Its been a while since I woke up, all I've been doing is knitting, washing and helping Pearson with the meals, being an outlaw in the books seem fun and adventurous, but when your a woman it's much different.
Katelyn could be seen writing in her journal,half of the camp wanted to see in it, her feelings,emotions and thoughts were all scribbled into that journal, her thoughts were soon Interrupted by a sudden voice. "Hi, Ms Katelyn." Katelyn looked towards the voice, the soft voice was soon revealed to be Tilly Jackson, "What're you writing?" Tilly asked, "nothing really, just thoughts and such." Katelyns voice was soft and quiet, "can I talk to you Ms Kate?" Tilly questioned Katelyn, "why of course you can." "You won't tell anyone? Right?" She seemed nervous, oh Tilly Jackson, how young she was. She was always the fiercest young girl she's met. "Of course, what's wrong?" Katelyn asked, sincere. "Well, a while back I ran with another gang, nasty, nasty men! I never felt safe with them, and I saw him a few weeks back, in valentine with Arthur and uncle and the girls. I've been seeing a few of the gang around valentine,"
"What's wrong with that? What happened?"
"Anthony foreman, the 'leader', he doesn't like me, well that's an understatement. He hates me and I do too, I killed his cousin, for good reason too!" Tilly explained herself to Katelyn. "Tilly, you don't need to explain yourself to me, your safe here, and I'll always look after you, your like my sister." Katelyn sincerely smiled.
"Thank you Ms Kate." Tilly hugged her. "Please stop calling me that, it's Katelyn sweetie." She smiled once again. "Go get some rest." Katelyn pointed her head to Tilly's bedroll, Tilly gave a quick nod before lying in her bed. "You the camp miracle worker now?" A deep voice asked. "Always have been." She replied. The figure sat down next to her. John Marston. "I know. I needa' tell you somethin'" John nodded. "What is it?" Suddenly there was footsteps and a few rifles reloaded. Katelyn quickly stood up and walked over to the scene, John followed behind her. "Mr Van Der Linde, Mr Mathews i presume. Ahh, Mr Morgan!" A tall well suited man spoke, "And who are you?" The man spoke towards John, his hands right onto his belt, he looked intimidating, like he was ready to kill anyone at any second. "Rip Van Winkle." John said with a straight face. "And who are you?" He repeated to Katelyn, "Isabel, Isabel greene." She lifted her head up slightly, "and what is an innocent girl like you, hanging around with these, degenerates?" He scoffed. "I don't know, fucking em' i guess?" She tilted her head to the left. "Hm, a funny one." He looked her up and down like a prized possession. "Oh no sir,I'm being completely and utterly honest, nearly all of em' practically on their knees by the end of every night." She Smirked, her voice seemed scary, like she was serious. "Now, Mr Moron, what's your business here, that's the real question." Dutch's voice was calm, quite terrifying to say the least, "oh yes, we're here to talk about the price on all of yous head, now Mr Van Der Linde, 10,00 dollars! For your head alone! Mr Morgan, as you already know 5000 dollars!" He seemed entertained. "Cut the bullshit, what're you here for!" John marston, oh no sorry 'Rip Van Winkle spoke.
"I just wanna say, if your still here by tomorrow evening we're coming back with 50 men, every single one of you will be wiped out! Like you never existed, buh bye now!" He hopped onto his horse and disappeared, "what the hell do we do now Dutch!" Arthur's deep voice yelled. "We move, Ms Grimshaw, pack up, Ms Taylor, help her, and Charles and Arthur. Go look for somewhere!" Dutch instructed. Kate nodded to Dutch, she ran to the girls tents and bedrolls, there was multiple valuables, memories and such.
A few hours passed and everyone was packed up, soon enough Charles And Arthur came back. "Cmon Dutch, we've found a place. Nice and cosy." Arthur joked, " let's get going!"Dutch yelled.
Katelyn ran towards Arthur, "Arthur, where are we going?" Jane asked, " a place called Clemens point, near a Town called Rhodes." Arthur answered, "hm, Rhodes?"
"Ms Kate! Get in!" Susan called to Katelyn, "Coming!" Katelyn slightly lifted her dress to run towards the wagon, She climbed into the front seat, she quietly fell asleep.
"Kate! Katelyn! We're here!" John nudged her. "Hm?" Her soft voice spoke. John sneaked a quick smile, "we're here." He held his hand out for her to step down, "Thank you, such a gentleman!" She teased. "I won't do it next time if you act like this." He grunted. "Ooh, a next time." She winked. "Your annoyin'" he walked off. Katelyn heard a familiar laugh, a laugh she despised. "So you really fuck all of the gang hm? When's it ma' turn?" Micah reached for her waist. " don't touch me micah. They was Pinkerton's, I had to say something to make em' uneasy." Katelyn snarled. "Oh come on, you sayin' you don't want somma' this cowboy dick?" Micah bit his lip. He held her waist. "Get off!"she pushed him away. "I'd rather get my head blown off than ever have sex with you Micah." She yelled before walking away to set up the camp. " oh come on you whore!" He kicked the rocks on the ground. "I ion' wanna hear you talking to her like that again, or any other women in this camp, you hear me Micah?" John defended Her.
"The lady says no, you keep your goddamn' hands to yourself." John had to restrain himself to not hit him, "your just mad, because no lady has ever said yes to you." Micah spat. "I'd recommend to shut your mouth Micah!" John slightly yelled. "quit acting like a girl! And grow up, you've never got any godd-" Micah was quickly cut off by a punch in his nose, "shut the fuck up!" John yelled. "John!" Susan yelled, "what the hell!" Dutch chimed in. "My son, why?" Dutch stared at John in disappointment, he thought it was so sad to see his 'sons' fighting. "Shut your Goddamn mouth next time." John glared towards Micah. Katelyn ran towards the scene. "John!" She said staring at Micah with a bloody nose.
John sat down on a barrel in the trees,holding onto his knuckles, he sucked his teeth in pain, "are you ok? What happened?" Katelyn cried. "His face hurt." John managed to get a chuckle out. "You stupid man." She slightly smirked before grabbing bandages and some alcohol. "Here." She cleaned his knuckles up with the alcohol "Why'd you hit him?" She asked. "Don't like the way he spoke to you." He muttered. "Thank you." She softly smiled. Katelyn wrapped his knuckles with the bandages
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"There" she spoke lightly, "Thanks." John replied. "Where'd you get rip van winkle from?" Jane laughed, " god knows, ion' think anyone would guess John Marston, just kinda blurted it out." He laughed along with her, "see you later then, van winkle." She laughed again.
Oh how sweet they are on one another, always have been and always will be. ••• HEY LOVE THIS ONE TBH XXX 1232 words
