The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Revenge is Mine

Dutch came barreling through the doors of the plantation, panting and raving like a lunatic. It took Hosea and Mrs. Grimshaw to calm him down, but he still went on and on about the plan he concocted while away.

Evidently, he confronted Angelo Bronte about the moonshiners, expecting Bronte to discredit the claims. Instead, he grew angry over the accusations and threatened Dutch and that was all he needed to hear. 

Dutch didn't outright apologize to Arthur, but he didn't hide the fact that he was wrong either.

"You think he was dealing with the O'Driscoll's?" Thomas asked.

"We should be asking you the same, Blondie." Bill sneered.

"Hey! I've been with you guys a while now, I've been busting my ass helpin' out, the least you could do is accept that I ain't no rat!"

"How do we know you ain't a liar?"

Thomas lunged at Bill, but Charles stopped him from doing something he may regret. Dutch stood up from the worn sofa and called everyone's attention to the middle of the room.

"Listen up, I...I don't know what Bronte's game is, I don't know of whom he is siding with. But know this, we will not stand for it. We will fight back as see fit."

"What're we gonna do?" Arthur asked.

Dutch looked around the room at everyone, before his eyes landed on Arthur."We'll have a meeting with him."

"Now what if the O'Driscoll's are backin' him, ain't that gonna cause a war we don't need?" John questioned.

"We're already in a war, son, it can't get any worse than this." Dutch heaved a sigh."Be ready at sun down."

After the very quick meeting, Dutch stormed out of the house, leaving everyone looking for more answers. Arthur had already left the room, so they wouldn't ask him. He didn't know anything about Dutch's plans, but it seemed like a plan made in haste. 

Revenge. It was best when well thought out and planned, but that wasn't Dutch. He acted with good intentions, but poor planning, sometimes in haste and with a very big ego. 

Arthur took to the stairs, wanting nothing more than to put some distance between himself and the others. It wasn't their fault, he just needed some space. Space to clear his head, to breathe, to think of a way out of this mess.

As he reached for the door, he heard voices inside their room. Lorna and someone else. It sounded like Mary-Beth, but he wasn't too sure. He didn't want to bother them and he felt bad listening in, so he moved onto the balcony for a quick smoke.

"Hey."

Arthur looked over at Thomas, who sat tuning Javier's guitar. Odd, since Javier was so protective over his belongings. 

"What're you doin' up here?"

He shrugged."Well since Christmas is comin' soon, Javier is letting me practice on his guitar. And I needed a breather, that was...intense down there."

Arthur nodded, pulling out a cigarette."Didn't know you played."

"Used to play real good when I was younger, haven't played in a while." He raised his brows, as he strummed a few cords."You play?"

"Nah." He took a drag off his cigarette."Didn't have much patience for it."

He chuckled."It's an acquired taste, Morgan."

"It's Arthur."

"Right, sorry." He nodded."So...can I ask a question?"

"Depends on what it is?"