The Dusty Shamrock ~ OC RDR2 fanfiction

Chapter 25

We arrived at Fort Riggs, we hitched up at a patch of trees to the rear of the fort. We loaded our guns and walked up to the main wall.
"State your name and purpose!" The main guard shouted from atop one of the turrets.
"Bronagh O'Cealleigh, I'm here to get my friend here's son back - Y'see you seem to have made a mistake"
"Those children were taken in the name of United States Government, we have a warrant for their repossession."
"Well, I suppose I've no other choice..." I trailed off. Whilst I had the guard distracted, Alvor and Charles set up explosives on the wall of the fort. At this point, I'd warned the guard and so I signalled to Charles to detonate the explosives. I opened fire on the guard, shooting him dead. The dynamite detonated, rubble and debris falling around the gang and I. The others shot the remaining turret guards so that we could storm in and shoot everyone inside. We took cover on the inside of the fort, Charles and I took cover over by a stack of sandbags. I scanned the area in order to estimate how many soldiers were present. There were around 14 Civilian Volunteer soldiers, a wagon with supplies in too.
"Save the wagon, we can use it!" I ordered as I took aim at the soldiers in my line of sight.

Eventually, we moved up on the soldiers. We made work of them as quick as we could, much to our luck, the fort was secluded and surrounded by thick woodlands.

The makeshift battleground fell silent once the last bullet was fired.
"I found them!" Belle shouted, she shot the lock off of the door to the holding cell in which the children were locked in. We all rushed over, Alvor was let in first to reunite with his son. A small boy, about 7 or 8, ran over to him - opening his arms to him.
"Pa!" He shouted, before bing lifted into his father's arms. I smiled, and left to check out the wagon that was left behind. I hopped into the back, inside was; a bag of payroll, a brand new gattling gun - still in the box, some new rifles, and an official-looking document with some writing on. I gestured for the children to come sit in the wagon so that we could return the the reservation. Alvor took charge of the wagon, him knowing the way off by heart. Charles came up behind me and placed a hand on the small of back.
"I'm gonna go with Alvor, I need to speak to the chief" He told me, barely above a whisper. He jumped up onto the wagon, and before they set off - I shot Charles a wink, he smiled in return. I ordered the rest of the gang to burn the fort, make sure it would look like a horrific accident and not an attack by a local gang of outlaws.

The gang went our seperate ways, so to be sure we wouldn't be followed. As for myself, I headed for Blackwater. I needed to pick up a shirt that I'd ordered for Charles, and Miss O'shea. It was slightly later than we'd agreed, however I would apologise profusely for being late and would explain the situation to her.

I arrived in blackwater, I trotted over to the tailors first in order to run my first errand. I dismounted and walked to entrance, swinging the door open to send a greeting glance to the store owner.
"Afternoon Ma'am, how may I help you?"
"I ordered a shirt a few day ago, a mens shirt - blue with white spots" The tailor must've known the one I was talking about as he reached under the counter to pull out a small white box. He lifted the lid to show the item I'd pre-purchased.
"For your Husband ma'am?" He presumed, I let out a small chuckle at his question. My thoughts wandered to whether a time would come when Charles and I would be able to be Married, we'd been together for so long that we were closer than most wed couples.
"Yeah..." I answered, trailing off as I watched the tailor wrap the box in parchment and tie a piece of brown string around it, securely. I took the package and thanked the tailor, before walking out to my steed. I strapped the package to my saddle and mounted, making my way to the saloon across town.

I hitched up outside and entered the busy saloon, I scanned the room for any sign of the irish aristocrat. I spotted a curly mane of Red hair out of the corner of my eye, I meandered over to the table she was sat at.
"Miss O'Shea" I greeted "I apologise for not coming at the agreed time, a close friend of mine had a family emergency which he required some assistance with"
"Ah, Call me Molly would ya' - let's just go" I nodded and led her out the establishment to my Nolan.
"Are ye a'right to ride on my Horse?" I asked, she nodded and clambered onto Nolan's croup after I had settled into my saddle.

We arrived in camp, I gave Molly a tour and intoduced her to everyone. I showed her where she'd sleep, with the other young girls in a large tent to the right of the campfire which sat slightly further outside the camp.

I untethered the package from my fox trotter and began searching for my partner, Charles. I heard chatter coming from behind Renée's wagon, the familiar voices rang out and sounded much like Charles and Alvor. Curious of their conversation, I hid around the corner from them where they could be heard clearly.
"Well, I've already had my happily ever after, Charles. We all deserve one." Alvor explained, he must've meant a previous marriage - perhaps the one his son was a result of.
"Do you think she'd say yes?" Charles asked, sparking my curiosity even more.
"How long you been with 'er?"
"3 Years. I know it wouldn't be a lawful, Catholic marriage like she'd prefer but I really think I have this figured out."
"Here, take this. It's a photograph of me an' my wife, make sure you're ready for this." I heard footsteps, a sure indication that Alvor had left, I looked across to make sure he had before I approached Charles.
"Charles?" He looked up at me and smiled "I- I got you somethin'" I presented the package to Charles with a smile on my face, he took it and thanked me.

I scuttled off and busied myself with chores around camp, as the words of Alvor and Charles' conversation swirled in my head.