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

chapter 8; drunken dystopia

The next morning you woke up with the same smile stretched across your face. It was the first night in a long time that you had slept soundly without nightmares or fear of somebody coming into your tent. You slipped on your boots, wrapped a shawl around you and headed to the campfire for a cup coffee. The girls were gathered around with plates of breakfast, all giggling amongst each other.
"Good morning [Y/N]!" A voice teasingly sang to you, followed by a wave of girlish giggles.

Mary Beth Gaskill - Gang Member

"Mornin' Mary Beth." You smirk at her while pouring your cup.

"Get all the herbs you need last night?" She quizzed you while fanning herself.

"Uh, yup! Sure did!" You lie.

"Oh really? How come your basket is completely empty then?" Karen chimed in, gesturing to the barren basket at the opening of your tent.

"Okay so maybe I was a little... distracted last night." You admit, taking a seat next to Abigail. You spy Arthur on the other side of camp, saddling horses. Tilly catches you staring.

"I don't suppose a certain Morgan would have anything to do with that, now would he?" She giggles again. Such schoolgirls, this group.

"Oh leave the girl alone. It's her business and hers alone." Abigail puts her hand on your knee, giving you a smile. "Why don't you go make yourself a plate dear."

You do as she says, standing and walking to Mr. Pearsons station, inspecting what he had the audacity to call breakfast.

    Simon Pearson - Camp Cook

You exchange pleasantries with the short fat man and give yourself a small helping of the gruel. You load up a second plate, more full than the other and thank Pearson before walking to the horses station.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan." You hand him the fuller plate with a smile.

"Why thank you." He says, giving you a sweet smile.