The lost spark in your eyes //RDR2 // Arthur Morgan

Chapter 2

Katie steadied her breath as she raised her rifle to eye level. She slowly put her finger on the trigger while she aimed at her target's head. She had spent the last couple of minutes to follow its tracks and was finally able to lay her eyes on it.
A single gunshot erupted in the air as the birds flew away from the surrounding trees, being startled by the loud noise. Standing up, Katie let out a high-pitched whistle, calling for her horse. Satan had been waiting in the shadow of a tree, patiently eating some of the grass. Hearing the whistle, he raised his head and walked up to Katie, who was crouching next to her now dead target.
As her horse stood next to her, she loaded the body onto its back and started to walk back to the small cabin.
The sun had already begun to set for the day as she walked up to the cabin holding her horse's reins in her hand, and her rifle slung over her shoulder. She hitched her horse in front of the cabin and took the deer she had hunted off of its back.

It has been a few days since she arrived at the small cabin and met Belle, who was currently living there. Belle allowed her and Mac to stay as long as they needed, so Mac would be able to recover from his wound. The wound had gotten infected, and he caught a fever, but he was already feeling a bit better. He was weak and still sleeping most of the time, but he was able to eat when he was awake.
They were running low on meat, so Katie decided to go hunting and had left in the afternoon while Belle would look after Mac.

Katie let out a sigh as she noticed a stain of blood on her horse from the deer she had hunted. She would have to wash it off later that day. With the deer over her shoulder, she walked up to a table that was standing outside the cabin. She laid the animal on the table and started to skin it.
Noticing the blood on her hands, she pulled out a rag to clean her hands as she walked up to the front door of the cabin to ask Belle to help her carry the meat inside. Still looking at her bloody hands, she pushed the door open with her shoulder, entering the cabin. Kicking the door shut with the heel of her boot, she raised her eyes only to look at the barrel of a revolver.

She raised her hands in defeat, taking in the sight in front of her, the bloody rag still in her hand. Two formal looking men were standing in the cabin. One of them held the revolver that was aimed at her. The other one had a rifle in his hand and held Belle at gunpoint. Mac was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. They must have taken him out of bed and put him in the chair. He still had a fever and seemed to be exhausted by the current situation.

"Ah, Miss Collins, I assume. Or is it Mrs. Morgan already? How kind of you to finally join us. We have been waiting for your arrival." Katie looked at the man in front of her as he started to talk to her. She had never seen these men before, but they surely knew who she was.

"Who are you?" She asked as she still held her hands up. There was no way that she was able to shoot both of them. The revolver was still raised at her, and Belle was still held at gunpoint. She wouldn't be able to draw her gun fast enough.

"Agent Milton. Pinkertons Detectives Agency. I may introduce you to my colleague, Agent Ross, " he answered her question, nodding at the man who held Belle at gunpoint while still aiming his revolver at Katie. "We're looking for Dutch van der Linde."

"Dutch? I haven't seen him in weeks. I don't know where he is. Or if he is still alive. Same for the rest of the gang." Katie tried to think of a way to get out of this without being shot or putting Belle and Mac at risk. Belle was unarmed and out of reach of the gun that was raised at her. Ross would shoot her as soon as she started to move. Mac was in no condition to put up a fight because of his wound and fever.
The situation seemed to be hopeless. Milton walked up to her while still aiming his gun at her. He reached into her holster and pulled her Revolver out. With that, he took her last hope to put up a fight against the agents.