Like The Wind (Arthur Morgan x Outlaw Reader) Red Dead Redemption 2

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Judging by the appearance of the house, you would have thought that it was abandoned. But you were so wrong. Candlelight had illuminated from the holes that were barely even windows anymore, with movement of silhouettes of the people who inhabited the run down shack of a house. Multiple tiles were missing from what you assumed was the roof, seeming as if a twister had sucked the materials and spat them right out. The wood exterior was to put it shortly -- was rotting.

It had bewildered you to think that people could still live in such a place with this kind of condition. You'd think that with all the money they stacked from their 'visitors,' that they would have bothered putting in the effort to at least do some refurbishments.  

John and Lenny went ahead, with you following not too far behind the two outlaws. The three of you cautiously approached closer towards the property, your fingertips nearing to gun in case you were encountered with bullets instead of words. But remembering with what Lenny had mentioned earlier, you had hoped that you would do a clean job with the robbery. 

The sun had slowly dipped into the horizon of the lush greenery while the three of you had continued surveying the pig farm. Long and behold, a rather large, saggy man appeared from the entrance door as he walked towards the barely supported front porch. His breasts spilled out from his worn out, half buttoned jumper suit. His hair was greasy, some of them surrounding the bald spot in the middle of his scalp. 

"Ain't ya'll a bunch of lost travellers!" The blob started, "Ain't that just dandy! Why don't ya'll come in and eat?"

Both you and John had exchanged anxious looks, then looking at Lenny as if he was your only hope. Thankfully, the young outlaw was more composed and filled with charm that a young polite man would posses compared to the two of you. 

"Good evenin', sir. Ain't that just lovely, my friends and I would love to stay over for a bit! Seems folk like that just don't exist no more." The young outlaw charismatically said, giving both you and John to follow along inside the old farm.

Lenny stepped inside first, followed by John, and then yourself. The interiors of the house didn't look any better than that of the exterior. The worn out wood on the floor creaked with every step you took, as if there was a monster awaiting to get out from underneath. Most of the wallpaper had either fallen out of place or had barely stuck onto their former places. Not to mention that there were unwashed dishes, with dirty utensils practically flung around everywhere the kitchen area. 

A sour expression flushed onto your face from the potent smell of the stench from this place. You weren't entirely sure if it was the pigs, the people who lived here, or everything in between. 

"Are we havin' visitors tonight?" A woman suddenly appeared from the backdoor of the farm. She was quite the opposite of being a blob, but if looks could kill, then the lust in her eyes to want to potentially murder someone would do just the job. 

"Ya'll must be tired from your ride!" She exclaimed in an overdramatic fashion. "Take a seat, I have dinner waiting for you handsome fellers."

The woman had grabbed a dish that was filled with some type of stew, the broth still boiling just as it was taken out from the stove. You wondered how often this strange couple had rehearsed this before killing off their visitors and collecting their money. If this rumour were true, then you would be more cautious with how you can steal their stash. 

"What brings you folks here?" The large man blob asked.

"We rode from Strawberry, just stayed in for a night in their hotel." Lenny continued on with his (so far) convincing act. "We're hunters, and we travel from place to place to sell for town butchers."