The Dusty Shamrock ~ OC RDR2 fanfiction

Chapter 22

"Can we go to the Saloon? I need a drink" I heard Victoria whine. I huffed at her sour mood, however I didn't blame her. I nodded and led the way to the Blackwater saloon.

The Blackwater Saloon wasn't like any other saloon that I'd been in. It was civilised and had large, decorative windows. I sauntered to the bar and propped my arms up onto the bar top, acting as I would in any other bar.
"Two whiskeys, please" I tossed a couple dollars to the barkeep and waited for the drinks. Victoria joined me at the bar just as I took my shot of whiskey, I let the liquor sit on my tongue for a while - relishing the nostalgic taste.
"Well, if it ain't Seamus' little shamrock" I heard a sneering voice regard from behind me. "Wearing pants in a public place? Oh, Daddy wouldn't like that, would he?" I turned to face the voice, I recognised it all too well. I turned to face the blonde man, his white, wide brimmed hat brought back memories that I had long tried to forget.
"My father is dead, Micah."
"I heard, buttercup." He replied in a softer voice, before following it up with: "So, you ready for husband? Im single and I know your father always liked me..." he trailed off as I blew air threw my nostrils in annoyance. By this point, Mr Bell had moved into the spot next to me. Ceasing the oppurtunity that I saw, I picked a beer bottle from the bar and brought it down upon Micah's head. The glass shards scattered around the bar as chaos ensued. Victoria grabbed a chair from behind her and proceeded to bash it over Micah's shoulders.
"We have been here for 10 minutes!" She screamed at me, I always used to have a habit of starting bar fights back in my younger days, very quickly too might I add. Despite her protest, Vix still aided me in hurling the offensive being up onto a table and storming him into and out of the nearest window. I brushed my hands together in satisfaction.
"We best get out o'here" I gestured for my best friend and I to exit the establishment. We made sure to step on the unconcious rodent, covered in shattered glass, in the road just for extra measure and as a symbol that we'd won the fight.

We speed walked to our horses, mounted and quickly made our way out of town before anyone could notice the commotion that we'd caused.

We returned to camp just as everyone had finished setting up. I almost felt slightly guilty for not helping, but I knew would've been more of a hinderance than help. Renée was preparing the dinner for tonight amd would be done in a matter of a few minutes. I notified Hans that he, Victoria and I were to set out tomorrow in the wagon to go and pick up Miss O'shea.
"Sis!" I heard Sean call "Sis! I've got somethin'"
"And What's tha'?" I asked him.
"I've got work for ye, homestead over in tall trees - full o' fugitive O'Driscolls"
"And you want to rob it?" My brother nodded entusiastically in answer to my question. I rolled my eyes and sighed at him, he was fourteen now. I knew at some point I'd have to let him grow up, but I wasn't so sure he was ready to rob a homestead. Perhaps Charles and I could accompany the boy, if we went in at night and kept quiet, I suppose it wouldn't go too bad. The sun was just about to set, so that would gave us enough time to have something to eat and then travel.
"Fine. Tell Charles to get ready, we'll eat and then we'll go out." Sean went to turnaway from me, before he could do so, I grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to face me. "We go in, quietly."
"A'right" he defended.

"Do you have a moment?" Vix asked from behind me. I turned to face her, her features were graced with a look I knew well as loneliness.
"Yeah, what'd'ya want?"
"Are yoy free tonight?"
"I've got t'go an' rob a homestead with Sean an' Charles - did you wanna come?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, please. I just needed some fresh air, but that sounds better" I smiled and nodded as Vix walked off to get food from Renée's wagon.

After eating, I saddled up Nolan as all the others did the same with their horses. We mounted and set off for this place that Sean told us about. As he was the one who knew where it was, I let Sean lead the way.
"So where exactly is this?" Charles asked.
"It's jus' up near tall trees, I told ya" Sean replied, I decided to butt in at this point - Sean had a tendency to be very vague, as an attempt to seem mysterious.
"Yes, but - where exactly in Tall trees? I's a big fucken' place" I heard Sean sigh and confess.
"It's by tha' patch o'water - I don' know what its called"
"I know it, abandoned cabin- people move in and out from time to time but I never thought O'Driscolls would occupy it"
"Ex-O'Dricolls" I corrected.

We arrived near to the cabin, we dismounted and hid our horses in the trees. The home was fairly large, with worn wooden panels running along tbe side. There was big barn, adjacent to the right of the home.
"Right, Charles an' I will sneak into the home an' search f'r what we can. Victoria and Sean - you cover the barn, 'cause who knows what they're hidin' in there." I said my briefing, Victoria and Charles understood, but Sean had another question - the answer to which I already knew. "An' Sean, I know your trigger finger itches like it's got clap but try not t'shoot anyone." He nodded in understanding, however made no effort to hide his frustration.
We crept up to the house in question, as a precaution we peeked through the windows to see if anyone was around. No one was, from what I could see. I twisted the doorknob and creaked the door open as quietly as I could, Charles entered after me and started rifling through the cupboards. I used my initiative and reached up the chimney which was where money was usually hidden in all of the houses I'd robbed before. I felt a wad of paper brush against my fingertips, I grasped it and extracted it from the Chimney. I stuffed the money in my pocket before continuing my search.
My search was disrupted as Charles hushed me and peered through the window.
"Someone else is here." He told, by this time - that someone was at the door.
"I don't know 'bout this, John" A gruff voice worried, it was hearing that familiar drawl that made me spring up from my hiding place in order to see whether it was who I thought it was. The pair opened the door, I made eye contact with a pair of periwinkle blue eyes.
"Arthur?"