The Dusty Shamrock ~ OC RDR2 fanfiction

Chapter 2

"I gotta ask you, Miss, surely you've got a boyfriend or a husband somewhere?" Dutch asked. I chuckled. "No, sir. Any boy who had any interest in me got a stern talk with my father and his shotgun" we all laughed, in sync. My father never liked the thought of a boy taking interest in me. He preferred to think that I should pick one, they shouldn't pick me.
"Protective I suspect?" Arthur laughed, I nodded.
"As he should've been, Miss. I'd be too if you were my daughter" Dutch smiled at me. "Why don't you and Arthur ride up on ahead, stretch your horses legs" Arthur and I nodded, kicking the horses on.
"Y'know, we will try and make you feel at home. Our camp, it's not much but it's home" Arthur smiles, warmly. He was turning out to be more of a gentleman than I had first thought.
"Anything's better than what you found me sleeping in" We laughed. Our joy had to halt, Arthur's horse began to buckle at the legs. The horse looked tired. He and I hopped off our mounts and checked out his.
"She's tired, I don't think she's gonna carry me much longer." Arthur sighed, patting his loyal horse.
"You can ride Otto with me, he's big and strong. I'm sure he'll carry both of us. Do you think she'll carry on by herself?" He nodded.
"She should do, I'm a little too big for her now. She'd be more suited to one of the girls"
"Perhaps, hop on." I jumped into Otto's saddle, settling my feet in the stirrups. I was followed shortly by Arthur hopping on behind me. He kept a hold of his horses reins to lead her in the right direction.
"Seems you two are cozyin' up just fine!" We heard Dutch holler from behind us. Arthur and I laughed before replying to his remark.
"Givin' my horse a rest, she couldn't carry me much longer" Arthur turned to Dutch.
"You need a bigger horse, Arthur" Dutch chuckled.
"Is your horse still green? Miss?" Arthur asked me. I laughed and shook my head.
"No, he's fearless. He'll do anything you ask without question - and, please, call me Bronagh"
"Right, Bronagh. He does anythin' and don't fuss?"
"That's right."
Dutch trotted to catch us up, wanting to ask me something, I presumed.
"Say, Bronagh- what can you do? Can you hunt? Shoot? Pick pocket?" Dutch asked. I thought about it for a moment, I could do all of that, possibly more.
"Well, I know I can hunt. I'm alright with shootin', I can pick pocket. I'm an alright butcher and cook too" I smiled at Dutch, and Dutch smiled at me.
"I'll tell you now, you're gonna be an absolute asset to the gang".

We continued to ride along, towards camp. Arthur eventually took over riding Otto, while I sat behind. I had gotten to know Arthur and Dutch very well, turns out they were having trouble with the O'Driscolls too. Arthur told me about his life, his father was a thief and his mother had died when he was only young. He joined Dutch's gang at the age of 14. I told Arthur about my life, about my whore mother and my old life back in Ireland. Dutch told me about everyone at the camp, I would be able to go hunting with Charles, Dutch assured that Grimshaw would take good care of me, and Arthur would show me the ropes of the camp. In the time I took to reach the camp, Arthur and myself had gotten quite close- we were inseparable.

We trotted into the camp, I had to admit, I had fallen asleep against Arthur's back in the last stretch towards the camp.
"Miss Grimshaw! We found a young lady on our way back, O'Driscolls raided her house and killed her livelihood and her father" I opened my eyes, seeing a lady talking to Dutch.
"Poor child, c'mon young lady let's get you cleaned up and settled down"

I was taken in to the camp, lead by Miss Grimshaw. She was fairly kind but very firm at the same time. She helped me wash up, she cleaned my clothes too. Just after I'd washed, Miss Grimshaw looked at me in my clothes.
"My,my, what a cute li'l cowgirl you are. I can see why Arthur is smitten with you" I scoffed, asking her what she meant.
"You know exactly what I mean. I know the way that Arthur looks at you, even though he ain't known you for long, i can tell he's taken a liking to you. He don't look at anyone else the same way he looks at you" I couldn't help but chuckle, Miss Grimshaw seemed to have known Arthur for an awful long time, maybe i should take a little notice of what she was saying.
"I might think about that tonight, Miss Grimshaw, you seem to know him very well" I smiled.
"You do that." She giggled "I've known him since he was a wee boy, it's not everyday you see Arthur Morgan showing that much concern for someone he's only just met" Miss Grimshaw then lead me to my tent, where I would be staying. It was only just across from Arthur's tent. I knew exactly what that woman was playing at and I didn't mind one bit.