Edit: So when I originally uploaded this chapter, it had Chapter One's content instead of the stuff it was suppose to have. I didn't notice this until the reviews pointed it out so thanks to them for bringing it to my attention. I reuploaded Chapter Two now as you can see with the correct content. So sorry for the mistake, and enjoy Chapter Two!

Chapter Two

"Worries"

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, May, 1870

As the night carries on, Dutch sits in his room. Reading a book. A small candle on the nearby nightstand gives just faint lighting to the room. Dutch reads the passage from his book, with very curious eyes and a sense of interest.

"Absolute control is a breach of individual liberty. This is self explanatory and obvious."

Dutch turns the page, and reads further.

"Now that is not to say control isn't a force to exist. It is a force of nature. It is the paradox created by a relationship between control and freedom. While you should not use control to assert dominance over others and their natural given rights, you should control yourself and your own environment. Your own aura. You should control where your life takes you and what path you set on. Allowing yourself to find and live a life to your liking. You must not allow others to invade it or corrupt it."

Dutch sits there, looking up slowly from book as he processes these words. He glances over at his mirror on the wall. Looking at himself. As Dutch is deep in thought from the passage, his mother calls his name from downstairs.

"Dutch!"

Dutch looks at his door, and sighs in annoyance. He closes the book, and as he stands places it on the nightstand.

"What do you want?" asks Dutch calling out to his mother.

"Come down here right now," Greta responds.

Down at the front door of the small home, Greta stands with a man in a suit. A grey suit with a white shirt underneath and a tie. The man has a bushy mustache above his lips, with stubble covering the rest of his chin and lower face. A very buff man, with a overbearing chest and even with the suit, the muscles of his arms can still be seen.

Dutch comes down the steps slowly, seeing his mother and the man. He stops at the bottom step and looks at the two, confused.

"Dutch, do you have something to tell me?" asks Greta while crossing her arms.

Dutch rolls his eyes and sighs, knowing his mother is aware of something he did.

"Well?" insists Greta.

"You clearly already know what I did," says Dutch with attitude as he looks his mother in her eyes. "So just go ahead and get on with it."

"I'd watch your tone young man," grumbles the deep voice of the man. Dutch looks over at him, keeping the annoyed look in his eye.

"Who are you?" asks Dutch.

"I work for Mr. Spalder," replies the man firmly. "My name is Elias. I believe you and a friend assaulted Mr. Spader's sons."

"Assaulted?" Dutch says holding back a chuckle and a small snort coming from his nose. "Is that what they called it?"

"Is this a joke to you young man?" asks Elias a little more annoyed. Dutch chuckles while he waves his hands up. Not taking the situation too seriously.

"Oh it is not a joke," says Dutch. "I understand just how serious this all is. A couple of hooligan kids screwing with a poor kid, so me and a friend kicked their asses."

Elias slowly walks forward towards Dutch. Dutch slowly loses his smile and inches back a little.

"I'm afraid you are unaware how big and serious Mr. Spalder is," Elias says in an intimidating tone. "A very important businessman who doesn't have time to waste with a bottom feeder such as you."

Elias towers over Dutch. Dutch stands there, now clearly nervous. He glances at his nervous mother, who doesn't say anything.

"So," Elias says. "How are we gonna make this right?"

Dutch responds with a shaky tone in his voice. Shifting his eyes around. "Well I... me and my friend... we were trying to help a poor girl."

"That 'poor' girl is a young courtship of Ken Splader. You had no need to invade that situation."

"My son is a very arrogant boy," Greta says with a nervous chuckle as she begins to tremble. "He didn't mean no harm."

Dutch looks at his mother with anger, before looking back at Elias with nervousness. Elias slowly looks over at Greta.

"Well let's teach your boy to not be so arrogant," suggests Elias as he grins. He looks back at Dutch, and with an intimidating smile, continues talking to him. "Dutch... how are we gonna teach you to stay out of people's business?"

Dutch is silent as he is intimidated by the overbearing Elias. Elias waits as he looks down at Dutch.

"Well?" Elias asks.

"I... I am sorry," Dutch slowly spits out. His voice even more shaky.

"You can say that," Elias responds. "But how are you gonna prove it?"

"What do you want?" Dutch nervously and suddenly says with a raised tone. Elias looks at Dutch, somewhat shocked but impressed by Dutch's still persistent nature. Despite his obvious nervousness.

"What I want young man," Elias starts as he gets right in Dutch's face. Greta inches closer, afraid for her son. "What I want is you to pay us in damages."

Elias backs up and looks at Greta.

"Poor Ken and Mark Spalder needed stitches," Elias says with a fake concerned voice. "Now the cost obviously didn't destroy us, but any loss of money is a loss. Plain and simple."

"What do... what do you mean?" Greta asks nervously, holding her hands up to her neck as she trembles. Elias smiles and walks closely over to her.

"Gonna need some repayment," Elias says. "So, can you do that?"

Greta trembles as she thinks. "I.. I... I guess we can."

"Not guess," Elias corrects Greta. "You CAN."

Dutch and Greta look at Elias in awkward and tension filled silence.

"How much?" Greta asks.

"Twenty Dollars," Elias proudly says.

"Twenty!?" Dutch says in concern and shock at the outrageous request. "It definitely didn't cost that much for their stitches."

"Are you really gonna ask questions?" Elias says with a more annoyed questions. He suddenly smiles and changes his tone to a sarcastic happy one. "Fifty dollars then I suppose."

"Fifty?" Greta asks in a very nervous and scared tone. "No, we can't afford that!"

"You better find a way," Elias says as he heads for the door. Greta runs up to him, causing him to stop and look at her.

"Please," Greta begs. "Please I don't know what we can do but anything else. Please. We can't afford that."

Elias sighs as he rubs his chin. Dutch looks on concerned.

"Well then," Elias begins to suggest. He inches closer to a scared Greta. He caresses her face and smiles in her face. His somewhat foul breath filling her nostrils. "Perhaps you can lay with me."

Dutch looks at the two, slowly growing angered.

"Leave," Dutch says with all his anger contained in his low tone. Clear;y he is ready to burst. Elias looks at him and slowly smiles.

"As you wish," Elias tells Dutch. Elias backs up and opens the door while smiling at Dutch and Greta. "Your choice. Money, or a good time with me. Either one will clear you off our list."

Elias exits through the door, while giving one final glance over at Dutch and his mother. "Goodnight you two."

Elias leaves the house, shutting the door.

Just as the door shuts, Dutch looks at his mother. Angry.

"The hell where you doing," Dutch exclaims.

"Dutch, your language!" Greta says.

"My language is the least of it," Dutch says. "You just practically sat there while that man got all up in my face!"

"Dutch," Greta tries to say.

"You stood there," Dutch says with anger. "Didn't say anything until long after he could've hurt the son you so 'preciously protect and fear for'. Always overprotective, but because a strong man for a corporate bastard comes over, you stand back in fear."

"Dutch I love you," Greta says. "I am not overprotective of you. I just fear for you and I refuse to lose you. Is that a sin? Loving your son?"

"You only 'love' me in such a way because daddy died in a war," Dutch tells his mother in anger. "Just because he died in a war, you fear for my life whenever I put my damn shoes on!"

"I don't want to lose you. I already lost him!"

"Well your gonna lose me if you keep pushing me away and making me hate poor life we lead. Where bastards like Spalder push us around. Where you degrade yourself by letting that man suggest sleeping with you to just pay off a debt. A debt of being a good samaritan."

Greta rubs her face and sighs. She sheds a few tears.

"You've really gotten us into trouble Dutch," Greta says. Dutch rolls his eyes and gives an annoyed sigh. "I have to pay fifty dollars to those guys now."

Dutch is silent. He slowly looks at his mother.

"Why?" Dutch asks.

"Why?!" Greta suddenly says with her raised voice. "Because you decided to get into trouble with people. The sons of the richest and most powerful man in town!".

"So your gonna conform to his control?" Dutch tells his mother. "You will just do as they say and pay them money we don't have?!"

"What choice do we got? Gregory Spalder is known to get things he wants with his money. He can be very dangerous, you know what he might do if we don't make this right!"

"Why is he wasting time with bottom feeders like us? Or so they call us."

"Because you perhaps fought his sons and made them need stitches!"

Dutch and Greta are silent. They stand there, thinking. Greta looks at Dutch, who looks back.

"You are not allowed to leave this home until I settle this," Greta tells her son.

"What?" says Dutch.

"You just got the most powerful man in town on our bad side!" yells Greta.

"Will you stop yelling at me?!" Dutch barks back. "I did what I did to help someone from being hurt by a spoiled, controlling brat."

"Well I'm afraid that controlling brat that you tried to stop, has cost us more than our home is worth!"

Dutch smacks his hand against the wall in anger as he rushes upstairs. Greta goes to the bottom of the steps and calls out to him.

"Don't leave this house again until I decide you-"

"Shut up!" Dutch yells, interrupting her.

Dutch arrives in his room, slamming the door close and standing there. He breathes heavily in anger and frustration. Sweat coming down his face. He kicks a stole over to let out his anger.

"Goddammit!" Dutch says to himself as he begins to slowly breath and trying to calm down.

In James room at his home, he stands by the door. Eavesdropping on his father and mother talking to someone downstairs.

Downstairs, James a parents, Hugh and Emily, speak with Elias by the front door. Hugh is still wearing his police uniform from that day.

"I am sorry Elias," Hugh says. "I really am. My son... well... you know, boys will be boys."

"Ken, Mark, and Tom didn't get to be much of boys now did they?" Elias asks sarcastically. "They became beaten and broken victims of your son and his little friend."

"Beaten victims?" Emily asks with clear annoyance at Elias. "A couple of stitches ain't nothing. Them boys are known for causing others much worst injuries."

Hugh puts his hand up at Emily. "Emily," he says. "Just relax, let me handle this."

"No this is crazy," Emily interrupts. Frustrated. "I know my son, and his friend. From what I hear those Spalder boys were causing a young waitress trouble. My son and his friend stepped in like men. If I a also correct, the Spalder boys are known for causing trouble to others. Perhaps this was what I call, a little deserving."

"I'm gonna stop you right there miss," Elias says. "I'm afraid Spalder and other friends of his are who run this town. So they have the right to give themselves whatever luxury they wish to obtain. People like your son don't have the right to interfere in that."

"People like my son?" Emily says offended.

"Alright," Hugh interrupts, stepping in front of his wife. Hug and Elias look at each other.

"Now Hugh, you have a very prominent and well earned reputation among the department. So it would be a shame for Chief Howards to hear your allowing your son to cause trouble, and not paying those hurt back in damages."

Hugh sighs. "No, he wouldn't."

"So, while James little friend and his mother are gonna be paying us back for the medical treatment of Mr. Spader's sons... you are yourself a police officer. Now I think you are aware that the police have been happy helpers towards Mr. Spalder and his little operations. In return he has served well as a major benefactor. I hope you can assist in ensuring it stays that way."

Hugh looks at Elias, unsure on what to say.

"You see," Elias begins. "Mr. Spalder needs a blind eye to a service of his he is running with Businessman Federico Bandini. But a person in your department is currently putting that in jeopardy with a little investigation. Officer Tennesser I believe?"

"Oscar Tenesser," Hugh responds while looking down. Sighing. "I know him. He's a friend of mine."

"Good," Elias responds while smiling. "Then perhaps you could have a word with him."

Elias slowly starts walking towards Hugh, and Hugh looks up at him. They both stare at each other. Tension thick in the air. Elias leans in and says to Hugh with deep intimidating tone, "Or I will."

Hugh stares back at Elias with concern. Elias slowly backs up, turns around and heads out the door.

Upstairs, James hears the front door close. He stands in silence.

"James!" Hugh calls out from downstairs.

James opens the door and enters the hallway. As he heads to the stairs, his younger brother Edward leans against the wall nearby. He looks at James as he heads downstairs.

"Seems you are about to get it full blast," Edward says.

"Shut up," James responds as he heads downstairs.

At the front door, James comes up to his father and mother. He stands there in front of them. Quiet. Hugh sighs as he crosses his arms.

"Are you crazy?" Hugh calmly but frustratedly asks James.

"Pa I was-"

"You was fighting a group of boys whose father basically owns the police," Hugh says.

"Yeah, which is stupid," Emily buds in. "James, you were protecting a poor girl from those spoiled hillbilly like bastards. No matter what any of these rich idiots say."

Hugh looks at Emily, now openly frustrated. "Stupid or not, this is how it is, now I have to make up for it."

Emily looks at Hugh. "You shouldn't have too," she says while pointing her finger in his face. "You should tell them about themselves."

"That could cost me my job, reputation, and God, knows what else!"

"I'm sorry," James suddenly says. Hugh and Emily look at James. Emily shakes her head no as she responds.

"Don't be sorry. You were helping someone and saving them from some abusive idiots. I appreciate it."

"Yeah but I don't," Hugh buds in. "I have to tell Oscar to his face to turn a blind eye on possible theft and fraud charges against Gregory Spalder. I hate personally partaking in the corruption Spalder or Bandini or any other powerful man in this town insights our police force in."

"You and your department turn a blind eye against everything he does anyway! Even if you are not personally doing it, you are involved!" Emily says in anger. She throws her arms up in frustration as she leaves to another room. Hugh and James stand there in silence. James looks at his father. He sighs.

"I am sorry father."

Hugh sighs and holds his pants belt. Looking down and thinking. He looks at James.

"I appreciate you trying to do a good thing son."

"I know but... while I am sorry. I don't regret it."

"James..."

"No," James says with confidence. "These businessmen or powerful figures... just cause they hold money and have connections... they don't have the right to force people to do what they want. To control people as they wish. It isn't right. You shouldn't have to do their bidding. Helping spread corruption."

"I wouldn't have to if you didn't cause that fight in the first place however."

"I wouldn't have to of fought them if these type of corrupt and overbearing businessmen didn't always get to have there way. Controlling things. Something needs to change."

James starts walking away. Shaking his head.

"Something needs to change."

The Next day...

At Dutch's home,

Dutch walks down the stairs, wearing a some worn down clothes. As he makes it down the stairs, his mother spots him from the living room.

"Where are you going?" Greta asks. Dutch practically ignores her as he opens the door.

"Out," he says as he walks out.

"Wait!" Greta says as she gets up and rushes to Dutch. "I said for you not to leave."

Dutch stops and looks back at his mother. Already angered. "I don't rightly care. A women like you...gonna make me go crazy if I can't spend time away from you. Now I need fresh air."

Dutch walks out and closes the door. Greta stands there, sighing as she looks down sad.

Outside, Dutch stands there, looking foreword. He turns and looks back at his house. "Perhaps you can lay with me" He remembers Elias saying to his mother the previous night. Dutch looks down and sighs in anger. He shakes his head and continues onward.

At all small clearing area, James, Dutch, and Edward sit together.

"And then," James begins. "He told my father that since the police are 'good' friends of Mr. Spalder, he can help out with ending an investigation against him."

"Really?" asks Dutch surprised.

"Yes," Edward adds in. "It's well known the police turn a blind eye to some people but our father never had to really be involved in it. It's tearing him up."

"He's pretty mad," James says.

"Shit," Dutch says.

"What about you?" James asks.

Dutch looks away, silent.

"Dutch?" James insists.

Dutch looks at James and hesitates.

"He is making us pay fifty dollars. In damages for the medical bills they spent to treat Ken and Mark," Dutch says as he looks away again. "Either that or my mother… lays with Elias."

"Fifty?!" James says with a raised and shocked voice. Standing up and looking at Dutch with concern. Dutch stands up and walks a few feet away while talking. Clearly stressed.

"I know stitches didn't cost that much for them. But you know," Dutch says. "People like Mr. Spalder get to get what they want with all the money and power they have."

"That ain't fair," James says looking down and placing his hands on his hip. "These corrupt corporate leaders and businessmen… always getting their way and the police who should be standing up to them… are instead businessmen for the corporate bastards themselves."

Everyone is silent. With the sense of anger and tension thick in the air. James looks at Dutch and goes over to place a hand on his shoulder. Dutch looks at James.

"I won't see you get hurt," James affirms him. "You and your mother won't suffer to make fifty dollars over us defending a waitress being abused."

"I might not have a good relationship with my mother," Dutch says sighing. "But I don't wanna see her hurt. If we need fifty dollars… I am gonna get it and fix this."

"We both will," James says. Dutch sighs and responds with stress in his voice.

"I just can't figure out how the hell we'll make that kind of money soon before SPalder gets impatient and sends Elias to do something," Dutch says. "I mean my mother hardly makes money at the shop. I could get a job but it'll still take too long."

"I could ask my parents," James says. "My mother doesn't disapprove of what we did. We could get you fifty dollars."

"I don't wanna pick up a debt," Dutch says.

"No debt. This is for a friend," James affirms him. Dutch shakes his head no and backs up.

"I never needed to beg or be given money," says Dutch. "I am not gonna start now. I will earn the money."

"Well you'd have to rob someone to get fifty dollars in a few days," says James sarcastically.

"Yeah," Dutch says while chuckling. "That wouldn't make us any better then Spalder who rob people himself in his own way."

The boys are silent. Both thinking.

"Well," James begins to suggest. Dutch looks at him. "I mean depending on who robs who."

"What do you mean?" Dutch asks with peaked interest and uncertainty.

"I mean if we robbed someone who robs people," James says. "Is it really a bad thing? Or is robbing thieves in a sense getting justice for their actions…"