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

Chapter 7

"Auntie Katie!" Jack ran towards Katie as he noticed her sitting at the table with Arthur, Hosea, and John. She hoisted him up to sit on her lap, and the little boy immediately started to bombard her with questions again.

"Where were you? What happened to you? How did you find us? Where is Mac?" She smiled down at the boy, holding up her hands to slow him down.

"Whoa, hold the horses there, Jack. You need to breathe." The boy giggled at Katie's comment and looked up at her, waiting for her to answer his questions.

"I went east after the incident in Blackwater. Found a small cabin in the south of the Heartlands. A woman lived there, Black Belle. She's also an outlaw and has allowed me to stay for a couple of days. After that, I moved to another cabin near Rhodes. Got jumped by a few O'Driscolls, but I got away, and now I'm here." Arthur looked down and took a sip of his beer as she mentioned the O'Driscolls. He still felt responsible for the conditions Katie was in.

"It's getting late, Jack. It's time to go to bed." Abigail walked up to them, sending Jack to their tent. The boy wished them a goodnight and walked off to go to sleep, his mother following in his trails.

In the meantime, Dutch had walked up, joining them at the table with Micah standing close behind him.

"Katie, my dear, how are you feeling?" Dutch looked at the 28-year-old woman he had taken under his wing sixteen years ago.

"I'm as good as I can be. Dutch, what do you want to do about those Pinkertons? That agent, Milton, he shot Mac." Dutch let out a sigh and slightly nodded at her.

"I don't think we should do anything. Not yet. They don't know where we are. We've been on the run before. I'm not going to be scared off by some high and mighty special agents. But I want you to take it easy the next days. No jobs for you till you're fully healed." Katie looked down and slightly nodded in defeat. She didn't want to stay in camp for the next few days, but she knew that Dutch was right.

"Dutch, that other Outlaw, they stayed with. We should head out to find her and kill her off. She might know where we are. Collins could have told her our location. She could bring the law to us." Micah stood awfully close to Dutch, trying to get into his head. Katie stood up at his comment, placing her hands on the table.

"Shut up, Micah. We split up after our run-in with the Pinkertons. She doesn't know where we are. Hell, even I didn't know where you guys were. She's wanted herself. How should she bring the law on us without getting herself killed?" She never really liked Micah. He always seemed to bring the law with him and messed up jobs because of his liking for shooting folks. She also didn't like how he was trying to get into Dutch's head. The other man pushed past Dutch, who didn't react to Micahs statement, also placing his hands on the table, facing the woman in front of him.

"Don't tell me what to do. You only have a say in this camp because you're Morgan's little whore. I don't give a shit about-" he wasn't able to end his sentence due to a coughing fit that interrupted him. Micah turned around and walked off towards his tent, trying to get his coughing under control. Katie watched him leaving, and took a seat when Micah was out of view.

They stayed seated at the table till the night broke in, drinking beer and talking about the events of the previous weeks. Katie and Arthur eventually made their way towards Arthur tent. Making themselves ready to go to bed. She unbuttoned Arthur's blue shirt that she had worn that day, turning towards him as she felt his eyes on her.

"You know I really like the way you look in my clothes, but we should get you your own ones. We threw away the ones you wore when you came into camp. I'll ask John to get your clothes from the cabin that you stayed in." He smiled at her, sitting on his cot. She sat down next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, enjoying each other's company, before they went to sleep.