Charlotte Holloway met Arthur Morgan when she was 17 by pickpocketing him. From then on, the two became best friends, and later, she joined the Van der Linde gang. This book tells the story of the friendship between a man who's seen as a sinner, and...
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[Photo by x.Banksie.x on Instagram] (A/N: This is what I imagined Char wearing during the Colter chapter.)
{A few days later}
Arthur walked into the cabin where John was recovering in. Char spent the past few days monitoring John's recovery while Arthur was out doing things with the rest of the gang. When he walked in, he saw Char off to the side, sitting back in her chair, and her hat tilted forward, covering her face. Arthur assumed that Char had been up all night watching John. Beside him was Reverend Swanson, slightly hunched over.
When Arthur approached the three, he noticed that the clergyman was injecting morphine into John's arm. Swanson must've not heard Arthur come in, as he continued to administer the opiate into his veins.
"I thought you was reading his last rites, but now I see you're introducing him to your other passion," Arthur's voice boomed, causing Swanson to look back at him and Char jolting awake with a snorting sound. Char rubbed her eyes and saw what Swanson was doing to John.
"Oh Christ," Char said as she got up to stretch. She paid no mind to the little spat happening between Arthur and the reverend; she didn't even see Swanson leave the cabin. Arthur sat next to John, and Char returned to her seat.
"You're still here?" Arthur said sarcastically. Char rolled her eyes. She knew Arthur still held a grudge toward John for leaving the gang for a year. When he came back, everyone welcomed him with open arms, even Char, but not Arthur. After all these years, she couldn't figure out why Arthur was bitter toward John.
"I owe you," John croaked. Arthur was about to say something snide, but Char cut him off.
"No need. For now, just rest," she rested a hand on his shoulder. The door opened revealing Dutch, who seemed to have a map of some sort.
"Arthur, I think it's time for the train," Dutch said approaching the three of them. John tried to sit up, but was immediately pushed back down by Char.
"You want me to come?"
"Of course I do, but look at you," Dutch said, gesturing to his bandaged face.
"I was always ugly Dutch, but its just a scratch."
"John, you can't even see out your right eye. You need to rest," Char said, "I can take John's place if you need me to, Dutch."
"Of course you can come with us, Charlotte. Go get your horse ready then," said Dutch. Char began to walk toward the door as Abigail and Jack walked in, greeting them as she left.
"Why are we doing this? Weather's breaking, we could leave. I-I thought we was lying low," Hosea said to Dutch. Char had hitched Ava to the hitching post next to Arthur's new horse, brushing her coat.
