(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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In the most arduous and bothersome heat of the day, yourself and Arthur made the slow and steady plod back to camp - your leg being the main concern for the choice of placid pace, but also for the fact Artemis' smoky grey coat already gleamed with sweat from walking alone.
The quiet ride home provided more thoughtful time for yourself - where you began to think upon the new plan for yourself and Arthur, which appeared to be settling into place as soon as possible.
At the start of the journey back to camp, Arthur had reassured you once more that worrying about money wasn't your concern, and he would continue working various means to collect the funds needed for you two to at least get out. A scary prospect indeed, but one that was needed.
It felt incredibly fake as Artemis plodded on through the leafy canopy into camp, the clearing of foliage revealing the relieved looking faces of many fellow gang members. You plastered on a smile, and thought to yourself how disingenuous you were going to be over the next however long until you and Arthur could leave.
You were going to have to play your part still, knowing full well your mind had already moved onto a different place. It was rather insane how quickly your priorities had shifted.
"There they are!" Dutch proclaimed with all the heartfelt warmth his voice could encompass, like you were suddenly akin to some forlorn daughter.
Arthur swung down from Artemis' saddle, assisting you down with all the careful consideration this so called 'brutish' outlaw could handle.
"My dear," Dutch swanned over, cigar in clutch between his fingers as the others began to linger into the vicinity - mostly smiles and warm greetings at your return.
"How's the leg? We were mighty worried about you, young lady." Dutch charmed, a ploy you were not keen to fall for quickly. His concern came out of a front you presumed, like he still cared some what for his gang when really - you knew his intentions were still firmly fixated on this Braithwaite and Gray family drama.
"I'm fine, I'll survive." You plastered a fake smile, "I'm just so glad to be home at last." A partial lie - your mind was restless and would be until you escaped, but you were still glad none the less to be back and in a place surrounded by friends (mostly...)
"You're officially out of action until that wound heals, ya' hear me?" Dutch cautioned you playfully, following at yours and Arthur's side as your outlaw carefully let you prop your weight on him so you could hobble to your bedroll and tent.
Half smiling, you didn't quite feel up to playing along to his forced feelings warmth and consideration - and instead just nodded. You felt I. A heartbeat the man would always choose, say, Micah's word - over your own.
