(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
A/N: Just a warning that this chapter contains smut towards the end.
Horseflesh for Dinner, and Dessert on the Cards
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As was always the case, the gang continued to try and pave their way in the new land surrounding the new camp's location.
Since moving, you'd got more of a sense of the gang being a cornered wild animal trying to stay hidden from an ever industrialising world, snapping it's jaws in order to keep the new societal systems at bay.
Still, you got on with your jobs as normal. Small things mainly, a couple of home robberies with Sadie, Lenny or Charles - coming home with some decent earnings whilst you watched Dutch get the boys and himself in with the local law in Rhodes, and listening to Hosea playing the rival family like a fiddle. Maybe you were just over cautious but, it seemed like a sure fire trap to get you all into trouble fast. In fact, it made you feel quite happy to continue doing the smaller jobs and have as little to do with a historical family feud as possible.
Besides, the jobs kept your mind distracted whilst you saw less of Arthur in the passing weeks. It had been a while since your encounter and you felt selfish for wanting his attention in the way you did ... you only hoped he still felt the same, and that he was just exhausted by all this running back and fourth between the Grays and the Braithwaites.
So you plodded on, daydreaming to yourself like a smitten kid and fighting the feelings of hopelessness that sometimes washed over you.
It was just another humid summer's day, the type where your hair sticks to the back of your neck and clothes cling to your sticky feeling figure. You'd been up to the train station to collect the mail with Fox, the sun was barely at it's peak and already Lemoyne felt like a sweat box - sun beating down mercilessly over the golden brown and red hues that were evident everywhere in the terrain of this country.
You'd just made it through the shady relief of the tree canopy, your interest peaked by the sight of Arthur, John and Javier talking quietly between each other at the hitching post.
As you tethered up Fox and swung out of the saddle, they looked at you quickly - and then between themselves. The moment of silence was rather comical.
"What? Is there somethin' on my shirt?" You queried, glancing down at the cornflower blue blouse before pressuring them with your gaze to let you know what the sketchy looks were for.
"How y' fixed for the next few hours?" John's raspy tones questioned you directly, his dark brown eyes settling on you fixedly.
"I'm free, but it depends." You replied quickly, narrowing your eyes slightly. "What is it you need?"
It was no secret you'd dropped hints over the past few days about your unease with Dutch's new approach of stirring the pot of tensions between the two rival families here in Rhodes, and how you wanted to try and stay out of it, if possible.
