The wild, wild West (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

CHAPTER 3 - Prove yourself

The morning began unusually loud. I was used to the silence of the mountains, now I was woken up by the banter of the men that I shared the cabin with. Their eyes lingered heavily on me as I sat up and pushed the blanket of me. Some of their gazes were greedy, some full of disdain. I wondered if they had been told what had happened yesterday.

It was a blonde man with a greasy looking moustache and a dirty smirk on his lips was the first to comment. „Oh, see, princess' awake."

I ignored his comment and opened my bag to look for something edible.

„To good to talk to a real outlaw, Princess?" He stood up, his lips spread into a shit-eating grin. „Or are you scared?"

„I've seen kids that are scarier than you.", I replied plainly while I took out some of the dried wolf meat. I hoped that the man would get bored quickly. I was to tired for a confrontation.

He shattered that wish with two quick steps towards me and a harsh grip on my hair. Roughly, he pulled my head back so I had to look up at him. „I know a damn way to shut you up, bitch. I bet that's the only reason why Dutch kept ya."

„If ya want me to bite your fucking dick off, sure.", I snapped.

My elbow connected with his crotch in a split second. A surprised whimper left his lips before he dropped to the ground and curled up into a fetal position. He coughed up a few insults.

I had jumped to my feet, hand at my revolver, that still wasn't loaded. My heart raced

plain wolf meat I had still with me, then I left the cabin.

There was a lot going on outside. I stood at the door for a moment, unsure of what was going on. The men were preparing their horses, tacking them up and strapping their guns to the saddles. Some of them were standing in small groups and exchanging a few words.

Dutch stopped next to me. „You're up. Good. Get yourself ready, we're headin' out. Take that mare over there." Then he stopped and grinned. „Prepare for a shootin'.'

He turned to leave, I stopped him quickly. „I don't have ammunition."

„There's a box inside, take some from there." Then he was gone and I went back inside.

There was a box inside and I found it quite quickly. I took two packages and stashed them in my pockets.

Everything was going so fast. I just assumed that we were heading for that O'Driscoll Camp that Dutch told me about. My fingers were shaking when I mounted the horse that had assigned to me. It was even colder than usual.

The mare had no saddle or bridle, I used the halter she had on to steer her. She was one of the carriage horses and therefore not very well trained to be ridden. She knew voice and reign signals, but she paid no attention to my seat commands at all, so I had to steer her by pulling pretty hard on the halter.

I did like her, but it turned out that she was probably the slowest horse I had ever ridden. I constantly had to urge her to go faster if I didn't want to lose the others. Because of that, I didn't take part in their conversation, but I listened carefully. There might to be some essential information.

The horses had a hard time walking in the snow, but we finally stopped just behind a ledge and got of them. Everything happened quietly.

Dutch and Arthur snuck up the mountain a little further, I watched them from the distance as they searched the camp that seemed to be located somewhere below our hiding spot. After a while they climbed down again.

Dutch gestured me to join them as they followed the tracks that two men named Micah and Bill left, whoever that was. No one had bothered to introduce themselves and I wasn't to mad about that. New people meant talking and silence seemed to be the best remedy for my aching throat. My body was still sore, although the warmth and food had done wonders. Just my little finger hadn't survived my escapades.