Blessed are the Peacemakers {[RDR2 Arthur X Reader]}

chapter 4; train heist

At the first hint of sunlight, the gang of men had loaded their horses and were preparing to head off the train. This particular train was loaded with rich passengers. Dutch has high hopes this will be the last hit we need to get the money we need for the life we want.

You mount your house after filling your saddle bags with plenty medical supplies. The men line up and listen to Dutch's review over the plan before we all take off. The thunder of horses hooves echo through the canyon as the train tracks come into sight. Hosea rides up along side you.

"[Y/n], you'll want to split off from here and head to the meeting point we agreed. We'll meet you there after it's all done."

You give a quick nod and turn your horse in the direction he pointed. You knew where the point was. It was out of sight from all the action so you'd be spared the ugly part. A tent was waiting for you along with Uncle who agreed to watch after you in case the job turned south. It took you only a few minutes to get a fire going and your supplies set up.

~~ Arthur's POV ~~

They all stood at the top of the hill awaiting the oncoming train. Dutch headed the group, Micah to his right and Arthur to his left. Bill tailed behind him, followed by Javier, John, Hosea, Charles and Lenny. Jobs like this never made Morgan anxious before but now all I could think about was getting done quickly and quietly as possible to avoid bringing the trouble back to you . He didn't like having you so close to the action but was glad to see Dutch trusting you to be more involved in the actions of the gang.

The long whistle of the train sounded and Dutch looked back at his men. Bill jumped off his horse and readied himself at the detonator. Everyone waited in silence as the train chugged along at its steady pace. Dutch held up his hand to give the signal and Bill pushed down on the handle. Instinctively, Arthur prepares himself for the blast of the TnT on the tracks but nothing happened.

"Dammit Bill!" Dutch shouted and took off on his horse.

Bill Williamson - Gang member

Bill kept slamming down on the handle, a confused look on his face. Arthur follows after the men, tailing up on the train. This approach gave the guards time to see them coming and they were armed and ready. Shots flew threw the air, whistling past him. He took his opportunity to jump from his horse onto the speeding train. Ducking behind a wooden crate, he grips his Lancaster repeater preparing to take the shot. Peeking the guns barrel over the crate, he finds his first target.

Pinkertons.

What the hell were they doing here? This wasn't apart of the original plan.

"MICAH!" He hollered over the gunfire. "DUTCH!"

Nobody answered.

This whole damn plan was that dirty rat Micah's idea. How could Micah not know that Pinkerton's would be all over the place already?

He couldn't think about that now. These motherf**kers had to die.

He made shot after shot, picking them off one by one. Changing position once in awile to advance further up the train, making his way to the passenger cars. That's where the money is. He pulls open the door and aims. The car was packed full of rich folk dressed head to toe in glitzy outfits. Dutch stood in the doorway at the other end.

"Let's get this done boy. We're running low on time." He shouted to him.

"Folks, this here is a robbery. I don't want to hear a damn word out of any one of ya. Get your money, jewelry, whatever you got ready and nobody gets hurt." He howls over the car. Opening he bag, I he stops at each seat, waving the pistol and searching each person.

Suddenly, a body popped in the back of the train car, firing shots everywhere. He dives in between two seats but not before a bullet bites into his leg.

"AGH!" He yelled, gripping the wound.

The Pinkerton slinked down the aisle, a nasty smile on his face. He buried the barrel of his pistol into the center of Arthur's chest. 

"Mr. Morgan. We meet again." It was none other than the putrid Agent Milton.

Agent Milton - Pinkerton Detective Agency

Before he could utter another word, Dutch threw himself into the side of the sly man. Losing his aim, the bullet intended for Arthur's heart, burrowed into his shoulder. He let out a scream and clutched the hole, blood pouring through his fingers, no amount of pressure able to stop the flow.

"Dutch!" He called, grinding his teeth together to better bare the pain.

Dutch, the closest thing Arthur had ever had to a real father, hovered over the Pinkertons body and he turned to face the man he once called son.

Micah crashes onto the scene. "Boss, we gotta go. They're everywhere, we're outnumbered!" Micah barked at him.

Arthur stares at Dutch, believing he'd come to his rescue as he held his shoulder with as much force as he could muster, trying to stop the bleeding.

His eyes flickered between him and Mr. Bell, back and forth.

The men's eyes meet. "I'm sorry... son."

"Dutch!" He screams at him. How could he leave Arthur here to die on his own after everything they'd been through?

He struggles to get up, yelling through the pain. They'd long disappeared, their horses kicking up a wall of dirt behind them. He grips the pistol in one hand and shoulder in the other. Limping down the aisle, he manages to make it to the door. All he knows is he needs to get off this train before it arrives in Valentine. He rests his body against the railing as he tries to formulate a plan when here comes Charles, riding along the side of the train.

"Jump Arthur!" He yells over the clacking of the train tracks.

He climbs over the railing and hurls himself onto the horses back.

"Take me... to [Y/N]. She'll...She'll know what to do." He mutters before going limp on the heaving body of the horse.