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...
Y/N rode through town on the back of his horse, he had a cigarette in his mouth as he arrived at the building where his gambling business was currently set up, hitching his horse in the stables behind the building, Y/N walked in as men all looked at him before continuing with their work.
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"Morning boys."
"Good morning boss." the men said as Y/N walked past them.
"How is it looking?" Y/N asked as the man writing the odds on the boards turned and looked at him.
"It looks like Jenna is going to win the race in New Austin, Emma is going to win the race near Valentine, and Scarlett's Fury is going to win the Annesburg race." The odds caller said as Y/N nodded.
"Scarlett's Fury?"
"That's what the rider registered it under."
"What happened to simple names for your horse." Y/N said as he headed into his office before the odds caller spoke.
"Oh, there was a telegram for you sir. It's in your office."
"All right, thanks Harry." Y/N said as he lit his cigarette and stepped into his office, closing the door and blinds before opening the telegram.
Y/N,
Rotten food arrived at Thieves Landing.
Recommend keeping eye out for more supplies.
James.
Y/N stepped out of his office.
"Harry, look after the shop a minute, I need to go somewhere!" Y/N said as he swiftly left, mounting his horse and riding full pelt towards camp.
As Y/N arrived in camp he quickly hitched his horse and marched into camp.
"Dad! Dad!" Y/N said as he marched to the tent, it's covers were closed but he just opened the covers to find Dutch kissing Molly.
"Y/N, what the-"
"Never mind that, read this." Y/N said as he handed the telegram to Dutch who read it. "Pinkertons in Thieves Landing."
"Pinkertons looking in Thieves Landing, and as a result you forget your manners and the rules about when tent covers are lowered?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, next time I'll let you fuck her and then get fucked in prison because you didn't know Government agents were nearby, shall I?" Y/N said as Dutch nodded in resign at Y/N's point.
"Careful laddy, or I'll be giving ye a good smack!" Molly snapped at him as Y/N scoffed.
"Haven't you got a British monarch to be trying to blow up?" Y/N remarked as Dutch got between them as Molly started shouting while Y/N smirked like he didn't care.
"Enough! Enough." Dutch said as Y/N shook his head. "Y/N, I appreciate your concern about this."
"So what about it?" Y/N asked as Dutch paused to think.
"For now, we continue as planned." Dutch said as Y/N sighed before nodding.
"Okay, but we at least tell everyone to be extra careful." Y/N said as Dutch nodded. Y/N left and walked away, heading back to his tent to start writing out his business ledger as he lit a cigarette, pouring himself a glass of whisky...
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