Saving Arthur Morgan | rdr2

Chapter 24

After a few drinks, my vision gets fuzzy. I'm giggling nonstop which quickly annoys my own drunken self, let alone anyone else.
Tilly won't drink, Karen is long gone, and Mary-Beth is just tipsy. I'm halfway to Karen's level of drunkenness, not very proud of that though.

Uncle's drunk ass pulls me into a dance now. I sear him away but give in with a laugh. We dance happily to the piano, everyone watching and laughing. The small saloon is full and buzzing, making me dizzy along with the dancing. Voices start spin around my mind. "She's real pretty!" A male voice shouts. "Wish Harold would dance with me like that!" A female pouts."

I start feeling flustered, needing fresh air suddenly. I stop Uncle who seems bummed now. "I'm going for some air." He shrugs his shoulders with a sloppy smile, proceeding to loudly convince a protesting Tilly to dance. "Cmon Tilly, make an old man happy!"

She shakes her head sassily, "what about your lumbago you complain 'bout so much!"

I push through the crowd, cackling at the pair. I bump into the people, slurring my apologizes. They glare but quickly wave it off, I assume it's because I'm a mess but like I said..not my proudest moment. "I need out of here!" I make it to the door, feeling victorious.
When fresh air hits me, I realize I'm finally alone. My drunken self is relieved..

The quiet is short lived though. The shrill found of whistles startle me. "What does a girl gotta do to get some peace and quiet?" I whisper. On cue, three cops run around the building with such speed that makes my head spin again. They hop onto some horses hitched nearby, sprinting off down the street.
My curiosity peaks. I spot a lone horse hitched on the other side of the street..its not stealing if I bring it back. I shrug and rush over, clumsily pulling myself onto the saddle. I follow in the direction of the cops.

Before I can process the situation, the cops hop down rushing into a dark cemetery. My eyes bulge out of my head at the sight, at least 20 cops prowl around in the dimly lit area..then it hits me. Arthur.. I sober up real quick when I see John slink out of the shadows, slipping past the law. My eyes dart to another figure, instantly knowing it's Arthur. His big frame crouches down into the shadows, stealthily slipping away from the shouting policemen.

I watch from a distance as Arthur and John mount, taking off in the direction of Angelo Bronte's townhouse.. I trail them, having a hard time keeping up with the pair. At first they race through the deserted streets but finally slow, tipping their hats when they realize they aren't being followed now.

When they ride up to the glamourous townhouse, I watch still. As the big metal gates open, I see little Jack run towards his father with arms outstretched. "Pa!" He excitedly jumps into John's arms, Arthur stays back watching with a longing stare that is truly hard to miss unless you know him.. My heart aches at the sight.. Dutch stalks forward, mumbling something to the men.

Moments later the men and Jack are off, heading back to Shady Belle, except Arthur.. He turns his horse around, parting ways now.. Then his hard eyes meet mine, a glare that almost makes me want to cower away.

He approaches slowly, making a statement. "Well..you sure don't listen do ya? You like trouble don't you woman?" He sighs, "who's horse you got, stealing now?" He focuses on the horse, shaking his head.

"In my defense, I didn't steal it..I merely borrowed it." I shrug my shoulders ignoring his laughter. "Besides, I wasn't here for you. I was...drinking at a saloon a couple streets over..with uncle."

"Hmm, was you?" He smirks.
I hear the sound of hooves behind me, he leans around staring with an evil smile. "Looks like it's more than just uncle's dumbass, you brought the other girls..My God, you are a bad influence Miss Monroe." He chuckles.