Red Dead Damnation (Van der Linde gang x Male Reader)

Part. 63

----------------------------------------------Chapter 6 Beaver Hollow-------------------------------------------------

Molly rated us out! Hosea, Lenny, Guarma! It's her fault we're in this situation! Thank God, Grimshaw killed her, for a second I thought that spoiled bitch was gonna get off scot-free. Arthur was telling me 'not to do it' and 'I wouldn't be able to live with myself.' I've done worse than kill rats, what the hell's going on with him? What's going on with everyone? They seem scared of what's going on, and it pisses me off. We've faced worse than this and we made it out just fine. I don't know why everyone is acting so scared.

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(F/N) checked his new volcanic pistol as he walked out of the gunsmiths, brand new sights and rifling, it was perfect. The young gun smiled as he holstered it, nothing helped improve his mood than a new gun especially since he had lost his two old revolvers. Some of his color had even come back. (F/N) walked through the streets and over to the general store, his smile grew as he opened the door, he walked over to the counter.

The man from behind looked at him, "How can I help you, sir?"

(F/N) smiled and ran a hand through his hair, his head still felt naked since he lost his last hat, "I was looking for a Nevada Hat, do you have any?"

The clerk smiled, as he affirmed his suspicions, "As a matter of fact, we do. I got a shipment yesterday, they're good as new."

(F/N)'s smile grew, "May I try one on?"

The elderly man smiled, and bent down behind the counter, "Of course."

After about a minute of waiting the clerk came back up, a new Nevada hat in his hand, he set it on the counter, "Here you are, sir."

(F/N) chuckled and thanked him as he slowly picked the hat up, he put it on the top of his head. His smile immediately vanished, the hat didn't feel right, it felt like it didn't quite belong, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, it just felt off.

The outlaw sighed and slowly took it off, he put it on the counter, "I don't think I can buy this."

The clerk nodded and took the hat back, he was trying to be friendly, "I understand."

(F/N) nodded, and moved on, "You wouldn't happen to have any premium cigarettes too? I think my woman might be upset at me, she loves them. I usually make them myself, but I haven't found the time."

The clerk nodded,  as he asked his next question, "Is she living up the same way with you?"

(F/N) frowned, his whole body tensed up, "What way would that be?" The clerk looked at his sudden change in demeanor, "I just saw you come up from the trail that led to the woods."

(F/N) glared at him, his suspicion was growing, why was he showing interest in him? "What business is it of yours where I'm from? Friend?"

The clerk slowly got the cigarettes and put them on the counter, (F/N) didn't take his eyes off of him, he glared him down. The clerk swallowed nervously, "I'm sorry if I offended you, sir. I was just passing the time." The young gunslinger kept the glare, as the old man noticed his pistol on his belt, he swallowed, "If you don't want to accept that I don't know what else I can do for you."

(F/N) nodded, he took the cigarettes and slapped a five-dollar bill on the counter, he only seemed to get angrier, "Let me give you a bit of advice."

The clerk looked at him, he was getting more nervous by the second, "When is a man the most dangerous?"

The clerk swallowed, he felt he shouldn't answer, "I couldn't say."