Y/N Van Der Linde has been a part of the gang since he was 5 years old, adopted and raised not just like Dutch's own son, but AS Dutch's own son, he has no known real name, the gang simply call him Y/N out of ease. His time with the gang has hardene...
The Lone figure rode through the streets of Blackwater on the back of a huge black horse, their dark grey suit with a flat cap.
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The people of Blackwater thought nothing of this man, he looked like a common worker who had a good stroke of luck and had used his money on a horse...
He was not a worker, and he had most certainly not spent his money on his horse. He rode through the streets as local police watched him, he stopped just outside the Blackwater theatre, hitching his horse as he dismounted.
A young boy approached him.
"Money for the poor, sir." The boy said as The man nodded, handing the boy a few dollars.
"Feed the horse. Get it an apple, use the rest on yerself." The grey suit man said as he walked into the theatre. He looked around at everyone and found his mark, he walked over to one of the seats as the show started, he lit a cigarette and sat down.
"What have you got?" Y/N asked calmly as the man next to lit a cigarette.
"Some Agents from the Pinkertons have been sniffing about out west, they mentioned you and Dutch by name. $9,500 for your head, and $10, 000 for Dutch."
"Do they suspect anything about us being down here?"
"I don't think so. But they're getting close, tracking a lead down." The man said as the grey suit man nodded. He pulled out $100 and handed it to the man.
"For your help." The Grey suit man said as he stood up and left while the show was still going. He walked out of the theatre and saw the boy feeding his horse. The man in the grey suit climbed up onto his horse and took the reins in his hands, he pulled out a coin and tossed it to the child. "Thank you."
The horse rode out of town with the man on the back, it's owner was calm as ever as he rode out of the town, heading off into the hills.
Just outside of town was a camp, The Grey suited man on his black horse rode through the hills. He arrived at the camp, hitching his horse at the hitching post in camp before disembarking. He lit a cigarette and walked through the camp.
"Arthur." The Grey suited man said as the gang enforcer nodded to him, tipping his hat to his comrade. The Grey man walked through the camp with the cigarette in his mouth. "Mornin' Abigail, John."
The couple both nodded to him.
The man continued walking through the camp as he approached the largest tent of the lot, its inhabitants were a red headed Irishwoman, and the leader of the group, Dutch Van Der Linde.
"My Boy, What's the word?" Dutch said as he approached the man.
"They want us, they really want us." The man in grey said as he looked at. "Nine and a half thousand for me, ten thousand for you. We should lay low, just work with a few small hustles, nothing too big. Word is Pinkertons are on our trail out west, eventually they're going to follow something here. We should let them think we're gone for good before we do anything major."
"Your man, can we trust him to keep quiet?" Dutch asked as the man in grey nodded.
"He knows what will happen if he talks." The man in grey said coldly.
"Did you run into any trouble?" Dutch asked.
"No. Thing about that place, you dress like this, people leave you alone, they think you're just their new neighbour, they don't understand that the man you don't think will kill you is usually the most dangerous man." The grey man said as he looked up at the sky and let out a long puff of smoke.
"Any ideas for these small hustles?" Dutch asked as The man in grey thought for a moment.
"Arthur and Hosea are working on a scheme, John and I have the horse racing, The girls have a few houses we can do, country places, away from the city, I was thinking me, Bill, and Javier could hit them, bring in some money from them, I know a fence nearby willing to sell whatever we can swipe." The grey man said as he looked at Dutch.
"Good. Good work son." Dutch said as he patted the man on the back. The man in grey went to head to his own tent when Dutch spoke again. "It's...it's good having you back safe...Y/N."
Y/N nodded before walking away checking his watch, and heading off to his own tent...
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