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

32 - The Day After

Micah watched Bill ride into camp but was alone. Micah decided to try not to care as he sat by the campfire, staring down into the flames, listening to everyone's stories rather than butting in but as Bill grabs a whisky bottle and sits on the log across from him, Micah stared at him from under his hat, nobody knowing that Micah was looking at Bill.

"What a day." Bill chuckled, taking a sip of his ear as he leans forward, somehow expecting someone to ask him what he has been up to. However, nobody did. It was only Micah, Swanson, Bill, Lenny and Strauss who were sat by, all of them seeming to be in their own thoughts.

Bill looked at each and every one of them, not sure if they were just being rude or he didn't speak loud enough so he decided to let out an obvious cough making Micah sigh heavily, his shoulders rising up and down as he looked up higher, his attention being drawn to Bill some more.

"Why is that?" Micah grumbled, lowkey still annoyed about Bill and Natasha riding off to do a score together, even if Tilly had been present who only returned not long after, calling Bill a moron.

"That Natasha, she's very impressive if I do say so myself." Bill smirked, obviously knowing Micah's feelings towards said girl.

Micah rolled his eyes, seeming to look unbothered but he was. His jaw was clenched and his eyes diverted elsewhere until Bill spoke again.

"Took her for a drink afterwards too. Had a good ol' chat."

Micah leaned forward in the wooden chair, his forearms resting on his thighs as he did. "Anythin' interesting?"

Bill thought for a moment, the Bill slowly getting to his head as he takes another swig of his drink. He probably had at least ten beers whilst he was with Natasha, he was even surprised himself how he got back to camp in one piece and didn't start a fight.

"Well... she kinda just sat and listened to me. She then told me about her past with the O'Driscolls and then about her ma and pa."

Strauss, Lenny and Swanson's heads perked up by the sound of O'Driscolls, not expecting Natasha of all people to have a past with that gang.

"She used to ride with them?" Lenny questioned, dumbfounded, surprised that she was even in the camp.

"No. She didn't. It was mainly her brother, he used to make deals with them but that's it." Micah spoke up quickly, feeling odd that he had defended Natasha when she wasn't even with them.

Lenny looked to Swanson and shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, keeping his head down from Micah's snappy comment.

Bill nodded slowly in agreement and leaned back slightly, tossing the now empty whisky bottle to the floor. "Yup. Her father wasn't a very nice man either by the sounds of it."

"Nobody likes a gossip Bill. We shouldn't speak of the dead nor should we speak about someone's relatives when they ain't here themselves." Swanson spoke, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol and morphine he was sticking into his veins.

"Whatever. I'm going to hit the sack." Bill, standing up to his feet, wobbling slightly.

Micah stood up to, pulling his pants up slightly as they got loose from the length of time he was sat.

"Where is she?"

Bill glanced over at him and pointed through the trees as if it was in the right location.

"Rhodes."

Micah furrowed his brows at him. "You took 'er to Rhodes about we all nearly died there?"

"Yup."