Dutch's Girl

Chapter Seven

Chelsea

Dutch and I sat out at the secret spot for a few hours, just talking and reminiscing about things from our pasts. He had a very humorous personality once you got to know him.

I learned about his parents, about his dad and the war, how he and his mom never saw eye to eye, it was a lot to take in, but I absorbed every ounce of knowledge. When the sun started to rise, we headed back to camp.

I honestly didn't want to go back yet. Being out here with Dutch, I learned a few things about myself as well. Particularly how much I genuinely liked his company. Once we approached camp, a female voice called out, "Who goes there?" And Dutch answered, "Me and Miss Wolff, Karen." A blonde girl came into view.

"I was wonderin' when y'all would return." Dutch led us into camp and turned The Count loose. "Miss Wolff, I would go with you tomorrow to tame that Arabian if you would go with me." I nodded my head. "That would be wonderful." He nodded and we stared at each other for a few heartbeats before he cleared his throat. "Well I should be gettin' to bed, so should you." I nodded and looked around for the wagon that I was in but it wasn't there.

Freezing in place, I looked around helplessly. I turned around to ask Dutch where I was sleeping but he disappeared. I began to shake and sweat. Where in the hell am I supposed to sleep?! I looked around at the sleeping forms in various places. There were no open areas for me.

I turned and looked towards the horses. Some were laying down, and when my eyes drifted to The Count laying under a tree, I ultimately decided he could use a sleeping partner. I approached and made a little noise to warn him of my approach. I got down on my knees and then curled against his side. The albino horse nuzzled the top of my head and gave a snort. Complain all you want, but it's your owner's fault not mine!

"You plan on sleeping down there all night?" I jerked my head up and stared into the beautiful blue eyes of Arthur Morgan. He chuckled. "Well, the wagon I was in is missing and Dutch didn't point me in the direction of a place to sleep." I looked down at my feet, embarrassed. "You could take my bed if you want."

I stared up at him in alarm, but he raised his hands in defense. "Hey, it's not like that. I got things to do, so you can take my bed when I'm not in it!" I sighed in relief and nodded. Arthur helped me up and led me to a tent. It was a decent set up with random trinkets and pictures of people and even a dog.

Before I could ask about them, a sudden wave of exhaustion flowed over me and I felt like I was about to pass out. Arthur rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, I'll be going. See you later." And with that, he walked away. I watched him for a few seconds before collapsing on the bed and passing out.

Upon waking up, I stared ahead of me. I could see through the legs of a bedside table and I could see faces. People are staring at me.. I sat up quickly and stretched. "Well, well, well, look who decided to get a taste of Arthur Morgan," cooed an Irish voice.

I looked up to see a gorgeous red headed lady. She looked stunning in a green and red dress. "W-What?! No! He just let me sleep here while he was absent since Dutch didn't show me a place to sleep!" Voices behind the lady all chuckled. I was blushing so madly.

"Now, don't go blamin' ole Dutch for this! Cmon, get up! You gotta work for your place here. Can't sleep with every man in camp!" I squeaked in alarm. "I didn't sleep with Arthur! I was out with Dutch all night!" The Irish woman stared at me with a shocked look, a look that turned into rage. "GET UP! GO SEE MISS GRIMSHAW!" I jumped up too, adrenaline fueling my actions. "GET OUT OF MY FACE!", I yelled.

"Molly O'Shea, get away from her right now!" We both turned to face two women. One I recognize as Karen. The other was an African American with big pretty eyes. "Dutch wants to see her, and he already knows she was here. You are just so jealous that Dutch didn't pick you to take out last night." Molly gasped and stormed away.