The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Thievery and Other Schemes

Lorna watched Arthur from his bed, as he got dressed for the day. She'd been spending the night with him since having moved her tent closer to his. They never did anything but talk until they passed out, but now Lorna wished something had happened between them. She was beginning to realize he may not come back from this.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He bent down to her level.

She smiled and touched the side of his face."Just admiring the view."

He pecked her lips and stood up, grabbing his hat off the table and securing his satchel to his side. Lorna kneeled on the bed as she fixed his shirt sleeves, while Arthur watched her closely.

"You should really learn how to do this yourself."

"You're better at it than me."

She rolled her eyes as she finished off the other side."It's an excuse, Mr. Morgan."

"An excuse? For what exactly?"

"Laziness." She poked him in the chest.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, she instantly snuggled into his chest. She could feel the worry and concern radiating off of him. It was the fear of the unknown that really worried her, she'd never been apart of this before so she didn't know the dangers - though she imagined it was pretty dangerous.

"Alright, I gotta go." He whispered reluctantly.

Lorna pulled away with a frown."Promise me you'll come back?"

He touched her chin with is finger."I can't make promises, darlin', but I'll try my Goddamn hardest to get back alive."

"Arthur." Charles knocked on the wagon."Wagon's ready."

"Be out in a minute."

When Charles walked away, Arthur closed the gap between them and took Lorna's face in his hands, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her waiting lips. She wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed.

"Please be safe." She mumbled against his lips.

He nodded and pulled away from their tight embrace. He opened the flap to the tent and stepped out into the foggy overlay. Everyone was waiting near a covered wagon, Dutch and Hosea in the front, the rest in the back.

"Ready?" Charles asked.

He nodded and hoisted himself into the back, Charles followed after and took a seat across from him. Once they were out of camp, Hosea turned to Dutch with a frown.

"Dutch, listen...I don't think we should all go in, I think a few of us should stay behind to hold off any reinforcements."

Dutch snorted as he snapped the reins."You don't wanna do this then?"

"Uh no." Hosea replied."I just think we have to be sensible about this. If we go all in and God forbid die, where will that leave everyone else?"

"You're talking like this is some Goddamn suicide mission! We've done heists before, Hosea, and we've come out alive!"

Hosea heaved a sigh."Not the last. More than half of us died, even those who weren't involved."

A certain darkness crossed over Dutch's features and he frowned, he handed off the reins to Hosea and buried his head in his hands, rubbing fiercely at his face. Arthur and the others stayed quiet, even Micah, surprisingly.

They didn't know what to expect next, but what they got was totally unexpected. Dutch retrieved the reins back from Hosea and shrugged his shoulders.