Western Wars (A red dead redemption 2 fanfic)

Mr. Morgan -1-

Walking to the edge of Saint Denis, I sat amongst the ground beside a factory of sorts. The light of day fading as people nearby people chattered amongst themselves. Cool breeze hit the exposed skin on my body, and moved my hair lightly. I was waiting for him. Arthur Morgan. One of my fathers many enemies. Well, the gang he was with more specifically was his enemy, the Van Der Linde gang. I really hope he shows up soon.

I heard a horse move into the area, the clopping of his hooves eminent against the subtle sounds of the other horses. Arthur was known for entering towns a bit faster and more aggressive than the average person, usually due to being chased by O'Driscolls.

I looked up from my book to see a man of his description,
Medium length brown (hint of orange) hair, parted to the left, gorgeous blue eyes, and a bit of stubble on the lower half of his face.

I hopped up from the ground and dusted my ass off. I whistled for Joel, my all black shire, and started to ride behind Arthur. He usually is looking for people that might be following him, so I stayed far enough back to hope I didn't look suspicious.

He turned around abruptly,
"Ma'am, any reason in particular you've been tailing me the last block?"

His accent was smooth as butter, yet as rough as nails. Incredibly attractive if I do say so myself.

"Apologies, Mr. Morgan. I need to speak to you and I was waiting until you went inside somewhere, as to seem less conspicuous. I see that did not go too well."

He hopped off his horse and adjusted his hat, as he began walking towards me. The sound of the cool air rushed towards him in almost a dramatic manner. I followed suit and got off of Joel, giving him a gentle pat as a reminder I'm gonna be back.

I waited for him to speak first, afraid I'd scare him off. Thankfully, he did speak first. A quick sigh before speaking,
"Listen,ma'am. I don't know who you are or what you want, but I'm not the person you think I am."

I quickly shook my head no,
"Arthur Morgan? I know it's you, but don't worry. I don't wanna cause trouble. I know you and your gang get into enough as is. I should introduce myself. My name is Lillian Cornwall, and before you pull a gun on me, I'm not here on behalf of my father."

Arthur took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, seemingly annoyed to run into someone related to Leviticus.

"Lillian, I'm gonna assume since you had the courage to come find me on your own accords, that you aren't here to kill me. If that's the case, I hate to be brash but what the hell does a member of his family want with me now."

I stood proud, having rehearsed this numerous times,
"First off, I don't like to classify myself as 'his family'. I'm adopted. Second, I have a business proposition for you. Ya see ever since I was 12, I've slowly taken and saved money from that bastard. I have around 20,000 in cash. I know your gang needs money. Third, I know you have Tuberculosis. The doctor in this town is my birth fathers best friend from many years ago, and I was in town the day that man brought you in for coughing and all that. I think I can help you. Finally, and not to rant on, but I also think you need me. You and your buddies. I have connections, money, and talents."

Arthur took a moment to take it all in, which was the least I could give him since I just put all of that on him at once.

"That was, well, a helluva lot to take in. I can't really decide things like this without consulting the rest of my group. What talents, exactly, do you have?"

I stood up proud,
"Well, my daddy taught me to hunt when I was ten. Plus I have had training with some guards thanks to Leviticus. I'm an expert marksman, a doctor in training thanks to some money I've acquired that's let me have doctors train me despite my gender, and like I mentioned before, I have connections. All of my fathers friends are friends of mine, thanks to many 'play dates' with their children, and I know of all his money shipments. I've been copying his papers from his office down for months. They're all in this suitcase if you'd like to take it to Dutch."