Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

Gangs and Gunpowder

Let me tell you a story about a woman who fell into two crowds: the good and the bad.
Of course, there are pros and cons to each category, but I suppose it only depends on the way you look at it...

Well would you look at that! Double digits already! It seems like only yesterday I was writing the Prologue for this fic. With such a great accomplishment comes a challenge; that challenge being that I'm running out of fonts for the titles and am in dire need of more. Perhaps I will just use the same fonts over and over again if I can't find anything.

TW!: swearing, guns, threats, fluff, graphic depictions of death

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The worst thing about rainstorms was that there was literally nothing pleasing about them other than the sounds it made. The entire experience was dreadful; it was cold, wet, and really windy which made it even more miserable. The campfire had been drowned out a couple minutes ago by the rain when Arthur set up a tent to sit inside while he waited for the weather to die down a bit. Kam, on the other hand, used her tent to cover up the wagon full of explosives. She was currently sitting under a tree with her knees pulled into her chest as Brutus blocked the wind from her right with his big body.

Kam tried to cover up the fact that she was freezing by pushing her body up against Brutus', trying to conserve warmth for as long as possible. She was dripping in water from head to toe as she tried to keep her black hair out of her face as best as she could. This rainstorm didn't seem like it would pass any time soon, so the outlaws waited it out in their own ways, Arthur within the comfort of his tent, and Kam under a tree.
Clearly, the younger woman wasn't hiding her shivering well, because Arthur had something to mock her about.

"You cold out there?" he asked, a cocky smile painted on his face.

"Nope. Doin' jus' fine." Kam cursed herself for the slight stutter of her voice.

"That tree don't look like it's coverin' the rain all that good."
"The tree is doin' jus'-" she was cut off by a sudden downpour of rain that splashed right on her head. Her neck retreated passed her shoulders as her already soaked clothes absorbed the moisture. "-fine." She was beginning to regret leaving her hat in her satchel.

She could've sworn she heard a chuckle erupting from the older man's throat through the harsh winds; she would be right. Arthur shook his head with a smile and shifted in his tent to scoot to the back wall, being sure not to touch the tent flap incase water came pouring in. She watched as his hand patted the ground next to him. "Cmon." he stated, gesturing for Kam to seek shelter in his tent.

"I said I'm fine." like she had mentioned before, she didn't need any help from anyone.

"You're gonna catch a cold." for a moment, Arthur actually sounded like he cared.

"I'll take my chances." the glare coming from the O'Driscoll was hot enough to keep her warm by itself. She watched as Arthur groaned and gestured for Kam to get under cover once more before he spoke. "If you don't get in here, I'll drag you."

"Now ain't that jus' pretty." she plastered a sarcastic grin on her face that appeared and disappeared within seconds. It was at this moment that Kam realized just what kind of relationship she had with Arthur, one where they made fun of each other until it escalated to the point where they refused to talk to the other.

Right after Kam had responded with sarcasm dripping off her words, thunderous applause echoed through the forest as it boomed with authority. After the crack of lightning, the rain only seemed to pour even harder than before. Kam caught the arrogant expression of the man across the dead fire, his smugness practically burning through the air. "Cmon, O'Driscoll."