Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

Feminism? Fuck yeah.

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...

TW!: sexism, violence, depictions of burns, homophobia

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After the whole ordeal with Sadie and Kam, the entire camp gained this sense of stillness whenever either woman was within a quarter mile radius. Sadie was fuming, not because of anger, but because of frustration. She was still mourning the death of her husband, mind you, so the argument wasn't exactly helping her cope. Colm had sent his men to the Adler's place by his own wishes. Kam had nothing to do with it, and she made that very clear. She was a mere bystander, which surprised most everyone in Clemens Point.

Kam looked like the type of gunman to be on the front lines- and not by command, but by choice. To why she wasn't informed of the trek up North into the mountains was anyone's guess. Some suggested that she really did know of the plan and was just pulling at Sadie's heart strings for a reaction. Others stated that maybe, for some unknown reason, she was telling the truth. They could all agree on one thing though: if she went up North with the rest of the O'Driscoll's, Sadie would've died alongside her husband.

Kam left not half an hour later after the widow stormed off. She finished her chapter, stashed the novel in the sash on Brutus, and headed back to Rhodes.

Brutus was extremely eager to be ridden after Kam had left. He hadn't had the luxury of being spoiled in 8 days and to him that was unacceptable. Kam hadn't asked if anyone took care of her Shire while she was away; he was a free spirit and did what he wanted. She was just glad to see that he didn't have any new scars along his body from roaming along the states. Kam assumed he stayed close to camp because of Flat Iron Lake, but she hardly expected him to be in Clemens Point the entire time.

Brutus liked to wander. Despite the saddle on his back, he was as independent as a rich white man in 1776. Part of Kam admired him for that. The way he left when he wanted, stayed when he wanted, slept, ate, drank, and ran when he wanted made Kam yearn for the same type of freedom. Although, since she was no longer under Colm's control, she supposed she was just like Brutus. But then again, Brutus always came back to her. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Kam longed for that relationship with someone.
And at the same time, she repulsed it.

She had Brutus, and that was all she needed. They had each other and Kam would gladly die knowing that she wasn't alone. If she had died, her stallion would be by her side; it was like he carried a sixth sense and could tell how she was feeling—even if her face was stubbornly solid.

She headed for the Sheriff's department almost immediately, and when Sheriff Gray saw his deputy back from her supposed 'vacation', he threw open a bottle of moonshine and welcomed Dante back. He drank and swallowed and chugged every drop of that jug before noon. The hard liquor was gone by 11am.

Archibald had been equally welcoming to Dante as he strode through town, but he didn't offer him so much as a shot glass. He knew how persuasive Dante could get with alcohol, and he wasn't willing to take that chance again. He did, however, strike up a deal with his deputized buddy. For every time Sheriff Gray toppled over, Dante would pay Archibald $2; and for every time he offered a drink to either of them, Deputy McGregor would pay Dante the same amount.
By the time the Sheriff was completely out of commission and wasted on the floor, they both owed each other exactly $12 and not a cent more.