Lonesome | Arthur Morgan

Chapter 7

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The next morning was a mad rush, nerves fuelling the camp. Lilian had awoken to Miss Grimshaw shoving a washed dress into her tent. It was the simple baby blue skirt and cream blouse to make her pass off as a simple wife to Micah.

Arthur made his way over to Lilian when she peered out of her tent, handing her a small revolver. His eyes flickered for a second over her figure then back up to her face. "Take this. For if anyone gives you problems."

"No." Lilian gulped, stunned he had even offered it to her. "I don't know how to use it also I have no pockets. I don't have any nerve to kill anyone." Lilian shook her head and laughed nervously at Arthur, pushing the gun away gently. "Just look after me."

"You're gonna have to learn to use one sooner or later." Arthur said as he put the gun back in his holster. "A group not as nice as us may come along to your fancy house."

"Nice as you? You really are so charming." Lilian jokes, rolling her eyes a little before heading towards the horses with Arthur.

"Hey, we could of killed you by now but we haven't." Arthur put his hands up in defence as he patted the caramel stallion. "I could of killed you for stealing my horse too the other night. Consider yourself lucky."

"I stole your horse?" Lilian cringed as she tried to climb up on to the spare white mare. The horse stomped her hooves and pulled its ears back. Lilian took a step back.

"Of course. Why else would I come after you? Solitaire is my pride and joy." Arthur gave a dubious smile as he gives his stallion, Solitaire, a quick pat before he came behind Lilian. "Greet her. She's your new companion for today." Arthur guides Lilian to hold her had to the nostrils of horse, gaining trust before climbing again. The mares ears soon perked up once more.

"What's her name?" Lilian smiled, stroking the yellowing mane.

"Name her what you wish. She's a spare we required from around here." Arthur spoke whilst his hands go to Lilian's waist before he gives her a boost up onto the large horse. "A daft dress like that ain't meant for riding a horse. You look a little too good to be Micah's wife."

Lilian and Arthur keep eye contact for a moment as they both didn't know if he was complimenting her or not. "Um...If you're going to be rude, Mr Morgan, I may just make a run for it whilst we re in strawberry." Lilian continues to annoy and joke with Arthur as she began to become more confident as they were getting closer to heading out to Strawberry. Arthur had begun to grow more keen on Lilian, even if he did find her to come across stubborn.

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On the way to Strawberry, it was damp and the fog was heavy, making it hard to have a clear direction of where to head. However, the weather was in their favour of making the breakout of Micah easier. Strawberry was a rather small town, much like Valentine but Strawberry was a well kept and the people were friendly and as well as clueless. They stopped off at the side of the road once they were close to Strawberry's centre. "Okay. You're going to ride up ahead and halt near the jail. I'll be behind, it will look less suspicious if we aren't together." Lilian nodded to Arthur's orders soon, her stomach jumping with adrenaline. She trotted forward trying to find where the prison would be before spotting a dingy little building. She awkwardly dismounted her horse, bringing attention to her as she stumbled back a little. Arthur watched carefully from afar and rolls his eyes as she wobbled from the horse. He takes in the people around her, looking for suspicious behaviour. Lilian was out of place. Of course she was always going to be out of place with hands like silk and an idle complexion.