You Should Be Here!

1899

In 1899, Dutch stood over the dead brother of one of his long time rival, Colm O'Driscoll. He grunted as he picked up the loot that he was carrying and placed it on his horse named The Count.
     That horse, was very unpredictable at times with most of the gang, but there was only one other person that the count didn't mind. It was Annabelle, the lover of Dutch Van Der Linde, the only woman he loved other than his dead mother.
     Dutch got back up in the saddle with a grunt, and took off. The count was running as fast it could to take them both to the camp. They finally made it back to the gang, safely when Annabelle exited the tent that Dutch and her shared together.
"About time you got back..Jesus Dutch." She sighed rubbing her forehead.
"Darlin' I'm fine as rain..I'm back ain't I?" He chuckled, when heading over to the box. Annabelle followed behind him, with her hands on her hips.

"Of course..Dutch..I just worry about you ya know an-."
   
   She got cut off by Dutch kissing her with passion. Annabelle blushed and touched her lips, and smirked to her lover. Dutch wasn't a shy man of PDA (Public Display Of Affection), he would often show it in camp or in town when he would get the chance.
  Annabelle was a such a sweet woman, she understood what was going on. She helped when she could with missions, and helped around the camp. There was something about her that Dutch loved and connected them when she felt the same towards Dutch.
   
"You don't need to worry darlin'..I'm fine I promise you."

He smiled down at her, as he pulled Annabelle close. Annabelle placed her hands on his chest. "I know Dutch..but I love you very much."

He chuckled, "of course..and I love you too.."

Annabelle smiled and giggled as they pulled away from the embrace. They walked into their tent together ignoring the others, Annabelle sat down on their cot watching Dutch pull down the tent flaps. He sighed as he rubbed his face, and sat down on the cot next to his lover.
  Dutch was stressed of course, what had happened he had just killed, Colm O'Driscoll's brother. He rubbed his face, Annabelle could see he was stressed.

"What's the matter Darlin'." She spoke softly.

"Just..nothings the matter sweetheart..I promise."

Annabelle knew that was a lie, she knew when he was lying.

"Dutch Van Der Linde.." she raised an eyebrow, he sighed.

"I killed..I killed Colm O'Driscoll's brother.." he hung his head, Annabelle went quiet knowing that was going to mean war.
"You know what that means don't you.." she spoke softly while rubbing his back.

"Yeah I know..Damnit.." he growled, Annabelle was used to his outbursts when he was stressed like this.
"Dutch..I'm afraid now..what about the gang.. what if he comes back for revenge."
      
    Dutch turned towards Annabelle, and pulled her into his lap and kissed her, while untying her dress. She placed her hands on chest, both of their lips far apart from each other.

"Dutch..like I said..I'm afraid.."

Dutch spoke softly to her while holding her face gently in his hands.

"Annabelle..I promise you on my life..that nothing..and I mean nothing will happen to you." He growled, she nodded slowly feeling a little better about the situation. They held each other close.
...
Later that night, as they laid in their cot together, both naked after their love making Dutch looked down at Annabelle and smiled softly. He knew this was the only woman he would love. Maybe settle down have a family with her, and maybe one day also have a child with.
Annabelle stirred and looked up softly at Dutch and smiled,
"Why aren't you asleep darlin'" she mumbled groggily.
"I have a lot of things on my mind..my dear." He whispered softly and traced patterns on her bare back.
   Annabelle nodded and sighed, "I have go..to the bathroom.."
Dutch watched her move across him, he smirked as he grabbed her bare ass with what little moonlight was shining through the tent flaps.
"Dutch..did you just grab my ass" she smirked playfully slapping him.

"Of course my dear..I'm sorry my hands have a mind on their own." He laid back with a smirk playing on his lips with his arm above his head.

  Annabelle shook her head with a giggle and got redressed in her night clothes and took Dutch's big black fur coat and placed it on.

"I'll be back my love.." she kissed him before leaving.
Annabelle left the tent and headed out towards the woods, to use the bathroom. She finally found a nice secluded spot to where she could go.
   She heard bushes rustling, making Annabelle look around making sure nobody was there watching her.
"Hello.." she called out.
No Answer, she took a deep breathe knowing it was probably a damn rabbit or something. She finished her business. Just then hands wrapped around her mouth, so she couldn't scream and hog tied her.
  When the men flipped her over, she could see Colm's face in the moonlight.

"Well..looks like we got a pretty one..here boys." He whispered darkly, "load her up now..take her back to camp..show them how we take revenge."

  Couple of the men nodded, and took off back towards the camp with one of them having Annabelle on the back of his horse. She tried to escape, but every time he would beat her to make her stop. She cried softly hoping Dutch would find her and save her.