The trapper and a gang.

CH10: Loyalty ... or something more?

My head hurts ... and the sun burns my eyes ... a ray of light passes through the opening of the tent.

*Wait ... what?.. *

I get up and discover that I'm in the tent, but ... I fell asleep outside with .... Arthur. The events of last night come back in my mind. I remember telling him about my life and he told me his ... whiskey ... and ... our kiss. I remember that he took the first step ...

I leave the tent and discover that my shirt is open.

* Did we have ..... no I think I'll remember ... *

Arthur is not here, but he seems he prepared some coffee, I take a cup and sit near the fire, his horse is there, it means he is not far.

I hear someone walking behind me, I turn around and saw Arthur.

- Slept well? He asks me.

- No... It's like someone punched me in the face...

- Haha, I can hear it at your voice ... He sits next to me and takes some coffee.

- And you, Arthur?

- Me neither.

At this moment, I do not know what to say, the thing does not seem really weird ... does he remembers last night? We were drunk ... very drunk. And we had fun ... how far we ....

- Are you going back to the camp? he asks me, getting me out of my thoughts.

- Uh ... no. I'm going to hunt here before, we're running out of meat. And you?

- I'm going to see if I can make myself useful, we end up at the camp, okay? He puts the cup down and gets up.

- Okay see you later.

He gets on his horse and leaves. I let out a sigh and prepare to go hunting. In fact, I do not want to go back to the camp right away, especially since Mary is going to harass me with questions about me and Arthur. Especially since last night, we almost went very far ...

* Oh, god... what should I do? What should we do?*

God? I don't even believe in God, he did not do anything for me when I was in pain.

I take my rifle and go into the forest. I managed to catch two rabbits, and a deer. Pearson will be happy.
In the afternoon, I remove my tent, take my equipment and return to the camp.

When I arrive, the others are happy to see me and come to meet me.

- Sarah! We started to worry about you! Abigail told me, taking me in her arms.

- I was hunting, no need to worry. I said, smiling to her.

- Where is Arthur? Dutch asks.

- He said he would make himself useful, but with whom? I dunno.

- He's probably with Micah. Answered John.

- Good! Welcome back, Sarah! Said Dutch, smiling.

- Thank you, Dutch. It's a pleasure.

Once the emotion is down, I give my rabbits and my deer to Pearson and put my rifle in my tent and rest a little, I still have a headache.

- Hey, sarah! someone whispers my name.

- Huh?

- Come!

I leave my tent, it was Karen and Mary-Beth. They take me each by one arm and drag me behind a cart.

- What happens to you girls? I said.

- Now, you'll tell us everything! You're staying together yesterday?

- Me and Arthur? No, we are separated after being chased!

- Liar! We know you're in love with him, Sarah! Said Karen.

- What? In love with Arthur? You are crazy!

- Maybe, but you are crazy about him! Said Mary-Beth.

- It does not make sense. It's just loyalty to me, nothing else.

- No, not loyalty ... love! Karen replied

- Are you going to leave me? I am tired.

- Okay, don't worry, your secret is safe with us. At least ... for now.

They went away laughing like two little girls. I go back to my tent and try to sleep a little ... But many questions jostle in my head.

It is true that I am very attached to Arthur, we are often together ... but that does not mean, that we are in love? But every time we are together, I feel good. He likes my company and he comes to see me often. We laugh together, we eat together ... we are always together.
I feel that my heart will explode ... I do not believe in love since Colm. He broke me, reduced me to nothing.

And if so, does he love me? Sometimes he seems to worry for me, when he has an idea, or he needs help he comes to see me, he even comes with me to hunt. But it does not mean that he loves me.

When I told him about my past,he really seemed to sympathize, he even wiped a tear that ran down my cheek ... and he kissed me.
But it was alcohol, we were drunk. I remember all his movements ... his hand in my shirt, mine in his hair ... his kiss in my neck ...

*No. We were drunk, end of the story. Stop imagining things, Sarah!*

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