One Shots - REQUESTS OPEN

Chapter 58 Arthur Morgan RDR2

The Van Der Linde gang was one of the most feared gangs after many encounters in Blackwater, after the job went wrong they were somewhat forgotten by the locals except this young girl.

Her character strange to the locals of Blackwater, not very lady like and could shoot a gun in seconds a proper gunslinger.

Well she'd had a run in with the gang when they had been in blackwater and had been shot.

Only just escaping from the Police.

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"Come on" Y/n gasped out her voice painful as she nudged her old horse which collapsed into the snow.

"No, no Jasper please come on my love, we still have so far to go...I can't do this alone" she cried crawling towards his face stroking his cheek hearing a painful grunt from his lips, the snow soaking her trousers.

"I know my love, I know" Y/n whispered sitting back on her feet, her hand moving to her wounded leg and then the other moving the bandages on her shoulder looking at the bloody bullet wound and then back down to her leg a long knife wound where one of the Pinkerton's had caught her.

She stumbled into a standing position pulling off her saddles bags as she looked at her best friend then the wounds on his stomach and legs thanks to the dogs they had sent after her.

"I love you Jasper" Y/n cried quietly retrieving her pistol she placed her scarf over his eyes, putting her best friend out of his misery.

Quickly turning, the weight of her saddles bags slowing her down.

"Valentine...just get to Valentine" Y/n whispered to herself looking back at the lump in the snow that was beginning to be covered as the snow progressed. A trail of blood behind her.

___1 day later___

Stumbling down the small trail, the last trail of the mountain, she looked up seeing a sign for Valentine, hearing trains and people in the distance an exhausted smile pulled on her features.

Gripping onto fence and wall to get to the main street making her way past the store, the saloons music blaring loudly, a loud crashing coming from ahead as someone was pushed through the window landing in the mud.

Another figure hopped out of the broken window frame knocking the man unconscious, she recognized the figure his legs bowed slightly, his hat behind him, she moved to pick it up.

"Think you dropped something Mister" Y/n said loudly hearing more people walk out from the Saloon, men from the Van Der Linde gang.

Focusing back on the man as he turned hand on his gun, he looked down at his hat in her hand then up at her.

"Y/n?" He said quickly, a smile graced her lips.
She placed his hat on his head leaning against him he wrapped his arms around her holding her up.

"John get my horse, Charles pick up her saddlebags" Arthur said quickly as she collapsed against him.

"Sorry I don't think I can walk anymore" she whispered settling her head on his shoulder, he nodded trying to hold her up.

"I'm bleeding" Y/n said Arthur nodded lifting her up onto his horse.

She collapsed against his chest trying to hold his thigh.

"Here" John said wrapping his aswell as Charles belt round her and Arthur keeping her up.

"We'll ride ahead get everything ready" Charles said Arthur nodded watching them ride away.

"Try stay awake" Arthur said feeling a tear fall down his red cheeks, welcoming the cold hair sobering him up.