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

CHAPTER 44 - New places

This chapter contains some German. The translations are in the comments, as always.

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Hosea and Dutch where arguing in the leaders tent. It was the same argument they had a few times now. Now the looming threat of the law drawing closer forced a new urgency into their voices.

„So, we keep heading east. Is that the plan?", Hosea asked when Arthur passed by the tent.

„For now.", Dutch replied calmly.

„And when do we stop? When we reach Paris?"

„Well, that'd be nice." Dutch took a drag of his cigar. „Join the Commune. We stop when we find someplace sensible, shake them that's following us, and lie low."

„This is lying low?", Hosea asked loudly. „We turned into a bunch of killers, I mean it. We ain't even got the delusion of being anything but a bunch of killers."

„We are just trying to survive, Hosea.", Dutch objected. „We don't have a choice."

Before the situation could escalate, Arthur stepped closer to the open tent and asked: „So, we movin'?"

„Yeah." Dutch nodded. „This'll end soon."

„Damn right it will.", Hosea agreed grimly.

„Constipated as usual.", Dutch sighed and turned to Arthur. „Micah told me of a place we can lie low. Dewberry Creek, he said."

„Okay."

„Maybe you and Charles can go take a look, clear off anyone you find before the whole lot of us move in, looking so conspicuous." After a quick glance at the camp, he added: „Take (Y/n) too if you want, you two seem to be inseparable as of lately."

Arthur lowered his head, hiding his face behind the brim of his head. „I'm just makin' sure that she behaves. And how we gonna do that, anyways?"

„I don't know." Dutch leaned forward. „Start dancing?"

„Looks like I turned into the goddamn errand boy.", the younger outlaw growled under his breath.

„You have turned into my son.", the leader objected. „You worry because I worry. We are just the same."

Maybe Arthur hadn't hear him, maybe he had decided to ignore him. He walked off without replying.

When he called me, I was busy cleaning my weapons. I placed them back in my holster and joined him and Charles by the hitching posts. Cat, who had been lying in the shadow trailed behind.

„We got work to do.", Arthur greeted me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I could imagine that it was because of the catastrophy that just happened in Valentine.  „Where are we goin'?"

„Find a new spot to camp. We're packing up and movin' on.", he explained while we tacked up our horses.

„Again?", Charles asked.

„We have to. Fast. We'd already pushed our luck too far before that mess we just made in Valentine."

„That didn't sound good." There was an unspoken question in Charles voice.

„Uh, killed a lot of law. Killed a lot of Cornwalls men. They must know where we are by now."

„Think they knew that since they found us fishin' with Jack.", I muttered. „But this was the last straw." We mounted and took off. The ground was dry and each step the horses took sent dust flying into the stuffy air.