familial moment. When they do separate, Goldi gets her staff and smiles at them.

“Now, what say we all go home and hibernate?”

Papa Bear loves this idea.

“Goldi, you're a chip off the old block, you are.”

“Well, what can I say? I won the orphan lottery.”

Goldi climbs up on Baby Bear's back and gives a wink to Perrito, the dog winks right back. She and the bears give a nod of respect to their former rivals.

“Softpaws. Boots.”

Puss tips his hat to them.

“Goldi.”

Kitty nods.

“Bears.”

And with that, the bears head off.

“Hey, Baby, you got any ideas for our next job?”

Baby Bear takes a second before a brilliant idea pops into his mind.

“Oh! Remember that pie factory? I suspect that they might be experiencing a leadership vacuum.”

A little on the dark side to think of taking over a company whose owner just died in front of them. But who cares? There's pie! It's not like the rest of the family minds either. Mama Bear seems tickled pink.

“Oooh! Family business! Oh, how exciting!”

Out of nowhere, Gimini floats over and lands on Baby's nose.

“Now's a good time to talk about ethical business practices.”

Yeah...Maybe don't do this if you're a bug, because...

“Ah! There's a talking cockroach on my nose! Get it off! Get it off!”

“Hold still.”

Goldi raises her staff.

“O-O-Oh, now wait just a second...”

Goldi tries to swat the bug but ends up bopping Baby hard on the nose.

“Owww!”

She keeps swinging though.

“Hey! Hang on!”

The bug pleads. And who knows, maybe they'll listen once Goldi's done trying to smash him. Either way, Goldil, the Three Bears, and Gimini continue back into the forest to leave. Chattering chaotically into the view of the moon as it sets halfway on the horizon.

Back with Puss, Kitty, and Perrito.

“Hey, Perrito, about that name. Let's pick one out for you.”

Puss says and Kitty gets excited.

“Yeah! Oh, what about Chiquito?”

“Chomper! What do you think, Perrito? Chomper, no?”

“I've got it! I got it! How about...Jeff.”

“Jeff?”

“Yeah.”

“He doesn't have a Jeff's face.”

Perriot snickers.

“You know, if it's the same to you, I think I'll just stick with Perrito. I kinda like it, since that's what my friends call me.”

This dog is too adorable for its own good. Puss and Kitty smile lovingly at him.

“Then Perrito it shall be.”

The three of them look happily to a sky filled with stars and a future full of promise. The brightness of dawn starting to peak out just a ways away.

“You know, to be honest, Chomper is pretty good.”

Puss comments.

“Yeah, but no.”

Perrito ends that one before it can stick.

“Well, we'll keep workshopping it.”

Puss laughs as a final star streaks across the sky. The trio remains there for a bit longer before they too take their leave of this fantastical land. No one may have used the wish, but they all got what they wanted all the same. And that was what was most important in the end. They all wanted the wish for their own reasons, only to learn along the way that they didn't need it.

Goldilocks wanted to wish for her real family, but passed up the wish to save her adoptive one, and realized she'd had a real family all along in that of the Three Bears.

Kitty wanted to wish for someone she could truly trust and would never betray her, though she turned it down when she finally saw that Puss had become that 'someone'.

Puss in Boots wanted to wish back his Nine Lives but learned his lesson that one life is all one needs to truly live.

The only one who didn't learn this life-changing lesson of "be happy with what you already have" was Jack. "Big" Jack Horner wanted to wish to be the absolute master of all magic and keep all magic for himself but instead met his doom in the collapsing Wishing Star.

Oh, if only he had gotten to have the map for even a short time on this adventure. The map judged whoever was holding it and made varied obstacles in the land to expose the heart of the holder, forcing them to confront their fears, admit their character flaws, and change their thinking/behavior to navigate their way safely through the personalized locations.

But such was not the case though. Jack never got his change of heart or big character redemption arc. Not like it would have had a real effect on the man, the guy may not have been about world domination, but he'd watch the world burn if it would mean he'd get his way. Still, it would've been fair and interesting if he had the opportunity. Sadly now this will never be. Jack is dead. Along with all that followed him.

Or so it seemed.

[To be concluded in the epilog.]

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This was such a great “fill-in” chapter, adding to the character development and setting they find themselves in. Dialogue is perfect, sets the tone beautifully. I’ve said it before, but what would we do without Hosea? He is literally Arthur’s Giminy Cricket in his quest to become a real boy. And I am so glad that Kate understands him so well and has endless patience for Arthur.

The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee

Summary: Arthur and Hosea share meaningful conversation after a night of advertising some moonshine. Meanwhile Kate finds herself involved in a dubious mission with John and the boys. She patches up Arthur as the day ends with an air of unspoken desire. Ao3 Wattpad Masterlist - All Chapters TW: Brief mention of suicide, body image issues, eating disorder. Period typical racism. Tag List: @photo1030 @ariacherie @thatweirdcatlady **please let me know if you would like to be tagged in future chapters!

AN: Another long one, ~8k words. The end had me giggling and kicking my feet. I hope you enjoy! Comments and criticism are always welcome :) Story Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Ch 11 - And Felt The Pulse Beat Fast

Kate and I met this strange young bastard, Beau, and his forbidden love Penelope. Poor kids are just lookin’ for freedom but they’re stuck in some old family feud they ain’t even a part of. We delivered some letters for them, Kate insisted on it. I gave her grief about it at first, but she was determined to go out of her way for these kids. Woman’s got a heart of gold.

Somehow, I ended up marching as a suffragette, the looks of loathing on the face of the locals amused me. I don’t know much about good causes, but I enjoyed my little experience riding alongside them. Kate showed me there’s more than one path, she chose to do the right thing and we still managed to gather some useful information.

She makes my head dizzy sometimes, this woman. Came right out and asked to kiss me again! I choked up bad. She’s always speaking her mind, like she ain’t afraid of nothing. I love that about her. I wanted to kiss her, but I knew I couldn’t. I just can not do that to her. She’s been through too much already, and she deserves a good man.

And I don’t deserve that kinda happiness.

Arthur woke the next morning with a heavy weight on his chest, the remnants of a sleepless night etched into the lines of his weary face. Kate's tender words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody, refusing to fade with the dawn. No one had spoken to him with such honesty and vulnerability in ages, and Arthur couldn't shake the memory of disappointment flickering in Kate's eyes when he couldn't reciprocate her feelings. As much as his heart longed to kiss and hold her again.

As he lay there, Arthur's thoughts drifted back to Mary, the woman he once loved. He recalled the night he proposed to her, the anticipation heavy in the air, only to be met with the sting of rejection. Mary wanted him to leave behind his life of danger, to embrace a quieter existence with her, far from the chaos of the gang. Arthur understood her desire for simplicity, but he couldn't abandon the gang; the family that needed him. He pleaded with Mary to join him, but she refused, unwilling to sever ties with her own family, especially her younger brother.

Now, years later, Arthur felt he had strayed too far down a path of darkness to ever deserve happiness again. The memory of Mary's rejection lingered as a painful reminder of his inability to change, to be the man she needed. He believed himself beyond redemption, resigned to a life devoid of the joy he once craved.

To his surprise, Kate appeared unfazed by Arthur's refusal the previous night. She greeted him in the morning with her usual warmth, as if their conversation had not left a lingering tension between them. They shared breakfast together, engaging in easy conversation that helped ease some of the weight on Arthur's shoulders. Kate mentioned that she had already discussed their findings with Hosea, who wanted to meet with Arthur later that evening regarding a potential job at the Braithwaite estate.

Her calm demeanor brought Arthur a sense of comfort amid his inner turmoil. As they finished their meal, Kate gracefully excused herself to resume her tasks with the other girls. She promised to join him for dinner as usual, maintaining their routine without skipping a beat. Arthur watched her go about her duties with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. Despite his fears of pushing her away, Kate seemed to understand. And didn’t think ill of him for it.

As the day unfolded, Arthur found himself immersed in a job orchestrated by Uncle—an opportunity to stage a simple yet lucrative payroll robbery. He teamed up with Charles and together they executed the heist with precision. The stagecoach robbery went off without a hitch, yielding a substantial sum that brought a brief sense of satisfaction to Arthur, feeling like a proper thief he was raised to be.

As the sun began its descent, Arthur sought out Hosea near the hidden stash of stolen moonshine. He detailed his failed attempt to sell back the stolen moonshine to the Braithwaites. Hosea recounted how they had approached the Braithwaite matriarch with an offer, only to be met with a cold rejection. The old woman haughtily declared that they deserved no reward for returning what she considered rightfully hers. Instead, in a spiteful act of retribution, she offered a meager ten dollars to distribute the moonshine for free at Mr. Gray's saloon.

Arthur was puzzled by the Braithwaite's response. Hosea clarified that it was a calculated move—a means of exacting revenge on the Grays and the town drunks. By turning the intoxicated patrons into even greater fools for the night, the Braithwaites hoped to incite chaos and leave Sheriff Gray to deal with the ensuing fallout.

Amidst the chaos of the moonshine-fueled night at Mr. Gray's saloon, Arthur assumed his familiar role as "Fenton," a persona he had adopted in previous schemes alongside Hosea. The act required him to play the part of Hosea’s younger idiot brother, who also happened to be mute. His only job was keeping glasses filled without uttering a single word. Though Arthur despised the charade, he couldn't suppress a chuckle at the absurdity of their antics—the lengths they would go to for a successful heist.

Draped in the guise of Fenton, Arthur navigated the rowdy patrons, handing out moonshine liberally as the atmosphere inside the saloon grew increasingly raucous. The scene was a stark reminder of earlier days, when he and Hosea were younger and life seemed simpler, despite the risks they took.

As the night wore on, the situation escalated when Sheriff Gray himself appeared, prompting Hosea and Arthur to spring into action. Shots rang out, echoing through the old saloon as lawmen pursued them. With practiced ease, they slipped through the back door, disappearing into the shadows and swiftly making their way to the waiting wagon. In the chaos that ensued, Arthur expertly handled their pursuers while Hosea skillfully guided the reins.

A small shootout erupted as the Grays chased them through the winding back roads and fields leading out of Rhodes. Arthur remained focused, taking down their adversaries while Hosea expertly navigated the terrain. The tension was palpable, the thrill of the night's escapade mingling with the danger of their flight.

Approaching the train tracks, Arthur spotted a train. With precise timing, they crossed just as the locomotive barreled through, cutting off their pursuers. The lawmen were left stranded on the other side, unable to follow.

Once they were safely beyond reach, away from the danger that had pursued them, laughter erupted between Arthur and Hosea. It was a release of pent-up tension, the adrenaline-fueled joy of a successful escape mingling with the shared camaraderie of outlaws.

“Remind me to never take up a career in…what was it? Bartending,” Arthur chuckled, glancing back at the remaining clinking bottles they were unable to distribute.

“I didn’t know they’d throw so much of a fuss over booze, this town is odd,” Hosea answered, shaking his head as he cracked the reins of the wagon.

Arthur furrowed his brow, considering the surplus moonshine. “What should we do with all the shine we still have left?”

Hosea’s expression turned grim. “That miserable Braithewaite woman wants us to burn the Grays' tobacco fields with it, I was hoping you and Sean could handle that tomorrow night.”

“Damn, ain’t that makin’ a bit too much noise? I thought we were tryin’ to lay low in all this. These fellas may be drunks and racists, but they ain’t afraid to kill, you saw them back there,” Arthur expressed his concern.

Hosea sighed, revealing a hint of hesitation. “Dutch thinks there's money in this somewhere. His plan is to get them all riled up on each other and use that as an opportunity to slip in and rob ‘em.”

Arthur fell silent, contemplating the dangerous path they were treading by getting involved in a longstanding blood feud. “Things could get real ugly, Hosea. Do you really think one of these families is sitting on a pile of money?”

“Can’t say. But the cash box is getting full again, Arthur. We’ve been doing well on making money. With just a bit more cash, we’ll be out of here,” Hosea replied, injecting a note of hope into the conversation. Sensing Arthur's unease, he changed the subject. “Kate told me about your adventures yesterday. How are things going between you two?”

As their wagon rattled down the road, illuminated by the soft glow of the full moon, Arthur felt a sense of comfort settle over him. He glanced over at Hosea, his trusted father figure, and knew that he could confide in him about anything. The old man had a way of understanding Arthur's thoughts and feelings without needing them spelled out.

Arthur shifted uneasily in his seat, rubbing his palms together nervously, the words weighing heavily on his mind. It wouldn't escape Hosea's notice that Arthur was quite sweet on Kate. After all, it had been Hosea's idea to pair them up for the day, hoping to give Arthur a chance to spend time with her away from the group.

“I kissed her the other night, when she was singin’ a lullaby for Jack,” Arthur began, the words spilling out into the night air like a secret long kept.“She… she wanted to kiss me again today and, I really wanted to, but I had to let her down easy,” He glanced over at Hosea, seeking some semblance of understanding in the old man's eyes.

Hosea raised an eyebrow in surprise, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You kissed her and ditched her? I thought I raised you better, son,” he teased, his tone light but laced with curiosity.

Arthur chuckled, though there was a tinge of self-deprecation in his amusement. “I know, I’m dumber than a bag of rocks.”

Hosea patted Arthur's shoulder reassuringly, his touch grounding. “You may be good at playing an idiot like Fenton,” he remarked, referencing their recent job, “but you’re a smart boy. What harm could come if you just let it happen and see where it takes you?”

With a heavy sigh, Arthur leaned back in the seat, his gaze drifting up to the blinking stars above, memories of Kate’s confession flooding his thoughts. “I just don’t wanna hurt her. And… I don’t wanna feel that kinda hurt again.”

Nodding in understanding, Hosea's expression softened with a paternal concern for the young cowboy. “I’m not gonna live forever, son. I’d just like to see you be happy with someone before I go.”

“I was happy once. I had a woman who loved me, and she left me because I couldn’t change for her.” Arthur admitted, his voice giving away the deep sorrow he still harbored about his young love.

“Mary was a good woman, I did like her. You were both so young and naive, still navigating your own lives,” Hosea mused, his voice carrying the weight of hindsight. His gaze softened with memories. “But I don’t think she was the right one for you. She couldn’t tame that wild heart of yours.”

Arthur listened, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, the wagon jostling over uneven terrain. “Sometimes, I feel like I can’t even tame it myself,” he confessed, his tone tinged with resignation.

Hosea's eyes twinkled with a knowing glint. “That's why you need someone strong enough to stand in the ring with you,” he remarked, his voice brimming with wisdom, “and face down the beast with a heart just as wild.”

Arthur nodded slowly, the words sinking in like stones dropped into a still pond. He mulled over Hosea's advice, feeling the weight of his own heart's desires. The night enveloped them in a cocoon of shared understanding, the stars above bearing witness to their quiet contemplation.

Arthur’s confession hung heavy in the air, his words weighed down by the burden of his past. “Once she knows what I’ve done, I don’t think she can forgive me for it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, like a man confessing his sins.

Hosea let out a light scoff, his eyes bright with a hint of amusement. “Son, your bounty has been posted in almost every town in the west,” he remarked wryly. “She knows we’re outlaws, I think she’s probably aware you’ve killed some folk.”

Shaking his head slowly, Arthur gathered his thoughts, his gaze fixed on the horizon ahead. “No, no it ain’t that,” he muttered, his words heavy with hesitation. Taking a deep breath, he continued, “Kate told me ‘bout her family, how they all passed from accidents or disease. She even had to bury her own daughter. I just…” His voice trailed off, grappling with the weight of his own truth. “I just don’t know how to tell her about my own. About my son, Isaac. Or Eliza.”

Hosea leaned back against the wagon’s seat, his expression thoughtful. “What’s stopping you from telling her? That’s something you two have in common,” he pointed out gently.

“Because I–I can’t tell her I’m the reason they’re dead,” Arthur confessed, his voice thick with emotion. “Family means so much to her, she’d never forgive me for throwing it away.”

The old man regarded Arthur with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. “Son, if you’re so worried about her turning the other cheek on you, I think you need to tell her the truth,” Hosea advised, his tone earnest. “She’s going to find out eventually, and you know she’s a smart woman. She understands what you are and still chooses to be by your side. And I’d be surprised if she draws the line at something that happened in the past. You're too hard on yourself, Arthur. What happened to Eliza and Isaac was terrible, but it was not your fault.”

Arthur rarely spoke about his son, Isaac, even with Hosea, his closest confidant. The weight of their deaths bore heavily on his heart, like an anchor dragging him into the depths of guilt and regret. Isaac's passing had transformed Arthur into a different man, one hardened by grief and the burden of responsibility.

Hosea had witnessed the change in Arthur firsthand. Before the tragedy that befell Eliza and Isaac, Arthur was more carefree, with a spark of youthful innocence in his eyes. But as time wore on, a darkness crept into his demeanor, a shadow that never quite lifted. He carried their deaths like a scar, a permanent mark etched upon his soul.

In moments of vulnerability, Arthur would let slip glimpses of his sorrow, revealing the cracks in his stoic facade. He blamed himself for their deaths, convinced that if he had been a better man, a different man, things might have turned out differently. It was a burden he carried alone, tucked away behind layers of bravado and hardened resolve.

Hosea understood the depth of Arthur's pain, but he also recognized the resilience that lay beneath. Arthur's reluctance to share his grief spoke volumes about the depth of his sorrow. It was a wound that time could not heal, a wound that had shaped the man Arthur had become.

As the wagon turned down the familiar winding road that led to their camp, the night's chorus surrounded them with the faint hum of a crackling fire and the warm glow as it cast dancing shadows across the clearing.

Arthur broke the moment of silence, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I should’ve been there for them, Pa," he confessed, his eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of the trees passing by.

Hosea sighed, the years etched into the lines of his face. "Yes, son, but life has a way of throwing us off course, even when we try our best," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom earned through hardship. "This world can be cruel, as you well know."

"I can’t be a bad man and expect good things like Kate to happen to me. It just don’t work that way," Arthur continued, his words laced with self-doubt.

Hosea placed a reassuring hand on Arthur's shoulder, his touch a welcome comfort. "Kate sees something good in you, son," his tone was gentle yet firm. "Maybe it's time you started seeing it too."

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Kate scrubbed diligently, the soap creating frothy suds as she ran the bar along the stretched cotton over the washboard. She sat on a small stool in the shade beneath a sprawling tree, her trousers dotted with darkened spots from the splashing water. The air was heavy with heat, but the coolness of the water in the small washtub offered a brief respite. With each steady motion, her fingers became slightly more pruned from the repeated immersion.

Beside her, Mary-Beth was busy ringing out the soapy cloth and dipping it into a clean bucket, the rhythmic process mirroring Kate's own. The girls found solace in their shared task, engaged in easy conversation to while away the chore.

“So,” Kate began, a mischievous glint in her eye, “I saw you talking to Kieran the other day. Want to spill the beans on what’s really going on there?” She nudged Mary-Beth playfully with her knee.

The young girl looked down, a faint blush tinting her cheeks as she tried to hide her face from Kate's teasing gaze. “He was just curious about the book I was reading, that’s all,” she admitted bashfully, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment.

Kate knew Mary-Beth's romantic tendencies well. From the moment they met, it was clear that she had a penchant for love affairs and romantic tales—her nose buried in romance novels and dreams of penning her own someday.

“That’s all?” Kate teased, a playful glint in her eye. “I see you watching him groom those horses every day. Somebody's got eyes for the O’Driscoll boy,” she added, splashing a bit of water in jest.

Mary-Beth retaliated with a laugh, “He ain’t an O’Driscoll!” Her grin gave away any attempt at concealing her feelings. She glanced over towards the horses, and Kate followed her gaze to where Kieran Duffy was tending to the animals. “He’s been talkin’ to me a lot recently. I just think he’s sweet.”

Kate's eyes lingered on the scene, noticing Lenny and Javier saddling their horses nearby, while John caught her gaze as he approached them.

Just as Kate was about to respond, John called out to her, “Kate! You busy right now?”

She looked up, eyes squinting as the sun glowed behind his frame. She gestured with open palms towards the wash bin. “You need somethin’?” she asked.

John tipped his hat to Mary-Beth, who waved politely in return. “We’re heading out to the Braithwaite manor to check out some horses. Thought you might wanna come,” he explained, nodding back to where Lenny and Javier were waiting.

Kate chuckled, her tone lighthearted. “You plan on stealing them or something?”

John crossed his arms casually, “well, you know,” he trailed, “if the opportunity presents itself.” Not bothering to hide their dubious intentions. Kate has to remind herself sometimes that she is running with outlaws. For them, a job doesn't mean checking out the goods, it means stealing goods.

He cleared his throat and explained the situation seriously, “some fella from the Gray family told us he’d pay to have their horses stolen. Also mentioned they go for $1000 a piece.”

Kate raised a brow of suspicion, “and you believe him?”

John only shrugged, “it's worth looking into.”

She waved him off with a touch of concern, “I don’t want no trouble John, I’m sure you boys will manage fine without me.”

John persisted, his voice reassuring. “It won’t be no trouble at all. We’ll be in and out, they won’t even know we’re there,” he said, adding an enticing detail, “word is they got some pretty nice gypsy horses. Real purebreds too.”

Kate found herself caught in the web of temptation. Stealing horses was not something she relished, but the promise of seeing such a purebred up close was alluring. If they pulled it off successfully, she knew the money would help the gang alot. She figured it wouldn't be so bad to help them in one little heist.

As if Mary-Beth could sense her conflicting ideas, she interrupted the silence, "I can finish up here, Kate. You should go. They'll have a better chance of pulling it off with you." She winked knowingly, seeming to support Kate's unspoken decision.

She made up her mind, fixing John with a pointed look. "No trouble," she repeated firmly, more as a command than a question.

"No trouble," John assured her with a nod of understanding.

Kate wiped her damp arms across her shirt, bidding Mary-Beth farewell and promising to catch up with her later. As she approached her midnight mare, the horse whinnied in recognition, sensing the upcoming adventure. Javier and Lenny greeted her from their saddles, both looking ready for action.

Javier tipped his hat with a charming smile. "Nice of you to join us, cariño," he said, his tone warm and inviting.

Kate swiftly mounted her horse, adjusting herself in the saddle. "You boys better hope this goes smoothly," she remarked with a playful smirk, her eyes scanning the group with a hint of caution.

Lenny rode his stallion closer to Kate's, "I gotta say, having you with us doubles our luck, don't you think?" he replied, his tone light-hearted but with an underlying sense of confidence.

She smiled fondly. Together the four of them took off down the lush green path and onto the dirt road. Kate was glad for the invitation, it made her feel good that the gang trusted her enough to include her in such tasks, that they were confident in her ability to work alongside them. She felt a new sense of trust among them, and camaraderie. She felt like she was becoming a real member, and not just some lone traveler like she had been nearly a month ago.

The journey to the Braithwaite manor was uneventful, the cool breeze of the afternoon air was refreshing against their skin as they rode. As they arrived at the manor from the south side, away from the prying gaze of the property guards. The grand estate loomed before them, a testament to the family's wealth and power. They dismounted their horses in a secluded spot, ensuring they wouldn't draw too much attention.

Kate's mind wandered briefly, wondering if Penelope would be out in her gazebo enjoying the afternoon sun.

John's voice interrupted her thoughts, his tone matter-of-fact as he laid out the plan. "Let's keep this nice and easy. No need to rush. We're here on behalf of a buyer, looking to make a significant investment," he explained as they followed him toward the barn.

Outside the stable doors, a worker paused in his tasks, eyeing them with suspicion. "Can I help you fellas?" he asked, his tone wary.

"I hope so," John replied amiably, trying to appear non-threatening. "Heard you got some horses?"

"We always got horses," the man responded gruffly.

"Fine horses, I mean," John clarified.

The worker's expression soured, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the group. "I don't know whatchu’ talkin' 'bout, friend. Why don't you take that hoyden wench, yer greaser buddy, and his darkie friend and get off the property ‘fore I blow your face off," he retorted, spitting at their feet.

Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise at the man's unabashed racism and arrogance toward strangers. Suddenly understanding Tilly’s hesitation about being so far south. Javier quickly raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Whoa, take it easy there, amigo," he interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.

John remained unfazed by the man's hostility. "Come on now, partner. We're just looking to do some business. Inquire about a purchase," he persisted.

The worker let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, follow me, Scarface," he grumbled, the insults never ceasing.

The ranch hand, ever welcoming, led them into the barn, his voice a steady stream of information about the horses—names, breeds, and abilities. She noticed they were not the purebreds John had heard rumors about. Still beautiful, strong horses nonetheless.

Kate observed John and Javier exchanging a look as they walked deeper into the dimly lit space. When the man paused to pet a horse, John subtly motioned to Javier, who deftly moved behind the unsuspecting worker.

Meanwhile, Lenny smoothly interjected with feigned interest. "Wow, look at the balls on that one," he chuckled, pointing in another direction. The ranch hand followed his gaze, oblivious to the danger lurking behind him.

With his back turned, Javier seized the opportunity, drawing his pistol from his belt. "Greaser, huh?" he muttered bitterly before striking the bottom of the iron against the man's head, knocking him out instantly. John and Javier wasted no time, swiftly moving the unconscious body to a hidden spot while Lenny began unlocking the stable gates.

Kate stood in stunned silence for a moment, her voice barely audible as she tried to suppress her surprise. "What happened to nice and easy?" she muttered.

Her comment elicited a chuckle from Lenny, who had already mounted one of the horses. "Can't get any easier than this. Let’s try to get 'em out of here without drawing too much attention," he replied casually.

Despite her swirling thoughts and unease, Kate pushed her concerns aside and mounted one of the horses. Following the three bandits out of the barn, she joined them as they sped off through the sprawling property, the rush of adrenaline mixing with a sense of trepidation.

The thundering hooves of their stolen horses echoed through the property. Behind them, shouts and the pounding of boots indicated that their presence had been discovered. Several ranch hands emerged from the buildings, brandishing rifles and shouting warnings.

John, Kate, Javier, and Lenny spurred their horses into a full gallop, kicking up dust and dirt as they raced across the open fields. The pursuing ranch hands fired off a few rounds in their direction, but the distance and the speed of their mounts made accurate shooting difficult.

As they reached the fence at the edge of the property, they leapt over the barrier. The group plunged into a dense thicket of trees, the branches clawing at their faces and clothes. The sounds of pursuit faded behind them as the guards were forced to slow down and eventually give up the chase. They whistled loudly, and soon their own horses caught up and began to follow in tow.

Javier led the way as they made their way through the landscape to find the supposed buyers at Clemens Cove.

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The encounter with the buyers proved to be an intriguing yet unsettling experience. They were met by a pair of brothers who seemed to operate in uncanny harmony, sometimes speaking in unison and shrouding their business with secrecy. Details about their clientele and operations were kept hidden, with only a vague promise that one of them would be available for future dealings, if they wished to become business partners.

During the negotiation, one of the brothers made a direct offer to purchase Kate’s prized black Hungarian outright, offering her a substantial sum. However, Kate politely declined without hesitation. Her bond with the mare ran deep, and no amount of money could sway her decision to part with her cherished companion.

The brothers’ offer of 50 cents on the dollar for the stolen horses was not quite what John had anticipated, but it still amounted to a respectable deal given the circumstances.

After concluding their business at Clemens Cove, the posse set off back towards the rolling plains. The sun had dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm and serene glow over the lush green hills. Their horses trotted steadily along the trail as the landscape unfolded around them, painted in hues of amber and gold, as they made their way back to camp.

"Hoyden wench…" Kate echoed with a chuckle, mimicking the ranch hand's harsh drawl. "I've been called a lot of things, but that sure is a first."

Javier, riding alongside her, piped up from the saddle, his expression puzzled. "What the hell does that mean, anyway?"

Lenny let out an exasperated sigh. " 'Wench' was a term used by slavers for black women. And 'hoyden' means she's too much of a 'tomboy’,'' he explained.

"Well, I can understand the 'tomboy' part, but she's not even—"

"Doesn't matter, amigo," John interjected, his tone matter-of-fact. "If ya skin ain't as white as a baby's bottom, it's all the same to them."

Kate nodded in agreement, her thoughts drifting back to the locals she had observed while running letters with Arthur. Witnessing their prejudice up close and personal was a stark reminder of the challenges faced by Lenny and Tilly in this region. As a woman of Italian descent, her skin carried a honey-brown hue, bronzed by the Lemoyne sun. Even this slight difference posed a threat to the narrow-minded locals, a reality that churned her stomach with discomfort.

"I'm ‘bout ready to get the hell out of dodge," Lenny added, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Speakin’ of racist hillbillies, Javier and I are heading out to Shady Belle. Got a tip there's some raiders sittin’ on guns and ammo. You guys want in?" He turned to John and Kate with a casual invitation.

Kate shook her head, "thanks Lenny, but I think I'll pass this time."

John chimed in with a polite refusal. "As much as I love killing racists, I gotta get back to Abigail for dinner."

Javier and Lenny exchanged nods of understanding. "No worries, compadres," Javier replied. "We'll catch up with you later."

As they bid farewell, Kate and John veered onto the familiar dirt path that led back to Clemens Point.

The gentle melody of song birds and the steady pounding of hooves on the dry soil filled the atmosphere. Before they could approach the camp, John's voice broke the peaceful ambiance.

"Hey, I know I sound stupid for saying this, but thank you for being a friend to Abigail. All of this has been really hard on her," he explained, his tone earnest and reflective. He glanced ahead, his thoughts drifting to his woman back at camp. "I know it may not look like it, but I'm trying—I'm working on being the kind of father she wants me to be and the husband she needs."

Kate gave him a sympathetic look, her eyes softening. “You don't sound stupid, John. This life ain’t easy for nobody, especially when there's a child in the mix.” She was slightly surprised to hear him open up to her.

John sighed, his expression heavy with regret. “Still, I know you and I ain’t all that close, but, I did somethin’ pretty bad. I worry she might never forgive me for it.”

With a sideways glance, Kate nodded reluctantly. “Yeahhh, Abigail already told me ‘bout all that.”

“Shit, she did?” John's eyes widened in surprise.

She couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Oh yeah, she’s told me everything John.” Abigail didn't babble to Kate just for the sake of gossip; she understood that Abigail needed someone to confide in, someone to listen and truly hear her. She needed to feel seen, heard, and understood. Especially in times like these.

“Well goddamn, now I feel like a proper dumbass.”

“She still loves you, John, and your boy does too. But love doesn’t come for free—it takes a lot of effort. Keep pushin’ to be a better man, she sees your effort. I promise you.” Kate's words were gentle yet firm,

"Thanks, Kate. Say, you’ve been ridin’ with us for a while now. You think you’re stickin’ ‘round for the long haul?” John asked, his tone curious.

Kate shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “I can’t say for certain. But for now, that’s the plan. Never thought I’d be workin’ with outlaws, but I guess it’s sometimes kinda fun,” she replied, hinting at their recent endeavor. Though petty horse theft was one thing, running from the law for murder was another.

“I noticed you and Arthur get along pretty well. He the reason you're stayin’ put?” John probed further. No doubt trying to get a grasp on his brother's affairs.

“Arthur’s a bit of a mystery to me. But we’re just friends, is all,” Kate answered, her tone casual yet guarded. She knew things between her and Arthur were only just beginning, but it was still undoubtedly complicated. The fact that some of the members had taken notice of their relationship sparked a tinge of worry.

“You’re a tough woman to read sometimes,” he smirked, the scar on his cheek crinkled slightly. “Well, whatever the case. Take care of yourself, ya hear?” He expressed a genuine smile as he rode ahead back into camp.

Kate followed behind, the aroma of Pearson’s signature stew filling her lungs with its savory fragrance. She left Lorena to graze peacefully among her own four-legged companions and headed toward the chuck wagon, eager to enjoy a well-earned meal after a day filled with adventure. The camp was alive with the usual sounds—crackling fire, distant chatter, and the occasional whinny of horses—creating a familiar and comforting backdrop to the evening.

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As Arthur returned to camp under the blanket of stars, the world seemed silent except for the faint rustle of night creatures and the distant crackle of a dying fire. He dismounted his mare with practiced quiet, the shadows of night his ally in avoiding unwanted company.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on him, his frustration palpable in the tight set of his jaw and the weariness etched in his movements. Tonight, he had no patience for idle chatter or bullshit from the guys. Especially the ones awake at this hour.

Burning the tobacco fields with Sean had proven to be no easy task. Though never any job orchestrated by Dutch ever was. It was nights like these where Arthur questioned when all the shooting and robbing would end. What the point of it all was.

Behind his tent, the open end of the wagon served as a makeshift wall. Arthur rummaged through crates, finding what he needed—a needle, thread, alcohol, and cloth. Wincing as he prodded the bullet graze just under his armpit.

“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit” he mumbled to himself.

Getting shot had never been part of Arthur's plan on any job. He prided himself on his quick draw and accuracy, always aiming to fire first and hit his mark before danger could strike him. But shooting under cover of night, navigating through a blazing tobacco field while avoiding being burned alive—such challenges could make even the finest gunslinger stumble.

The guards had descended upon them as soon as the smoke rose, but Sean had urged them to press on, insisting they keep pouring the moonshine without hesitation. Arthur couldn't help but worry that the young Irishman's ambition might one day lead him into an early grave.

Surprisingly, the only injury Arthur had sustained was a bullet graze, still needing a few stitches but nothing life-threatening. Meanwhile, Sean had returned unscathed, already regaling their escapade around the campfire with a bottle in hand.

Under the cool night air, Arthur peeled off his sweat-dampened shirt, the chill of the air contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body. The lantern's dim glow cast shadows, highlighting the glistening of sweat on his chest and stomach.

He dipped the cloth into the alcohol, its sharp scent biting into his senses. As he attempted to clean the wound tucked under his arm, frustration crept in. The injury was beyond his line of sight, a challenge exacerbated by his own size.

Placing one arm against the side of the wagon for support, Arthur tried again, unaware of Kate's quiet approach behind him amidst the backdrop of the night's stillness.

“Need some help there, big guy?” Kate's voice was endearing, soft, almost motherly. The tone made Arthur's knees weak and his face grow warm.

Startled, Arthur nearly leapt out of his skin, quickly lowering his arm and stepping back, almost out of the lamplight. The nickname, though used innocently, stirred something akin to shame in his belly.

"What're you doin' up?" Arthur asked, attempting to appear unbothered.

Kate shrugged, her demeanor relaxed. "Couldn’t sleep. I was brushing Lorena when I saw you come in. Figured I’d say hi," she explained. "You want some help with that?" She gestured to where small trickles of blood traced down his side, her eyes lingering slowly over his bare torso.

If it weren’t for the cover of night, Kate would have seen the deep blush that crept up to his ears. "I think I’ll be alright," Arthur managed, his mouth suddenly dry.

Kate took a step closer, her gaze shifting to his shirt hanging from the side of the wagon, a round, deep red stain contrasting against its usual pale blue.

"Well, it sure don't look alright," she noted, her eyes returning to his side. "Tough spot to reach too."

Arthur's breath quickened. "I’m fine, don’t worry 'bout me," he replied, a hint of nervousness creeping into his tone.

Kate only brushed him off with a playful wave of her arm, “oh quit it! You stitched me up before, let me return the favor.” Before Arthur could react she placed a gentle hand on his bicep, “here, turn around.” She said quietly.

He complied, turning his back to her. His body froze when her fingers returned with the wet alcohol cloth. Barely noticing the sting, as her hands alone felt like fire against his cold skin. Her warmth is intoxicating.

A moment's silence embraced them, and Arthur prayed she couldn’t hear the beat of his heart as it raced in his chest.

Her words startled him from his thoughts, “see, ain’t so bad,” her tone soft like she was comforting a child. “Why’d ya hesitate?” A hint of curiosity and concern filled her voice from behind him.

Arthur lowered his head slightly, “I um, well I know I ain’t much to look at.” He mumbled.

Kate continued to clean his wound tenderly, “what do you mean by that?”

He let out a deep sigh, there was no point in being dishonest with her, “I…I just don’t like folk seein’ me without a shirt. I ain’t what I used to be. I’m gettin’ old, gettin’ heavy too.” His hand subconsciously rubbed over his belly.

Arthur's weight was his biggest insecurity, a constant reminder of his struggles and the pain he carried. Years had passed since Eliza and Isaac's deaths, but part of him had withered away back then. The guilt had gnawed at him, devouring his spirit day by day. He sought solace in alcohol, drowning himself in the numbness it offered. His relationship with food became a twisted dance of indulgence and deprivation.

Some days, he ate to fill the emptiness inside, seeking comfort in the fleeting sensation of fullness. Other days, food seemed an enemy, a symbol of his lack of control. He despised his belly, the way it was soft and curved, a stark contrast to the man he once knew in the mirror. His size served as a relentless reminder of his deepest failure, haunting him with each glance.

Each morning he woke, Arthur grappled with the weight of existence. The world, in its merciless ways, kept him breathing, a living monument to his own remorse. He often wondered if the world would be better off without him, a sentiment that lingered like a dark cloud over his soul.

Kate sensed Arthur's tension, the silent turmoil that echoed beneath the pads of her fingers as she tended to his wound. She felt the subtle movement of his muscles, synchronized with the rise and fall of his breath. "You're a strong man, Arthur. Age and scars don't make you any less handsome," she reassured him with genuine honesty, her voice a soothing balm.

With practiced ease, Kate finished cleaning his wound and reached for the needle and thread. She gently maneuvered his arm to rest on the side of the wagon, adjusting her position for a better angle to begin stitching. Arthur's nerves betrayed him, his hand clenching into a tight fist at his side as he tried to compose himself. His head felt dizzy, as if he had been holding his breath all this time.

"I reckon you're just sayin' that to be kind," Arthur finally admitted, his self-doubt palpable in the air.

Kate chuckled softly, the sound carrying warmth and sincerity. "I've met my fair share of ugly bastards in my lifetime, but believe me, you are certainly not one of them," she assured him, her voice like a gentle flame against his skin. Her words were a rare gift, stirring something deep within him that he had long kept hidden. Arthur closed his eyes briefly, letting her words sink in.

"You're a very handsome cowboy, wrinkles, scars, size and all. I think you're a lovely man," Kate affirmed, her words carrying a sincerity that tugged at Arthur's heart. "Besides, I know I'm not the picturesque woman myself. I'm no stranger to the cruel effects of time and livin' rough. Today, I was even called a ‘hoyden wench’ by some bona fide racist ranch hand," she added with a light laugh, as if brushing off the insult.

Kate had a way of making Arthur feel like they had known each other for a lifetime. Since the day she opened up to him about her life, she had been unapologetically honest with him. It was as if she already knew she could trust him with her personal tragedies.

Hosea's words echoed in Arthur's mind, a comforting reminder of the wisdom his old father figure imparted. Hosea simply wanted happiness for him—not wealth in money, but richness in love. He wanted Arthur to find purpose and meaning in life, to share that journey with another soul.

As Kate's needle deftly worked the thread through his skin, Arthur felt a warmth bloom in his chest. Kate's words eased a heavy burden, if only momentarily.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, summoning the courage to speak. “Well, I’ll say this. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with a lady who can hold her own,” he began, his voice laced with sincerity. “You’ve got a strength and beauty that’s hard to come by. I think it’s pretty admirable.”

Kate giggled softly, the sound sending a warm flutter through Arthur’s chest. “Thanks, Arthur. First time I’ve heard that in a while,” she replied, her eyes meeting his.

Arthur marveled at how he had summoned the courage to kiss her the other night, feeling as if he could barely face her now. Yet, if she leaned in to kiss him at this moment, he knew he would succumb to his desire, despite what he had told her before. She lit a fire in him.

“S’true. You’re the prettiest girl in the whole damn holler,” Arthur said, unable to hide the light chortle that escaped him.

Kate leaned closer, her breath tickling his neck as she whispered, “You have quite a sweet side, Arthur. I adore that about you,” her hand lightly squeezing his arm.

His heart swelled, and Arthur knew this was the moment. He needed to tell her, despite the nerves that threatened to overpower him. Hosea may have been right; she had stayed by his side despite everything. But as he searched for the words, unsure of how to broach the subject, his nerves got the better of him once again. There was never an easy way to say it. Just the memories of them alone felt like acid in his throat.

Kate took a step back, placing her tools down on the back of the wagon. “I reckon I’m about done stitching this. Try to stay out of the crossfire next time, yeah?” She teased, holding up his bloody shirt with a knowing look as she handed it back to him.

Arthur felt a pang of regret. “Wasn’t my intention to get shot,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. He slipped the shirt over his shoulders, tugging the sleeves down his arms.

“Nobody intends to get shot,” Kate mused, taking a step back to give him space.

Turning to face her, Arthur was struck by the sight of her eyes, a sadness that mirrored his own that evening under the moonlit sky when they kissed. His heart throbbed at the sight. Since the day he met her at Emerald Ranch, she had a welcoming presence that drew him in, along with a deep sorrow that resonated with his own. It was as if she knew him before she even met him.

He looked down, running a hand over the back of his neck. “I appreciate your help, darlin’,” he murmured. Then, letting out a deep breath, he added, “though, I really don’t deserve it.”

Kate brushed off his self-doubt. “Don’t fuss over it, Arthur. I’m here whenever you need a hand,” she assured him. “I think you should get some rest though; from Sean’s stories, it sounds like it’s been a long day.”

Arthur nodded silently, watching as Kate bid him farewell and faded back into the night. His heart silently begged, please don’t go. But she was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts under the blanket of stars.

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Kate lay beneath the star-studded sky, her eyes fixed on the milky purple and white swirl above, like celestial clouds in motion. Her heart echoed the rhythm of hooves against her ribs. Thoughts of Arthur filled her mind, his presence vivid in her thoughts.

The image of his body lingered before her, along with the stories he shared about himself. A longing surged within her to reveal how beautiful she found him, to explore him with kisses and her wandering hands.

Patience wavered as a persistent ache in her belly reminded her of the closeness she craved. Intimate moments with Arthur kindled her core, igniting a blaze of desire. Each quiet, vulnerable encounter with him deepened their connection. Funny how his true colors always showed when he was alone with her.

Kate smiled to herself, feeling a rush of desire she hadn't known for what felt like a century. As good as she was on her own. She felt like life had finally granted her an anecdote to her lonely heart.

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AN: Phew, its out there. I know that was pretty dialogue heavy, so I hope I didn't bore you guys. Next chapter is going to be a long one, and may take me awhile. But it will be worth it, I promise!

As always, thanks for all the love!

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