You wake up in a cold sweat from the same dream that's been plaguing you night after night. Arthur dead. Shot by Dutch as he stands laughing over his body. You try to run to him but are unable to move every time, you hated it.

As you wipe the sweat and tears from your face you remember where you are. The smell of sour vomit reaches your nostrils from the floor. Oh right, last night...

"Miss Y/N? You awake?" Kieron calls from outside the tent. "Colm said I was to bring you breakfast."

You thought about ignoring him so you could be alone, but the thought of breakfast was welcoming. Especially considering you'd emptied your stomach last night.

"Yea I'm awake."

"Are ya decent Miss? May come in?"

"Sure, I'm decent." Though you thought the term 'decent' only loosely applied to your current appearance.

Keiron was a sweet boy, he wasn't anything like the others, usually keeping to himself and tending to the horses. The days he was in charge of you you'd breathe a sigh of relief knowing he'd keep a distance and leave you to your chores.

"Glad to see you're okay Miss, especially after....y'know..."

"..after last night?" You finish.

He sighs mournfully and casts his eyes down. "Yea...."

You're both quiet for a moment staring at the floor as you recount last night's events.

You wish you could bathe to scrub away the memory of his hands on you. Unfortunately, your current living situation did not permit such luxuries.

Keiron breaks the silence first. "You sick Miss?"

Raising your head you follow his gaze to the vomit on the floor.

"Don't think so." You dismiss. Your eyes peeking at the bowl in his hand, stomach beginning to protest. "That stew?"

Remembering why he was there he nods handing you the bowl. You take it graciously instantly digging in. The stew made Pearson's cooking look like fine dining, but you continued to wolf it down regardless.

"Colm said you're not to do chores no more."

Spoon halfway to your mouth you pause. You narrow your eyes at Kieron, "Why?"

"Said to tell you that you don't gotta worry no more. Said he's gonna take care of you now since your... well...y'know since..."

You return the spoon to the bowl, your stomach clenching. "Since what?"

Keiron shuffles, clearly uncomfortable.

"Since what Keiron." You push.

"Since you're his now.' He whispers.

Realization begins to dawn on you. Colm meant what he said last night, he was going to keep you. No longer a way to settle a debt, he had claimed you and the idea of escape was growing further and further away.

"Keiron, you have to help me get out of here." You shoot up and grab his arm, the remaining stew clattering to the floor.

"Miss I'm sorry I can't, they'll kill me." He gently removes your hand, bending to pick up the bowl.

"I don't belong here, I didn't do anything you know that." You follow him as he turns to leave.

"Please stop Miss, if they hear you, who knows what they'll do to you. What they'll do to me."

You follow him outside, pleading. "Please you have to help me."

You both stop dead, staring directly at Colm.

"Help with what?" Colm eyes you both.

You don't know how much he's heard and can't gauge his mood.

You look at Keiron for help, but his eyes are wide not leaving Colm's, he's terrified. Clearly, you're getting no help there.

You swallow, "Help with your tent... I- I spilled some stew in there and was sick. I didn't want you to be mad."

You cast your eyes to the ground, playing up to the lie. It's silent as you wait.

Colm's hand cups your chin and raises your head so you're staring into his eyes.

"My sweet dear, I'm not mad. I'm worried if you're sick. You're not sick, are you? His voice full of concern. "Besides, that tent is yours now too."

You sigh, relieved he bought it.

His thumb begins to stroke your cheek.

"So beautiful." He hums.

Your eyes follow his as he looks to your mouth, tongue swiping over his lips as he starts to lean in.

Your stomach churns with revulsion at the thought of kissing him.

Wait.

That's not all it's churning with...

You surge forward pushing Colm aside.

"Move!" You double over and begin to vomit violently. Colm crouches beside you and begins to stroke your back.

"My dear I think you may be unwell."

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand nodding as you agree. You're never normally sick, you'd just assumed last night had been a reaction to everything but this morning there was no reason to feel this way.

Colm stands and turns to Keiron. "Keiron get my horse ready, I'm taking Miss Y/N to the Doc. And tell Robbie and Jimmy they're coming as lookout"

Keiron scurries off as you straighten, your nausea waning a little.

Did he say you're going to the Doc? That was in town, right? Maybe this was your chance to get out.

The ride into town was uncomfortable as hell. Your hands were loose around Colm's waist, just tight enough to avoid falling off but keeping as much distance as possible between you both. The smell of his greasy hair was making your stomach protest again, but you swallow down the feeling. You had to stay focused, the town was maybe your only chance for escape.

As you enter Valentine, he helps you down, his hands lingering longer than welcome on your waist. You smile thanking him politely, still playing the part. If you were to have any chance at all of escape Colm had to think you weren't a flight risk. Your eyes scan the town plotting your next move. As your eyes sweep over to the General Store, seeking opportunities, someone leaves the door yelling a quick 'thanks' over their shoulder. Someone you recognize. Someone you know. Someone from your gang.

"LENNY!" You scream his name.

His head snaps up in your direction just as Colm's hand clamps over your mouth pulling you tight against his chest.

"Y/N!" Lenny reaches for his gun and begins running towards you.

He skids to a halt as Colm's gun levels with your head. Colm's men flank him drawing their guns as you struggle against Colm's grip.

"Don't do anything stupid kid, we don't want anyone getting hurt now do we?" He growls at Lenny, gun pressed firmly to your temple.

Lenny lowers his gun, he's young but he's not stupid.

"Y/N are you okay?" He asks with panic evident in his voice.

You nod but Colm's grip tightens around you painfully.

"Kid you gotta leave if you know what's good for you and what's good for her.'

"Just l-let her go Colm, she hasn't done a-anything!" Lenny stutters, unsure of how to proceed and worried he'll get you hurt.

Colm laughs. "You're really playing with the big boys ain't ya son? This wasn't about right or wrong, this was about what was owed. But I, being the better man than Dutch, have decided to forgive his previous misdeeds. However, I've grown quite fond of Miss Y/N's company, so I've decided to keep Miss Y/N with me. She's mine now." He kisses your temple emphasizing his point.

You watch Lenny's eyes widen in horror. You begin to cry feeling helpless. Worried for Lenny and that he may not walk away from this. If Colm thinks he's a threat to revealing where they are, he'll never let him leave alive. Worried you'll never see Arthur again if he can't find you. Worried about what will happen when Colm gets you back to camp since you tried to escape. You sob but Colm's hand still firmly clasped across your mouth muffles the sound.

"Now look what you did, you made my girl cry. I think it's time you left, don't you?"

You try to nod your head as best you can, hoping Lenny will see sense and flee before they change their mind. He can warn Arthur, tell him where he saw you. Charles and Arthur were great trackers, they'll come for you. This could still work out.

"See kid, she agrees. Now get lost while your brains are still in your skull."

Lenny locks eyes with you, conflicted about what to do. You plead as best you can with your eyes. Willing him to just turn and leave.

"Okay I'll go, but you know he'll come for her!" Lenny yells.

Colm pauses and you can tell he's grinning ear to ear behind you.

"Oh, I'm planning on it. But tell Mr. Morgan, he's not going to want her back once I'm done with her..."