Outlaws

The Beginning

     "You know, it ain't nice to steal another gang's job." An amused voice called out from outside of the bank. "Who are you to lecture anyone about bein' nice?" Dutch Van der Linde shot back cooly. "We're a group of nice individuals." The person replied, raising their hands as they dismounted their grey war horse. "Seriously? You're callin' yourselves nice?" Dutch scoffed, Arthur Morgan's gaze switching between the two bickering adults. "Yeah. I am." They stated, nodding.
     "That is far from the truth, Miss White." Dutch replied, hand steadily making its way down to his holster. "Wow, man, I thought you would've learned not to shoot me. Especially after last time." 'Miss White' sighed out, pulling off her hat to run a hand through her short brown hair. She looked up at the small group of men. "Ooh, you've got a ginger! We do too!" She exclaimed after noticing Sean MacGuire.
     "No, don't bring me into this." Sean said, shaking his head. "And he's Irish! So's Red!" She said, putting her hat back on. "Could you be any more annoying?" The voice of Micah Bell called out. "Listen here, my buddy pal friend chum. I do not tolerate disrespect." She hissed out, mood changing for the worst. "Oh. I'm so scared." The blonde replied sarcastically.
     Dutch motioned for Arthur and Sean to continue on with the heist, eyes narrowing at Miss White. "And, my name ain't 'Miss White'. It's Cameron." She said, drawing her Lancaster Repeater. "And it'll be the last name you'll ever get to say, Van der Linde."