Riches to Revolvers | rdr2 | Wattys2019

Darlin'

Arthur left with Sadie, John, and Charles. They're gettin revenge on Micah. While Abigail and Sarah don't agree, they know why it's so important to the men and Sadie. After all they'd been through, Dutch threw it all away for a rat.

Sarah's nerves were shot. She was overthinking, sick with worry... the only thing keeping her calm was her daughter.
Amelia had gone to sleep in her lap and Jack went off to read. Abigail says it's a way to cope with hurt and worry. She couldn't rightly blame him.

The fire crackled loudly, the house deadly silent. All she could hear was Amelia's soft breathing. The darkness through the windows was eerie, she knew it stood for so much more. They had been gone for hours and Sarah was so terrified for Arthur and the others...the saddening thought of reuniting and staying that way has her gutted.

Finally, horses sounded outside. She gently laid Amelia on the sofa and ran with Abigail to the front door.

All she could see was John and a hurt Charles, the tears were already falling down her flushed cheeks.

Abigail wrapped an arm around her with a quick hug, then walked off to help Charles and John.

She was standing on the porch alone, tears falling. The desert night was nippy but it comforted her strangely.

John rushed through the door and past her to his horse, grabbing a heavy satchel and throwing it over his shoulder.

"John." Sarah called.

"Sarah... he's alright. I hate when women cry." He scoffed as if nothing happened. Even though she was annoyed at his reply, her heart lifted once again from its demise. She wiped the tears away hurriedly.

"He's okay?" She questioned with a disbelieving smile.

"Of course. It's Arthur Morgan, tough as nails and as hard headed too." John laughed, his brown eyes softened slightly. "I got something." He said to Abigail as she joined, leaning on the door facing with an annoyed look.

Even though Abigail was still upset with her husband, Sarah could see the relief in her eyes.

"First you'll be telling us what happened. Where's Sadie and Arthur?"

"They fell behind a little but they're coming. I'll tell what all happened when they get here, be ready."

Abigail and John disappeared back inside. She was left to wait once again.

Luckily, Arthur and Sadie rode up several minutes later. Sadie was in saddle with Arthur, she looked to be hurt as well.

Sarah pushes the front door open,"Abby!" She calls and the door slams behind her as she raced towards the pair.

"Arthur! Sadie! I'm so glad y'all are okay. John said you fell behind but with how things have been the last few years my worrisome thoughts got to me." She smiled nervously at them. Sadie was clutching her side, her white shirt covered in crimson.

She tried to help Sadie dismount. Sadie grimaced in pain but tried to push Sarah's help away which told Sarah that she would be okay considering how strong willed Mrs Adler is. "You are hurt, don't be stubborn." She scolded, Sadie rolled her eyes, scoffing.
"I'm the one supposed to be doing the helping." Sadie argued but followed orders. Arthur dismounted with a tired smile, following them inside.

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After Sadie and Charles were all patched up, they began to tell us what happened.

They all sat in the living room, coffee in hand to. The realization of the past events dawning on them.

"Dutch was there." Arthur's tired voice hurt her.

"What was he doing there?" Abigail was shocked at the news.

"They were still running together after all this time and hurt." John said. "But we got what we wanted and more. Me and Arthur got that son of a bitch Micah. And this." John lugged the heavy satchel that sat beside his chair onto his lap, pulling the strap open to reveal wads of money.

"Oh my!" Abigail gasped and the group laughed victoriously.

"What happened to Dutch?" Sarah asked.

Arthur's face fell. "He...helped finish Micah. Then he left like nothing happened. That's Dutch for ya." He rolled his blue eyes.

"At least it's over!" Uncle happily announced. The room was filled with joy now, Amelia woke from the sofa with a start.

"What's going on?" She rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked towards Sarah and Arthur.

Arthur reached out to her, eyes softening. He hugged her, smiling happily. "Nothin darlin' daughter, all is well."