Hang Em' High [RDR2 X FEM!Reader]

A Hostile Enviroment

Your eyes opened heavily, fluttering as your senses grew adjust to the beaming sun light. Crows squawked and the clatter of guns being moved and cleaned could be heard outside your tent. You threw yourself out of bed with a huff and investigated hesitantly. It was Dutch,
"Ohh hello there y/n" he greeted you, rubbing his revolver with an oily cloth
"Good morning Dutch, what are you doing?" You questioned him while rubbing your tired eyes
"We're going to be helping out the Sherif, we need to make a good name for ourselves here  y/n," he explained joyfully
"Oh, mind if I tag along? I need to get out of camp for awhile."
"Be my guest!" He answered and the two of you set off into Rhodes.

You arrived at the sheriffs station and you noticed that Dutch began to get the sherif drunk, handing him another bottle of moonshine as soon as the last drop entered the mans mouth. Dutch worked his charm on the man, sweetening him up, informing him of how he plans to help him rather than to deceive him. Watching Dutch work was entertaining, it was like he was performing on a stage, his entire audience believed every word that came out of his mouth. A talented showman, spitting lies in his truest form.

The sherif slurred strongly placing a golden badge that shimmered in the orange sun light coming from the wooden window. The star shaped badge clipped onto Dutch's black vest when Dutch looked at you with a glare as if to say "mission accomplished" it was a cheeky smirk that would otherwise go unnoticed by anyone else, but you saw it and gave him a disapproving smile and giggle in return. The sheriff was tripping over his own feet as Arthur barged through the door. The singular sight of seeing him made your heart stop, but also made you happy.
"Oh, and here is my dear friend, Arthur Callahan. Boy is a hunter... boy is a killer." Dutch introduced Arthur, giving him a fake last name. Arthur looked at you and you smiled weekly, but he ignored you and walked straight passed you without a second thought. "Arthur, you've met, but not been introduced to Mr...oh, I'm so sorry, Sheriff Gray."
"How are you doing sir?" Slurred the sherif and they all talked. Arthur discovered he needed to go clear out some people hiding out in a forest and bring them back here alive. He walked out with Dutch and Bill, ignoring you once more. You felt a deep sorrow gloom in you when you think Arthur may be upset with you. He was your best friend here. Your best friend ever. It was crazy how the two of you got so close in such a short amount of time. You didn't want him to be mad at you. You were unsure how to behave or feel as this was very out of character for Arthur. You got a stagecoach back to camp and went to go find Sean. He was sat by the fire when you located him, picking at his nails. You went and sat by him, dramatically falling down by his side.
"Ahh go on then tell me what happened." His Irish accent was very soothing to you
"Arthurs ignoring me." You explained
"Isn't that what you wanted?" He questioned, moving his body to face you directly
"No, I wanted my friend back." You answered as if it were obvious
"Well he probably thinks you want space, that's what I woulda done." He stated "listen y/n Arthur means well he isn't the type of man to ignore you for no reason. I'm going out with him later to do a job for Dutch, I'll chat to him then."
"Thank you Sean."
"Not a bother y/n, never is." He replied, wrapping his arm over you in a joking manner.

Arthur came galloping into camp and you decided to try to smile at him again, but something was making you nervous. As he jumped off his black stallion, you smiled at him while walking past, he ignored you again. It felt like a sand bag had been dropped on your stomach from ten feet up. Sean saw the happiness leave your body and decided he'd go do his job with Arthur now, you liked Sean he was very helpful and funny, resulting in him quickly becoming one of your best friends in camp. Sean laughed and draped his arm around Arthurs shoulder while Arthur stood there with an unimpressed look sketched upon his face. They rode out of camp, but Sean's voice could be heard for miles.

TRIGGER WARNING// THE FOLLOWING MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS // ASSULT

While Sean and Arthur were out, you decided to make use of yourself - you cleaned the dishes with Abigail, she was very sweet and offered to patch up a hole in your jeans, you did the laundry with Miss Grimshaw and did some tidying with Tilly who, as always, was very kind and welcoming. It was all running smoothly, the sun was setting behind the crystal lake and the beams of golden bounces off the waves, hitting the trees and green land around you
"They should be back soon," you thought to yourself while wiping away the sweat from your forehead
"Well, I don't believe we have met." Spoke a confident voice from behind you, you turned around to see a man standing there, leaning slightly backwards with his hands on his hips, he was wearing a cream cowboy hat and had a messy moustache "I'm Micah, Micah Bell." You stood there in silence remembering what Arthur had said to you when he was teaching you how to use a gun

"Yeah, I like to come here some times when I need a break from Micah yapping in my ear." He said with an annoyed laugh
"Which one is Micah again?" You asked apologetically
"Oh, no You haven't met him yet. Lucky." He replied while putting empty glass bottles and metal cans on top of a tree stump
"I take it we don't like him very much then?" You ask watching him scavenge for targets
"You could say that." He replied

"Aha, I'm y/n y/l/n, nice to meet you." You replied trying to repress those thoughts
"So what is it you do?" He asked
"I cook, clean, shoot, thieve, anything Dutch n' Hosea'll let me do." You replied, slightly insulted
"Aha I mean I saw you at the Valentine shootout you weren't really shooting." He stated "but it's alright darling" he said taking a few steps closer, making you slightly gag
"I was looking after Strauss's leg, making sure he didn't bleed out, that's why darling." You replied sarcastically, you noticed his eyebrows fall, getting visibly angry 
"Well haven't you got a little temper?" He asked getting even closer
"Sure." You mutter, knowing your worth and walking away
"Hey! You shouldn't walk away from people when they're speaking to you now, should you doll?" He spoke angrily while grabbing your arm tightly and spinning you around to face him. Your body flooded with rage. You looked him dead in the eyes
"Get. Off. Me. Now." You gritted through your teeth, when he heard you he grabbed your other arm and gripped you even tighter
"Off! Now!" You bellowed, not single essence cowering in you
"Or what?" He asked you while tilting his head.
"Or-"
Suddenly, Micah had been gripped by the throat by an enraged figure and was being pinned against a sturdy tree. It was Arthur, although you almost didn't recognise him, he looked at Micah with murderous eyes, like he was about to kill him there and then.
"Not nice to lay your hands on a lady, Micah." Arthur growled, squeezing Micah's arm, disabling him completely "tell me why I shouldn't tie you up and deliver you to the law right now, aye? Watch you hang?"
"ARTHUR! What the hell are you doing!?" Yelled Dutch, only now hearing the commotion. Arthur rattled Micah before letting go, spitting at his feet and turning around and started to walk away, but stopped at you "come with me y/n." And continued, but you were frozen in time "now."
You hurried after him onto his horse. Reflecting over what had just happened.

A/N Hi everyone, just letting you know I was hesitant to post this because I didn't want anyone thinking I was romanticising or glamorising Micahs behaviour in this chapter. I love you and thank you so much for reading!