AN: I know that Charles is a new recruit to the gang, only joining the gang only 6-7 months prior to the events of Red dead redemption 2. However, we're going to overlook that and pretend that he's been in the gang a few months prior to the events of this story. :) thx
——————————————————————————————————————We strapped the results of our hunting trip onto our horses and mounted up. We set off. I was curious as to Charles' heritage, he knew mine. I'd told him I was Irish, it was also a tad obvious from the faint accent I still had.
"Charles" he looked at me "tell me about yourself" I ordered. His eyes widened almost instantaneously.
"Me?" He looked confused as to why I would want to know about him.
"Yes, you. If it's not too much" I smiled warmly.
"No, no, it's fine. It's just no one's really asked me" He looked down to the right before continuing to tell me about himself. "Well, my Father was African American and my mother was an Indian. We lived with my Mother's tribe until the Army drove them away, but she was captured and never seen again a few years after that. My father fell into dark times and became and alcoholic. I ran away when I was 12"
"That's quite a rough child hood" I said quietly. "Did you enjoy being with your Mother's tribe?"
"Oh yes" the sun seemed to make his eyes glisten as he reminisced.
"In the tribe, no one cared who you were or what you did or what colour your skin was. Everyone pulled their own weight and helped work as one tribe" he smiled.
"That sounds rather blissful, idyllic really" I imagined what it would be like to live in a society where no one cares about anything but what you can add to their community.Charles and I continued to chat on our way back to camp, we were proud of our catches. Charles has shot quite a large deer and we had a fat turkey too. I'd wondered how Arthur and Hosea's fishing trip had went and whether it was as fruitful as our hunting trip.
When we finally arrived back at camp, we unloaded our catches. Bill was kind enough to come and carry my deer for me, I probably would've struggled to carry both the deer and the turkey over to Pearson all by myself. I glanced over to see Pearson, seemingly, having an argument with Arthur. Hosea, seeing my confusion at Arthur arguing, walks over to me to explain everything.
"Goodness, am I glad to see you... Mr Pearson over there is chewin' Arthur's ear off. Our fishing trip didn't go too well, so Pearson ain't too happy about having no fish" I giggled, how my partner in crime was getting a telling off for an unfruitful fishing trip.
"Well, I think we've dinner covered, two deers and a turkey'll make a good hearty supper for a day or two" Hosea smiled and lead me over to Pearson's cooking tent.Bill, Charles and I put the fruits of the hunting trip down at Mr Pearson's feet.
"Would you look at that! This'll keep us fed until Mr Morgan here gets us some nice fish" I stifled a giggle and looked at Arthur, he seemed incredibly unamused, he just grumbled and walked away. Pearson thanked us and told us that supper would be fixed up and ready much later. Charles stayed with the cook to skin the animals and help prep them for cooking. Bill went to find something strong to drink, and I went to find Arthur.I found Arthur near a stream just to the right of our camp. He was skimming stones in the shallow water, whether out of anger or disappointment I didn't know. Nonetheless, I approached him and sat next to him.
"Evening, Arthur"
"Evenin'" he mumbled. I sighed at his stubbornness.
"What's the matter? Is it the fishing trip?"
"No, not the fishing trip"
"Was it the way Pearson spoke to you when you came back without any fish?"
"No."
"Then... what is it?" I shook my head, despite only knowing him for a day or two- I knew he wasn't letting me on to something, something that he didn't want me to know. I had an inkling as to what could be the matter with him and it had something to do with what Miss Grimshaw had said to me yesterday evening.
"Fine, I'll go talk with Charles then" I stood up, understanding that my presence wasn't wanted nor needed.
"Wait-"
"Yes? Arthur?" Arthur patted the space beside him. I took the hint and took my place back next to him. My threatened departure from the company of Arthur Morgan to seek company elsewhere with someone else has confirmed my suspicions.Arthur was jealous.
I stifled my laugh and asked him in all seriousness.
"Arthur" he looked me in the eyes "Are you jealous?" His eyes widened and his face flurried red. Yes, he was jealous. His feet had suddenly become interesting, he turned all his attention toward his feet whilst still maintaining an awkward confrontation with me.
"Why would I be jealous?"
"Because Dutch sent me Hunting with Charles instead of fishing with you." I snapped.
Silence. I was obviously correct in my assumption.
"Fine, maybe I was jealous" I smiled.
"Aww, you're jealous" I pinched his cheek only for him to swat my hand away. I giggled.
"Then it's settled. You and I are going fishing tomorrow." I playfully punched his shoulder, earning an award winning smile from my partner in crime.

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