Lonesome | Arthur Morgan

Chapter 3

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It was ten to ten and the Van Der Linde gang were waiting on the top of the hill, hidden between the trees on the back of their horses, overlooking Cadli crossing. Their scarfs were hooked over their mouth and nose to so they were harder to identify.
"I still don't have a good feeling about this, Dutch." John grumbled from the back of the group, his hand a little shaky over his gun. He did not trust mixing with folk who they had nothing in common with, especially those with pockets of money and white pillared house.

"Just quit talking, scarface." A blonde, shaggy haired man spoke in front of him. Micah was a relatively new member to the group, however he made others uncomfortable from his brashness and his encouragement towards Dutch to act on his impulsiveness.

"John, have some faith. This is a really good opportunity. You'll get a fair large amount of money, even the camp will receive a bit. Could finally take your son and girl out?" A few of the members rolled their eyes behind Dutch as he said his famous, repetitive faith speech. He would repeat it every time one of the camp members went against his wishes or plans, which recently became more often than not.

It was soon coming ten o'clock and light from the lanterns of a passing stagecoach approaching closer. "Alright, boys. Guns ready." They waited a few seconds for the stagecoach to pass by them and soon with a large gunshot signal they made their way down. Harsh gallops pushed their way on the grassy plains of Valentine, loud enough to believe there was a storm coming in the distance.

The closer the gang got to the stagecoach, the more they grew suspicious of the job. The driver had an odd attire to be a noble and the windows of the stagecoach were blacked out by paint. The stagecoach soon came to a halt and the men pulled back their horses. Dutch had grown impatient and confused and grabbed the driver, pulling him off. "Bill, watch him." He demanded, his nostrils flaring as he gritted his teeth at the thought of him actually being tricked and lied to. Dutch and Arthur attempt to smash at the blacked out windows. Bill, a long haired largely built and tall man, holds his gun in the direction of the driver, who looked up in a panic.

The drivers hands went to his pocket in a flurry, where he tried to pull out his gun.
"NOW." The driver shouts, trying to run in the direction of the hill. The gang looked up to the cliff that overlooked the road, noticing a group of seven on horses make their way down, aiming their guns. They soon noticed the men getting closer being the known enemies.
To be exact, O'Driscolls

"Ah shit." Bill shouted, placing a bullet in the drivers head and getting back on his horse. "Dutch, the other side." The gang looked up to the hill where they came from and noticed another group of men making their way down to the stagecoach. The group began to shoot where they can but soon become surrounded. The group soon ended up having to split, trying to head in different directions, whilst defending each other.

Dutch fled in the same direction as Arthur. The law tracing close behind them. "I warned you, didn't I, Dutch?" Arthur yelled as they galloped away, trying to dispose of many O'Driscolls, straying them away from where the Van Der Linde camp was set up.

"Dutch Van Der Linde, Colm can finally avenge his brother." Dutch and Arthur began to shoot behind them, killing the two of the four that were following. After riding for another fifteen minutes they were soon lost into another town. Collecting his breath, Arthur slouched on his horse and let out an annoyed groan. The growing sickness of trying to keep up with who to trust was an ongoing issue for Arthur, which is why his trust for others was limited, even in his own camp.

"Trust me, my boy. I didn't know Mr Jackleson would of done this." Dutch breathed as both men stayed hidden with their horses in a dull small woods on the side of Strawberry, a settlement not to far from Valentine.