Saving Arthur Morgan | rdr2

Chapter 3

I had started chapter 2 of the game when all hell broke loose aka me being lazy and lookin shit up.. so if I'm in chapter 2 still then that means Arthur is at Horseshoe Overlook.
If I can remember correctly its located south of valentine about a mile.

I look back at the little livestock town, seeing the sickly man who stopped me on my way through, he's still hollering and protesting.
He was looking for donations or something of the sort.. I told him I had no money to spare because truthfully, I don't know when or how I may get money again. he was understanding and I found myself thinking that his sickness seemed to be the worst kind to have during this era..by worst kind I mean the killing kind... I shake my head to lose the thought of death and focus on finding Arthur.

Luckily the roads were populated and the sun is shining brightly. It seems to be a good day in whatever world I'm in.

"Missy!" I jerked my head in surprise towards two men leisurely leaning on a rock near the little dirt road. Dressed in black and green, rugged looking, and downright nasty. O'Driscolls.. "where are you headin?" One walks up slowly. Misty slows, then starts to grow panicky. She steps erratically in one spot, fearfully throwing her big head back, I pull back on the reigns to steady her.
"None of your concern mister." I say sternly, my breathing labored from keeping Misty still. His face lights up at my rejection oddly enough.

"It can be our concern..can't it Connor?" His irish drawl is gravelly and rough like his appearance.
"Oh yes ma'am it can be." They both start approaching slowly, nasty grins on their scarred faces.

Misty sprints off suddenly, kicking her hind legs frantically. I nearly lost my seat but grabbed onto the horn for support.

"Woah there girl!" I call, trying to calm her. I pull back on the reigns roughly. She runs into a wooded area nearby, limbs whipping me in the face, knocking my hair down from the knot I had it in.
Inside the woods, she slows finally. "There girl it's alright." I mumble, my breathing ragged. I calm her the best I can but as soon as she's calmed two men rush at us from out of no where.

One grabs the reigns from my hands, the sudden force burns the flesh on my palms. "Who are you!?" I stare down at the large man that yelled. Misty is grabbed by the bridle by another man, keeping her still.
"Isabella." I say, I try to keep my voice steady but it comes out shaky. My trembling hands grip the horn tightly until my knuckles turn white.

"And what the hell are you doing around our camp, coming in here like a bat out of hell?!" The man shouts, then reaches up to pull me from my saddle. I kick his arm away but he grabs my ankle, then reaches for my wrist. The next thing I know Im pinned to the ground, basically eating grass and soil.

"Get the hell off me!" I demand, twigs jab into any exposed flesh, I struggle beneath his heavy weight only to be jabbed worse.

"Lenny, take her horse and hitch it up in camp." He shouts his command to the other man. "Uh I don't know about that." The other protests.

"Just go!" The one on top of me shouts. I see the man slowly pull Misty away, she went but slightly fought back. I see the young man look back at me with a sympathetic look but turns away to do as he is told.

The burly man jerks me to my feet, getting up close and personal. "Tell me what you was doin.. or it's gonna get ugly for you." He growls.

I turn my face away, his breath was stout of whiskey that it almost took my breath.

"My horse got spooked by some nasty O'Driscolls!" I answered quickly, panicking as his brown gaze drinks in my fearfulness.

"What..? You're trying to fool me ain't you. Well it ain't workin, you're one of them there O'Driscolls trying to snoop around our camp!" He growls, hauling me in the direction Misty was taken. "We got one of your fellers already but you knew that already didn't ya." It was more of a statement than question.