We're done with the character building chapters for now, I promise.
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We left at nightfall, just before it got really dark. The sky wasn't golden, red and orange anymore, instead it faded into a dark, lavender coloured twilight.
It was just John, Charles and me, John had assured us that Arthur was already waiting at the oil wagon we needed for the mission. I wouldn't have done with Arthur there. Not that I was scared or anything, but robbing a train always came with danger. Having a leader with a cool head and a steady hand promised a smooth course of action. And if trusted anyone, at least a little, to be that leader, it was Arthur Morgan.
The plan was decent too. We would place the wagon on the rails and force the train to stop. Then we would go inside and relief the passengers of their money. It hopefully was a better one than our last attempt at robbing a train.
After fifteen minutes of riding, we reached a bunch of trees. There weren't enough to actually call it a forest, but it hid the wagon and Arthur well enough. And appearently the red haired man that was with him as well, as I only noticed him when he yelled a greeting and jumped up. His voice was laced with a thick irish accent and his eyes glistened with excitement. Arthur followed him slowly, his arms crossed.
We dismounted and left our horses at the treeline. John examined the situation, then his eyes landed on the unfamiliar man, clearly discontented. „What are you doing here, kid?"
The guy smirked. „I'm comin', John, on the job."
John shook his head sternly. „I said you weren't comin'."
„Yeah, well, Arthur says I am, and it's his party, boy, so come on, let's go." He pulled himself onto the front of the oil wagon and grabbed the reins. „Me and the big cheeses, love it. Can't wait to slit some bastard's throat."
John stepped next to Arthur and mumbled: „You sure about this?"
„No.", Arthur sighed. Then he raised his voice slightly: „Are we ready?"
„Yeah, train's due through tonight.", John assured.
„All right then, it's on."
Arthur sat down next to Sean, probably preparing to take over the reins if the young man needed help or messed up. John and Charles climbed on the sides of the wagon and I mounted Smith. We took off and rode through the night once more.
„So, who's she?", the red haired man asked and nodded in my direction.
I opened my mouth to introduce myself, but Arthur was quicker. „(Y/n) (L/n). We picked her up in the grizzlies. Saved John from gettin' eaten by wolves."
I was suprised that he didn't mention my previous alliances. Maybe he was over it after all. „You are Sean, I suppose?", I asked back.
„The one and only.", he grinned cockily.
„If they see this blockin' in the tracks, they'll stop soon us enough.", Arthur changed the topic. His voice was calm, as always.
„Apparently, it picks up a new team of guards at the state line, so there shouldn't be much in the way of guns to deal with.", John informed us.
„See, this is what I mean. I disappear for a couple of weeks, and you cut me out of all the action.", Sean complained.
„Just the action that requires a brain.", John fired back.
The two kept bickering, until Charles interrupted them: „Why do you have to speak so much? It's...incessant."
„'Cause I've still got some blood in me veins.", Sean retorted. „You old bastards have forgotten how to live."
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The wild, wild West (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)
Fanfic(Y/n) (L/n) left Colm O'Driscoll three years ago. She is an outlaw, now dependent on nobody but herself. But when she ends up lost somewhere in the Grizzlies in an attempt to hide from the law, she has to accept the help of an old acquaintance, Dutc...
