{listen while you read?~ I recommend The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall}
~ ☙ ✯ ❧ ~ ☙ ✯ ❧ ~ ☙ ✯ ❧ ~ ☙ ✯ ❧ ~ ☙ ✯ ❧ ~~1918~
Birdie was brushing the heartland mud off kings neck after the two had just passed the town on valentines and where currently sitting at a makeshift camp on the journey up to Charles to tell him the news in person as he deserves to know just like she had done to the remaining gang members living down in the city in the swamps
Sadie Adler had passed during child birth both her and her son had died from complications and her husband had gone and gotten himself killed in a bar fight against a outlaw as he was trying to cope with the lost of his wife and child by finding the bottom of every whiskey and beer bottle he got his hands on
So Birdie was riding up to tell Charles of her passing and where he can pay respects like she knew he would want to do.
Back to present she put her horse brush away and then presented King with a oat cake with sugar cube on top
"Happy fifth birthday King Arthur" she told her only companion left in this world she had a husband at one point but he ran off with working dove and no other man wants a woman who wears trousers and can shoot better than him.
The horse happily munched the treat down she petted his neck lovingly before tuning to her fire and proceeded to cook the deer venison she had hunted earlier in day's morning rays
The moon was now chasing its lover across the sky as the light blue sky turned dark and the stars where twinkling above her and Birdie was eating the meat face blank as she listened to the woods around her some noise not making since
"I suggest you exit the trees and before you lay with their roots embrace"the woman called as she fetched a bottle of whiskey from her satchel
Soon a man dressed in fine attire entered the clearing the campfire laminating his face and from his features alone and the way he carried himself she knew he was a law man
"I help you people once before and that was it we had agreed I don't step on your toes you don't step on mine Mr. Hank Wyatt"she spoke as she took a drink of the bottle in her hand as he leaned back on her elbow and crossed her ankles and looked at the man from under the rim of her fathers hat
"Well we need your help again or their will be consequences" the man spoke and Birdie rolled her eyes
"What is it this time?" She questioned wondering what high ranking individuals she had to kill so the great U S of A government didn't get their hands more dirty and bloodstained "and we really gotta talk about this whole situation we got going on I mean I wash your back so you don't stab mine so you live your life and don't see mine your breaking our agreement"
"Ms. Morgan this is one that unfortunately needs to break our agreement momentarily as our hands are tied and we knew you to cut the ties" Hank spoke and birdie gestured for him to go on "we need your help tracking down a certain individual that you have previous ties to we think he'll come peacefully if it's you approaching him"
"Who's this individual"Birdie questioned head slight cocked and eyebrows pushed together and raised
"One that goes by Jack Mars-"
"Nope" Birdie said and now her revolver was pointing at the man as she was still in her laidback position "leave me the fuck alone kill me if you want I ain't going after Jack I don't give a shit about what happens to that dog shit of a boy"
"Ms.Morgan will I have to remind you of what you love is at stake"Hank told her not showing signs he was scared of the woman's weapon pointing at her
"Please it the same old same old, but hey guess what my daddy's dead been that way a while because of you people and
My second father figure went the same way, my mom been out of my life since the day I born I don't even know her name nor do I care, Sadie she's gone, you kill my horse that's fine I'll kill my self and reunite with him in whatever is after this shit hole of a life"she said with a shrug and took another swing of her whisky gun still pointed at the man
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The Ballad Of a Bird~ Jack Marston Story
Fanfiction{A Jack Marston short story} Birdie B Morgan, the second youngest of the deadly VanDerLinde gang, one of the last standing members, and the only living child of Arthur Morgan, sets off to, unfortunately, find an old friend due to unwanted circumstan...