When Arthur Morgan was in his twenties he discovered he had a younger sister. Lyle Morgan had an affair with a prostitute and had a daughter named Macy Morgan. He wanted nothing to do with them and kept them both locked away in a cabin off in the fr...
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The next morning the air was just as cold and the wind just as bitter. Macy was ready to get off the snowy mountains and into some warmer weather. Her teeth chattered as she sat in one of the cabins trying to keep warm. The sound of boots hitting the hardwood floor broke her gaze away from the fire she was staring into. "Ya alright?"Arthurs voice floated throughout the room grabbing the young girls attention. "Yeah, just cold."she mumbled in reply rubbing her gloved hands together.
" 'lright, I'm gonna go talk to some of the guys find out what's going on."he announces to his sister as he pulls his brown coat on, Macy stands to her feet at his words and she rushes to pull on her coat and boots before wrapping her scarf around her neck. "I'm coming to."she demands as she begins to make her way towards the door happy to finally talk to her brother. "I'm cooped up in here and I just want to talk to someone."
Abigail and Macy were close, being close to the same age they understood each other. Abigail was an ex prostitute, Macy wasn't but her mother was. Abigail loved Macy like a sister she never had, when she had problems with John; Macy was the first to know.
Arthur and Macy step out into the bitter cold to greet some of the members. "You okay Bill?"Arthur calls out as him and Macy make their way through the camp, "are we gonna hit this train then?"Bill questions wondering about the train the O'Driscolls were gonna rob. "Seems that way, hey Micah."Arthur greets causing Micah to mumble back in reply about another day in paradise. "So how ya feeling about this train?" Macy rolls her eyes from her spot next to Arthur, it's a stupid idea. she thinks to herself not wanting to pick an argument with Arthur.
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Macy
My teeth continue to chatter as we finally step inside the cabin I was so desperately hoping to find warmth in. "You are a silly, silly man. You really are. Eaten by wolves, never heard such a ridiculous idea. Who gets themselves eaten by wolves? I mean really who?"Abigail prattles on to John wondering how he managed to get him into that mess in the first place. "I didn't mean to Abigail."John's raspy voice replied as he lay on his back with his eyes closed; bandages wrapped around his face. "You never mean to but always do...always trouble."
John finally opens his greenish blue eyes to look at Abigail as he talks."well I've certainly made my mistakes."he retorts with an eye roll causing Abigail to shoot a glare at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"she snaps in irritation and John shrugs his shoulders"whatever you want it to."he replies slyly and that's when I decide to interject."John..."I tell him in a warning tone with a glare. Jack is his son and he's an idiot for not believing it. "Stop while you're ahead cowboy."
"You are an annoying man, John Marston. You just shut up and get some rest."she snaps at him as she stands to her feet and leaves. Arthur goes to take a seat next to John patting him on the shoulder"you feeling any better?" John shakes his head shifting his body to get comfortable"not a whole lot. Can't seem to get warm."the scarred outlaw replies with a shrug his eyes darting towards me and then back to my brother. What's up with him?
