Arthur Morgan X OC | Red Dead Redemption 2.

Chapter 24. Trouble.

I woke up on the hotel's soft bed.
Arthur wasn't in it. I look around tiredly and see him buttoning his pants up.

I flop my head back down on the covers and try to fall back asleep.

"Robin, let's go." Arthur says.

"Nnn..." I groan.

I feel the covers being grabbed off of me and cold covers my bare body.

Arthur lets out a wolf whistle and then hands me my clothes.

"Whyyy?" I groan, getting up.

"Cause we gotta get back to camp." Arthur said.

I sit up, try to stand, but almost tumble down.

"Whoa." Arthur caught me.

"My... back." I stood up straight on wobbly legs.

Arthur smiles a bit as if he was proud of somethin'.

I grab my clothes and began to get dressed, putting on my shirt last.

"Aww." Arthur says when I button the last button up.

I hit his arm playfully and then grab my hat.

"Okay I'm ready." I say.

We walk out of the hotel and to our horses. Before I knew it we were home.

I barley could make it to my tent without Arthur's help.

"Jeez." I sat down. With my bad leg and my back there's no way I could walk decently.

Arthur tips his hat and then goes to do his own thing like always.

"Good to see ya back." Abigail says, passing me.

"Good to be back... ow." I tried to sit up.

"Back?" She asks.

"Uh... yeah." I feel some blood rush to my cheeks.

"It'll get better throughout the day, trust me." Abigail says walking away.

Of course she would know she's the only one here with a damn...
I finally get up, hanging onto a post, and she was right. The more I kinda walked I got used to it.

"You look like a dog with a thorn in its paw." I hear Micah say.

"Except my leg ain't fixable. Speakin' of thorns, you're a thorn in my side. Fuck off." I turn around to 'limp' to find Jack.

I find him poking a stick at somethin'.

"Hey bud." I say.

"Hi Aunt Robin." Jack looks up at me.

I take the toy out of my pocket and hand it to him.

"Gotta keep that safe, alright?" I tell him.

"Okay! It looks so pretty. Thank you!" Jack hugs me, making me silently scream out of his cute gesture.

Once he let go and sat back down in the dirt to play with the rabbit, John pats my shoulder.

"Thanks. For being so nice to him." He says.

"Yeah of course. He's a sweet kid. His Papa taught him well." I look at John, smiling.

"Afraid that was his Mama. I hadn't been a good father to him much." John sits down on a barrel and I sit beside him on another one.

"Well you can now." I object.

"I wasn't being responsible." John babbled.

"John." I put a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to stop comparing yourself to 'what you did' and start doing it to 'what you're going to do' because we all need you to focus." I say.

He nods, a bit taken back by my harsh change of mood.

***

I decide to go out hunting for a spell.

Wouldnt hurt to have some extra food.

I take Ace out and find a nice open field, the one me and Arthur had our first kiss.

I got off my horse and began to track. This went wrong once it-

"Hey! That's the bitch we saw with Van der Lin!"

Wait wha?

I feel a bullet land in my shoulder, causing me to scream for a moment.

I duck behind a rock and take a breather as Ace runs off to find shelter from the bullets.

I see an O'Driscoll behind a tree close to me, loading his gun.

Fucker.

Being quick I threw a knife... it hits him but not with enough force so it just cuts his nose.

"What the hell?!" He yells.

I groan and take out my pistol.
Bullets whiz past me.  I aim at the O'Driscoll and shoot, hitting him in the throat. He gurgles for a bit and then goes down, dead.

Something in me kicks in. Probably my instincts, as I shoot more of those fellers.

I realize I can't kill all of them so I whisper for Ace.

He comes runnin' in, scared half to death, but runs close enough I can grab his saddle horn and pull myself up. I feel a bullet graze my back but I keep Ace in a gallop and eventually lose them and make it to camp.

I curse at myself not being able to hit that one with a knife.

It was so perfect! And I fucked it uPpP.

After letting Abigail patch me up, I see Arthur fixing a wagon.

I walk near him and say hello.

"Hey, Robin. The hell happened to your shoulder?" He asks.

"O'Driscolls. I got them back though." I say.

Arthur nods in approval and continues on his work.

I bump my hip against him and he looks at me.

"I see what you're doin'." Arthur chuckles.

"What?" I say innocently.

"Trust me, I would love to hold you right now however if I don't get this fixed Dutch is gonna kill me." Arthur says, touching my cheek for a moment.

Well I mean...

I touch his hand thats on my cheek.

"Okay, cutie."

"Don't call me that." Arthur coughs or... chuckles a little and pulls his hand back and goes back go fixin' the wagon.

I giggle.. I truly adore this man.

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Fuckin O'driscolls.

Fact about Robin:

When she was younger she would always cause fights in the local schools because people made fun of her height.