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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Hosea and Char sat on the back of the wagon that contained the moonshine. They had plans of selling it back to the Braithwaites in hopes of earning some extra cash for their good deed of finding their property. John had just left after he helped load the moonshine into the wagon; he was originally coming along, but Dutch needed him for another job. For now, all they had to do was wait for Arthur to meet them.
"How are you and Arthur doing?" Hosea asked.
"We're good. We had an... Interesting date a while ago," Char said as she leaned her back against a bottle of moonshine.
"I heard about that. How did that go?"
The young outlaw looked around to think of a good answer, "Well... He got into a fight, and I had to take care of his broken nose. Other than that, it was pretty fun. I had a good time."
Hosea let out a hearty laugh when she mentioned the broken nose, "Sound about right. Anything else happen?"
"No, not really. We're just trying to take things slow-"
"Why are you trying to take things slow?" He interrupted, throwing his hands out.
"Why... Not? We're just afraid to mess things up, somehow. We each have our reasons," Char explained as she twirled the ribbon in her shirt with her finger.
"Fair enough, but don't take things too slow. Life is too short, especially when you're an outlaw," Hosea advised, "Life doesn't wait. God knows I wish I had more time with Bessie." Char looked away. She knew life was too short, especially with their lifestyle. Maybe she should take Hosea's advice and maybe take things to the next level.
"Hey, Arthur," Hosea greeted as he hopped off the wagon. He lifted a bottle of moonshine and placed it where he was sitting.
"What're you doing?" Arthur asked as he helped the older man put the last of the bottles in the wagon.
"Selling it back to where it came from," the elder explained. Char hopped off the wagon and smoothed out her skirt and she made room for the other bottles.
"Why?"
"What the hell were we gonna do with it? It ain't much use for us," Char explained, "They made it, so they must have buyers for it. Maybe we coukd make some money off of this."
"Ah, I get you," Arthur nodded in understanding. He gestured to Char's outfit, "What about this?"
"You like?" Char flirtatiously asked as she spin around, "I might as well make a good impression if I'm gonna meet the Braithwraites, this makes me look innocent enough. Lord knows I made a weird impression when I met the Grays when I wore pants."
"You look lovely, nonetheless," he complimented as he took a seat and helped her climb into the wagon.
"Anyway," Hosea interrupted as he sat next to Arthur, "You and Dutch was just doing your duty when you requisitioned it. Now I'm doing mine." He handed the reins to Arthur, since he was in the middle, "Okay, let's head out to the Braithwaites' place."
