Know My Name - a RDR2 Story

The Disappearance of Liam Debunati

Let me tell you a story about a young woman who fell into two crowds: the good and the bad.
Of course, there are pros and cons to each category, but I suppose it only depends on the way you look at it...

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That being said:

This story has been written originally by yours truly. While the characters belong to Rockstar Games, Kam and her story are original and not generated by ai.

TW!: blood, graphic imagery

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"Get up." Her sharp voice cut through the thick air around, his arms tied behind the tree.

"Wh... What?"

"I said get up." Kam force him to stand up by the collar of his shirt. She then took her butcher's knife and cut him out of the ropes, though keeping his wrists tied together in case he decided to initiate any funny business.

Liam looked up at her, confused as to what the outlaw was doing as she took him by the arm and led him away from the tree. Kam's grip was firm--firm enough to know that the Pinkerton wouldn't get out of it unless he used an extreme amount of force.

But then he remembered that he was surrounded by a gang full of outlaws, murderers, and thieves, so he advised against it.

"Where you going, friend?" Dutch asked as he followed Kam and Liam towards the horses.

"Takin' care o' a problem." Kam spat, dragging Liam by the back of his collar towards the horses. "I'll be back."

"Hold on a second," Dutch was always one to quickly intervene. The bastard just couldn't seem to keep his nose out of other people's business. "We may need him."

"I got what I wanted outta him. I'm through wit' this Pink'rt'n an' his lies." She fired back, forcing Debunati up onto her horse after mounting Brutus herself.

"That doesn't answer my question," Dutch implores, "where are you taking him?"

Kam simply stares back at Dutch. Her green eyes meet his in a staring battle. He wants to keep the Pinkerton like a pet. Like if he hung around the camp long enough, he'll join them--just like what happened with Kieran.
But Kam's ideals are a little different when compared to Dutch's. She doesn't trust Liam. And although half of that reasoning comes with the fact that he's a Pinkerton, stalking their camp for God knows how long, there's also a bit of personal reasoning that runs along with it. Elliotte and the way she was held up in the same dungeon Kam was.

Liam knew how she was being treated. He was aware of everything that was happening in that old, abandoned, O'Driscoll camp. And he did nothing.

"I'm going t' kill him." Kam answers in a firm, unflinching tone. "An' I don' need Jack er Elliotte watchin'."

A long strand of silence follows her last words. The Pinkerton watches, his eyes blown wide with the thought that he would die tonight. Perhaps he could make a quick escape. He could run. He could steal Kam's gun--which was placed conveniently in her holster--shoot her, Dutch, and then steal her horse and ride away.

But that might be too risky. She might feel his hand reaching for her gun. Dutch might see and shoot him before Liam could even touch the grip. The other outlaws might see. He was being watched at every angle. He'd have to wait until they're alone.