Red Dead Redemption: The Legacy [Rewrite]

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A week or so passes by. Everyone in camp was content. Arthur and Sanity brought back Micah, who no one was all that excited to see again. "Little Morgan! Ain't ya glad I'm back?" Micah asks with a smirk on his face. I stare at him stoically. "No," He chuckles. "Come on, now. Don't play coy," He says. "I don't like you, Micah. I hate you. You disgust me. You're vile and creepy and straight up ratty. On top of that, you treat your son like he's vermin. But the fact of the matter is... you don't deserve Sanity. And you know somethin' else? He will never be your son," Micah's smirk falters, his expression growing into anger. "Who would want that–" "Now, Micah... it wouldn't be wise to start up drama after we've just escaped the mountains," Hosea interjects, getting in between us. He huffs before walking away. Hosea turns to me. "You've been quite the workhorse since we got here," I nod. "Someone's gotta do it," I give him a small smile. "You do all of the chores, early in the day. You go hunting, you go herb picking... make enough health tonics and bitters. Even horse medicine for the horses. And somehow... at the end of the day... you even contribute to the box. You've gotta be... exhausted," Hosea observes my reaction closely. "Listen... I was abandoned by my family. Dad found me and this gang.... Is all I have left. And... I have to prove that I'm not worthless. Without this gang..." I sigh. "I'm nothing. So, I do all the chores and I make the tonics that are needed and I go get food. I do what needs to be done," Hosea stares at me, astonished. "You do belong here, dear. It is okay for you to take a break. Take a night off. No one will fault you for that," I glance over at Dutch who was talking to Arthur and Sanity. "I'm not willing to risk that, Hosea," I speak softly. He sighs. "I don't know who your parents are... but whatever stubbornness you have... it's definitely from Arthur," Hosea says with a slight smile. I nod, smiling at him. "Thank you,"

After placing some money in the box, I walk past the scrawny O'Driscoll. "Hey! Miss! Please! I'm soo hungry," He whines. I stare at him. "You expect me to give you food after your pals, your buddies, locked up and tortured my little brother?? I don't think so," He whines more. "Please! I wasn't part of that! I was only with them a few months! I didn't even know they had him, please you gotta help me!" "So, kid. What do you think we should do with this one?" Arthur asks me. I stare at him. "Starve him," He nods. "Now, let's not get too hasty here. Bill here, is gunna have a word with O'Driscoll," Dutch says. "I ain't no O'Driscoll! My name is Kieran. Kieran Duffy. I hate that fella! As much as I hate all of you. No offense," Dutch chuckles. "None taken. Bill?" Bill brings out some gelding tongs. "W-What are you gunna do with those!?" "It's okay, kid. They're only balls!" Dutch, Arthur and Bill start laughing. "Wait wait wait! I-I-I know where they are! I can take you to Colm!" We all stare at him. "Now we're talkin'. Let's go," Arthur unties him from the tree. "Kid, you comin' this time?" I look at the three of them. "You mean kill O'Driscolls? Hell yeah I am," He chuckles. "Sanity! Let's go fuck up some O'Driscolls!" I call over to the black haired man. Sanity walks over to us. "Good. I've been itching for a fight," He states as he gets on Diablo. Dad gets on his Tennessee Walker. "Hey, after this... Can we take a ride, Dad?" Arthur nods. "Sure, kid," "O'Driscoll. Get on," I tell him as I mount Salem. Kieran hops on Salem and we lead the way to another O'Driscoll's camp.

We arrive outside the perimeter of a camp called Six Point Cabin. "What's the plan, here Morgans?" Bill asks. Arthur looks at me. "Leave these two to me," I take out my bow and sneak towards the three O'Driscolls. One of them is taking a piss while the other two wait. I take out an arrow, placing it on the string. I pull it back, aiming at the pisser's head. I let the arrow fly as I exhale. He drops dead. "I can take one and–" Arthur holds Bill back. "Watch her work," He whispers. The three men watch as I sneak closer to the other two.I take out two arrows this time. Each arrow aimed at their heads. The arrow heads had a purple tint to them. I smirk. "I love poison," I mutter to myself before letting the arrows fly. Each one pierced both of them in the head. "That's impressive," I look at Bill. "That's not saying much. You're easily impressed," Arthur and Sanity chuckle. "Let's go,"