Bounty Collected

The Bounty Hunter

***This is based on the video game Red Dead Redemption 2. Characters are based on RDR2. Partial story line based on video game events.***
#rdr2 #arthurmorgan #smut #nsfw

Anna Graves grew up wealthy in New York. She was raised in luxury, learning the best skills money could buy. By the time she was 17, the socialite was an accomplished dancer, pianist, marksman, and linguist able to speak English, French, and Spanish. She spends her days practicing her many talents and planning for social event after social event with the other girls in her vapid world. On Anna's 18th birthday, the raven-haired beauty she decided that she could no longer live the life she was born into. She did not want to live out her life in boredom. She had nothing to hold her here. Her parents only saw her about once a month between their travels and social calls. With that, she took enough money to get her by and traveled to Saint Denis.

When Anna arrived in Saint Denis, she wasn't sure exactly what she would do with herself. She wandered down the streets of downtown Saint Denis until she was stopped by the ruckus of several men on horses rushing down the street. One of the horses had a man tied up, stowed on the back. Anna asked the woman standing next to her what all the commotion was.
"Bounty Hunters. Must have caught their man." She said before walking away. Just then, the idea came to Anna's head. 'Perfect! It has action, freedom, and doing something good' she thought to herself.

After a few months, Anna was starting to get the hang of bounty hunting. Turned out that people were pretty willing to turn on their friends if they are drunk enough. However, the tricky part was capturing her bounty without getting herself hurt or killed. Using charm and her good looks, she was able to capture most of her bounties through the promise of seduction. After Anna dropped off her sixth successful bounty, she headed out of town to find a nice place to lay low for a bit. She found herself a nice little spot south of the Heartlands overlooking Flat Iron Lake. She situated her blanket roll and lay there relaxing. After a moment, she fell asleep. The next morning, she woke from a good night's sleep. She began brushing her long, dark hair before throwing it into a loose braid. She dressed in usual button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and vest for added coverage. She slung her gun belt around her waist that helped accentuate her curves. As she was grooming herself, she spotted some people milling around at the lakes edge, not far from her. She quickly ducked down and hid her belongings so no one would see that anyone had been there from the road. She grabbed her gun from her belt, put her jacket on, and slowly moved towards the people to get a better look. She could gather that it was a gang hide-out. She wanted to see what gang and how many there were. She crouched down behind a rock and looked through her binoculars.
"Dutch Van Der Linde!" She whispered to herself. He is worth a pretty penny, if captured. Just then, she heard the click of a revolver behind her.

Shit.