It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Mouse trap

"Arthur...?"
"Arthur are you alright son?"
"Morgan! Wake up!"

With a grumble, Arthur sat up from the cold ground, bringing his hand to his head as he observed his surroundings. Looking up, he saw Charles, Dutch and Micah looking over him.

"Agh, what happened?" Arthur asked the men that stood before him.

"That's what we wanna know Cowpoke, where's (Y/N)?" Micah snarled as he reached down and grabbed Arthur by the collar.

Immediately, Arthur batted Micah's hand away and stood up.
"Get your hands off me, what the hell are you talking about?" Arthur grumbled, stepping towards Micah.

"Arthur, we waited by the crossroads for you and (Y/N). You never showed up, neither did she. Micah wouldn't let it go so we went back to camp to get Charles then came back out here to find you." Dutch explained.

Arthur, taking this all in, as well as the thumping headache in the back of his head, quickly realised that you weren't anywhere to be seen. He looked around for any sort of clue, but he was quickly interrupted.

"So, what the fuck happened?" Micah snapped, pushing Arthurs shoulder so he was facing him again.

"How the hell am I to know Ive been out cold on the floor you damn fool!" Arthur snapped back.

"Well maybe if you'd had your fucking eyes open, you'd-"
"Stop it!" Dutch boomed, silencing the two cowboys as he pushed them apart.

"Micah, calm down. (Y/N) is a tough enough woman. Whatever has happened, we will find her and bring her home. But there ain't no point yellin' about it." Dutch pointed out, Micah huffing in annoyance.

"Charles, can you see any tracks, any sort of guide as to what could have happened?" Dutch asked Charles.

Crouching down, examining the floor, taking parts of the dirt and rubbing it between his fingers, Charles took a deep breath.

"Well, there are a lot of footprints here, so, I could take a good guess at what's happened...and it's not good." Charles sighed as he glanced back at his comrades. Their faces stiff and awaiting instruction from their fellow friend and tracker.

"We'd better hurry."

Somewhere else....

Feeling your body again, your head pounding and heart bounding even faster, you felt a tight rope bonding your arms behind your back. You could feel bruises forming all over your body underneath your clothes, almost like your body had been bashed and thrashed about. As your vision cleared, you saw that you were in some sort of underground compartment? There were no windows or anything to indicate where you were, causing your breath to quicken as you pulled your arms trying to break free of the rope.

Suddenly, you heard a door slam open and the sound of footsteps coming down the steps followed. You lowered your head, not wanting to appear weak and merciful to your kidnappers.

"(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).... It's been a while." an evil yet disgustingly familiar voice spoke to you, accompanied with the squeaking of a lantern that needed oil.

A light chuckle escaped you as you peered up at him, your eyes squinting slightly at the sudden change in lighting in the room.

"Desperate as ever, Colm." You spat at him, glaring at him with sheer hatred.

He chuckled as he placed the lantern on a nearby bench and turned to look at you. He tactically admired your tiny, weak form, vulnerable and trapped. You felt disgusted with your own image, being unable to hide from the monster before you. You could only turn your head away.
As you did, he reached forward swiftly and roughly grabbed your cheeks roughly to pull you forward, forcing you to face him. You grumbled in disgust.