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Arthur Morgan- "ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ."
I mount Arthur's horse and wrap my arms around his waist, closing my eyes as water starts to pool inside. The last thing I wanted was to cause a disruption between both camps. It was bad enough that I was considered a disgrace to Dutch's camp, now I'll be considered one at my home.
"You alright back there?" He heard my soft sobs and started to question me.
"Yeah." I gave a short response, not wanting to show my shaking voice. I could feel his eye roll, making my self confidence to lower even more.
We stop out of nowhere and Arthur helps me off of the horse. We were ways away from my camp, so i was a bit confused. He sits me down while he opened up his water canister. "Drink a little." He orders softly. I do as told and wiped away my tears. "I was thinking."
"Hm?"
"It'll be a little suspicious if you're wearing the same thing— let's ride into town, get you a new outfit and a little trim, if you'd like that is." My smile widened as he continued to speak. "It's not that big of a deal, really."
"That would be fabulous, Mr. Morgan." He helps me back on the horse and we ride back off. There isn't much room for soft people in this world anymore, and sadly that means everyone doesn't know what it's like to be treated like a princess. Being this way makes you weak, but from what I've seen, Arthur is not weak.
★
"Buy what you like, Lorraine." Arthur opens the book and flips to the clothing section, sighing as he did so.
"That looks lovely, doesn't it, sir?" The clerk asked, eyeing the modern outfit containing a skirt and blouse I had on. I preferred pants out of anything, but a skirt will do.
"I'll take it." I smiled, twirling around in a circle. The skirt was a nice grey-blue with nothing special, the blouse being a white button up top that tucked under the skirt.
"And this." Arthur whispers, I could barely hear him, but his voice was difficult to keep quiet.
We thanked the man and started walking over to the barber to get my hair trimmed. "I just want to say thank you again, Mr. Morgan."
"You're welcome." He quickly responds, tilting his hat down to some man we walked past.
"Say, you aren't usually like this, what's gotten into you?"
"You don't know me." He mumbles, crossing his arms. "You've known me for a couple days."
"But you have a very obvious attitude problem, so seeing you're doing something so kind it just made me wonder. I wasn't saying anything weird, or implying anything. I was just curious." I defend myself as we walked inside the barber shop.
"Just a light trim. Oh, and can you please make it look... nicer?" The man nodded, putting the little cover up around my shoulders. "Oh, just like an inch please."
★
"Oh it's beautiful, thank you sir." I smiled while Arthur payed the man. A beautiful blue pin was pushed into my hair that was now styled in a high bun. Arthur's dirty hands retracted as I stared at the pin in the mirror. "Oh Arthur." I cried, covering my mouth.
"Let's get going." Arthur mumbles once more and lightly pulls me out of the chair. "Alright, So Dutch said you guys would be just east of here, but he also said that there's a giant river blocking our way.
"Don't your horse know how to walk?" I ask, poking his shoulder. He nods but looks down to my skirt.
"I paid for it and I ain't letting it get ruined so fast."
"Fine, is there a way around it?" He pulls out his map and shook his head.
"Not within the next twenty minutes." So lazy.
"Why don't we just— go across anyway? I can hike up my skirt with becoming inappropriate. I'm smart right?" I suggest. Arthur turns to me with an arched eyebrow and whistled for his horse.
"Or how about we just steal a boat?"
"Yeah, that's smart too." I nod, feeling stupid.
★
"Arthur, row the damn boat!" I shout, looking to him while he sits back and enjoys the view of me rowing. "I ain't your damn worker girl." I rolled my eyes but Arthur didn't move.
"Nah, i much rather like watching you work." He chuckled, putting his elbows on his knees. "It's a big entertainment."
"Shut up, man." I argued with a slight smirk. He laughed even louder and took the paddles, rowing slowly. "You just love taking your time, don't you?"
3rd person
"Sure do, it makes you angry, and your angry face is something I don't wanna miss." Lorraine smacked his arm, rolling her eyes as Arthur finally sped up the paddling. "Anyway, I don't know much about you, lady. What's your past like?" Arthur asked, being very straight forward.
"You sure that's you asking and not Dutch?"
"I'm sure." He answered.
"Well... Let's just say I grew up in Valentine. Or dropped off as you might put it. My ma and pa dropped me off when I was three, saying they didn't have money anymore, saying men were after them...
"Other People took me in, saying they was gonna keep me safe and warm, such and such. It was nice to have a family who actually loves you. I grew up walking around town, seeing people smiling and riding horses with random people my age...
"That's where I met smith. He was this boy I fell head over heels for. Such a charmer and so kind... offered to take me into his camp where they were outcasts like you. I stayed for a while, made some friends but found I didn't like that kind of life...
"I flexed back home, still talking with Smith everyday. We'd go to bars and such and that's when I met Sean. He was always at the bar, drinking his poor heart out. That's beside the fact. We should be going anyway."
Arthur looked to Lorraine with pure interest. He was much different than what he was expecting. He was expecting to hear a short story explaining that she was just wondering and found herself joining gangs, but it was much different than that.
"How did you find yourself joining a gang anyway?" Arthur questions, getting out of the boat and pulling it closer to shore.
"That's a story for another time, Mr. Morgan." He lends a hand for the women and they start walking forth, seeing a giant campfire just starting.
