It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Blessed are the Peacemakers

As you were riding back to camp with Pearson and Micah, a thousand thoughts were flying through your mind. What would Dutch say? Surely he wouldn't go through with it. You know Colm can't be trusted as far as he can be thrown. There was a highly selfish part of you that didn't want peace with the O'Driscolls... you wanted revenge for how Colm treated you and Kieran...but you pushed that selfish idea to the side for now...you had to put the safety of the gang and everyone in it before your own selfishness.

"You feeling okay Miss (Y/N)?" You heard Pearson calling from behind.

"Just fine Mr. Pearson, how about you? Must have been a little scary being ambush by them." You asked him.

"Nah not really. Was a bit confused but, they only seemed to want to get their little Parley plan across. How are you feeling about all of this? I know you guys have a little history." Pearson continued.

Micah's attention was piqued, curious to hear your opinion on this situation.

"I ain't convinced honestly...Colm's a snake, and I doubted he'll ever change. But, I am curious as to what bullshit excuse he's gunna pull out of the bag." You grumbled, the hatred for Colm practically rolling off your tongue like venom.

Micah grumbled to himself. He was hoping he could talk you out of coming, but he knew that they can't stop you. Not that he could blame you, if he were in your shoes, he'd feel the same.

As the three of you made it back into camp, you immediately started scanning the camp for Kieran.
Spotting him by a table, you went to walk over to him when you were beckoned by Micah.

"Hey, hey, hey, hold on." Micah called you as he paced up to you.

"What?"
"We gotta talk (Y/N)" Micah sighed as he gently took your wrist.

Taking a breath, you nodded and walked with him over to Dutch's tent. He sat himself down on a chair just on the edge of the tent.

Clearing his throat he tapped his lap, prompting you to sit on it.
Smiling, you cautiously sat yourself on his lap, his hand landing around your waist to steady you as you wrapped an arm around the back of his neck.

He gazed up at you and smiled pitifully.
"You can't come darlin'" Micah sighed as he gently rubbed your back.

"Micah..." you sighed quietly, you really weren't in the mood to bicker with him.

"Just listen to me, I know, I get it, but you just can't okay? If Colm's there, he's gunna say something to get under your skin, you'll probably shoot him, then you'll get yourself killed." Micah pushed his point.

"Don't you trust me?" You asked, slightly irritated at his lack of faith in you.

"Of course i do! I just-"
"What you two bickering about now?" A gruff texan voice asked.

"Looking over, you both see Arthur approaching you.
"Nothin' Arthur, don't worry yourself." You sighed heavily as you pulled yourself off of Micah's lap, causing him to groan.

"Right well, (Y/N) you seen Dutch?" Arthur asked you, quickly changing the topic.

"No Arthur honey I just got back into camp, we've been out all afternoon." You sighed heavily as you rubbed your face with your hands. This whole situation with Colm and Micah was stressing you out a lot.

"Oh right okay." Arthur awkwardly huffed, avoiding the clear conflict between yourself and Micah.

"Speakin' of Dutch, we need to see him ourselves, don't we, sugar pie?" Micah cooed as he stood from the chair and looked over at you. You shot him a glare and just shrugged it off.