Reckless Hearts

Chapter 8

You found Arthur, sitting at a table with Hosea on the far side of the camp. They were looking at some papers, and seemed deep in conversation.

You hovered around for a while, until Arthur eventually looked up.

At first he frowned at you, until realisation dawned on his face and he sighed.

"Sorry Kara, I ain't gonna be able to take you into town today, me and Hosea are onto something."

You shrugged, slightly disappointed but it wasn't the end of the world.

"Don't worry Arthur, but when we do go, I'll need to get a rifle. Dutch wants you to show me how to shoot one." you stated.

Hosea looked up at you, then glanced across at Arthur. "Maybe you should go. We can do this later," he suggested.

Arthur shook his head, "I'd like to get this sorted, Hosea."

He looked up at you. "You don't mind do you?"

You smiled at Arthur, he looked like he was really into whatever Hosea was planning.

"Of course not, maybe we can go tomorrow instead," you confirmed.

Arthur nodded, without even looking up.

You rolled your eyes. You were about to walk away, when Micah came charging across.

"Arthur, I need your help!" He demanded.

Arthur looked up and sighed. "Can't you see I'm busy, Micah."

"I need another gun, to rob a stage. Its a big payroll, its coming through in a couple of hours." He blurted, excitedly.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Well take Kara, she knows how to handle herself. She robbed a stage with me yesterday."

Micah scowled at you, then glanced back at Arthur, "c'mon Morgan, I ain't taking her!" he snorted.

You rolled your eyes, but as you glanced past Arthur and Hosea, you saw Dutch come striding across. He'd obviously heard the commotion.

"What's goin' on?" he demanded.

Hosea looked up, "Arthur is working with me on something, could be big. Micah needs an extra gun, and doesn't want Kara."

Dutch looked at you. "Kara, go get mounted up." he demanded.

"Micah, it'll do you good to ride with Kara, get over your little disagreement," he scoffed, as he turned on his heel and returned to his tent.

You walked over to your horse, closely followed by Micah.

"I hope I ain't gonna regret this," he sneered, "glass bottles don't shoot back, stagecoach guards do!"

You rolled your eyes, then mounted your horse.

Micah mounted his horse, and you followed him out of the camp. You hoped you wouldn't regret this.

You rode in silence, every so often Micah would look at you, and scowl.

After about an hour, Micah turned off the road, up a small track. It was a gentle incline, and after a few minutes, you found yourself on a ledge above the road.

"We can watch from here," Micah stated. "Just follow my lead, when the stage comes. There will probably be a few guards." he added.

You nodded, and pulled your bandanna over your face.

When the stage came past, it appeared that there was only the driver, and one guard on board.