Red Dead Reborn

Chapter Three: Clemens Cove

June 27th, 1899

The last couple of weeks had been rough for Danny as any physical movement he made caused a striking pain in his gut from where he'd been shot. He'd been doing his best to take things easy but his father was one of the many people who had commanded Danny to remain rested during his recovery period.

It wasn't any easier for Mary-Beth. She experienced cramps and aches in her legs, especially around her ankles like never before. She was still required to take medicine, drink plenty of water and get as much rest as she could - Miss Grimshaw made sure of that.

After Dutch and Arthur introduced themselves to the sheriff and deputy of the town of Rhodes, the gang were permitted to roam wherever they pleased - so long as when they left camp, they returned with profit - as well as a firm warning from Dutch himself for the gang to not use any weapons during their stay in the state of Rhodes. And thanks to their day out exploring Rhodes and catching many fish to feed the camp, the gang were also supplied with a rowboat.

On a cool and mellow Thursday morning, cicadas buzzed endlessly while birds chirped from all around.

Danny had been catching up on his reading long before the sun peeked over the horizon. On his left, laid his beloved girlfriend, who was sound asleep. To his right, Karen and Tilly rested peacefully on their sides. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed, shifting slightly where he laid.

What he read was from Mary-Beth's notebook, a new story addition to the few ideas that were scribbled down on page, unlike the ones that seemed like absolute poppycock.

'She was beautiful. Everyone said that about her. In her presence the sun seemed to shine extra bright and the birds sang extra loud. She was dangerous. They said that about her, too. She had killed. Not for pleasure, but to save herself. She had been born a royal, but given up for adoption when her parents were killed in a bloody revolution. She was an idiot that wrote a load of nonsense down then gave up and stuck with hating herself.'

Fascinated by her fictional mind, Danny was quickly disappointed at the limited text of the brief idea. In the corner of his eye, he detected movement.

Sadie Adler was out and about, working hard.

Others had come to notice a change in behaviour in regards to the widow. After Abigail gave her words of encouragement to continue prospering for her late husband's sake, Sadie strived to become a new woman.

A vengeful and grim one, unswayed from her desire to kill the fat man who killed her husband.

The dirty-blonde woman provided her services wherever any task was available: cooking, washing clothes, refilling the water drum and so on. But it wasn't enough for Sadie.

Every time the young woman glanced at men like Arthur Morgan or Javier Escuella or Lenny Summers, a feeling of adventure spawned, which developed Sadie's purpose being just like the men. Outlaws.

One day when Sadie was asked by Dutch to assist Mr Pearson with cooking and preparing decent meals for the gang, all she could feel was disappointment and loathing.

Later that morning, when the rest of the camp had awoken, Mr Pearson and Sadie were already arguing with one another.

"... you're not 'saying,' miss, you're shouting!" Mr Pearson yelled at the dirty-blonde woman chopping her vegetables violently.

Folks weren't all too pleased with the ruckus being made so early in the morning, but it wasn't an uncommon occurrence. But it came as a surprise when Mrs Adler expressed hatred for a woman who'd just been grieving her late husband.