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

CHAPTER 35 - To close

I woke up when someone tapped my shoulder. „Mornin', sleeping beauty. Time to steal a coach."

I opened one eye and glanced up at Arthurs face that hovered over me in the dark. I ran a hand over my face and groaned. „Were you awake the entire time?"

„Someone had to be. Come on now. Hosea's already gone." He held one hand out to me. I grabbed it and let him pull me up.

My whole body felt stiff from sleeping in a sitting position and my throat was dry. I yawned. „So...We're takin' the house?"

„Yeah. Let's go now."

The farm was unlit, it had to be well past midnight now. Seamus cousin (by marriage) was probably sleeping, not suspecting anything. He wouldn't notice anyone breaking in. An icy shiver ran over my skin at the thought. I couldn't ask Arthur to let me stay back now, so I tried to push all the thoughts away to focus on the task at hand. We weren't coming to harm him, right?

Arthur ran across the open field in front of the house in a ducked position, gesturing me to follow him. I kept my head low when I did. Our steps made no sounds on the short grass, my ears were filled with nothing but my own frantic heartbeat. The wood of the stairs creaked under Arthurs foot when he snuck up. Both of us froze, ready to flee towards the trees if anything inside moved. But the night remained still, nothing broke the illusion of peace.

„Open the door.", Arthur whispered, his lips close to my ear and slipped a sturdy wire into my hands. „I'll stand guard."

There was no need for a reply, I just went to work. But when I tried to push the wire into the keyhole, the door gave in to the slight pressure and swung open. I trew Arthur an irritated look. It must have been broken.

It was dark inside, only the moonlight that spilled through the windows illuminated the room. The faint smell of smoke and leather hung in the air. I swallowed and got to work. Very carefully, I opened a chest next to the door. My fingertips ran over smooth fabric, cold glass. No money, no jewelry.

I looked up at Arthur and shook my head. He furrowed his brows and nodded over to a door. Assuming he knew what he was doing, I followed him and waited for him to open it, slowly and silently.

Suddenly, the sound of someone elses breath mixed with ours, louder, heavier. I recoiled, the tension almost becoming unbearable. I had caugh a glimpse of a bed and the figure of a sleeping man, that was enough for me to leave that room untouched. So I only watched with growing distress how Arthur entered to search it. He ignored that I shook my head and mouthed „Don't!" and kneeled in front of a chest. His eyes lingered on the man for a moment, then he opened it.

My hand wandered to my revolver while I stared at the sleeper, anxiously awaiting any signs of his awakening. It felt like Arthur needed hours to search the chest and instead of leaving, he moved on to a small dresser.

The man on the bed let out a groan and turned his head, I could see his eyes moving under his lids. Arthur closed the first drawer and opened the second one. I held my breath when the man moved a hand until it dangled of his bed. Finally, Arthur stood up.

Once he had reached the doorframe and closed the door behind him, he met my furious gaze. Before he could react, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled. „You dumb fucking idiot, Morgan. Are you tryin' to wake him up?"

He parted his lips to reply, then he shook his head. „Get done with this."

I released the grip on his collar and he stepped aside - on a creaking floorboard. Both of us froze, terrified. Inside the room, someone moved. I heard the sound of bare feet hitting wooden floor, then sloppy, heavy steps. The door moved.