Time Flies

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6-7 years later

Sarah was now the sole owner of her father's land, money, houses, and business. He passed a year ago, it was hard and horrible on her little family.

She's taking care of her mother who has fallen ill from grief, Sarah feared the worst for her elderly mother.

Amelia Morgan who was now six, very troublesome and the spitting image of her father was the only think keeping Sarah afloat.

After leaving the gang, Sarah worked herself to the bone. She had to hurry home when she found out her daddy was gravely I'll.

The turmoil caused Sarah to go into labor early. It was a hard labor and she was alone during it. It was the toughest thing she had to deal with.. but 20 hours of labor, she had a beautiful and tiny baby girl. She had a full head of blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes.

She hadn't heard anymore about the Van Der Linde gang, other than a bloody war with the Pinkertons. She was thankful she left when she did when she heard.

She was sitting in her study, going  through the ledgers when Amelia ran in.

"Baby, what did momma tell you?"

"Not to bother you right now" she smiled sweetly.

"Yes. But you may tell me what it is."

"There's a lady here, she's real manly and tough." Amelia imitated the woman, walking with her little leg far apart and her shoulders high. "She's got a bunch of guns on her legs!" She giggled.

"Really now?" Sarah has a feeling she knew who it is.

As if on cue, the butler came to the door, knocking lightly.

"Mrs. Morgan, there is two...women here for you. Sadie Adler and Abigail Marston. Do you wish for them to leave?" The butler's nose turned up as if disgusted. Sarah was thrilled but terrified at the same time.

"No, tell them to come in and please refrain from snobbery Mr Landon." Sarah said sweetly. His face dropped and he took off with a huff.

A few moments later, her old friends joined her.

As they walked in, they eyed Amelia with awe. Amelia smiled with her little crooked teeth on full display.

"Oh you two look marvelous!" Sarah greeted.

Sadie raised a blonde eyebrow but smiled and Abigail actually blushed.

"Oh you, you always have and always will." Abigail rounded the desk, tugging Sarah into an embrace.

Sadie watched them with a half smile. "Well thank you but I sure as hell..." Sadie stopped, cringing at her use of words. "I'm sorry I ain't used to being around kids." Sadie reaches a hand out to Amelia.

"What's you name?" Amelia shook it vigorously.

"My name is Amelia Guinevere Morgan. And whats yours?"

Sadie laughed, "Sadie Adler, Miss Morgan."

Abigail was a mess of tears. "Can I hug you?" She asked Amelia.

Amelia looked disgusted as Abigail embraced her. "You look just like your daddy, oh my!"

Sarah's heart broke at the words. She had kept Arthur a secret because she didn't know whether he'd be around or not.

"I don't know my daddy but momma said he was handsome."

"Oh he is." Abigail laughed, wiping away the tears.

"Actually..we finally found you and that's what we wanted to talk about." Sadie finally said to Sarah.

Sarah nodded. "Amelia darling, go check on granny while I chat." Amelia rolled her eyes in response, "I miss everything!" Then left the room.

Sarah nervously giggled, shaking her head at her daughter as she shut the heavy wooden door.

The women sat, all three nervous about what was next.
"Okay.. so Arthur was dead...until we found out he really ain't." Sadie shook her head. "There was a shootout at Beaver Hollow shortly after you left. Arthur was a mess because...well I told them I killed you."

"What?" Sarah choked out.

"Listen, I told them that so you'd be safe. We found out that Arthur had been in Willard's Rest with a friend. The Indians healed him, he had tuberculosis. He was at dearth's door on a mountain after fighting Micah. You were right.. Dutch went crazy and betrayed us, the damn bastard."

Sarah gasped, her heart hammering in her chest.

"He is staying at our house for right now." Abigail chimes in. "You need to come and see him."

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