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

29 - Braithwaite Manor

The smell of the Van Horn air was enough to wake Natasha from her flea-ridden bed, finding the night sleep she had completely awful as she pushed herself up off the cot, her back aching more than it would be sleeping in a tent. She groaned lowly, her eyes stinging from the brightness of her room as well as the backache she now had to endure.

Walking towards the slightly cracked windows, looking down at the dismal town, already spotting men drunk and spewing the reminiscence of their drink outside of the Saloon onto the floor. She turned her nose up at the sight and walked out of the rom, making sure she had everything she had come with before she left. She walked over to the balcony, spotting a couple talking to themselves. His hair was scruffy, and her clothes were tattered and ripped. She looked away from the two of them and pulled out a cigarette and inhaling the addicting nicotine, puffing it out slowly as she stares at the morning sky, pretty damp and grey.

Then, she realised something, holding the cigarette in her mouth as she places both hands on the railing, peering over and down towards the hitching post, noticing that Caprice weren't there. Then, she remembered the events of last night.

She shuddered at the thoughts of the whispering trees, the two maniacs who had tried to kill her whilst she was defenceless. Then her mind landed on Micah. Aggressive, unruly, harsh, moody, unreliable yet sweet, caring and protective. Only of her.

As she thought about him, she caught herself in a daydream about how he had looked at her longingly last night. The way his hand twitched against her waist, the way his breath had trapped in his throat and his head subconsciously resting against her own. Natasha knew Micah's relationships with women, something he would never shut up about whilst in camp, bragging about who he had had and the way he managed to use the old 'Micah charm' on them and lured himself into their pants. In a way, it made her feel deflated. She didn't want him no, but she was kind of hopeful that he would have wanted her? After she had kissed his cheek, allowed him to buy her a room and saved her life once again, she thought she would have to repay him in some way. Now, she didn't know if she should feel relieved or insulted that he didn't try anything with her, then again, she didn't know why she was thinking like this. Supposedly, she didn't ever think Micah of being a nice person until recently where she had let him into his life a lot more than just a member of a gang.

Snapping herself out of her weird thoughts and feelings about the outlaw, she flung the cigarette over the bannister before making her way down the stairs, not sure whether to venture left or right. She did notice a stagecoach parked nearby that she could get a ride with but then she remembered she had no money, weapons or anything on her.

Her horse was missing which made her hope that someone had seen him and had taken him to a nearby stable or he had ended up there himself.

She walked into the Saloon first, seeing no harm in asking the worker if anyone had heard or seen a missing horse.

She pushed through the doors with both of her hands, shocked but not surpsied how busy it was when it wasn't even noon yet. She walked to the bar where a woman was cleaning a glass and cleared her throat slightly, getting her attention.

"What can I help you with, me sweet?" She asked, not looking in Natasha's direction before holding up the glass, inspecting any dirt on the glass before scrubbing it some more.

"Hi, yes, sorry, don't suppose you seen a missing horse around 'ere? My horse got spooked last night and ran supposedly in this direction?" She asked politely, resting both of her hands on the wooden surface where another man had his head held down, groaning to himself, probably from having too much to drink already.

"Mare or Stallion?" She asked, finally glancing over to the woman, furrowing her brow as she didn't recognize from around Van Horn.

"Stallion, he's a Missouri Fox Trotter, Amber Champagne coat." She gave her more details, crossing her fingers at the hope he had been seen.