Pretty as an Angel (Arthur Morgan X Reader)

Chapter 1 - The Train Robbery

~ Photo does not belong to me ~

Bullets rained down over the heads of the Van-der-Linde gang, Dutch Van-der-Linde, the leader,  was barking orders at the other members of the gang through the commotion.

"Arthur!  Get covered by that tree!"  He shouted at a tall muscular man who went by the name of Arthur Morgan, Dutch's right hand man. 

He followed his orders and stood behind a thick tree, rifle in hand ready to shoot the oncoming men on horseback.  His azure blue eyes focused on one man, he lined up his rifle scope and pulled the trigger, head shot, the man fell off his horse and tumbled onto the ground, dead.

"Go after the runner Micah."  Arthur said, his eyes fixed on his next target.

"Got it Morgan."  Micah ran off in the direction of the fleeing enemy, his shaggy blonde hair trailing behind him.

Arthur and Dutch continued to shoot down their enemies, one after the other, until they were all laying strewn across the ground.

"Good work boys."  Dutch congratulated, "Let's get into that train!" 

Arthur took his revolver out of its holster and shot the lock on the doors, he pushed them open and jumped in the train.

"Lots a' good stuff here Dutch."  He called from inside, emerging to throw bags of money and valuable goods to him.  Micah returned, chest heaving with a lack of fitness and barely able to breathe, he stood next to Dutch and loaded the bags onto the back of their horses.

In the distance a fair way from the track, a figure emerged, silhouetted by the setting sun behind.

"Err Dutch, we got company."  Arthur pointed out as he exited the train.

The boys turned and stood in a line to face the figure.

"Hello?"  Dutch called out, he put up his hand to show he wasn't threatening.

The figure slowly approached on horseback, the setting sun began to disappear revealing her,  she had (h/c) hair which was draped over her shoulders.  A black hat was on top of her head and she was equipped with a clean rifle which was slung around her.

"Now miss," Dutch started, "This isn't what it looks like."

Arthur rolled his eyes at Dutch's poor attempt to throw her off their track, so he stepped forward and took over.

"Hey Miss, come 'ere."  Arthur directed beckoning her over to him.

Micah and Dutch both shot a look at Arthur as if to ask if he was stupid, but he knew what he was doing.

You approached confidently and began to eye up the three men who stood before you, you nodded your head and began to adjust the (h/c) locks that fell over your shoulders.

"Good evening gentlemen," You said, not breaking eye contact.  "Nice night to rob a train eh'?" Your voice was slick and sarcastic with undertones of curiosity.

Arthur stepped forward and offered his hand to you, you looked at it and raised your eyebrows and scoffed. 

"Need a hand miss?"  Arthur was playing the charmer, so that he could coerce you into not reporting them.

"I'm not some damsel that needs help getting off a horse mister."  You sniped back jumping off your horse.  You straightened your shirt and placed your hands on your hips.

"You stole my score." You smiled walking up to Dutch, "Least I didn't have to do the hard work.  Hand it over and we'll have no trouble."

"No trouble?"  Dutch questioned.

"No trouble."  You affirmed with a smile.  Dutch gave you a confused look.  Rolling your eyes you explained deeper, "I won't take you all to the law if you give me the money off that train."

The boys laughed at your attempt to threaten them, Arthur placed his hand on your shoulder.  "I don't think that's gonna happen, miss."

Quickly you grabbed Arthur's hand, ducked under his arm, and twisted it behind his back pushing his shoulder down.

"Jesus Christ!"  Arthur shouted as you pushed him further towards the ground.

"That's Leviticus Cornwall's train, I had this lead weeks ago, you guys show up and steal it off me, I want the money, now!"  You were getting impatient, you shot your piercing (e/c) eyes to Dutch, not noticing that Micah had crept up behind you.

Micah threw a large rope over your head and yanked you to the ground, you screamed in frustration and thrashed around as he hogtied you.

"Let me go, you bastard!" You growled as Micah picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.  You kicked your legs and bucked your body in an attempt to escape Micah's grip.

"Whoa!  We got a feral one!"  He remarked, "What you wanna do with her Dutch?  Tie her to the tracks?"

"No, we'll take her back to camp, see what she knows about this Leviticus Cornwall fella, Micah stow her on your horse, Arthur you cover the rear, let's get back to camp."  Dutch bossed as he mounted his horse.

Micah threw you onto the back and told you if you tried anything he would shoot you.

You spent the ride back to their camp staring at the ground, suddenly you felt an overwhelming urge to jipe at Micah's riding ability.

"You ride like shit." You sneered.

Before you could laugh at your own joke Micah's fist came hurtling down into the side of your jaw.

"Mother f-" you began, before you received another blow.

"I suggest you shut up before I knock your teeth out bitch."  Micah cursed.

Your jaw began to throb and you tasted blood, running your tongue around your mouth you discovered that your lower teeth were the ones that were bleeding, painfully you sucked the blood to the front of your mouth and spat it onto the ground.  With your jaw still throbbing you turned your head to look towards Arthur who was riding behind, his eyes dropped from the path to your face and he smiled a small smile.  He respected your feisty nature, and didn't like how Micah was being with you.

"What's gonna happen to her when we get back?"  Arthur asked to Dutch

"Well tie her up somewhere safe, question her some, then decide."  Dutch informed.