Bounty Collected

Captured

"Don't even think about it," a man's voice demanded. "Get your hands up and turn around." He instructed firmly. She did so without hesitation. She saw a blonde man with a handlebar mustache and a white hat. There was another man a couple feet behind him.
"Well, look what we have here!" The blonde man called back to the other man. "We got us a bounty hunter, Bill!" he revealed with a chuckle.
"Shoot her!" the apparent Bill shouted back.
"No, no. I got a better idea. Let's bring her back to Dutch." He approached her and grabbed the gun from its holster and tucking it in his waistline. "Get up." He said as he grabbed her by the jacket. She didn't say anything as she watched him tie her wrists together we a rope. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back by his mouth so he could quietly say "Don't try nothin', or you're gonna die tonight." He dragged her along with his hand still full of her braided hair. He attached the length of rope connected to her wrist rope, to the saddle of the horse. He hopped up on the horse and began to walk away with her on the ground walking behind the horse. As she began to lag behind, the horse dragged her forward causing her to stumble.
"Best keep up, Whore!" The man shouted back and letting out a laugh. As we approached the spot that the Van Der Linde gang was located, the blonde man called everyone out to gather by him. As he hopped off his horse, he approached her and grabbed her by the hair in the same manner he did before. This time, pulling her towards the clearing surrounded by tents and wagons.
"Everyone, come look what I brought us!" He yelled about obviously pleased with himself.
"What are you doing, Micah?" Dutch asked in a defeated tone.
"I found this little piece of shit sneaking up on our camp. She's a bounty hunter." Micah said gesturing toward the badge on the her jacket. By this time, a larger crowd had gathered around. Dutch looked at Anna and approached her slowly. Micah yanked her down by hair, slamming her to her knees and making her grunt in pain. She glared up at him before turning her attention back to Dutch. She looked up at him with her large blue eyes and clenched jaw. He studied her face as if he were memorizing every curve of her face. From her perfect tanned skin, to her plump lips. Her beauty was obvious to even the enemy-- sometimes especially the enemy.
"Hmm. What's your name?" Dutch says in an almost warm tone. She doesn't answer. She just continues looking back at him.
"Answer!" Micah shouted while yanking her head back by her hair. She hissed from the pain. Dutch looked at Micah almost with disapproval.
"Does it matter?" She says quietly with a shrug.
"Want me to shoot her, Dutch?" Micah asks with excitement.
"No. No. Just tie her up to that tree. I will think of something." Dutch orders as he walks back to his tent. Micah follows Dutch's order and drags her to the tree. He ties the rope tight across her abdomen around the medium sized tree. He is knelt down beside her and just looks at her. She can see the ill intentions in his eyes.
"Mmm, mmm girl! What a treasure, finding you." He slides his hand down her chest and then to her thighs where he gently slides his fingers. "I'll be back later to have some fun with you." He says with a creepy chuckle before leaving here there. She observes most of the camp members doing their varied tasks. Mostly women doing chores and men sitting around talking. Just then she notices two more men on horseback ride into the camp. One, a dark skinned fella. Maybe Native American. The other, a white man with a strong jaw. They had some animals stowed on their horses. Looked like they came back from a hunt. When they got off the horses, Dutch greeted them and was talking with them. Dutch gestured towards her and the two men looked at her. It was apparent that he was filling them in on the day's events. As day turns to night, less and less people are lingering around. She can still see Micah at the fire, eyeing her. He had spent the better part of the evening drinking and watching her. After everyone else went to bed, she saw Micah making his way over to her. Oh shit. Ok, here we go. She thought to herself, trying to calm her nerves. He was stumbling the whole way. Finally, he reached her and dropped to his knees in front of her. He brought his face close to hers. She could smell the whiskey on his breath.
"Just you and me now, doll." He said pulling a large knife from its sheath. She grew nervous as she watched the knife move towards her. To her relief, he just used it to cut the rope that tethered her to the tree. Just as soon as he freed her, he put the knife up to her throat.
"Try anything and I will gut you." He said sternly. She nodded her head and let him direct her movements. He lied her on her back and straddled her. One hand still holding the knife to her, the other sliding down to her breast where he fully cupped it. "Mmm, nice" He slurred. Her eyes began to water as she prepared herself for what was about to take place. He moved down to her waistline, where he inserts the knife and cuts her pants off her. She pulls her knees together on reflex but is quickly met with a back hand to the face. She opens her legs for him. "Good girl." He mutters before opening his pants. Just before he is about to insert himself, he hovers over her silently and then collapses on her. She lays there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She hears heavy snoring and realizes that he has passed out. She doesn't waste any time trying to wiggle out from under him gently to not wake him. She is able to get out and looks around to make sure the coast is clear. Her hair completely fallen out of its braid and without pants, she makes a run for it. She heads for the tree line.

Little does she know, that Arthur (one of the men that rode in from the hunt) sees her from his tent where he woke to take a leak.
"Ah, shit." He mutters quietly to himself. He zips up and starts stalking in the woods following her. A much better hunter than her, able to stay silent as he quickly moves up on her. Just as she arrives at a slight clearing on a small cliff, she makes a break for it. Running towards the cliff side that isn't too steep to climb down. As she makes the clearing, she is tackled by what feels like a train. With him on top of her, she wiggles and kicks her way out. She hits him in his sensitive spot causing him to groan loudly. It gives her the second she needs to escape his grasp. She makes another break for the cliffside. Just as she reaches it, he tackles her again, causing both of them to fall down the cliff rolling over sharp rocks and sticks. They both lay at the bottom of the cliff gathering themselves. Before she can get up, he is on top of her. She can't break free from him. He was incredibly strong and a little angry. A she struggles below him, he lifts her a few inches by her shirt and them slams her back down with incredible force, knocking the wind out of her. She lets out a loud, pained grunt.
"Quiet!" He hisses as he bring the knife to her neck. He covers her mouth and flattens himself on top of her. Still dizzy from him slamming her down, she moves her head up to see a road not far from them that has a few horses coming down it.
"You make sound and I will cut your throat." He says in a gruff whisper. She doesn't move as she can barely lift her head. The posse of men passes them. Finally, he lifts off of her.
"You done?" He asks, steadying his breathing.
"Yes." she says with a groan. She lies there and curls up on her side, wrapping her arms around her head to bring some comfort her now aching head. He sits next to her and allows her this moment to comfort herself.
"This may not be the time but where are your pants?" He asks trying no to look at her exposed legs.
"What?" She groaned "That guy cut them off me." She says sitting herself up.
"I might have known." He says with a low growl. "Come on, let's go."
"Give me a second. Goddamn, you sure know how to hurt a woman." She mumbled trying to get herself off the ground. Her comment bothered Arthur. He would never let on though. He waiting patiently watching the gorgeous, beat up woman before him caress her varying parts that pained her. Her long, wavy raven hair blowing in the wind. Arthur couldn't remember a time he saw anything so beautiful. She stood herself up and walked towards him. She was fully aware that even if she could run away, she would have no chance of outrunning him with no shoes.
"It's a long walk to the other side of this cliff. Can you walk it?" He asked gesturing towards her bare feet.
"I'm kinda gonna have to, aren't I?" She said stepping on to the dirt road.
"I can carry you." He said softly.
"Don't try to be gentlemanly now."
He doesn't respond, he just looks at the ground. Arthur was never the type of man to hurt women. He regretted being so rough with her but he was desperate to silence her. As they walk silently, Arthur holds the rope that binds her hands together.
"You got a name?" He asks hesitantly.
"Anna." She said quietly. "What's your name?"
"Arthur."
"Morgan?" She asked.
"Yeah?" He said with a quizzical look
"Saw your name on Dutch's bounty." She revealed "You're mentioned as people he associates with. I guess they were correct."
"Apparently, so." They continued their walk back to camp. When they arrived, he took her back to the tree she was tied to. He saw Micah's passed out body lying on his back. He noticed his pants were undone. He had an uneasy feeling about tying her up near Micah in case he woke up again. Just as she was about to sit back down by the tree, Arthur pulled her wrist rope towards him. "Wait, why don't I tie you up in my tent?" He said gesturing towards Micah.
"So, if it's not him, it's you?" She asked nervously.
"It ain't like that. I ain't gonna try anything like that." He insisted. He walked her over to his tent. There was a wagon and a cot in a tented room. It was nice to get in out of the wind. Especially since she was half naked.
"Here, take a seat for a minute while I get everything ready." He said pointing towards the cot. She didn't say anything and just did as she was told. He grabbed more rope and took off his boots. He sat down on the cot beside her and tied her wrists above her head attached to the edge of the cot.
"That ok?" He asked.
"I suppose so."
He took his place next to her and lying on his side as there wasn't much room. He tried not to look at the long, toned legs and bare midriff on the woman who lay next to him. Her shirt only provided so much coverage. She was very aware of how exposed she was. She shivered in the night air. He sat up and reached at the end of the cot. He pulled out an article of clothing. He covered her with one of his shirts.
"That better?" He asked.
"Yes, thank you." She said very appreciatively.
"Don't mention it. Now, I'm not trying nothin'. It's just for warmth." He said cautiously as he wrapped his arm around her body and pulled her closer. She said nothing and normally would not allow this kind of behavior but she was too cold to complain. The both drifted off to a much needed sleep.