Spurs n' Spice | Red Dead Redemption 2

Chapter 1 • Pouring Forth Oil - I

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Chapter 1 • 3 weeks later
Pouring Forth Oil - I

Arthur returns to the camp and approaches John, who is standing by a tree looking at a map.

"Hey, Arthur."

Arthur sighed, glancing between John and the map he's holding. "What you want?"

"Uncle told me something about a train."

Arthur rolled his eyes, sighing again. " What did he say?"

"Mary-Beth overheard something about a train... full of wealthy folk... rolling down through Scarlet Meadows... just south of the state border."

"Yes."

Claras ears perked up, she put down the shirt she was fixing the buttons on. Listening intently to their conversation.

"You need help with it?" John clearly wanted to do it

"I ain't even sure about doing it." Arthur tried to brush it off

"Come on... it's perfect at night, not too guarded, it's perfect."

"I ain't thought it through. You know, stopping a train... pain in the ass." Arthur was thinking about Cornwall's train back in Colter.

"Sure, but what if... we could force a train to stop."

Arthur seemed caught off guard as he let out a sarcastic laugh. "Well, of course."

John perked up again "We get a wagon, full of something flammable... put it on the tracks. They see it... they know they either have to stop, or die. Ain't no train driver wants to be cooked alive."

"That is..." Arthur paused for a moment, really thinking about it. "Kinda brilliant. Uh, for you. And that is a real idea... I think that's the first time you ever had one of them."

John's expression dropped for a moment, "Shut up."

"You might be the first bastard to ever have half his... brains eaten by a wolf and end up more intelligent." Arthur teased

"So, we doing it?"

"Can I go?" Clara said as she stood up and moved over to the two men. 

"No." Arthur seemed amused by Claras offer.

"C'mon. I've just been stuck in this camp." Clara asked, but this seemed to irritate Arthur slightly.

"I'm sorry. We only did just take you in, patch you up, put food on your plate." Arthur took a step closer to Clara but John put a hand up.

"Let her come." John didn't seem like he had too much faith in Clara, he seemed more amused by the idea than anything.

"What?"

"Let her come... See what she can do."

"Oh I doubt she can do much. You saw the state she was in when we picked her up." Arthur grumbled to John, trying his best to dissuade him.

"She'll ride with me... Give her a taste of the kind of work we do." John's words seemed to make something click in Arthur's mind. "See if she still wants to ride along after." John smiled at Arthur.

Arthur smiled back. "Yeah, don't let her hit her head again."

John smiled as he picked up his rifle that was leaned up against the tree beside him. "I'll get the supplies... gotta head into town for Abigail anyway. Don't even ask. You go find us an oil wagon."

Arthur nodded, not wanting to ask. "Yeah, I know just the place. They're always heading into that retinery."

John motioned for Clara to follow him, "There's an old rundown shack just over the border... north of a place called Dewberry Creek. Leave it hidden somewhere near there." John added before him and Clara made their way to the horses.

"You got a horse?" John asked but before Clara could even answer he shook his head. "Course you don't. Ride on mine, we'll find you one on the way there." John said, holding his hand out to help Clara up onto Old Boy, Clara didn't take his hand however, she helped herself on instead.

"Alright then." John's eyes narrowed slightly as he mounted up.