Hang Em' High [RDR2 X FEM!Reader]

A Trip Back Home

TRIGGER WARNING!!
SICK/ VOMIT

"Miss y/l/n."
You grumbled
"Miss y/l/n."
....
"Miss Y/l/n."
"What do you want!?" You snapped loudly before opening your eyes to be greeted with Dutch standing there, watching over you with a shocked grin plastered on his face. "I am so so sorry-"
"Ohhh it's quite alright Miss y/l/n" Dutch replied with a laugh "Tilly, that one over there, needs some help with the washing, would you mind helping her?" He says smiling while pointing at a girl in a lovely yellow dress, it reminded you of the one your dad bought you when you were much younger. He was so proud of it, he saw how much you longed for it every time you walked past the shop window, so he saved up his pennies and got it for you. Oh how you missed him and ma of course.
"Course, Dutch. I'll be over in a jiffy."
"Jiffy?" His face scrunched up in confusion
"I'll be over in a minute." You replied with a smile, heaving yourself out of bed. The floor swayed beneath your feet and your head felt like it could pop and you felt like you could....
Blahhhh
Vomit..
You were sick outside your tent. Mrs Grimshaw looked at you with disgust before running to get a bucket. You got changed and headed over for Tilly, a lot slower this time. Clearly the affects of last night's shenanigans hadn't worn off yet. Tilly was sat on the floor kneeling over a bucket of scolding, soapy water.
"Hey y/n." She said with a beautiful smile "how's your head doing?" The smile turned into a giggle
"Probably how you image it being." You responded playing along "Mrs Grimshaw just witnessed me vomit so-"
"Ohhh not very good then?" She asked sarcastically
"No, not very." You both laughed. Tilly asked you to help clean some clothes and you happily obliged, as long as you didn't have to clean Pearson's dirty underwear you were happy to do anything for camp, after all these people did save your life. It was the least you could do. The two of you joked and gossiped for awhile before Arthur came speeding into camp on his black stallion, which reflected the golden beams of sun and he asked if he could steal you for an hour or so. You stood up and brushed the dirt from your knees and the two of you walked to his horse. He helped you up before jumping on, himself.
"Listen y/n I have some not very good news." He spoke quietly while leaving camp.
"Whats wrong?" You asked very worriedly
"When you got shot, you were fading in and out of consciousness for ages before you properly went into a deep sleep and in your sleep you were talking about your family farm??" He explained, weaving in and out of the trees.
"How bad is it?" You knew it wasn't safe to go back there yet, but you could tell by the way Arthur spoke that it may not be possible to ever go back.
"I'm taking you to see it, so you can answer that for yourself." He responded. Stress instantly showered over you. This was your family legacy and if it has serious damage that's going to be all because of you. You can pretty much hear your family giving you a sarcastic "well done" from wherever they are. You tightened your grip around Arthur's waist and leaned your head on his back, watching all the wildlife live contently in their natural state. The rabbits danced through the long grass together and the birds flew up above, watching the ground naturally. Soon enough you were arriving at your farm. You squeezed your eyes tightly and took a deep breathe in, but instead of the fresh, healthy air your lungs were used to, they were greeted with charcoal filled, thick smoke.
"They've burned it." You thought to yourself, you hesitantly opened your eyes. Your heart stung as you saw you were correct.
"Listen, I'm sorry y/n...." Arthur spoke softly, scared he would make it worse.
"It's alright." You sighed while jumping off the horse, your body felt numb. You walked up to where the fence to the pig pen used to be and crouched down before the rubble and carefully picked something out. In your hands you held the remains of a burned, green cravat, covered in ash.
"These people who keep bothering me...." You spoke while Arthur came and crouched next to you, he looked you in the eyes "they always wear green." You continued
"O' Driscolls." Added Arthur "they always wear green and they were who we were revenge robbing when we found you." He saw the pain illuminate your eyes.
"And we're fighting these people?" You ask, with a lump in Your throat
"We are. You don't have to."
"Oh I want to." You croaked and cleared your throat "and I won't stop until ever last one of these murderers are six feet deep...."