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

37 - Visits and Glam

Non surprisingly, Natasha had avoided Micah the rest of that entire week. By avoid, she really didn't even lay eyes on the man once. She would always hide herself away from camp or go out hunting daily. She even pleaded Arthur to take her out on a raid, even if he could have easily done it by himself.

It was the afternoon and Natasha were riding near their old camp until she came across a small house which looked familiar to her. She stopped outside, trying to piece her memories together until her eyes landed on the small pig farm which was looking fairly scarce. "Ah, Victor."

She dismounted Caprice, hitching it up against the steps before making her way up the steps, knocking on the door slightly.

She waited a few moments until the door opened, revealing the debtor who looked completely flustered to see her.

"H-hello?" He stammered nervously, praying that she wasn't back to ask for anymore more money from him.

"Hi Victor, may I come in?" She asked politely, keeping her guns holstered. The man looker her up and down before nodding hesitantly, opening the door wider for her to come in.

She side-stepped in past him, the heat of the fireplace warming up her body instantly, slight goose bumps radiating on her arms from the heat.

"How're you doing?" She asked, making herself comfortable as she took a seat at a chair on the table.

"A-are you here to collect more money? I thought that was done?" He asked nervously, his hands fumbling behind his back as he stared down at the outlaw, inspecting the tired look on her face.

"Oh no, that's all done. I was riding past and thought I'd come visit to see how you are. You weren't doing too great last time as I recall." She explained, lighting a cigarette inside his home, using the ashtray that was provided to reduce the mess of the ash as it fell.

He relaxed slightly and nodded his head to show he understood before pulling out a chair to sit across from her.

"I'm happy that I still have my wedding ring." He smiled weakly, referring back to when Micah had tried to take it but Natasha said otherwise.

Natasha smiled back at him, inhaling on the tobacco before blowing it out and offering the rest of it to him. He shook his head, raising his hand a little from the table so she put it out and put the end in the ashtray.

"About your wife Victor, I found the men that took her." She said quietly. She saw him tense up as they were mentioned.

"And?"

"I killed them. They won't take your children from you." She sighed, leaning back on the chair, watching him as his fingers trembled, tears flooding to his eyes.

"Hey..." She whispered, reaching over to him, resting a hand on his arm as he covered his mouth, holding in the sob that was obviously building up inside.

"Thank you.... thank you." He breathed; his accent thick as he locked eyes onto her.

She nodded her head, not needing his thankfulness and pulled her arm away.

"How're you doing for food?" She enquired as she did a quick scan of the kitchen, seeing some tins of food in the open cupboards and drawers.

"B-better. I sell some firewood by the nearest town. I don't get much but it's better than nothing." He told her, pushing the chair out from under him as he goes to place another log on the fire as it started to fade.

"And how're the kids?" She asked, looking towards the closed door where they were last time.

"Sleepy. Which is good." He laughed lightly.