Cowboy Years // Red Dead Redemption: 2 Fanfic

Her Name: 2

The horse fell to the ground as men in blue surrounded them, the two were flung from the horse almost to the edge of a cliff. Someone from behind the men in blue stepped in, the Sheriff

"That was my spare horse anyway gentlemen so why don't we let it slide, I have plenty more at my abode in Tumbleweed"

"Tumbleweed?!" One of the men piped in to say

"Sir but you said we don't deal with Tumbleweed no more, too risky"

 One of the men questioned, mounted atop a horse. 

"Sometimes you gotta deal with the enemy" 

The sheriff answered, bending down and prodding the dead horse with his cane. 

"This one was one of my favourites though," 

He stood up, "Maybe he does deserve jail time"

The man from the bar stood up cautiously.

 "N-now cmon yall it is just a big misunderstanding... Really ''

'' I don't know whether to believe you or not.." 

The sheriff mumbled and raised his hand, 

"You're free to go gentlemen I'll deal with him"

"I mean if you have this sir... we'll be back at RedBank" 

one of the men in blue exclaimed, trotting away with the rest.

"Hosea I cannot believe that it worked... But why did you have to kill my horse huh? "

He said, crossing his arms. 

"Well, uhm... When did you become sheriff huh?! Try explaining that" 

Hosea exclaimed. 

"I got rid of the first one and convinced everyone I was him. Would be slightly helpful if you'd tell me what you're doing once in a while" The 'sheriff' exclaimed

 "Anyway... I saw you with someone, who were they?"

The girl poked her head from behind Hosea and waved to the 'sheriff' 

"so what's her name?" the 'sheriff' said, crouching down and taking a look at the girl.

 Hosea got up, "I uh... her name... I don't know, I don't think she has a name... But I never asked"

 Hosea shrugged.

 "Name. Do you have one?" the 'sheriff' asked. 

"Dutch no. I don't think she can speak or understand us-"

The girl pulled out a piece of dirty paper with chicken scratch handwriting on it. 

"What's this?" Hosea asked. 

She handed it out to them and said: "This'' in a low muffled tone, "Name" 

Dutch, the 'sheriff', took the paper in hand "what is this- I can't read thi-" 

Hosea swiped the paper from Dutch and attempted to read it.

 "Hey-! I was trying to read it too ya' know" Dutch huffed. 

"Shush... These lines resemble a K... A.. N... A? Kana?" 

Hosea attempted to say. Dutch grabbed the paper from Hosea, 

"where did you get Kana from- oh... I see" and tossed the paper back at Hosea.