Saving Arthur Morgan | rdr2

Chapter 19

I gasp at Abigail's words. I pull away to meet her red eyes. "Who did?"

Abigail throws her hands into the air, face turning to anger and pain. "My darling boy!" She sobs, ignoring my question.

"The Braithewaite's took him." Sadie answers.

"Where are the men?" I ask her.

She shrugs her shoulder nonchalantly. "Ran off to take care of the Braithwaite scum."

"Oh Arthur-" I started off towards Misty again but Grimshaw stopped me. She gently took my hand, a sad smile on her lips.

"He can take care of himself Miss Monroe. You get some rest, we can see how you've ran yourself to death tonight." She ushers me towards my tent. I could hear Abigail sobbing still and everyone else retiring as well but they all looked heartbroken.
"Our little Jack will return. Don't worry, the men have it covered." Susan reassured me. As I laid down my heart stuttered with pain and tears threatened to fall for the hundredth time today..

I drifted off to sleep praying for Arthur and Jack.

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It was early morning when the thunderous hooves from the horses came bounding into camp, waking me up as well.

I tidied myself, rushing out of the tent.
The men dragged into camp, all exhausted and torn.

Abigail ran passed me, nearly knocking me down. Her face was swollen and red.

"Where's my boy!?" She shouted as she met Dutch halfway into camp.

"Angelo Bronte." He said, his voice ragged.

"You go get my boy Dutch Van Der Linde!" She sobbed a heart wrenching sound.

Dutch places a hand on her back, rubbing gently. "I will Miss Roberts.. I will get back your boy." He assured her.

Arthur waltzed passed me, eyeing me for a moment then averted his eyes. I rushed after him, grabbing his thick arm.

"What happened?" He turned slowly towards me with a sigh.

"We burned the place down..killed Mrs Braithwaite's boys." He said suddenly. "Sean's dead. Jack's gone."

I took a deep breath. "I...came into Rhodes after the shootout."

"Oh did you?" He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, seeming uncomfortable.

"Yes..I'm sorry about Sean."

"Yeah..me too." He agreed. "he was a good kid." His voice was strong but his demeanor didnt match.

"He was..silly and fun loving." I smile at the memories of him dancing around camp or picking with everyone.

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Karen...she seems to be taking it hard."

I glance back at Karen, bottle of whiskey in hand. She's always been a drinker but not usually a day drinker and this early in the day seems out of character.

"I forgot about them..being a thing." I said awkwardly remembering the night of his return and how they drifted away for privacy.. "I wish I could've helped."

"No..don't say that. We were set up." He frowned.

"I know.."

We were interrupted by horses riding up. The gang inched together quickly. Arthur became full on defensive mode suddenly, gently pushing me behind him almost protectively. He squared his big shoulders, standing tall.

Dutch joined Arthur along with Hosea as the two strangers approached the gang.

As they approached, their faces were all too familiar. Milton and Ross.. the bastards.

They threatened Dutch..telling all of us to leave. Dutch didn't back down nor did the gang..I started to feel a little...drained. The whole situation seemed to be easily fixed in that moment but I know the gang is all too loyal to Dutch. I have one mission, to save Arthur so whatever choices they make, I don't care as long as Arthur lives.