Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

I'd Rather Die Than Go on a Job with You

Let me tell you a story about a young 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...

Let me know if the title chapters are too extravagant. I feel like they hurt the eyes a little, so let me know in the comments if I should just give each chapter a title instead of "Chapter--" with fonts.

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"A homestead? You want us to rob a homestead?"
"Don't think it'll be easy. I know those folks, and they ain't nice."
"And where, exactly, is this homestead full of inbred, American trash?"
"Up in Ambarino. There's a ranch by Donner Falls. Now get to it."

That was the only advice Hosea had given Dutch and Kam. He gave them the location marked on a map along with a week due date amongst the tip; "no more, no less." he said. The older man suggested they both experience a night's rest before dragging them over to a table with the map of Ambarino, just after the sun had risen from its place behind the distant mountains. Some people had been up by the time light shone over Clemens Point; others were still stuck in dream land.

Kam had been up since 4 in the morning, despite her body's loathing. She ran her fingers through her greasy hair and had put on a cup of coffee before Hosea woke up and practically dragged her over to Dutch, who didn't look like he slept well at all. The man had subtle stubble that was a day or two from looking indecent, and the eyebags occupying his face were nearly as deep as the O'Driscoll's. Neither made eye contact as Hosea spoke.

"You sure that was a good idea, Hosea?" Arthur asked. He had been listening in on his father's plans the moment he woke up. He decided to ask about it after Dutch and Kam had left on their journey. "You put Dutch and the O'Driscoll on a job and told them not to show their faces for a week."

"And? What of it?" Hosea didn't seem quite as phased as Arthur was.

"Ain't you worried-"
"They won't kill each other."
"How can you tell?"

Hosea paused for a moment, looked up at Arthur from his newspaper, and answered the younger man's question. "Because if Dutch kills Kam, he'll never hear the end of it. But if Kam kills Dutch, she will be hunted down by the lot of us."

"So, it's either get it done, or don't come back?" Arthur was confused. Confused to why Hosea would risk the lives of not one, but two people. Confused to why he would send Dutch out on his own after everything that had happened in Blackwater. Confused because he sent two people, who hate each other with every fiber of their being, out on a week-long 'vacation'.

"Exactly, my dear boy. Now, let's see what we can do with that moonshine on our hands."

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"I din't know Hosea was in the revenge business."
"It was probably a tip-off from that Herr Strauss. Man is always searching for people who need loans."
"I'm aware."

At the moment, Dutch and Kam were riding their horses towards Rhodes to come up with a plan for this job. Kam had been up to Ambarino one too many times; meaning that her face was practically plastered on every telephone pole East to West, North to South. She had no idea what Dutch's bounty was in that state, but something told her that he wasn't welcome there either. Kam had a decent idea of how they were going to get there, but it would take a good two days and a half just to arrive at Bacchus Station.