Bad Blood // Micah Bell (Red Dead Redemption 2 Story)

12 - Letters

The morning couldn't have come quick enough. The noise of heavy snores, grinding teeth and mumbling in his sleep kept Natasha up all night and as soon as she closed her eyes, the sooner she woke by the sun shining in and radiating off her face.

Her back was pressed firmly against Micah's own back so she silently sat up and slid out the tent, stretching out all her limbs and letting out a yawn. Her hair was ruffled and messy, her ribbon that she had tied her hair with was halfway down the back of her head. She re-did her hair, brushing out the knots with her fingers and started an attempt at relighting the fire. She couldn't be bothered going out hunting for food so she sufficed with some canned peaches for her breakfast. She was tired of eating meat constantly so it was nice to have fruit every now and again. Her mother always told her to eat her greens or her fruit when she was younger but she would always turn her nose up at the thought, the smell and taste of that kind of food. Now, she sometimes wished that it was all she would eat. Mr Pearson's food gets very.... Boring after a while.

As she was in her own train of thoughts, Micah had stirred awake, groaning quietly to himself from the rough ground he had slept on in the night. He sat up, scratching his moustache and rubbing his face groggily and look to his side seeing that Natasha was no longer there but her satchel remained by her half of her bedroll.

Frowning, he ducked his head down slightly to look outside of the small tent, seeing Natasha or Natalie, he still wasn't sure what she was called, crouched down, playing with some twigs and sticks in an attempt to relight a fire.

He moved backwards to his original position and looked back down at her satchel, his curiosity getting the better of him as he slyly reached his hand over, his eyes staring straight ahead to make sure he didn't get caught by the woman.

As he hand slide in her satchel, he grabbed onto something and pulled it out, inspecting the tattered and slightly ripped envelope with her name written across it in bold yet neat handwriting.

He held the letter in his hands, the temptation of reading it becoming more and more inviting the longer he stared at it.

However, his thoughts are soon passed to the side when he heard a males voice emerge from outside of the tent, making him look up quickly and stuffing the letter inside the waistband of his jeans and leaning forward slightly, listening in on the conversation.

"This Murfee Brood country 'ere... what's a purty thang like you doin' here?" Natasha stood up slowly, one hand dangling onto the handle of her gun, ready to open fire on the two, rough-looking men who had sauntered over to her.

One wore a beaten up military hat, a black shirt that may have been white at some point with very ripped jeans. He had mud and blood plastered all over his face, a wild look in his eyes. His hair was greasy and tangled in knots. The other man was bald, blood and mud covering him from head to toe too. He swung a machete round in his hands effortlessly, almost threatening her already as he stared directly at her chest, licking his lips like he just smelt his dinner.

"I was just resting here for the night. Wasn't doing no harm." She defends herself, her voice calm and steady with no indication of nerves in her voice at the two men. The one with long hair had moved around the campfire slowly, almost wanting to get closer to the tent but Natasha had already slowly and casually placed herself in front of the tent, almost shielding Micah from the aggressors. She still believed he was asleep and the last thing she wanted to deal with was a dead Micah.

The man stopped, watching her as she moved, noticing the two guns she had holstered away whilst between the two of them was one large machete.

"You best be leavin' soon, you don't want to get too comfortable in these parts." He sniggered, a cunning smirk plastering on his face, enough to make her skin crawl as his antagonising movements made her more and more on edge with every move he made.