A few days have passed, my belly is still hurting me, but I can run and walk. Swanson did a remarkable job.Dutch killed Bronte, he betrayed us. Because of this guy, I could have died! I'm glad he's dead.
I'm in the living room with Hosea and Dutch, we're talking about the plan, at the same moment, Arthur entered the room.
- Karen ,Tilly, Abigail, I sent them all. They all say the same thing. There's no more than one armed guard. And the police... It's a city, there are police, but as far as we can tell, the patrols will all be going this way, when Abigail and I cause the diversion and that's the opportunity. Explain Hosea
- What do you think, Arthur? Asked Dutch
- Well, I don't see we have a lot of choice. We linger around here we know we're dead.
- But the plan?
- We got a decent bunsh. We know how to fight. Those city cops, they don't seem so tough. As long we move fast. I reckon, doing it in the day, with a distraction. I f that's was Hosea is saying? It's a good plan as any. Said Arthur.
- I, I think I agree. Said Dutch.
- And we do it at night, there's a drama of just getting into the bank. Can't do that silently. They'll pick us off far easier. I said.
- I know, I'm... I'm just making sure.
- Every plan is good plan if we execute it properly. Every problem we had was because we did not... execute...properly. I said.
- Even Blackwater from my understanding. Said Hosea.
- You're right.... Let's rob this bastard. Everyone get some rest. We ride out in the morning. Looks smart. Travel light. Said Dutch, leaving the room.
Leaving the house with Arthur, he asks me:
- And you? What will you do?
- Dutch count on me during the robbery, and if things get worse, take you all to a shelter. Do you remember my old hiding place?
- Yeah, I remember.
- That's where I'll take you all, just in case. I know these streets, Arthur. I know all the shortcuts to move quickly, we just have to be a bit agile.
I lean against the wall and smoke a cigarette. Arthur stands next to me, and smokes a cigarette too.
- How's your scar? He asks me.
- Pretty good, I think.I raise my shirt a little to show him.
The scar is at least 8 centimeters long, and it starts to heal. But it will be better not to fight, a punch or kick could open the wound again. Arthur looks around for a moment, then runs his hand over my scar. His hands are cold, I let out a gasp.
- What? He asks me.
- You have cold hands ...
- Oh, that's right? He tells me with a dirty smile.
He puts an arm around my waist, and slips a hand in my pants. The contact of his hand in my crotch makes me both laugh and embarrass me. We are outside, and someone could see us.
- St... Stop, Arthur! I said.
- Why? You don't like that?
- Yes, but someone could see us ...
- You are right. He takes his hand off my pants. We look at each other for a moment, and we laugh.
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The trapper and a gang.
Fanfiction1899, the East is conquered by civilization, some stay and others go away. The west is still wild, but for how long? Times change, and we must accept this reality. This is the story of a trapper woman named Sarah Gardner and her encounter with Dutch...
