(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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The hot afternoon felt everlasting, with Arthur's words playing on your mind like a taunting music box.
Seeing him like that hurt you. You had grown so accustomed to seeing that soft side of Arthur few rarely caught a glimpse of, that now his cold and short mannerisms felt even more damaging than ever before. The last thing you had wanted to do was upset him, especially since you didn't know why he was so wounded. You thought he didn't want this kid as much as you didn't.
Thankfully, caring for the horses with Kieran offered a few hours break from the worrisome torrent of thoughts blazing through your mind like midday heat.
As much as the other boys in the gang liked to tease and torment Kieran about his past with Colm, you felt sorry for the lad. He was clearly a quieter character, softer and more emotive than the likes of some of the bullish and simple folks that ran with Dutch (mainly the likes of Bill and Micah).
One thing that was clear about Kieran was his love for horses. Hell, you'd never seen any of the horses look so well until their care became primarily Kieran's role. When you weren't topping up water or tossing out hay, he was brushing them down and clearing the mud and stones out of their hooves.
Patting the withers of one of the wagon horses, a chestnut Belgian draft mare, you smiled warmly down at Kieran who was washing the horse's feathers with some water and some kind of herbal additive of his own concoction.
"I found this works real well for any of the feathered horses when they get scaly legs." He exclaimed, working his fingers through the hair with the soapy-like water already applied.
"You're a real good girl." He praised the mare, who quite surprisingly looked as if she was enjoying it - her head low and lips wobbling contently. The sight amused both yourself and Kieran somewhat.
"How's uh... how's you're new horse comin' along?" He asked with that usual nervous hesitation in his voice, like he always anticipated overstepping the mark.
"Fox? Yeah - he's doing good." You replied with a friendly smile, for reassuring purposes. "He's got the mentality of Mavis... strong and not scared of nothin'." The mention of your former steed made your eyes prickle a little with tears. Maybe it was the new surge of hormones in your body, but thinking of that dear piebald cob broke your heart more intensely than over recent weeks. You'd felt with all the chaos and the constant change, you'd forgotten to cherish the memory of her as much as you should have.
"Yup," Kieran replied, unaware of your teary eyes from his crouched position by the mare's legs, "he's a mighty fine horse for sure. You two make a good team."
You smiled softly, wiping your eyes discreetly as you patted the mare's withers tenderly.
"I think we're alright." You returned casually, movement from the corner of your eyes capturing your attention.
