Van Der Linde Savior (Red Dead Redemption 2)

With The Passing Days

Two weeks had went by since Trelawny separated from the gang once again and to say the least, things were going good, almost too good. It turned out that Dutch really had listened about leaving the plantation houses alone and as Dutch had thought, the place they were hiding out in, outside of Rhodes, hadn't been discovered by any law when with them having been there for a little while. It was nice, the land beginning to feel like home. Really, they hadn't done anything to attract any attention to themselves although Celina supposed that didn't really matter. There were still likely a great deal of bounty hunters scouting the country for them. Luckily for both the hunters and the gang, unsuccessfully. Laying low was great, Celina loved it and was alnist getting used to it. It felt safe, almost.

Dutch's spirits were high as well considering that the money was still coming in although in a much quiter way. Through bounties... Yep. The gang had actually been bounty hunting themselves which was a direction she had strongly suggested Dutch to follow and preach to the gang. He had. They were doing great and he, Arthur and Bill remained sheriff Gray's golden boys.

As far as the bounty hunting in other cities? Well, as logic had it, the boys captured the targets and Celina hauled them on into town. She was making a big name for herself even if it weren't her doing the work. Credit was good, credit was great. For making the Van Der Linde gang commit much less crimes for the time being, credit was deserved.

Celina and Dutch? They were great too. Heck Molly didn't even give her the skink eye from across the camp any longer. This made the young woman hope that maybe, just maybe things would be ok between herself and Molly too... maybe.

Suddenly, her eyes were covered by two large hands, the person behind her stepping close enough that her back was flush against his front. She inhaled the scent of the man she loved so dear, his presence almost making her heart swell with happiness, "I know it's you."

Dutch chuckled and spun her around to face him before pressing his lips to hers sweetly, "Head into town with me? I'm going to pick up some ammunition."

Celina nodded and kissed him back, "Of course, lets go." Kissing him was great, being with him was great and she was starting to both hope and feel like maybe- just maybe, things with him would last. It was weird she thought, to actually be relaxed for an extended period of time since she had joined the gang. What was weirder was that even Micah of all people had been being rather pleasant.

Don't get her wrong, she still hated Micah and didn't trust him with a bone in her body. In fact, the idea of Micah Bell's head on a pike still brought her great satisfaction. However, to her knowledge, the rat still hadn't done anything, well... rattish. Again, everything was going smoothly.

She followed Dutch to the horses and together they mounted the steeds before leaving the camp. Once out of sight from the place, Dutch took a deep breath of the fresh air, "I believe we are going to be alright."

She smiled back at him, "You know, I was just thinking the same thing. Everyone's energy back at camp is so uplifting. We can do this Dutch, a few more weeks, maybe more of laying as low as we are. We can go off and get some land of our own. Heck, if you'll ever tell me where that Blackwater money is I can go get it and we'll be on our way."

"You know how I feel about you going back there alone." Dutch's tone wasn't harsh, just decisive, "If something happened to you, I- I don't know what I'd do." His expression was troubled and sincere, frankly, he looked pretty cute.

She cast him a sympathetic smile, "I know how you feel but I don't have to go alone... I can take Sadie with me. She's real tough, Dutch. She doesn't have a bounty on her head and she could cover me incase anything went down. I mean, I still highly doubt anything would go down anyway."