Saving Arthur Morgan | rdr2

Chapter 33

I raced through the woods, my hair whipping my face and tears flowing.

Here I am, back to save Arthur and I'm running from a wimp like Dutch. Arthur is going to be so mad at me for taking Persephone..

I rode to Annesburg, the mining town was crowded this evening.. wanted posters were already being posted around the town, Dutch and the rest of the gang's faces drawn in black and white.

"Did you hear about them outlaws robbin' and crashin' that train..this world has gotten so crazy." Two older women gossiped on their front porch as I rode by, eyes meeting mine. They smiled sheepishly. I grinned back but I wanted to keep crying.

Halfway through the town, I heard a few gasps, all eyes behind me suddenly. Then I hear horse hooves pounding into the dirt.

"Where the hell do you think you're going with my horse?" Arthur kicked up dirt, stopping me. He scowled, hurt in his blue eyes.

"Dutch tried to shoot me!" I defended myself.

"Ahh. Don't give me that shit! He told me you took off with Persephone with your shit. He shot cause you took her! An Arabian will bring a lot of money..and I thought you came back for me." He scoffed, jumping down from the brown mare. "Now give my horse back and I'll let this go. You can go on your merry way." He said with frost in his tone.

"Excuse me, Mr. Morgan.." I hissed his name quietly, making it known that if he really believes Dutch over me, that'll I'll squeal like a pig.. "but I ain't lying.. and the fact that you believe that lying son of a bitch tells me everything I need to know." I jump off Persephone, mounting my mare.

"Well I'll just let you know, you better be careful out there. They got Abigail.. they'll get you too. Don't forget, you became one of us when you shook Dutch's hand back in Valentine." He mounted his horse, tipping his hat. "Have a nice evenin' love."

"What the actual fuck?" I growled as he trotted off. "Where is she?" I caught up with him, ignoring his smart ass endearment.

"A town over I guess. What-" he laughs, "are you gonna save her?" He rolls his eyes, kicking Persephone on.

"Matter of fact, I will. And you can shove it where the sun don't shine Arthur. I sacrificed myself more than once for your sorry hide. Dutch has lost his ever loving mind and you're...defending him! Hah!" With that, I took off to save Abigail.

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I snuck towards the loading docks where Milton has Abigail. I met Sadie on the way and filled her in. She only shook her head sadly at my news of Arthur. She wasn't at all shocked.. she said things don't surprise her anymore..

She's watching my back from the lighthouse right now. I'm so thankful I met up with her, I surly would've died if I hadn't. This town was covered in Pinkertons..

As I get closer to the building, I hear muffled screams. There's no sign of Milton or Ross so I bust through the doors, Abigail frantically shakes her head, muffled squeals follow.

"What-" I'm cut off by a blow to the head. I grimace as I back away as Milton aims his rifle at my head.

"Haha." He laughs mockingly. "I knew one of you dumb hicks would come." He smiles. "Dutch coming?" He asks me. I shake my head, squinting through the pain, blood dribbles down my temple.

My gun was thrown across the room now. My eyes dart to it. "Tsk, tsk. Don't think about it. You'll be dead before you can even move a muscle." He steps on my leg now, I cry out but I stay still, too scared to move now.

"Hicks huh?" I gasp as Arthur busts through the door, guns blazing.

Milton jumps behind a overturned table. During all this, I crawl to Abigail, untying her as quickly as I can.

Shots ring out, Abigail and I rush out of the building. I wave to Sadie once we're out, she rushes down the lighthouse to meet us. Abigail is hanging onto me tightly, looking around frantically. "God I wish she'd hurry." She whispered with a shaky voice.

By the time she meets us, it quiets down. I pray that Arthur stumbles out, the seconds passing slowly.

Abigail pulls herself up with Sadie, tears in her eyes as we all wait for Arthur to come out. Or the latter..

I gasp as Milton's body is thrown to the ground suddenly. A triumphant Arthur steps out, staggering slightly. "And that's how it's done ladies." Then falls to the ground.