Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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Mac wasn't sure why, but on that particular day, he felt like doing some bounty hunting. They needed the money for provisions and the meager rent they paid on the shack the little group lived in these days. They had some money, but it would be more prudent to save some of it for the next few weeks, when they planned to move to Annesburg to wait for Dutch and the others to return from Guarma.
After seeing Tori off to the hotel to speak with Mary, Mac finished his coffee, ate some canned biscuits and a few pieces of venison jerky, and then pulled on his boots to go out. Money needed to be made, after all, and with the others out hunting or doing other things, it meant Mac was the workhorse.
Not that he complained. He was used to the work, and it might help take his mind off Jenny for a while. He hadn't spoken to her since their fight, and all his letters to her remained unanswered as of right now. He reckoned she never wanted to speak to him again, and truthfully, he wasn't sure he blamed her.
He'd been a selfish pig; he knew that. He hadn't been honest with anyone about anything since Blackwater, and it had driven the woman he loved away from him. He regretted his actions every waking moment, but it would do no good if he wanted her back.
He still hadn't told anyone about his visit with Edgar Ross. It put him in too much danger, not to mention that he walked a thin line between disaster and things running smoothly. His whole life as of right now seemed comprised entirely of thin lines that he must walk absolutely perfectly. He micromanaged every action, and the effort of it exhausted him.
For respite, he clung to the image of Jenny in his mind. When the stress seemed about to eat him alive, he thought of how it felt to kiss her, to touch her body, to have her beneath him in bed as small moans and sighs escaped her mouth. He thought of the way her naked body curved just perfectly, and how soft her warm, brown skin felt beneath his fingertips. He loved her, and he hoped she still loved him.
Not that it mattered. Even if she didn't love him in return, he'd continue to walk all these fine lines for her, if it meant her survival. If it meant she didn't have to die like she had in the proper timeline, he'd do anything in the world to keep the flow of time running smoothly. He didn't consider himself an educated man, nor did he quite understand how time travel worked, but he gathered that if things went wrong, they would go very wrong. Jenny would die, and then he'd be back to living with nothing. He hadn't been able to save Charlotte or his daughter, but he could absolutely save Jenny.
But for right now, he needed a distraction from everything that had been going on, and coincidentally the group needed money. Bounty hunting ticked both boxes, plus he'd likely be getting shot at.
He missed getting shot at.
But as Mac entered the police station to collect a bounty poster or two, he happened to glance through the glass window and into the back, where the cells were. Inside them, he saw two people he thought he'd never see: Jackson Linton and Francis Sinclair.
