"the way i see it
if you want the
rainbow you
gotta put up
with the rain."
~dolly parton
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Gwen
Dutch had Charles and Arthur ride out to scope out a new hideout that we could lay low in for awhile. Since arriving back, Arthur's been a little hesitant to leave on any type of errand Dutch had him run. He doesn't talk about what happened, just says they got stranded on an island in Cuba called Guarma.
I think losing Hosea and Lenny is really messing with his head. Hosea was like a father to him, and Lenny was just a kid. I noticed Arthur's been coughing a lot more lately, he says it's nothing but I don't believe him.
Charles and Arthur eventually come back and they take us to a place called Beaver Hollow. It's out near Annesburg off in the trees, said they had to chase off some Murfree Brood. I'm getting all my stuff unpacked as I overheard Dutch asking how Arthur got on and he replies okay and that they found a girl and took her home. "You and Micah find anything?"Arthur questioned and I noticed out of the corner of my eye him glancing over in my direction.
"Maybe...I think maybe I found our old friend Mr. Cornwall."Dutch replied catching my attention. Leviticus Cornwall? Why would he want to find him. "He's buying a stake in the mine in Annesburg."the gang leader added after a moment, now with a cigar between his fingers. "Relentlessly ambitious feller isn't he?" Dutch explains to Arthur how him and Micah will sniff around and see if Cornwall knows we're here.
"So Dutch...did ya miss me?!"The sound of Molly O'Sheas Irish accent yelled out across camp as she stumbled up to camp. "I found her drunk in Saint Denis."Bill says stepping up behind her and I could see irritation pooling in Dutch's eyes. "You're back...how jolly Miss O'Shea."Dutch called out as Molly approached him"it's Molly you sack of shit!"the Irish woman spats in anger as she goes on and on in her drunken state.
I grow curious and drop the clothes in my hands to go stand beside Arthur. "—I told them."Molly slurs stumbling on her feet trying to catch her balance. My heart dropped at her words. She told them? She's the reason why they got stranded on Guarma. "Mr. Milton...Mr.Ross I told them about the bank robbery...I wanted them to kill you!"Molly screams at Dutch who in return unholsters his gun to point it at her.
"You're the reason Hosea and Lenny were killed....you're the reason they were stranded on fucking Guarma in the first place!" I yelled in anger feeling my blood boil so I took a step towards her but before I could do anything a loud gunshot goes off and Molly's lifeless body falls to the ground. I stare down at her body shocked and look up at Miss Grimshaw who held a shotgun in her hand. "She knew the rules!"Miss Grimshaw snaps ordering for someone to take Molly's body away.
That night I wasn't able to sleep, I sat wide awake in the bed Arthur and I shared with thoughts of what happened with Molly, and how John was doing running through my mind. I look over at a peacefully sleeping Arthur whose mouth was slightly agape with soft snores escaping. I let out a quiet sigh as I peel myself out of his arms and standing to my feet to take a step outside for some fresh air.
The camp was quiet, the campfire that was lit earlier that day was slowly coming to an end. Beer and liquor bottles were scattered all over the ground and the sound of wild animals off in the distant filled my ears. "Gwen."a quiet voice called out startling me slightly, I looked to my left and saw Abigail a few feet away waving me over.
"Hey you alright?"I questioned as I approached her and taking the empty seat beside her. She shook her head as she looked back out into the distance seeming to be lost in thought. "I'm worried about John....wondering if they've already hanged him. The boy needs his father Gwen."Abigail confessed as she turned to face me, she continued on about how she loved John Marston and even if he was a stupid, stupid man she didn't want to be without him. Her and Jack needed John.
My heart broke at the sight of Abigail breaking down so I comforted her as she cried into my shoulder. "Arthur and Sadie will get him back Abbi, okay? John is Arthur's brother, John will be fine."I promised her because I knew Arthur and Sadie would bring John back safe. I'm not sure how long we sat and talked but I know I fell asleep eventually.
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As Arthur stepped outside the next morning he scanned his eyes over the camp searching for a familiar brunette haired girl. As he walked around he asked a few of the gang members if they had saw Gwen, they replied they hadn't so he kept searching. Eventually he did find Gwen....she was sat underneath a tree outside of camp asleep with her head resting back against the trunk; he also noticed Abigail's head was placed on Gwen's lap as the two women slept soundly.
He didn't dare wake them as he watched with a small smile. He loved Gwen. A lot. And then his smile faltered slightly, which means he had to tell her about Eliza and Isaac. He turned on his heel and headed back to their shared tent where he'd just wait for Gwen to wake up. It was about thirty minutes later when the canvas to the tent opened and Gwen stepped inside. "Good morning."she greeted with a small smile as she took the empty seat next to the man she was deeply in love with. She noticed a sad look pooling in his blue eyes and growing concerned she took his hands in hers asking if everything was okay.
"Gwen—" Arthur's mouth opened and closed; he wasn't sure how to tell her. How do you tell someone you met a 19 year old waitress when you were in your 20s and got her pregnant and then lost both of them. "You can tell me Arthur."Gwen assured him in a quiet tone as she reached up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
"When I was younger....I met a 19 year old waitress named Eliza and—we had a little boy together, his name was Isaac; he was 8. She knew of my lifestyle and what I did but she didn't care. I sent them money and visited when I could....I showed up one day and there were two crosses out front; they were killed for 10 measly dollars."Arthur told Gwen everything as she sat and listened. She didn't make fun of him or ask questions....she just listened and he was grateful for that. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to talk about Isaac yet.
"I love you Arthur Morgan...and thank you for telling me. I know how hard that must've been."Gwen said in a soft voice as she gave him a sweet smile. None of this changed how she felt about the outlaw. She knew what kind of life he lived, now she knew he used to have a son. And she just knew he would've been the perfect father.
Authors Note:
Who doesn't love Arthur Morgan and John Marston?!
Sorry it's crappy!
Criticism is accepted thank you lovelies! 🥰
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