(Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)
'𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.'
-
From the author that brought you 'Playing Dangerous'
You are the daughter of one of the most brutal, sought after 'Guns for Hire'...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Following Arthur's departure from camp, you quickly became restless and uneasy. Just over half an hour or so had passed, and suddenly sitting around trying to read in your skirt and blouse felt wrong. The need for distraction instead captured you.
So, rather painfully, you managed to clumsily get yourself into your usual working clothes - riding pants and a shirt, picking up your hat which had since been discarded over recent days.
You hobbled determinedly over to the horses, grabbing the nearest empty pail - your huffing and puffing not going unnoticed.
"(Name)?" Kieran piped up, turning from where he was brushing off one of the wagon horses. "Ain't you supposed to be restin'? Dutch's orders-?"
"I don't care," you replied quickly, "I'm gonna go stir crazy if I sit there any longer like some goddamn lady of leisure!" Your tone came out snappier than intended, and your eyes sadly fixed on the figure of Kieran who looked slightly wounded by your attitude.
"Sorry, Kieran... I don't mean to be like this." You sighed, "I just... just don't do well sitting around." It was half truth, considering you did hate lazing about with nothing to do. However, the true reason for your unrest was your anxieties around Arthur and the stupid actions of Dutch lately. It made you want to up and leave the mess behind, but you knew you just needed a bit more time.
"It's... it's ok." Kieran replied to your apology, "I just don't want you to hurt y'self, see?" He stammered somewhat nervously, and you flashed a thankful smile.
"I do appreciate that a lot, Kieran." You meant it, he was one of the sweetest and kindest people in this gang of animals and knuckle-heads.
Kieran watched you carefully collect the pail, on standby if you needed the help.
You were just about to make the slow (and painfully long) walk down to the lake to fetch some fresh water, when the thundering sound of hooves filled your ears. It had everyone's attention fixated, and you watched in unease as some of the gang stepped forwards - grabbing their weapons in anticipation.
"Who's there!?" Hosea bellowed, standing just by the hitching posts as Dutch wandered cautiously up at his side.
The hoofbeats continued, rolling thunderously until some horses came through the clearing - horses you recognised.
One without a rider.
"We need help over here!" It was Arthur, thank god he was ok - sat atop Artemis' back at the mare threw her head about in a wily fashion, clearly picking up on her rider's frustrated panic.
You quickly looked back to see the slumped figure of Sean, just hanging onto Arthur incredibly weakly.
In fact, Hosea and Lenny couldn't rush over fast enough before the cocky Irishman fell off from Artemis' rump and onto the ground below.
