Outlaws (Jean x Reader)

Marley

Normally, everything went according to plan, but this time, it all went to shit. Everything after escaping the bank was a blur. The smoke pouring out of the side of the building caused your eyes to sting. You stumbled along the sidewalk, covering your eyes as you tried looking out for your ride out of there.

You gripped your pistol tight, along with the small satchel that had been torn. "Shit." You cursed as you raised your hands to your lips, curling your index finger and thumb, and putting them in your mouth.

You blew out air, causing a whistle to escape your mouth. Within seconds of your whistle, you heard the sound of hooves hitting the concrete. "Come on, boy!" The red chestnut horse emerged from the smoke and you swiftly jumped onto the horse, shoving the satchel into the side of your saddle.

As the shooting began, you grabbed the reins of the horse and gave it a quick whip. Your horse sped through the streets, towards the broken down houses that stood at the border of the large town.

The lawmen lined the streets, shooting at you as you raced down the streets. You bent your back, trying to stay as close to your horse as possible to avoid the bullets. "Get them!" You heard the lawmen scrambling down the road before you left the town.

You looked up at the large metal gate that read "Marley", smiling, knowing you got away. "Good job." You patte the side of your horse as you got back on the dirt paths leading away from the town.

You pulled the mask that covered the lower half of your face down, taking a deep breath as you rode down the valley. You removed one hand from the reins and grabbed the satchel, admiring the cash you had grabbed from the safes.

"Those people sure do have a lot of money." You smiled as you shoved the satchel back into the saddle and looked around. Normally the land would be bare, except for the few animals scattering around, but something was off.

You pulled back on the reins and came to a slow trot. You swiveled your head around, catching a glimpse of a small camp that looked like it had been just deserted. Smoke was still rising from the campfire, meaning someone had recently been there.

You reached behind your back, grabbing the shotgun and holding it in front of you. "Now where are you bastards?" You squinted as you looked around, the sun beaming in your eyes. They were clearly watching you, or probably heard the ruckus from the bank.

You turned your head, spotting several figures in the distance. "There you are." You grinned as you brought your gun up, closing one of your eyes to get a good aim. As you tried to focus on one of the figures, you could hear the crunching of twigs behind you.

You quickly whipped around, but were met by a large gun, hitting you right in the forehead.

That was the last thing you remembered. The shiny metal of the gun, along with the hardwood.