Six Shots Deep

Learning New Skills

"Hey! Who the hell are you?"

I stopped where I was. I had just picked some Yarrow and some Raspberries. I stared at the man holding a repeater. He stared at me for a few minutes before cocking his head.

"You followin me?" He asked, smirking.

"Excuse me?" I said, placing my hand on the grip of my pistol, "I should be asking you that."

"I was here first."

Cocky.

I stared at the man for a while. I glanced behind him before seeing a bunch of people. There was a couple dozen at least. I spotted the fine dressed man who bumped into me at the saloon. He was walking towards us.

"Arthur, who's this?" He sized me up and down before smiling. "Oh, it's you."

"Who the hell are you people?"

"Well, we can't exactly tell you unless we can trust you." The well dressed man said with a chuckle.

"What? You some kind of outlaws?"

"As I said, we can't tell you."

I raised my eyebrow. "What's your name?" I stared at the man.

He cocked his head before looking to the other man, whom I now knew was Arthur. "Should I tell her?" He said quietly. Arthur nodded his head. The other man turned to me. "I'm gonna tell you my name, but if I hear that you went to the law, we will not hesitate to kill you."

"Noted."

"My name is Dutch Van Der Linde. This here is Arthur Morgan."

"Dutch? As in Dutch's boys?"

He nodded his head. "The one and only."

I chuckled. "There's a high price on your head, Mr. Van Der Linde." I shook my head. "But I ain't after money."

Arthur cocked his head again. He glanced at Dutch before looking back at me. "What are you after then?"

"Revenge."

*****

Dutch invited me to his tent, and Arthur followed. I was given cold glances by an orange haired woman with a heavy Irish accent.

"So what's your name?" Dutch asked as I sat down in a chair.

"Rose." I glanced around the camp. "There's a lot of people here."

"All part of the Van Der Linde gang." He replied with a chuckle. "Except for that boy over there," he pointed to a man tied to a tree. "He's an O'Driscoll."

My heart froze as I heard that name. My face went pale. Arthur noticed my eyes widen. He placed a hand on my knee and I jumped, looking over to him.

"You okay?"

I cleared my throat and nodded. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

I shook my head and rubbed my face. "Really, I'm fine."

He shrugged and looked over to Dutch.

"Now, Miss Rose, you said you were after revenge?" He said, more of a question than a comment.

"Yeah," I rubbed my arm, "for my fathers murder."

His eyes got wide and he looked down at the ground. "Who killed your father?"