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Once Charles galloped back into camp, saying how he and Arthur found a better place to stay rather than the swamp they were all rested up in now, everyone quickly packed their things and moved out as quickly as possible. There wasn't much to pack after some of everyone's belongings were damaged and destroyed due to the Pinkerton's, however it sped up to the process of moving things into the wagons.
Their new camp wasn't that much nicer than the swamp, but at least there wasn't any mud or alligators here. There was a cave entrance behind Dutch's tent that was being set up, but no one was allowed down there. Jack really wanted to explore it, but was quickly shut down by Abigail, making the boy sigh as there was nothing to do apart from exploring everything else like he usually did.
Gracie wanted to keep out the way for a bit whilst everyone set up their tents. After she helped her mother place the four sleeping bags in their tent, she got on her horse with permission from her mother and galloped to a certain place where two certain people had been laid to rest.
The girl felt empty when she stared at the two graves. One which said 'RIP Hosea Matthews' and the other said 'RIP Lenny Summers'.
They were dead because of her.
It didn't matter how much she admitted it, it still never stopped hurting. Her stomach twisted and her chest tightened when she glanced at the fresh dirt in front of the headstones.
She felt her horse, Glenn, nuzzle up to her arm with a quick blow from his nostrils. Gracie sadly smiled at him, stroking behind his ears softly, "Sorry boy.. they ain't comin' back.."
Glenn stood next to her still as if he wanted to comfort the girl, which she appreciated. Gracie looked at Hosea's grave for a moment, "I should've done somethin' to stop it.. push you outta the way or.. I don't know, but somethin'." She then turned her head to look at Lenny's grave, "I could've saved ya', Lenn.. You could be alive right now, but you ain't.. 'cause of me. I'm sorry, both of you.."
Another horse trotting over to the graves made her quieten. Gracie looked behind her briefly to see Arthur, trotting over on his horse. Charles said he was taking a woman, who was in the caves, back to her home as she was kidnapped by the folks who previously lived at Beaver Hollow. Arthur sighed quietly, trying to hide his coughs as he dismounted his horse and slowly approached the graves next to Gracie.
"Should've killed that Milton prick when we had the chance." She spat lowly, mostly to herself, but Arthur heard.
He had become a little concerned about the girl and her behaviour lately after Guarma. She had killed people back on that island without remorse - yes they were bad, but he expected her to react badly about it. Even Dutch, who always used to preach how they should keep violence away from the younger ones, told her to kill and didn't bat an eye when she did it apart from praising her for it.
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Save Gracie ➹ Red Dead Redemption 2
FanfictionPeople were always having to save Gracie, until she learnt that the only person in this type of world who can save her... is herself. ➹ Gracelynn Roberts, the fifteen year old daughter of Abigail Roberts. She and her mother lived from place to place...