Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

The Windy City

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...

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Unlike the previous nights at Clemens Point, Kam slept well. A full 7 hours which, in her book, was a near record. It was nothing like that one night where she slept for 10 hours straight, but it sure felt like it. Bram, thankfully, kept his distance throughout the entire sleeping period and never once did his body brush up against hers. He kept his word even in his sleep.

Kam would've slept longer if not for the muffled arguing entering her ears.

She couldn't quite make out the words completely, but something about being a lair and a handful of profanities seemed to break through her tired bliss. Her eyes squinted open, caught off guard by the open window above her bed that shined in her eyes. It was way too goddamn bright this early in the morning. Kam wished she could turn off the sun sometimes.

"I told you to stay at home!" one voice yelled, presumably Brock.

"And I told you that there was no way that I was going to let you do this alone!" another shouted, Bram's voice echoing off the walls of the train car.

"How'd you even get in here?!"
"I tipped off the conductor."
"Jesus- do you have any idea how much suspicion you could've caused?!"
"Actually, I do. That's why I tipped the conductor for his silence!"
"That doesn't help! What if someone saw you?"
"No one saw me!"

Kam sat up from the plush bed, stretching her back muscles to release any unwanted tension. She watched as Brock and Bram argued over by the bar, going back and forth between cussing each other out and worrying about the others safety. Their relationship was strange; nothing like what Kam herself had experienced compared to their yelling match.

"Don't worry, they do this a lot." A deep voice came from right next to her. There, to her left, stood Pierce. "They usually hug it out, cry a little, and then apologize."

"I don' think I've ever seen 'em fight before." she paused. "Then again, I've only known them fer 'bout a month er so."

A sudden pressure appeared on the bed, leading Kam to scoot over so Pierce could sit down next to her. In both of his hands were cups of coffee, soon to be one as he offered the only woman in the room his right mug. She hesitated for only a second before giving in to temptation and carefully wrapping her fingers around the base of the mug, thanking the outlaw for his consideration.

Who knew outlaws had hearts.

"You sleep okay?" he asked in a soft tone.

"I did."
"Good. We need everyone well rested before we talk." Kam agreed to his comment. Of course, they needed to talk. She wasn't even sure where the gambling room is, or who was hosting it, or who was their inside man- or woman.

"I s'pose we should wait 'til they're done." she huffed as she watched the twins continue arguing.

This was nothing like how she and Colm fought. Sure, the swear words were still there, but the O'Driscoll's tended to use more... how do you say 'colorful' language. Colm taught her a lot of swear words and you can bet all your money that she took full advantage of her new vocabulary.

Her favorite cuss word? Fuck. Or bitch. She hasn't decided yet.

The fights that Colm and Kam used to have were nothing short of violent. They've both pulled guns on each other, they've both thrown punches, and they've both stabbed each other at least once or twice. Kam used to walk away with welts, but she most certainly returned the favor on her traitor of a father. However, after every fight, one of them always made up to the other.
If Kam threw the first punch, she'd be the one to buy him a case of beers. If Colm swung first, he'd bring her back a gift. Gunpowder, mostly.