Riches to Revolvers | rdr2 | Wattys2019

Mister Morgan

One month later

Each member of Dutch's gang has taken a liking to Miss McDonnell. She is young and determined, she is finally starting to fit in. And Sarah doesn't know if she likes it or not..

It has been a month since her "disappearance" and Dutch hasn't seemed to be in a hurry to get rid of her yet. And she doesn't know quite why.

"Sarah, can you fetch me a bucket of water darlin'? I've got to make these boys wash up! The stench is killin' me!" Miss Grimshaw exclaims.

Sarah laughs at her dramatics, "of course Miss Grimshaw, anything for you." Like most of the girls, Sarah adores Susan, even though she's a pain sometimes.

Well in all honesty, Sarah has taken a liking to all of the women in camp. Her days at home was basically secluded. She hardly had any friends, mostly because of her father's disapproval. So being close to these women without worry of disappointment is refreshing.

She hurries to the stream that was a little bit of a walking distance away from the camp. A smile on her full lip, pail in hand as she hums.
She crouches down next to the stream, on hands and knees bending down to the water. She begins to sing as the water slowly trickles into the metal pail. "Just give me your hand and come along with me, will you give me your hand and the world it can see." She sings quietly.

The heavy heat weighs down on her but the quietness and the sound of the stream is so peaceful. She could run..but she knew if she did, it could be worse. She stares towards the dirt road that could easily lead her to freedom.. but something steadies her, bounding her to this gang for now.

She picks the pail up, steadily turning back to the camp, only to be startled by Arthur Morgan leaning on the tree behind her.

"Lovely singing Miss McDonnell." He smiles.

"Dear Lord, you scared the hell out of me Mister Morgan! I am grateful I did not spill the water, shame on you!" She scolds him which makes him smile brightly.

With chuckles he says, "I came over to make sure you didn't make a run for it."

She scoffs. "As if that would do me any good, I haven't got a clue to where I am exactly other than somewhere in lemoyne."

"Yeah. What are ya doing with that water anyways?"

"Taking it to Miss Grimshaw for one of the boys to wash. She's very stubborn and set in her ways, she reminds me of my mother." She smiles thinking of her lovely momma.

"Yeah..she's been a mother to all of us..and a pain in the ass too."

She can't help to laugh because she had been thinking the same earlier. "Seems so. You're very handsome when you aren't brooding Mister Morgan." She sweetly jokes with the outlaw which apparently took him by surprise.

He rolls his blue eyes, "I'm an ugly bastard, don't waste your sweet nothin's on me." She smiles despite herself, rolling her eyes in return.

"Come along, walk back with me if you don't mind."

"It's a pleasure to be with you, even when you insult me."

"Hah! That was no insult sir, quite the contrary."

As they enter the camp, it seems like everyone is staring at the pair.

"Here you are Miss Grimshaw."

"Thank you. Mister Morgan, what're you up to today?"

"Escorting Miss McDonnell back to camp if it's anyone's concern, now I've got matters to attend to. Good day Sarah." He tipped his hat, taking off towards the mansion. She notices how everytime he was around the members, he changes drastically. She always wonders why.

"Be careful with Arthur. He's a good man, but stubborn and as stupid as a mule." Miss Grimshaw takes the pail, taking off towards Bill Williamson.

"Don't worry Sarah, if you matched with Arthur, maybe you can thaw his heart out." Abigail joins her at the washing station with a giggle.

"We..aren't-"

"I know darling, I'm just saying. I can see something between y'all. Somethin' good." She winks, taking a plate and heading towards breakfast.

"Something good." She whispers.

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"Arthur!"

Dutch slapped a hand on his back as he joined him on the balcony.

"I saw you with that..McDonnell. Do you...have something going on-"

"No. She's a sweet girl. Nothin' more thank talkin' and jokin ."

Arthur knows he is lying. He finds her beautiful and attractive in the best of ways. It's been so long since he's had interest in anyone other than Mary.

"Son..if you fancy her, I don't know if I can give my blessing-"
"Dutch-"
"No let me finish! But if you insist on having her, I can make an exception. It would be the perfect revenge. Her ruination."

"Dutch! I wouldn't ruin her. Revenge is a fool's game! We've talked about this."

"Arthur...have some faith. Maybe she'll...marry you! But her father is a bastard...if you compromise her, no real harm is done." Dutch shrugs his shoulders.

Arthur turns to leave, frustration rising. "I-I'm going into Saint Denis to meet Sadie."

Dutch smirks.. "Oh I now have a plan Arthur. It involves Miss McDonnell."