Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

Hope

A/N: here it is, folks! The last chapter. It's gonna be a looooong one.

Please let me know what you think, and whether you'd like an epilogue or a sequel.

Be on the look for more RDR2 stories from me in the future.
Enjoy the story! Thanks for sticking around! :)
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As soon as the gang left camp that morning, Abigail was on the move too.
Using the morning fog as her cover, she took Jack and her things on a horse and ran off to the pre-arranged meeting point just outside of Blackwater.

Ms. Grimshaw noticed her sneaking out, but she actually decided to let her go. She knew that this gang life was not suitable for her and her son, especially with John being incarcerated.

Similarly, John also had begun to move out on that same very morning to meet up with them.
He began packing up what little he had with him at the Valentine hotel, until he found a folded up piece of paper in the bedside table's drawer.

It was a drawing of him messy-haired, naked, and sleeping; with a handwritten poem underneath it.
It said:

We've been through Hell together
Feeling the pleasure and the pain
Stood side by side against the world
In the sunshine and the rain

Outlaws live their lives on the edge
Their castles built with sand
Why angels fall in love with them
It's hard to understand.

-A.M

John couldn't help but smile at this. He knew that Arthur must have left it there by mistake, since he was never really the affectionate type.
John loved seeing this artistic side of Arthur, even without him knowing.

He then kissed the paper and tucked it in his back pocket before leaving the hotel room.

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Arthur stood there in the middle of the Bank, carrying the duffel bag with cash.
He debated following Dutch for a second, but he ultimately decided to go out the front door and help his friends that were getting shot at outside.

He took a deep breathe and exhaled slowly while shutting his eyes, before busting the door wide open and going out with his rifle.

He started shooting at anyone dressed in blue, trying to look around and locate his posse.
He found everyone at their respective stations on the rooftops, except for Lenny.

"Arthur!" Charles called out from a rooftop enthusiastically.
"Charles! Where's Lenny?!"
"He was right over there." Charles pointed at a nearby rooftop that Lenny was supposed to be on. "Where's Dutch?"

"To hell with Dutch!"
Arthur ran quickly towards the building, shooting any lawman he sees in his path.
"Get this man!" A familiar voice called from behind.
Arthur looked back to see agent Milton on the back of a stagecoach with some of his men.

"Shit!"

Arthur started running faster to get to the rooftop, but he was shot in the leg and fell immediately.
"Leave him! He's mine." Milton yelled at his men, before dismounting the stagecoach and moving up towards the outlaw.

Arthur was laying on his back on the ground, trying to lean on his rifle to get up.

Milton then kicked the rifle away, making Arthur fall again and letting out a pained groan.
"We.. we gotta stop meeting like this, Milton." Arthur said mockingly to the tall agent who was looking over him with disgust. He sounded tired and in pain, but he was still trying to appear nonchalant and not show weakness 'till the last moment.