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...
Riding out with Arthur and Jack, you'd dipped slightly behind their pace. You slipped Onyx a sugar cube, coercing her with your spurs to meet with Caliban's speed.
"Faster, Uncle Arthur," Jack squealed, "Aunt (y/n) is catchin' up to us!" Arthur chipped Caliban's side to speed up, appeasing the young boy.
The cowboy was wrapped around Jack's little finger, you loved his willingness to do right by the youngest member of the Van Der Linde gang.
You followed Arthur's trail down the hillside towards the North Dakota River, soaking in the fresh, open country you were lucky enough to call home. Reaching the verge of the river bank, a few duck's fluttered away at your arrival.
"I think here's a good spot." Arthur jumped down from his steed, lifting Jack out of the saddle, "y' got y'r pole ready, Jack."
"Yeah!" Replied the boy in a gleeful tone, his excitement to be doing something other than playing with sticks in the ground was magical. Jack was never unappreciative of what little he had; but his upbringing was far from the norm of what you'd experienced as a child.
Hauling down from Onyx, you unfolded your fishing rod from your satchel. Being no keen fisherman; preferring to hunt venison and small game, you'd hoped Arthur's fishing lesson would not be reserved just for Jack.
Arthur crowded over Jack's small frame, correcting his technique. "So, what y' wantin' to be doin' is throwin' the rod back—like this," the cowboy gently guided Jack's arm over his right shoulder, "then, throwin' it out, the further the better, okay?"
"Like—this?" Jack floundered the fishing line over his shoulder, landing in the middle of the river.
"Yeah, Jack! Jus' like that," Arthur praised the young boy, "As soon as y' feel a bite, y' wind it in with the reel on the side." Further guiding Jack on his endeavour.
"Y' got bait?" Arthur started, holding a worm up from his bait tin. "No, can you—?" Gesturing the hook towards Arthur.
"A bounty hunter who's afraid of worms?" Arthur teased, "Sounds like the beginnin' of a bad joke." Taking the hook, he baited the line for you.
"Suppose y' wantin' me to show y' how to fish too?" His eyebrow raised in sarcasm. "Uh—yes please." Brushing off the awkwardness with a giggle.
Arthur walked you over to the verge just next to Jack. He pulled his body close, wrapping his hands around yours placed firmly on the handle of the fishing pole. Showing you the same technique he'd demonstrated to the young boy, Arthur eventually got to baiting his own line, gliding it out in to the North Dakota like a professional.
"I got a bite!" Jack shrieked in delight, "Great, Jack, make sure y' reelin' it in." Arthur mentored the young boy, whilst reeling in his own line.
You on the other hand, hadn't had so much luck. "Try chuckin' the line, jus' slightly," Arthur noticed, "y'll scare the fish otherwise."
"Got it!" Jack pulled up his line to reveal a small Perch. Arthur managed to haul a Bass just after Jack, you still to catch a bite.
"Now, y' can either keep it for our supper or throw it back," Jack opted to leave it be, reasoning that he didn't want it to die. Arthur willingly chucked his bass back into the river to avoid upsetting the young boy.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
