Arthur lets out a long, painful cough, nearly falling off of his horse in the process. "Careful cowboy, you don't wanna end up landing in horse shit," Sadie says, earning a chuckle from the dying man. From his pocket, he produces a small bottle of reddish liquid. In one gulp its gone, and he lets out a sigh of relief. "There, now I'll live for a few more hours. After that... well, I guess you'll have to find a shovel somewhere." Sadie gives him a look that is a mix of anger and fear. Throwing the bottle onto the ground, he shifts in his saddle before saying, "That was the last one, let's hope it lasts a while." They become quiet and listen to the sound of the horse's hooves on the dirt path beneath them.

Arthur is mulling everything over in his head, Dutch's betrayal, Sadie's decision to come and pull his sorry carcass off that mountain, and John's location. But most importantly he wonders about his own mortality. Currently, his life is solely dependent on a medicine everyone calls a miracle tonic. "Some fuckin' miracle, can't keep me alive for more than ten hours without needing more," Arthur whispers to himself as the town of Rhodes comes into view. "Miss Adler, you go see the general store owner, I'll see what I can find around town, we got money so don't be afraid to spend some, I'll meet you on the road leading out on the other side of town." Sadie nods, and they split apart. Figuring he has some time, Arthur decides to stop by the saloon, hoping to get some whiskey to wash the dust out of his mouth. He just makes it to the bar before trouble comes his way. An average man, wearing a gun stands from one of the tables and calls out. "Hey, you're that feller them Pinkertons have been looking for!"

Arthur shakes his head, ordering a shot of whiskey. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, partner, they've already killed him." The man comes closer, grabbing Arthur's shoulder when he is within distance to do so. The man spins Arthur around, only to have a shot glass broken against his head. he falls down, knocked out by the hard blow. Turning back to the bar, Arthur says, "Sorry about the glass, here's money for it and a drink for both of us." The bartender, though slightly frightened, complies, and both share a drink. Arthur thanks him, and leaves, but not before giving the man another kick in the gut to make sure he's down. The other patrons of the saloon simply watch as he leaves, in awe of how fast he dispatched the other stranger.

"Now, where the hell could I get some medicine?" He asks himself as he mounts his horse, and beings to slowly make his way down the main street. Deciding to ask someone, he stops a nearby group of people walking down the street. "Excuse me, do you know where I might get some Miracle Tonics?" A man of sound stature replies, "Best place I know is at the general store, or the doctor in Valentine, other than that you won't find none 'round here." Arthur nods, kicking his horse forward, "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

Having no luck with the locals, Arthur rides ahead to the spot where he told Sadie to meet him. He rests there, relaxing in his saddle as he waits. After a few minutes of avoiding the stares of others, Arthur finally spots Sadie, "Any luck?" He asks as she comes closer, his heart sinking at the frown on her face. She throws him a single bottle, "Some, think it'll be enough to get you to Valentine?" Arthur rubs his thumb across the label, before stowing it in his pocket. "If it doesn't, you'll be carrying me to the doctor's office."

"Then we best get to riding," Sadie says, kicking her horse forward. Arthur follows behind, looking at his watch to see the time. They won't make it before nightfall, but staying in Rhodes will kill him, they'll have to rough it. "I hate to say this, but time is not on our side. Miss Adler if I were you I'd leave me in a ditch and ride hard to the west. We got Pinkertons chasing us, and they aren't the forgetful type." Sadie glances at him, a hint of indecisiveness rests on her face. She speaks, after a moment of hesitation. "Don't tempt me, Arthur, you've been enough of an ass for anyone other than me to leave you behind."

Arthur laughs, scratching his goatee, before looking around. Ever since that night, he's been on guard, watching around him constantly. They had spent the night in Saint-Denis, before lighting out when they saw some badges asking around for them. "You're too kind Miss Adler, but we should be finding a place to bed down and lay low for the night, this tonic may be keeping me alive but the cold won't. Sadie agrees, and they ride for several more hours.

When it is too dark to continue, they divert their path into a wooded area and set up camp. "Alright, let's have some coffee," Arthur says as he begins to grind the beans. Sadie watches for a moment, before asking, "You sure you don't want something stronger? You've had a rough go of things lately." He simply shakes his head, "Liquor leads to regretful actions, you can ask the bartender in Valentine when we get there."

Arthur smiles at his companion's confused look, but after a moment returns to his task. Sadie rubs her hands together, standing afterward. "Well, I'll get the tent set up, and seeing as how you lost all of your things I'll guess we'll be bunking together." Again, Arthur shakes his head, "I'll sleep on my saddle, someone's gotta keep an eye out." Sadie glares but says nothing as she goes about her business.

After filling their bellies with coffee, both retire, with Arthur sleeping on the ground, a gun in his hand. The night passes without incident, and they are on the trail with the rising of the sun. By noon, they arrive in Valentine and separate to find medicine and gather supplies. Arthur first goes to the stable, to pick up his Missouri Walker that he had kept there in case of emergency. He then goes to the general store, where he is unable to obtain any tonics. Fortunately, Sadie is able to acquire several from the doctor.

They meet by the stables and begin to ride west. "Got a destination in mind?" Sadie asks as they begin to pick up speed, now galloping, "West, hopefully, we can meet up with John and find out what to do next. Other than that, we need to find a way to get more of these," he holds up a tonic, shaking it slightly before downing it in one gulp, "or you'll have to ride alone." Sadie nods, seeing no other alternative. They continue their ride, following the sun towards whatever may lie there.