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-Smith- "ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴛ?"-
The future is uncertain, at this very moment Arthur is tying up the knocked out version of Allen so we can take him back to Dutch. "Hey, Arthur?" I whispered as he hoisted Allen's body up onto the horse. "Do you think that we could... stop in valentine?"
"Why?" Arthur didn't bother to make eye contact, in fact he avoided as much as possible.
"Well I need to go to deal with something...." I barely breath out. I ain't one to sell out all of my life but when Arthur asks I just tell him naturally.
"Alright." He sighed. "Tell Cecile bye. We're leaving." I nod and put my head down as I walk over to my group of friends.
"We gotta go... But trust me, you are all better off without this crazy son of a bitch. I am really sorry for taking all of your time." Cecile stared at me as I spoke, I couldn't tell what emotion she was expressing, but it gave me a god awful feeling.
"Goodbye Liam, make sure you give Arida all of my love." I blew Arida a kiss then walked back to Steal.
"What's wrong?" Arthur questions as he sees my sorrowful face. "And don't lie to me."
"I don't know— I'm just kinda worried for them. They've got a lot of people but Allen was always their best shot."
★
Valentine
Arthur helps me down from the horse and made sure that Allen wasn't getting away easily. "Where are we going?" He inquired as I began to walk away without him.
"Oh, I'm going to take care of my business." I shrugged and crinkled up my nose as I spoke.
"Without me?" I nod.
"Yeah, it's just a small thing. I don't need a big strong man to assist me." A slight giggle escaped my lips as I began to walk away again.
———ARTHUR ———
She walked away without another word, leaving me with the knocked out version of Allen. I watched as she slowly knocked on the door, her small hand making much more noise than expected. A tall man opens the door, black hair styled like Mine, short and curved.
He pulled her in for a hug and I instantly saw how uncomfortable Lorraine was. The man attempts to pull her inside of his home but Lorraine struggled to stay outside. "Oh come on." Instantly, I jog over with my hand on my gun. "Let her go before you do something stupid." I demand as I got much closer to them than Lorraine wished.
"Who's this?" The scrawny man questions as I ran over.
"This is Arthur." Lorraine gestured to me with a slight smile. Her face churned as the man scoffed. "He's a friend of mine." Notably, the man eyed Lorraine and she shook her head.
————LORRAINE————
Smith looked to me with the all knowing look. He was questioning my relationship with Arthur. His black hair flowed as the wind blew, making his dark green eyes squint close. "Well, Lorraine I've been waiting so long—to see you again. I still feel like you're pushing me away." Smith whispered as he caressed my cheek. "Do you love me not?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and looked away with annoyance. "Listen, hurry up, Dutch will be questioning our timing." I slightly punch Arthur and push him towards his horse.
"Shush." I whined. "Smith you can't keep doing this." I scold. "I know you went to my camp and asked of me. I'm no longer there anyhow. But this is scary, I know—"
"Raine, I've been searching for you! We've been so worried! After that stunt you pulled before you left we were all shocked. I've been in search for you so we can continue—"
"Smith! I told you, when the time was right I would come back, but now is not the time. This is a fair warning, Smith. Stop searching for me. Forget about me." Smith rolled his eyes and punched the stiff wooden door behind him. "This was highly inappropriate, and if I hear you are searching for me again, I will not hesitate to have your head hanging in my tent."
"Our love was pure, what has twisted you, darling?" Pure? His jaw clenched, his jaw always clenches when he's confused or upset.
"Smith, our love was everything but pure. Leave me the hell alone or I may never come back at all!" Quickly, I stomp away and stare to the ground, not daring to look back.
"You okay?" Arthur questions as I mount Steal.
"Oh I'm fine and dandy. Let's head back before Dutch has both of our heads." He nods and we both leave this town, my head jerks a bit to see Smith standing in the middle of the road with a widened stance as he watches us leave.
★
"You're late." Dutch seethed as he sees Arthur as I ride into our little hide our spot. Well their, not our. I'm hardly even a mouth to feed, speaking of which, I haven't eating in quite a while.... "I'm just glad you got our man." Dutch pats Arthur's shoulder then turns to me as I hop off my horse and fold my arms across my chest.
"What am I to do now? My camp despises me... and all I have left is a man who is too deep in love to even see past me." I huffed as I spoke, my eyes filling with tears as I spoke to Dutch. "I've never hurt a man like I've done you y'all, I really don't mean the harm... if-if you let me stay until I get myself back on my feet, I will aid your camp and help with whatever it is you ask of me."
"Nah, Nah." Dutch shook his head and waved his hands. "Don't worry." His cold hand places on my shoulder, and with a smile he spoke words of wisdom, well not wisdom. "You're welcome here. I can read people over, and when you killed all those men I saw the disgust and fear in your eyes. John will help you get set up with your area, once that is done Pearson has made a delicious stew to eat again. Make yourself comfortable young women."
"Thank you dearly, I devote my life to you." I was only joking and I knew Dutch saw that. "I will cause to disturbance, I promise you that."
"Enough talk, kid. Go get yourself set up." I nod with eagerness and went with John who had crept up behind me whilst I was talking with Dutch.
3rd person.
"She won't hurt a fly. Well, unless we need her to. She's loyal, I saw how disgruntled she was when we left her other camp." Arthur sighed as he brushed his horse. "I got a good feeling about her... She just talks a lot."
"Well son, we need more jolly people like her. We both know Abigail is turning sour." Dutch chuckled as he lifts Allen off the top of Arthur's horse. "I'm not worried much about her either. She seems like a good kid."
"Me too and I sure hope we're right Dutch." Arthur sighed. "We can't have another incident."
"I know Arthur." Arthur scoffed. "You think I'm not looking out for this camp?"
"Keep quiet! No, I do think you're looking for our camp, and I'm quite content in your actions that you've chosen, but technically you just let a prisoner enter our camp to stay."
"Thought you liked her, said she wouldn't hurt a fly."
"I did, and I stand by that— I think you made the right decision, but keep in mind, we're both at fault if she turns sour." Arthur seethed as he watched John help Lorraine set up her sleeping area.
"Let's just pray to god we made the right choice." Dutch was barely audible, but Arthur nods, agreeing.
