Lamb To The Slaughter (Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic)

An American Pastrol Scene: Part Three

It was like listening to two children argue over a toy or the favor of a parent. It never stopped and it only got worse and worse. The sound of Micah's voice was the equivalent of lighting yourself on fire. Arthur just didn't know when to stop. Fae rode in absolute silence, hoping one of them would choke on their spit or something. Fists wrapped around her black leather reins as she tried to think of something better. Setting herself on fire sounded rather nice right about now.

"Alright. This is the spot." Micah slowed his horse to a stop on an edge that overlooked some of Big Valley," Hold up on this ridge."

When Fae pulled Tupelo to a stop, she made sure not to rest up next to Micah. She halted on the other side of Arthur, tempted to ride home now.

"They should be here, in a little bit." Micah pulls a pocket watch from his jacket, checking the time, before quickly concealing it again," Hold tight."

" Which way will they be coming in?" Arthur points to both sides of the road.

"Should be from over there." Micah points to the west," We'll need to hit them fast, before they get into town."

"Just don't lose your head this time." Arthur looked over at Fae, as he growled the words to Micah.

" 'Course tough guy. They should be here, any minute."

Fae looked up to the noon sky, god rays overwhelmed the clouds. She watched as a small leaf floated down onto her saddled, she twisted it between her fingers, before stuffing it into her saddle bag. Today would be a good day to die, she was envious of those who would.

Soon, the coach drew into view. Starting as a small dot off on the horizon to a full on metal banking wagon," Look, there, they're right on time!" Micah nearly celebrated," Get covered up, and Miss. Bennett, I hope you're as good of a shot as they claim you are."

"Don't speak to me Micah." She tightened the black patterned bandanna around her head.

"Come on!" It was a race down the hill

Fae drew her sniper first, a trusty old weapon she gave the name Darline. Not racing as quickly to the coach, she let Tupelo get her footing on the dewy ground. Fae rested the rifle in a comfortable position, raising the scope to her eye, riding with the reins in one hand. She took her first shot at a rider, a man in a yellow jacket, his head snapped forward then his body hunched out of the saddle. A smirk came about her as she completely slowed Tupelo to a stop, taking nice and easy shots. Crack,crack,crack! The gunshots didn't seem to stop. Quickly, all armed riders were dead, it was just the driver left. Fae threw the rifle over her shoulder, and used her reins as a whip to catch up. Drawing her mother's navy revolver, aiming down the sights, her finger slowly pulled the trigger.

The coach's horses soon stopped near the side of the road. Micah and Arthur were quick to dismount and climb aboard. Fae was relieved to see Arthur in one piece, Micah not so much.

"Good shooting,sweetheart." Micah laughs and snorts

Fae slows her steed beside the wagon," Call me sweetheart one more time and see what happens."

Her threats didn't sway Micah, instead he turned to Arthur," You too Morgan, you two make a fine pair."

"Shut up, Micah. And leave the girl alone."

Once again, didn't sway him,"Come along Miss. Bennett, no need to keep our faces covered now." Micah settles himself in the driver's seat, flicking the reins to the wagon," I'll give it to them, they put up half a fight at least." He called out to his horse and the wagon started moving. Fae rolled her eyes and began to follow, she felt bad for his poor animal he named Baylock.

Arthur and Micah continued to argue as they rode in the wagon, Fae was yet to take her bandanna off. Micah can't and sure as shit won't tell her what to do. The forest seemed Eerily quiet to Fae, she got that shiver down her spine like something was about to go down. She could smell the stench on the wind, O'Driscolls. She speaks up a little, to warn Arthur that this didn't feel right. Just as she did, a tree collapsed in the road. Scaring the horses that drove the wagon off to the left, an explosion set the wagon toppling over into the river, and Arthur and Micah flying threw the air. Before Fae could react, Tupelo dumped her, she landed on her back. The wind was stripped from her lungs, the rifle on her back went off leaving her ears ringing.

She had no time to gather herself, the ringing in her ear was too intense to make heads or tails of anything. She gasped for breath, she was drowning in it. An O'Driscoll, knife drawn, ran to her, throwing all of his weight onto her. She was quick enough to grab the knife, but her strength was failing her. She managed to knee him in the groin and throw him off of her. Using her bare fists, she strangled him to death.

"Come on sweetheart, stop lollygagging and pick up a rifle." Micah, oh he was going to pay for that statement.

Fae, still short of breath managed to find her feet, and pulled her rifle from her back. Placing another round in the chamber, resting the sniper on the rock she now took cover behind," You okay?" It was Arthur.

She nodded quickly," Forgive me if I shoot Micah." Her body jolted from the kick of the rifle.

"They're goddamn O'Driscoll's!" Micah announced

"No shit Sherlock!" Fae yelled over the gunfire

"I can see that!"

"Here come more!"

"Thank you Micah, because my eyes have seemed to fail me!" She retreated behind the rock to reload.

Bullets ricochet off rocks, men yelled, Micah gave orders. It was chaos at it's finest. It made her think of the Greek deities of chaos, they must be pleased. When Micah approached the dead O'Driscoll's at laid in the middle of the river, once the fighting was over, he shook one with his foot," That'll show them."

"Why is it every job I do with you ends in a pile of dead bodies?" Arthur walked over to the bank wagon, he tapped the lock on the lock box with his foot.

Fae whistled for Tupelo, grabbing the reins of the mare," Well at least we know that you're not one for surprises." The mare nickered at her, Fae could see the guilt in her eyes. Patting her neck, she forgave her.

"Well come on sweetheart, show your pal Micah how you can pick a lock. Since I hear that greaser of yours speak so highly of it." He spat

Fae wanted to knock him on his ass right then and there, but instead she clenched her fist and grabbed her lock breaker from Tupelo's saddle bag. Her eyes shot daggers at Micah as she went to the box, bending down, she could feel his eyes swallow her," Come on let's see if this was worth it." Arthur added as she finished with the lock

"All I see is you, me, a river full of dead O'Driscoll's and a lock box. I'd say we're golden here Morgan."

The money was divided quickly, Arthur took the share for the camp. He patted Fae on the shoulder, he could feel the steam rising off of her," You okay? How about we get a drink before heading back to camp."

"I like that idea." She fiddled with her money," But one minute." She held up one finger then, tucked her money in her jacket," Micah!" She called out in a higher sweeter tone than normal as she trotted to him.

He mustered a slimy smile as he expected a kiss," Yes my love?"

"I just wanted to say." Her eyes went to the ground. She made a fist, punching him, kicking him in the groin, then kneeing him in the stomach. She pointed her finger and yelled at him as he bellowed over on the ground,"Call my man a goddamn greaser again, and I will put you six feet in the dirt. And my name ain't sweetie or sweetheart or my love, my name is Fae. Fae fucking Bennett, you best learn to use it or I will cut your goddamn tounge out! Do you hear me?!"

Arthur grabbed her by the shoulders and led her away before Micah got up and hit her. Then they'd have a real problem on their hands," Micah get yourself back to camp, and you, you gotta calm down."

"Don't punish me. I'm not your child, let's get that drink and go home. I wanna put this day behind us."