(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
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In the recent weeks following the party, it had been no surprise you'd once again lost your outlaw to Dutch's many schemes involving the newly divulged information surrounding Catherine Braithwaite and her brood of idiot sons. In this seemingly unwavering sweltering heat, Dutch had his concentrations focused solely on the tales of yankee gold – a selfishness that you found hard to bite your tongue around.
The current 'plan' itself seemed to be having more of an effect on you that first thought. Your frustrations had been enough to deal with, but as the weeks drawled on like exhausted shires pulling hay carts under the burning sun – you found the anxiety the situation caused you made you have physical side effects. You felt shaky a lot of the time, dizzy and had even thrown up on some occasions. Most days you woke up feeling ill, your mind already worrying about what one of Dutch's silly little schemes regarding the Gray's and the Braithwaite's would get you all into trouble today. No matter how much pressure this seemed to be putting on you, even the slightest word of distrust or concern would have you flagged down as being 'disloyal', and that was another thing you could not be bothered having hang over you like a rain cloud.
Pressing on, there seemed to be a clear divide in the gang as of late. Like two groups, passing each other constantly on their different rounds. You had stuck with characters like Lenny and Sean and the girls, not to mention Uncle too – taking small jobs where possible whilst the others – Arthur, John, Javier etc all took to the more 'pressing' tasks regarding Dutch's fantasy of obtaining some of that sweet gold he was so fixated on.
You missed Arthur a lot, the pair of you only really got to speak at camp briefly or over the campfire at night – but even then there was no privacy, and you had to go on trying to pretend there was nothing between the pair of you when you had an audience. It was hard to keep up, and you found yourself tearful sometimes in the dead hours of night simply because you hadn't even been able to give him so much as a hug these last few weeks.
It surely then came no surprise one day, as your biggest job in months – the Rhodes bank robbery, fell to shambles. And it had been all your fault.
Weeks of sleepless nights, anxiety and shakiness had caused you to not be on our usual top form at the bank. Your inability to make a cleanly targeted shot at an officer meant Javier was now incarcerated in the local jail – an embarrassment that sat heavy like a large sack of flour on your shoulders all the way home.
Bill had obviously not given you any slack, the man seemed to hate the women getting involved with any jobs as it was – but after 10 minutes of non-stop belittling and scalding, even John (who was a little frustrated by the turn of events) was telling Bill to back off.
"I'm sorry... I just, I don't know what's up with me lately." You tried to explain once again as the three of you rode back into the sticky heat of Clemen's Point, where the camp was framed with the golden lake waters and deep red earth.
