Javier Escuella x OC

Chapter 4 // Pinkerton's? again?

I turned on my heels, facing Dutch as he came walking over to me. One of my eyebrows raised in interest and confusion.

"What's wrong Dutch?"

I say with slight anxiety in my tone. He was Dutch Van der Linde. Someone who could kill me in seconds.

"Arthur, Charles, Javier and Josiah are riding to Blackwater tomorrow to find someone from us. He's been captured by Pinkerton's. Maybe you could join them?"

I tilt my head and nod slightly. Josiah? I haven't met him yet.

"Sure thing. After all I should do something for the camp"

He grinned and patted my shoulder.

"Good luck"

And with those words he made his way back to his tent. His girlfriend, Molly O' Shea, was waiting for him, sitting on their bedroll.

I finally entered my tent and closed the flap behind me. My hands made quick work off my clothes and I changed back into my sleeping ones.

As my gunbelt laid on the ground I slipped underneath the blankets and let out a loud sigh. Today was an interesting day and tomorrow would be one too.

//Timeskip: Next Morning//

I woke up again. Sun shining through the small slit of my tents flap and onto my frowning face. I groan and rub my eyes. I could already hear people talking outside and I wonder what time it is. Hopefully the 4 boys didn't leave without me already.

Quickly I changed into new clothes, putting the old ones into a basket to wash them later. I put my gunbelt around my waist and kneeled beside the small chest. Grabbing a small mirror and brush I fixed my hair.

Once I looked kinda presentable I put all the things away and walked out of my tent. The air was cold and fresh and slight fog laid across the camps ground.

I made my way over to the small fire where the stew would be cooking but there wasn't a pot hanging above it yet. Just a can with coffee in it.

I was about to grab the can when I realized I didn't bring my cup with me. I wanted to turn around and walk back to my tent but a person stood in my way.

A blue Jacket covered his white shirt and dark vest. A pocket knife hanging from his vest and two cups of coffee held in his hands. One in each. My eyes drifted up to the person's face and a smile decorated his lips. The unique mustache and the dark hair was something I would see miles away. Javier.

"Here. Coffee"

He said, holding one cup out to me. I take it with a thankful smile and take a sip of the hot liquid. Slightly burning my tongue

He noticed my small frown of pain and chuckled.

"Be careful the coffee is still hot"

I roll my eyes slightly and look down at the cup.

"Could have told me sooner"

He chuckled again and motioned with his hand to follow him. I shrug and quickly follow behind him. Walking over to the cliff of the camp. I stood next to him and followed his gaze across the landscape.

Birds and eagles flying in the sky. Some deer drank by the nearby river and a few riders crossed the water. It looked beautiful. Peaceful. Nothing like the outlaw life.