It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Plot twist

After a moment or so of calming yourself down and dressing yourself, you and Micah emerged from the tent quietly.
As you exited, you were greeted by one of the smaller members of the gang.
Cain.
His little tail wagging with joy as he approached, you immediately dropping to your knees to call him over.
Cain had wandered into camp and been named by Dutch a few days ago. He was little jacks pride and joy and most of the gang seemed to adore him...except Micah.

"C'mere boy! Yes you're a good little boy aren't you? Yes you are!" You coddled the pooch as you fussed him, his tail wagging as he rubbed his face into your hands, seeking evermore love.

"Agh, dumb mutt." You heard Micah snarl from behind you.
You looked over your shoulder at his disgusted expression at the dog. He had told you that he wasn't an animal lover but this was ridiculous.

"Oh don't be like that, he's a harmless little puppy, aren't you boy? Huh? Huh!" You told Micah yet continued to focus your attention on Cain.

"Swear you care about that dog more than you do me." Micah commented, jealousy seeping through his teeth.
You rolled your eyes as you rose to standing, Cain lingering for a moment then running off.

"Most days." You teased as you turned back to him, causing him to huff as he folded his arms over his chest.

Smiling at his annoyance, you gently took ahold of his arm and looping yours around it, pressing your head against his shoulder.
"Come on, don't pout." You teased him, smiling as you lifted your head to look up at him.

Shaking his head, he managed to crack a smile at your beguiling expression.
"I ain't. Come on, let's go into town or something. Get outta here for a bit." Micah offered, tugging his arm you'd looped around fondly.

"Are you asking me on a date Mr. Bell?" You continued to tease him.

"If you want. Whatever you want to call it darlin'" Micah purred as he walked with you towards the horses, oddly slowly. The smug yet subtle smile on his face expressed how much he loved you holding onto his arm.
It was quite a charming thing to do, quite a bold move on your behalf, your face lighting up at the realisation.

Walking with him, you passed Pearson's wagon and noticed the man himself wasn't around. Instead you were met with Swanson moping on the floor, bottle in hand. The sight caused you to frown sorrowfully, you felt sorry for the poor man.

"Look at him! He's a disgrace! You're a disgrace!" Micah barked at Swanson, letting go of your arm and heading over to him swiftly, kicking the man in the side.

"Micah! Stop that! Leave the man be god damn you!" You snapped, pulling on his arm.

"The rest of us are out, risking our necks so this degenerate can dissipate himself." Micah continued to deteriorate the Reverend.

"Look when you're the leader of your own little gang, then maybe you can say stuff like that, till then, keep your trap shut, now come on leave the man be." You argued, forcing your point on him. He looked quite taken back at your nerve to talk to him like that, but the sheer spark in your eyes only spurred him on.

"Oh-ho, (Y/N)..." Micah chuckled as he stepped away from Swanson and closer to you. The firm expression not leaving your face.

"I can never stay mad at you darlin', no matter how nasty your tongue is." Micah slurred, his honeyed words not quite charming you as he'd like them to.

Glaring at his smirk, you shook your head with a small smile.
"I'll meet you at the horses." You're voice Orotund as you patted his chest gently.

With another chuckle, he turned and walked over to the horses.
Looking at his retreating figure, you sighed heavily, dropping your head at his actions.