Six Shots Deep

Where The Future Will Lead

*TW! Rape*

When Sean and I arrived back in camp, I didn't see Arthur anywhere. I tethered Whiskey and headed towards Dutch's tent. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Good evening, Rose," he stood, "how'd you and Sean get on?"

"Fine," I replied, "where's Arthur?"

"I sent him out with Charles."

I hummed. "Well, I think I'm gonna head to bed. I haven't slept in a while."

"Enjoy your rest dear."

I tipped my hat before heading over to mine and Arthur's shared tent. I plopped down on the cot, watching the camp as it got quiet, filling the warm muggy air with snores of other camp members. I leaned my head against the wagon, closing my eyes. I must've dozed off at some point.

*****

Arthur came back in camp, escorting an English fella. He was beaten and bruised from head to toe. Arthur sat down next to me as I tried to wake up, yawning loudly. He chuckled at this. I ran my fingers through his shoulder length hair.

"Would you be mad at me if I cut your hair?" I asked, continuing to run my fingers through it.

"Not at all," he looked over to me, "it'd save me some money at least."

"You sayin I wouldn't charge you?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yeah," I leaned closer to his ear, "but not with money." I whispered.

His eyebrows raised, and he chuckled. "You tryin to wear me out, woman?"

I smiled. "Possibly."

He shook his head. "Very well," he shimmied down to sit on the ground in front of his cot. I dug in my satchel for some scissors. I began to clip the hair, cutting it short. After I touched it up at the edges, I brushed the hair off his shoulders.

"Here," I placed my hand on his shoulder, "turn to face me. I'm gonna touch up the facial hair as well."

He scooted forward and flipped his body around, looking up at me. I cut the facial hair, being careful of his skin and cut it short as well. I then got a razor and soap to cut it, making it so it was just a stubble.

I sat back and smiled. "There," I ran my fingers through the now short hair, getting out any extra hair, "now it's perfect."

"I'm far from perfect."

"Oh, I know," I smiled cheekily, "but you're perfect in my eyes." I planted a small kiss on his forehead before standing up, heading to the fire to get a cup of coffee.

Abigail, Mary-Beth, and Tilly were already nursing cups, all looking tired.

"Good morning, ladies," I greeted, leaning over to pour a cup.

"Mornin," Abigail said with a yawn.

I drank my cup slowly, heading over to the lake. The sunlight casted a beautiful light across it. I heard footsteps head my way. I turned in the direction, seeing Micah join me.

"Good morning, Miss Rose." He smiled, showing his crooked teeth.

I rolled my eyes and turned my head back to the water. He stood next to me, uncomfortably close. I stepped to the right a little bit, putting some distance between us.

"Good morning, Mr. Bell." I said, nonchalantly.

"You can call me Micah."

I shook my head. "I prefer Mr. Bell." I took a long sip of my coffee.