Lies We Breathe ➳ Rdr2 Fanfiction

12 ➳ In Which There's Moore

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          The day was hot and the air thick as soup, the sun shining overhead with an intensity that could be found nowhere else than the south. Chores were being done around camp by the women while a few of the men where on guard duty. The two kids of the camp were playing with the newest member of the gang; a dog named Cain, while their mother's were mending the torn clothes of the gunslingers in their little disorderly family.

   You on the other hand was smiling like an fool. Your eyes were shining brightly as you stared at the blood bay Thoroughbred. "Oh, Arthur," You said as you softly brushed the stallion's muzzle with your hand. "You shouldn't have."

   Arthur felt happiness rush over him at the sight of you adoring the stallion he bought you. He hasn't seen you this happy in awhile. Not since the gang left Horseshoe. "So, I take it that you like the horse?"

    Your (e/c) eyes quickly looked over at the roughly built outlaw with a childlike grin on your lips. "I love him, Arthur. Thank you."

  "Um.. Your Welcome, Darling."

    You swear to God above that you a saw a light blush make its home on Arthur's face, but then again it must've been your imagination. Suddenly, you felt a warm feeling spread in your chest. The same feeling you felt that day you fell for Arthur a year ago. Your eyes lingered on his face. Taking notice of his stubble, his rough jawline, sandy blond hair, blue green eyes.. You were lucky that he felt the same way about you that you felt towards him.

   "Really, Arthur.." Your voice was so gentle that it resembled an angel's. "Thank you."

    The gunslinger's hand came to rest on your head before he ruffled your (h/c) hair like he has done since he met you. "Anything for you.." He placed a short kiss on your lips. "Darling."

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     A calloused hand gripped a bottle of beer, downing the drink quickly before he turned his attention to the whore who was at his side, giggling like a school girl. Joseph Moore felt like he had all the time in the world as he sweet talked the lady who was painted in makeup. His brother; Zachariah was leaning against the bar taking shots of whiskey as he boasted to another saloon gal about how he was a bounty hunter in New Austin.

   On the other hand, their brother Walter was sitting at the Blackjack table gambling away without a care in the world. Drunk to the core were the three Moore Brothers. Drunk and stupid. The only one who was sober and declining every whore who spoke to him was Jeffery. He was sitting at a booth alone in Rhodes saloon, gunshots were noticeable in the place. Recently it had a little dispute with the Lemoyne raiders and some other folk.

  Jeffery was surprised that they were able to get the saloon up and running so quickly again. Impressed really.

  The older Moore brother, sat quietly as he smoked a cigarette barely touching his beer. His mind was to rattled by the lost of his younger brother. Theodore was a good kid, but hot headed. He got separated from Jeffery and Lewis around Saint Denis. Rode all the way to Rhodes. Jeffery figured that Theodore must of gotten a lead about Turner's whereabouts and heading straight for her without thinking about how dangerous it could be to face her alone not knowing who she could be traveling with.