"Lenneh"

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The way to Strawberry wasn't too difficult, but long. You thought if you took your sweet time, Micah will be swinging and you'll just simply tell Dutch you couldn't make it in time. But he might figure out you were stalling and things could get ugly for you. So you tried to get there as quickly as possible.

When you saw the sign to Strawberry, you had your horse slow down. The town's jail was up the hill. You hitched Bella by a shop and you went to see where Micah was.

When you got closer, you noticed a small window near the bottom, on the right side of the building. The bars on it made you assume it was a cell. 'Maybe he's in there...' You went over there and knelt in front of it to look inside and there he was. Micah was sitting on a bed and there was another guy with him, but he was on the floor. It was pretty quiet right now and no one was outside, or paying any attention to you, so you don't have to worry about looking suspicious. You whispered to get Micah's attention, "Pssst! Hey! Hey, dipshit!" Both men looked at you and Micah jumped up and ran to the window. "Hey. Hey. You gotta get me outta here. They'll kill me if you don't." You sat down, "Well, that's why you don't kill people." "Oh, come on, (Y/N)! Look, look, I'm sorry! I-" You shook your head and stood up. You dusted the dirt off while you went to the entrance of the building. You knocked and opened the door to the sheriff's office. Maybe you can talk this out with them. Both of the officers inside looked at you. "Can we help you with something?" You took a step in and closed the door while responding. "Well umm, I'm from Blackwater and I'm looking for a certain fella. I heard he was arrested in this area-" One of them interrupted you. "Look, Miss. We don't work with bounty hunters around here..." "Could I get a description of the guy? If that's possible." "Well, a few gentlemen got in a fight. The one your looking for killed the other ones. And now, he's gonna swing for it..." You nodded, "Alright... Thank you anyways..." You walked out and kind of paced to your horse, thinking what to do. You went through the bag on her saddle and pulled out a folded cloak.

This might get ugly...

Now you didn't want to hurt anyone. No. It's just you're going to have to break the bars in some way and it might be loud. And knowing Micah, things will most likely be chaotic. The last thing you'd want is people knowing who you are, which is why you have the cloak. You did wear it back when you were just an assassin and it worked pretty well. Also the bandana around your neck makes things much much better. Yes, you're going to look suspicious, but you can't be identified. Maybe people will think you're a bounty hunter or something. Just a weird one.

You went to a small alley, where no one can see you. No one saw you go back here. You made damn sure of that.

You threw the cloak on and pulled the bandanna over the lower half of your face. Now how're you going to get Micah out? There's no way it'll be quiet. You do remember seeing a steam donkey outside of the cell. Not sure why it's placed there, but it's convenient for the situation. You took your horse and led her over to the jail. The second you take down the wall, you're getting the hell out of there.

When you got there, Micah was still where he was. Practically sticking his head out the window. It was like he was trying to squeeze through the bars. A smirk grew across your face as an idea came to mind. You went through the satchel and took out a camera that Arthur lent you this morning. You took a picture of Micah just standing there all defeated behind bars. If he can harass you then you can do it too. You put the camera and the picture away and made your way over to the window.

You knelt down and spoke, "Alright, I'm gonna get you outta here, but I need you to control yourself. Find a horse the second you're free. Here's a gun just in case." You slipped a pistol through the window where Micah took it. You stood up and went over to the steam donkey. Quickly, you picked up the hook and attached it to the bars on the window. You ran back over to the machine and started it. The second it did, and the bars were ripped off the wall, you were out of there. One thing made you stop.

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