The Dusty Shamrock ~ OC RDR2 fanfiction

Chapter 19

A couple days had passed since the gang's last trip into town. We had changed our camp location, we were now in the Heartlands, a point overlooking the flatneck station. It was wooded and easy to defend, the lake was at our disposal for easy fishing too. We were preparing for the upcoming bank robbery, Alvor and Renée were to hold the fort down until we returned from the heist. As soon as we had finished the heist, we were to move campsite again.

Victoria, Nellie, Charles and I were all planning out our robbery as carefully as we could.
"So who's gonna be our star of the show?" I asked. In order to rob the bank, we'd need distraction and an actress.
"I think Victoria, quite the distraction she can cause" Nellie replied in her signature southern drawl. We agreed and decided that all the girls should wear skirts for this, to disguise ourselves as normal women. We were to get everyone out of the bank and then rob the place. Charles would slip in through the back entrance and show some strong arm to let the bank teller know we meant business. I put on my tartan skirt and an ivory white, ruffled blouse with a wide brimmed, Navy blue hat settled on my head at a angle, my hair was in a tidy, low bun too. Nellie was wearing her usual, and Victoria was wearing a fanciful, light yellow day gown, her hair in elegant ringlets cascading down her shoulders to accompany it.

We set off to the bank of Valentine, Charles was following behind us. I had a new associate who was waiting in town, she was a local con woman and prostitute who would help us clear the bank and distract a few passers by. She would be awaiting our arrival outside the Valentine Saloon. The others would be finding a new camp spot whilst we were out, a new camp far away from Valentine. We would be moving to the south west, in southern West Elizabeth.

We arrived in Valentine, Charles took position at the back of the bank where he couldn't be easily seen and I went to meet our new business partner.
"You must be Bronagh O'Cealleigh? I'm Dorothea Williams, call me Dolly" Dolly introduced herself to me, she held out her hand for me to shake and that I did.
"Yes, Bronagh O'Cealliegh. This is Victoria Adams and Nellie Kurbine, at your service" I introduced my two best friends to Dolly before explaining what was to unfold before the robbery. Victoria was to be our star of the show, she was to play  as if she was 'lost' and draw some of the people out, then, if the bank wasn't empty already, Dolly would cause a commotion outside to draw the rest out.

We slowly filtered into the bank, taking out our hand fans and waving them elegantly. Once we were all in, Victoria entered. She was playing the 'lost, little city girl" act which happened to be a favourite of mine. She was a blubbering mess, crying:
"Oh dear! I seem to have gotten myself helplessly lost! Would you kind gentlemen help me find my way?", much to our luck most of the men rushed to help her find her way. All apart from two men who were eventually lured out by Dolly. Once the building was emptied of eye-witnesses, I pulled my revolver from its hiding place in the side of my skirt. I held the pistol so that the barrel was fully presented to the bank teller. Nellie pulled her pistol out too, Vix re-entered the building with her hair tousled slightly, she too pulled a gun on the bank teller. Nellie kept her pistol aimed at the outraged employee while she pulled the shutters down and the door was bolted.
"Open this door and let me into the vault." I gritted my teeth as I spoke, trying to seem as intimidating as possible.
"No!" He cried "I shan't be tousled about by the likes of a few whores!" We all gasped, not playing ball was exactly what I feared he would do. As if on cue, Charles appeared from the back with his mask on, he took the man into a firm headlock and aimed his sawed off shotgun to the teller's temple.
"Do as the boss says."
"Alright! Alright!" The bank teller caved in, opening the booth door so that I could enter. He wearily showed me into the back where the vault was located.
"Open it." I demanded. The teller fumbled with the vault lock, taking far too long to input the code. I slapped him with the butt of my gun "open it! Now!" I yelled. He finally opened the vault, allowing me inside.
"Are you the bank manager?" He nodded. "Open them." I gestured to the four slightly smaller vaults inside the vault room. He opened the vaults one by one as I looted them and placed the contents of each vault into a saddle-bag that Charles had handed me. As we'd planned, Charles exited out the back of the bank with the money in order to make a quick and discreet get away. The rest of us restored the bank back to its original state and exited the building as nonchalant as we possibly could manage.

We rode over into Southern west Elizabeth within a couple hours or so. We were well away from the Lawmen in Valentine. Charles met us near to where the others had set up our camp so that he could lead us back to the new campsite. 

I wondered how the Van Der Linde gang was getting along with their plans to move west. I sincerely hoped that Dutch had cut his ties with a certain outlaw and hitman whom I'd seen at their camp a couple times. Micah Bell had been in and out of their camp, how I wished he'd live alone and carry a lifestyle of solitude. He was a horrible man, undeserving of companionship. I knew him from my younger years, I must've first met him when I was about 8 or 9, I remember my Father being close associates with him. My father was similar to him, as much as I loved him, he was as crooked as a witches nose. He was very racist and incredibly vulgar. I was never allowed to wear trousers outside of the ranch, he made me go gunslinging with the men because I was capable and could take care of myself, however I was usually a lure for eye-witnesses, entertainment to distract, and nothing more than a con-woman or an object. I'd always had a criminal mind but I never had the chance to prove to my father that I was able of filling his shoes.

We sat at the centre table in camp and dumped the money out onto the tabletop. There were about 4 gold bars, each worth around the $300 mark. We counted the bills time after time to ensure that the amount was right. We had robbed ourselves rich with an amazing total of $5,200. It was a far bigger amount than I could've ever even wished for when we were only robbing a small town bank.
"How much did we get?" Charles asked.
"$5,200." I breathed. Charles looked at me with a wide smile gracing his features. I stood up and encircled my arms around his shoulders, interlocking my fingers together and resting them at the base of his neck. In return, he wrapped his arms around my torso. I sighed in contentment at the situation we were in. We had plenty of money to keep us going, and we still had a high stakes poker game to come.