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-Lorraine- ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

As I began to drift off, thinking Arthur had forgotten about my request, a heavy blanket plopped in my lap, making me jump out of my skin. "Took a little talking, but Dutch allowed me to hand it over. Be grateful."

"Thank you, Arthur. I appreciate it dearly."

"Yeah, what ever." He shrugged and trudged back into his tent, whistling to himself as he did so.

★

"wake up." arthur demands, waking me up from my slumber. "we're leaving... moving camps." i raise my eyebrow at him and try to stretch my sore shoulder blades as he untied my hands from around the tree.  "run." he demands, grabbing a hold of my arm as he drags me behind him. he hands me a gun and grips my shoulder tightly. "men are coming, protection is needed, you shoot our men, we shoot you, that clear?"

i stayed silent as i saw men being shot at in the distance. "i said, is that clear!?" arthur shouts as he mounts his horse.

"yes, very." he lends me a hand and pulls me up on his horse. my hands grip his waist out of fright as the horse begins to gallop away, bullets flying past us as we rode away.

"shoot 'em!" he orders. i draw my gun and shoot a man straight in the head even though my hands were shaking. i kept shooting until i didn't see anyone behind any more.
i was praying to god that i didn't shoot any of Dutch's men, but i only shot people who were shooting at me.

"i've never killed that many people in my life." i coughed as we stopped running. "oh jesus." i sighed, clutching my chest intensely. 

"get use to it." arthur mumbles and grabs my arm, leading me over to—to a damn cage.

"no, no! what the hell is this?" i cried as he pushed me in, slamming the bar door closed.
"you gotta be kidding me! i just saved your ass!"

"and i thank you kindly." he gave a sarcastic smirk and perambulated back over to dutch. bastards. i can't show hostility, that'll get me no where.  i slump against the bars and immediately feel uncomfortable, but a fox smile played on my lips, a memory dancing around my mind.

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i smiled to smith as we ran into my house, he was bickering about some fool we were hanging around with, telling me they wasn't no good. i believed him, but they were quite entertaining to hear speak.
"you gonna get yourself shot, lady." he scolds as we walked up the stairs.

"i don't not believe that. you know something, smith. i think that one day this will all be behind us. i think that all these shootings and gang violence is going to dissipate. it'll be long gone. one day we'll wake up and everything will be safe." i closed my eyes as i watched out my window, wishing on my lucky stars.

"wishful thinking ain't gonna get us nowhere. i know you have all these dreams, but you outta save yourself before you get too caught up in them." smith snuggled up next to me, kissing my cheek softly.
"this is a war we've started. there ain't much more time for us."

"i know. but you'll protect me, right? you'll be by me." i inquire, staring up into smith's soft brown eyes. he nods, looking back into my own brown eyes.

"of course."
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"why are you always sleeping?" arthur growls, stomping his way into my space. i shrug and awoke from my daydreaming state.

"i wasn't sleeping. i was daydreaming. kinda different if i do say so." i scoffed, standing to my feet with crossed arms.

"yeah, what ever. dutch wants to speak wit' ya." he pokes my shoulder and grips my forearm.
"and before you ask, i have no idea bout what."

i huffed as he pulled me along with him. dutch stood in his little area with his arms crossed just like me. "sit." he offers, gesturing to a wooden stool behind me. i take his offer and cross my legs.

arthur stood in the corner, his stance widened and his hat was off. "you're going back to your camp, lady." my eyes glistened and i arose from my seat. "no, sit back down." he waved his hands, pushing me back into the stool lightly. "you're heading over because we gotta a plan. or i gotta plan at least."

"you always gotta plan, dutch." arthur mumbles under his breath.

"hmm." dutch scoffed and crossed his arms as he looks back to arthur with a scolding glare.

"hey, i was only jokin'." he defends himself, putting his arms up halfway.

"just for that, arthur gonna be heading over with you. since these people don't know much about you at your old camp, just say he's your brother."

"pfft. nah. they know i ain't got no family. that'll be suspicious anyway."

"what do they not know about you?" dutch sits beside me, leaning his elbow on his knee as he spoke.

"literally anything but that." arthur sighed deeply and walked outta the tent, letting out a soft growl before turning back to us.

"then he'll be your husband." dutch suggested and turned back to arthur.

"no-" arthur intervenes. "i am not being her husband."

"you don't gotta choice boy. you do as i say." dutch stands and pokes his shoulder with a fox smile. "you don't gotta say."

my eyes connect with arthur's in surprise. "wasn't expecting that." i whisper under my breath.

"just say you were gone, moved back to Valentine and found this fool. he's your husband now, Mrs. morgan." Lorraine Morgan.