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

CHAPTER 6 - Robbing a train

We arrived in the late afternoon, stopping on a small plateau. We had a good view on the railroads. Dutch had been making plans for the last few days, and the result was this.

We were going to blow up the railway when the train passed and then plunder it. I didn't know what to make of it, but I was always up for a challenge and this surely would be one.

One of the men - Hosea, I remembered - had argued that this definitely didn't follow the plan of laying low after „what had happened in Blackwater", whatever that meant. Still, nobody had bothered to tell me what even happened there. But it didn't really matter anyways.

I examined the landscape. A mountain to the right, the rails right next to it, then a small field with short grass. The forest began right behind it. It was good to know the place where you would rob someone, in case of an emergency. Taking cover or running away was easier when you knew where to.

„Is Bill there?" Dutch questioned.

„Yeah.", Arthur replied, scanning the valley.

„You wanna head down?", Dutch asked, turning his head towards Arthur. „See how he's gettin' on?"

„Ok."

„Take (Y/n) with you, then."

The outlaw nodded and turned his horse around. I followed him and we trotted down the hill.

„Is he goin' to send us everywhere together now?", I asked, looking to the man.

„New members shouldn't be unmonitored. 'Specially not... you.", he replied, not taking his eyes of the small path. „Y' ever robbed a train?"

„Sure, back in my twenties.", I remarked. „Got shot in the leg, had to stay at camp for two weeks. After that, I preferred to stay back. It gets messy real quick."

Arthur commented. „Outta show you how it's done right, then."

I just hummed in agreement and approached Bill. „How's it goin'?"

The man looked up, huffing and puffing. „Yeah...yeah...I'm ok."

Arthur got of his horse. „You sure?"

„Of course."

„Can I help a little?", Arthur asked.

Bill nodded. „Alright. Go ahead... set up the detonator by those rocks over there."

The other man nodded and turned towards said detonator. „Okay, sure."

„Now just unspool the wire and then attach it to it."

I inspected how Arthur pulled the wire over to the detonator, cut it of and fumbled with it until it stuck to it.

Then he straightened up. „Okay, that should be good."

„Alright. Then you guys head back up to the others. I've got it from here."

My companion nodded and got back on his horse. The way back was silent. Both of us were tense.

„They're coming! About time. I'm rather lookin' forward to this.", someones voice sounded from above.

„Just be ready to move quick and remember the plan...all of you. No mistakes.", Dutch motivated, then he turned to us. „What's going on?"

„He says all fine.", Arthur answered, steering his horse next to Dutchs.

„We'll find out soon.", the leader only replied. „Now, cover your faces. Train should be here any minute."

I pulled the cloth I wore as a scarf up, until it covered my face. Arthur threw me a quick glance, his own face half hidden behind the fabric of his mask. It was a threatening one, telling me to not do anything out of line.