One Too Many Wishes

Bear back ~ 2

Song of the Chapter: Euphor ~ Novo Amor

Arthur's POV:

Journal:
It's the day. Dutch said we go out to rob a train. Said some rich man named Cornwall had a few valuables travelling in a private car. Not to sure about it and neither is Hosea, said we need to lie low and now he wants us to rob a train?

We brought a woman back last night, said her name was Grace Abbott. Don't know to much about her. Dunno if she should be staying with us neither. John will probably take her back. Today I hope. We don't need dead weight. ''Specially not now.

"Look at you," John puts out a hand to help me get up. "Stuck in that journal again? What do you write in there anyway?

I avoid the question. "You gonna take the girl back?"

"'Course, soon as yous rob this train." He grabs my shoulder. I nod.

I quickly brush his hand of my shoulder and turn to say, "I dunno, John." He gives me a look as if to say 'what'd ya mean?" But doesn't. "Look I just don't know if this is a good idea, leaving the women at camp, alone after robbing and killing people. Being wanted dead or alive. They might not have followed us through the storm but they sure will come lookin' when they get the chance, and considering your condition, it'll make you stand out."

John had to process it for a little. And only answered when a flush of wind brought him back. "Alright, I get it." He nods before walking off. John ain't going either, not with that scar on his face. So the gang is already two members down

Guilt begins to wash over me. I don't know why I'm so worried. It might be the new member of the camp. Or the fact there is a $5000 bounty on our heads.

Charles insisted on taking Grace back to camp, I mean, I thought she was dead until she was on her feet ready to shoot our heads off. She looked terrified, which I could understand considering she was surrounded by three men. And we aren't the most appealing folk.

Graces POV:

Sunlight seeps through the windows and crawls across the room. Dust catches light and it looks like snowflakes. The once a fire has hot coals  but has no sign of reviving.

The chill  pricks my skin and livens me. My leg is aching, I test it by sitting on the side of the bed and putting pressure underneath my foot. It's bearable and that's all that matters.

I hear metal clanking outside, assuming they were readying the horses, hopefully to take me home.

There's a blanket on the end of the bed, I grab it and throw it over my shoulders, then grab my boots besides the door before walking outside. Met with not only Dutch, Arthur or Charles. But other people too.

There were women of different races, same with other men. And one with a great big scar along his face, stitched up and raw. Why were there so many people living in the mountains? And why here out of anywhere in the world?

The men are tacking horses, brushing, feeding them, tightening saddles and sliding guns and arrows into empty slots.

"Y' hungry?" Arthur asks.

"A little..." I reply. Flinching as he moves his hand towards his satchel, he notices me flinch, but continues. He reveals a can of fruit. And gives it to me. I think I'm scared that they are going to try something on me. I know they saved me but I don't know if they wanted to keep me alive for the my benefit or theirs.

"Thanks." I fidget with the seal and drink all the juice and consume the fruit within second before throwing the can behind me.

He chuckles and shakes his head.