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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Arthur looked around camp to find Charles and Char. Dutch had asked Arthur to check on Trelawny and to see if he has anymore information about the bounty hunters he mentioned, and to bring Charles and Char along.
He couldn't find Char anywhere, but he saw Charles sitting by the scout fire by himself, or at least that's what he though. Arthur was only able to see his back as Charles was hunched over, working on something he assumed was more arrows. As he walked closer to Charles, he noticed he wasn't working on arrows. He was braiding hair- Char's hair.
"Hey cowboy," Char greeted. Charles also greeted him as he continued to braid her hair.
"What's going on here?" Arthur asked.
"My hair's just been getting in the way lately, and Charles offered to braid it back for me," she answered before slightly turning her head back, "Thank you, by the way."
"No problem," Charles said. He turned to Arthur as he tied off Char's hair, "Need something?"
"Yeah, I need you two to come with me for some business in town."
"Business? What kind?"
"Trelawny. See if he has any more information in those bounty hunters he mentioned," Arthur explained. Charles nodded and got up to ready his horse. Char stood up and looked Arthur up and down before crossing her arms. Arthur looked at her, "What?"
"One of us needs to change, and it ain't gonna be me," she gestured to their outfits. Arthur looked at his clothes, then to hers. Coincidentally, they were wearing nearly identical outfits. The only difference between them were their hats and boots.
"What, you don't want to match while we talk to Trelawny about bounty hunters?" Arthur joked.
"Well, when you say it like that," she walked closed to him, nearly chest to chest, before walking past him, "It sounds like a bad idea. Go get changed!"
"I ain't gonna change into something else, we got business to do. Charles is already waiting for us," Arthur threw his hands before catching up to her.
"If something happens because of this, don't say I didn't warn you," she said, "I just hope no one notices."
"Charlie, one more thing," he grabbed her arm to turn her around, "There's a chance we might run into bounty hunters."
"... Yeah, I know."
"You know they'll be after you more than me, I want you to be careful. Stay with me or Charles, don't wander off on your own," he firmly warned.
Char scoffed, "I can handle it."
"Do you remember the last time you said that? The last time you ran into bounty hunters?" Arthur gently pulled down the bandana around her neck and grazed the scar she had. She shuddered at his touch.
