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

21 - The Gunsmith

Finally back to her full health again, Natasha rode out into town with Sean as she had promised, both of them racing there rather than on the way back which puts her at a huge disadvantage seeing as she didn't necessarily see where the camp was and didn't know the area as well as the boys who left daily when she was recovering. However, she enjoyed a surprisingly quiet drink with Sean in the Saloon in Rhodes.

He had filled her in with what's been happening between two families. The Braithwaite's and the Gray's. From what she gathered it was two rival families, one with an impressive moonshine business whilst the other had large tobacco fields and own the small town. Dutch, with the input from Micah, has decided to try and rob both of the families. Already sceptical of the plan, she knew it was better against arguing with Dutch or Micah on what they should do so she just nodded to Sean who explained it all, a triumphant smile on his face.

"Me and Arthur are going to burn them Tobacco fields and they're going to think it's the Braithwaite's." He grinned, taking a shot of his whisky, slamming his fist back down on the table as the fiery liquid burned down his throat.

"Are you sure that's a wise idea? You? With the fire? How many tents have you burned down?" She asked with uncertainty, her arms crossed over her chest but a smirk toyed at her lips.

"Ha! I knew you'd say that Miss Flower. You're always very cynical of me."

"Not at all Mr Maguire, I just don't trust your arson skills is all." She laughed, both of them seeing the funny sides of things but the laughter died down a little when Sean started to ask about her personal life.

"So, what's going on with you and Micah?" Sean wiggled his eyebrows, removing his hat from his head and setting it on the table in front of him. They were both sat at a booth near the doors across from one another, luckily the town was slightly quieter mid-afternoon.

She took a swig of her beer, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Nothing at all. We are friends." She confirms, placing the bottle back down.

"Exactly that's the weird thing! Why are you friends with a man like him? He's ruthless and has the personality of a fresh turd. Sloppy." Sean discriminates earning a chuckle from the woman however.

She sighed, leaning her back against the leather seat before shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know Sean. I found he was never particularly harsh to me and when we would do jobs together it'd go somewhat smoothly. He's quite easy to talk to as well. Well, when he doesn't speak that is."

Sean arched his eyebrow before shrugging his shoulders causally and sliding out of the booth and putting his hat back on.

"Well, fair enough. Don't let him walk all over you though. I'm going to head back to camp, you comin' or staying?"

"I'll stay for a while, going to check out what's going on then I'll come back." She smiled, waving the young man off who bowed his head to her and walked out of the Saloon.

She finished off her beer, her mind elsewhere as she listened to the relaxing piano music being played. When it ended, she got up and made her way to the bathroom, did her business before heading outside. The sky was a beautiful red and orange colour, just how she liked it.

Unhitching Caprice, she took his reins and made her way through the town, stopping to have a quick glance at the building. She soon stopped outside a gunsmith. She hitched Caprice up once more before entering, taking her hat off as she smiled towards the man who eyed her up but smiled anyhow.

"Afternoon, what can I do for you?" He asked.

"Oh I'm just browsing. New to the town." She answered truthfully, both of her hands clasped behind her back as she scanned the shelves, looking at the ammo he had presented out.