(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
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From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
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Getting on with some of your chores seemed a better bet as you watched on at Dutch, Hosea and Arthur's debates and conversations regarding the Gray and Braithwaite family - and the oh so sticky web they had threaded already in the short time the gang had been in the vicinity of the backwards little town.
By the afternoon, you had re-scripted and played out the scenario of revealing your pregnancy to Arthur maybe a thousand times, whispering quiet lines to yourself in moments you were alone. Whatever way you'd tried to verbalise it, none of it felt right.
So naturally you were just as petrified as ever when he at last made his way over to you in the late afternoon.
"Sorry darlin," he said quietly, "Once Dutch and Hosea get planning... well, there ain't no stopping that flow of conversation." He chuckled, completely unaware of your inner turmoil as you flashed a wane smile.
"Where did you wanna go for a ride?"
"Just around here I suppose, by the lake? I just wanted some time alone with you." You covered, strolling slowly with Arthur as the pair of you headed to your horses - near enough side by side, only separated by a content Old Boy who was shovelling mouthfuls of hay.
Arthur chuckled singularly, as if he was touched by your confession.
"Ok, sounds good." He agreed, about to sort Artemis for the ride, not before he lingered at your side a second more. "I'm sorry I've been so busy today. Wish I coulda' asked about how y' feeling earlier. I ain't been as good of a man as I coulda'."
You sighed at his self belittlement, all this over your 'mystery illness' from last night, and worrying about your well-being. For a trigger happy outlaw he certainly was a soft bear around you. Not that you would complain about that in the slightest.
"Arthur, stop it. I know you're busy." You whispered, squeezing his arm momentarily to reassure him he didn't need to worry. That seemed to appease his worries somewhat, and the cowboy left to tack up his mare for the ride.
Fox was surprisingly raring to go despite the muggy heat that lingered like a bad smell in this Lemoyne country, a slight sheen of sweat already prevalent on his blood bay coat, a little reminder to yourself not to push him too hard on the little hack out into the countryside.
The very fact of leaving camp, exiting through the yellow and green leafy canopy and out into the expanse of the meadows - felt like a block of bricks had been lifted from your chest. Of course, your anxiety was still thundering over your head but the gentle assurance you didn't have to worry about nosey folks eavesdropping made you feel a lot better.
"So what have you boys been up to today?" You conversed, merely to escape the torrent of negative woes and whispers coursing through your mind.
"Lotsa' stuff y' wouldn't be happy to hear about." Arthur sniggered, sighing gently as if he too recollected the craziness of it all in that moment.
