A Red Dead Redemption story.
A seasoned bounty hunter, you've buried your past beneath the weight of your work. But a brush with the notorious Van der Linde gang unravels everything. Amid bullets and bloodshed, you discover love and a sense of belon...
Gold chains and trinkets hung from his dark jacquard vest, Dutch's jet-black hair slicked under a black hat.
"(y/n), (y/n) (l/n)." You politely shook his hand, pushing your shoulders back to fake some confidence.
"Dutch Van Der Linde." You froze. Thinking back to the conversation you had with the Sheriff in Valentine. If you weren't feeling uneasy about disguising your bounty hunting past, you definitely were now.
"She got caught up in that mess Micah caused, payin' a damn social call in—the middle of all that." Arthur hissed still furious at the events that transpired a day earlier; bringing you back to reality.
"Ah, I see, well, the least we could do is offer you some hospitality, miss (y/n)." Dutch smiled down at you.
"(y/n)?! What're doin' here?!" Karen bounced over towards you, her blue eyes beaming.
"Come, tell me all about it." Taking your hand, dragging you towards her tent. Thank goodness, you thought to yourself. Karen's turn to be your saviour.
You glanced back at Arthur, giving the nod of approval.
Dutch's eyes followed you across camp. "That's the same girl who knocked that feller out in Valentine, that tried puttin' his hands on Karen." Arthur explained.
"Interesting.." Dutch cradled his chin, both men looking at you, giggling away with Karen like two teenage girls.
"Does she plan on staying with us?" Questioned Dutch. "I mean—I hogtied her—" Arthur started, promptly interrupted by his senior. "You did what?!" Dutch guffawed.
"Story for another time, Dutch, but she ain't got no where else t' go." Arthur pleaded.
"Son, as long as she pullin' her weight." Dutch started, "we got alotta mouths to feed." Throwing his palms in the air. "Oh, I don't think y' gotta worry about that." Exacerbated Arthur with a chuckle.
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A few days passed since your instatement into the Van Der Linde gang. You quickly got to grips with the way of life. Much to your disliking, the women often took the role of helping out with camp chores; washing linen, preparing vegetables for Pearson, the camp cook. As well as repairing clothes and keeping stock of ammunition and medicines.
You took solace in this new normal you were experiencing, worlds away from tracking and hunting wanted men. Feeling like prey hiding amongst a pride of lion's, it was only a matter of time before they figured out your true identity, a fate that was very much out of your control.
Karen kindly introduced you to Abigail, Mary-beth, Tilly and Mrs Adler. A group of women similar age to you, sharing the same experiences of the feral environment you were dragged up in. It felt nurturing to be understood for once. A lady going by the name of Miss Susan Grimshaw made her presence known and heard. She had a cold exterior, but she was kind-hearted and mothered the group.
