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

40 - Every Single Way

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The next evening when all the members of camp were going to bed, Natasha was stopped by a hand landing on her shoulder, turning her around and meeting Dutch's eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asked, trying not to sound irritated. He just wouldn't leave her alone. Wherever she was in camp, he was there. She would just be sat at a table with Uncle, Strauss and Kieran and he would saunter over, trying to make conversation which is very unlike him. He only usually speaks with Arthur, Micah and Hosea.

"You can actually." He said, walking towards his tent, expecting her to follow.

Internally, she was horrified. On the outside, she nodded and followed him and watched him sit on the bed, a sleeping Molly behind him.

"Shouldn't we speak somewhere quieter? I don't want to wake Miss O'Shea." Natasha trailed off, eyeing up the red haired woman who was snoozing away softly.

"No worries, she can sleep through anything." Dutch sighed, resting his hands on his thighs.

Natasha mouthed an 'okay' before taking a seat on the chair he had and waited for him to talk.

"Have you seen Micah?"

His name made her shudder slightly, remembering back to last night and the fight they had. But, she hadn't seen him around camp at all and it was unlike him to go out on his own usually unless he had a reason to.

She shook her head though, answering his question. "Not since last night, why?"

"Well I was just wondering if you had seen him is all." Dutch affirmed.

Natasha slouched back a little and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot along his animal covered floor.

"I can go check at the saloon we were staying at, if that would make you feel better?" She asked him, sort of getting the hint he was giving off but she was completely wrong.

"No, no that won't be necessary." He said coolly, pulling a book of his shelf. "Have you read Evelyn Miller? I met him at that ghastly party..." Dutch trailed on but Natasha wasn't focusing on the words. She actually started to worry about where Micah was.

"Sorry Dutch, I'm going to head out. I'll be back soon." She cut him off, standing to her feet before racing over to her tent.

She grabbed her black rambler jack and slipped it on, knowing the journey might be chill. She also grabbed her Lancaster repeater and slung it over her shoulder before heading to the horses, mounting up before heading to Saint Denis.

Once she arrived, she pushed the doors open and half expected him to be slumped over by the bar but he wasn't.

As she noticed that the barkeep was busy, she made her way upstairs and to the room where he was staying. There were only two rooms, so it was a process of elimination really.

She knocked on the door and waited but there was no answer. She noticed that the door was unlocked so processed to enter, searching the room for some clues. All of his stuff was gone aside from a few cigarette ends in the ashtray.

As she was about to leave, she stopped when in the corner of her left eye she noticed something in the corner of the room, wedged between the dresser and standing mirror.

She crouched down and stuck her hand between the two, grabbing the hard fabric, yanking it free and gasping when she saw his hat. It wouldn't have surprised her that he had left it by mistake but the fresh blood splattering over it begged to differ.