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- arthur morgan - "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ"-
Lorraine hopped off of the rusting wagon as she saw Arthur nearing her with a man strapped to himself. "You got the groceries?" Arthur questioned as he pushed the other man onto the wagon with more force than needed.
"Sure did." Lorraine placed her hands on her hips and watch Arthur glare at the man who was just shoved into the wagon. "Anything else we need to do?" Arthur shook his head and climbed up the wagon, grabbing the reins and twisting his hat around.
"Not here. We gotta skip down somewhere else as well." Lorraine nods and takes Arthur's hand for assistance. "Hell, if I didn't put in my complaints, we would be all over the damn world. Seems like Dutch has dirty-no good-deals goin' on everywhere now." Lorraine watched as Arthur spoke, the way his lips moved and the way he pronounced every word made her stomach churn in a way she hasn't felt in a very long time.
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Just after making their way back to the camp, they hurried to Rhodes to finish some business dutch was goin' on about. Said something about a robbery. Raine looks up to Arthur and smiles lightly as they come to a stop, wanting to just pour out her heart, but knew if she did, Arthur would get bored with her constant talk about Smith.
Arthur couldn't help but have his brain suggest that something was wrong with Lorraine, but he didn't want to sound like a dick. Well—
"I saw him back in the store." Lorraine confesses, her eyes dull, and her head rapidly spinning.
"Really? What'd he say?" He shuffled in his seat and gave her his full attention.
"Said he wants me to come back home..." Lorraine's expression became even darker. "Should I?"
"It's up to you." Arthur never had the right thing to say, and Lorraine sort of hated it. "Do you truly love him enough? One day our camp will move again and you may never find us again." When he spoke it caused Lorraine to spark up slightly.
"I do- I do love him. It's just not the same way that I love being at this camp."
"Loving a camp isn't the same love, Raine." His hand grips hers in a way of comfort.
"The people." She sighed. "Leo, a special man told me that smith wouldn't stop coming for me. Searching for me every time I leave."
LORRAINE
After Arthur and I had our little discussion, I shut my mouth for the rest of the time.
"You gonna go back then?" Arthur finally cut the silence. My eyes closed and I shrugged.
"I don't know." I look up to Arthur, already tired of the conversation. hell, why did everything have to be so difficult? i wouldn't be in this mess now if i would have just stayed with smith in the first place.
"Tell me, how'd you join a gang? How did you decide that it was something you wanted to do?" Staring at Arthur, I quickly remembered the scene before me.
Blood, whiskey, old wooden floors, and his lifeless body.
"I did something I will never forget. Shot a man straight in the head..." tears escaped my eyes, but I quickly pushed them away. "Someone I was close to."
"oh yeah? you don't seem like the type to do something like that." Searching for my strong suit, I pushed away the scene. Now I was left alone with their face surrounding my mind.
"I had another brother. Frank. I shot him... knew it wasn't long before I was to be found. So I ran, ran until I found use of my money and tricks." The feeling of pure guilt ran over me, the cold feeling of judgement being added in.
"Why'd you do it?"
"He was drunk off whiskey, tried to put his hands on me... Smith stepped in, wanting to fight like real men. I couldn't handle the scene, so I shot the man, nearly missing Smith." There was no doubt that Arthur was surprised. When I first shot a man in his camp, I threw up straight after. perhaps it was the same rush of guilt i had the first time.
"Oh." He sighed, turning back to the old town in front of him. "so, you shot your brother?"
"yup." i hummed, shaking my head as the memory danced around in my mind. "you ain't got no right spoiling my secrets to anyone, got it?" he nods, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"you're sure different." he mumbled, steadying himself as he hopped down from his horse. i did the same, meeting him on our journey. "here, put this on-"
"oh no. i'm not bouta rob-"
"you're gonna do what dutch tells you to do. now, put the damn thing on." arthur orders, his whole mood shifting. i ain't ever rob no place before, and i'll tell ya, i ain't too comfortable doing it either. what if i gotta shoot someone? after talking about frank i think i'd pass out.
arthur made a commotion and walked inside the place, his gun firing through the wooded ceiling. "any of you say a single word, i won't hesitate on shootin ya." i stood guard by the door like arthur told me too. a gun in my hand as i threatened any people who dared look at me in the eyes. a man leaped at me and knocked my gun out of my hand, his arms strapping down mine, and his body straddling my waist.
i told arthur i wasn't no good for this, look where we are now! i'm bouta get the two of us killed! arthur rushes over and yanked the man's dirty body off of mine, his fist pounding against the man's temple, sending him to the ground. arthur looked over to me and gave me a stern look.
my heart was beating so rapidly that i didn't even know how to breath properly. we got the money and even took some from regular people inside of the place. arthur was yellin something but i couldn't hear him, it was like i had something blocking my ears. he came runnin at me, grabbed my arm and pulled me outside with him. i mount my horse and follow him back into our camp. "that was damn stupid back there, kid." arthur scolded me with a hushed tone. he didn't want the others to hear.
"i'm sorry mr. morgan." i felt that at the moment we weren't on first name basis. "i told you i wasn't no good at doin that stuff." he huffed and looked away from me.
"well you're gonna learn. we can't have no one like that around here that ain't willin to die for this camp, lorraine." he was obviously furious with me, and i knew that. but sometimes i say stupid things.
"what about kieran? he doesn't do shit other than brush them damn horses." i point out and gesture over to the other man's general direction.
"he's an o'driscoll. we don't want his kind helpin out in our dirty work."
"i'm from another gang!" there was no point in trying to prove anything to that man. he's as stubborn as a rock. "dammit arthur. there is no winning with you is there? you're so sour and sad. goodnight mr. morgan." i stomped off with pride. i couldn't show him how mad he made me. i couldn't stand him.
