(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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You weren't exactly in any rush the morning following the chaotic night before. Your entire body ached, not to mention the painful raw sting of the bullet wound in your leg.
Still, having woken up in Arthur's arms felt a lot more comforting than any medication.
The pair of you eventually stirred, a lazy morning filled with nothing but casual conversation and nonchalant dozing - something you could have happily basked in forever.
But reality was coming down hard, and after last night you felt you had made your decision.
This wasn't just about raising a child in a gang anymore... it was getting yourselves out of the situation too.
It kept replaying in your mind, how you could have been fatally shot that night. A bullet right through your brain.... So one through your leg felt quite lucky.
You mused silently on the thoughts as Arthur helped you get dressed, after his short trip down to the store two buildings away to get you a replacement shirt and pants considering yesterday's were as good as bloodstained. No amount of washing was bringing that mess out.
"Y' think y' can take the ride home?"
It was a fair question, as the outlaw helped you down the stairs of the Rhodes hotel and out towards that bright white morning sunlight - the usual dusty layering on the store fronts and the rich red Earth embossed with hoof marks and wagon wheel tracks already.
"I'll be fine." You replied confidently, not one to want to cause a fuss. Arthur could see right through you though, and gave you a questioningly playful look.
He helped you up onto Artemis' rump carefully and made the short walk out to the top of the grassy hill, on the opposite side of the church.
The beaming morning sunlight only helped enhance the natural beauty of this great countryside, and so - with your outlaw's strong arms to help you down - you suggested to stop here for a while. It was a great excuse to sit and do nothing but enjoy the sun, and give Artemis a chance to graze and get a brush off after spending the entire night at the hotel hitching post.
Of course, the unspoiled quiet also opened up other avenues. Avenues for questions that were burning hot on minds.
"Did y' mean what y' said to me last night?" Arthur asked some minutes into your decided stop - just as you were searching through his satchel he'd dropped by your seated position in the grass.
You laughed quietly to yourself - a good part of last night you were hardly coherent. You wondered what you hadn't said at this point in the blinding mist of thinking you might have died.
"What did I say?" You asked with a smile in your voice, fingers finding the leather bound case of Arthur's journal, the outlaw going unbeknownst to your rooting whilst he brushed down his mare with care and attention.
