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

44 - The Broken Relationship

When the boys did arrive back, everyone could already feel the foul tension from Dutch. Everyone spotted the slight blood on his face which indicated that the plan didn't go as smoothly as they had wanted it to. He stormed into the house, pushing Javier and Hosea out of the way in the process which left camp to be eerily quiet for a short while.

Natasha was sat playing poker with John, Uncle and Strauss when they came back, their game stopping halfway through to assess the scene.

"Lenny, come here." John called him over with a wave of his hand, quickly shooting Uncle a glare as he tried to peer over at his cards.

Lenny did as he was told and sat beside Natasha, the game coming to a quick end seeing as Uncle couldn't be trusted for a second. "What went on?" She asked him, turning her body round on the box she was sat on so she could look and listen to Lenny. The poor kid looked exhausted. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, his breathing still rigid and his clothes slightly torn.

"We think, Bronte set us up." Lenny sighed miserably, taking his hat off and placing it on the wooden round table.

"Set you up? How?" Uncle laughed incredulously, earning a look from Natasha. He closed his mouth, keeping his laughter inside his throat rather than out.

"Well, there was hardly any money there. Then, the cops showed up way too quickly." He shook his head, leaning forward as he let his body settle down. "Then, we got in one of those trollies and it crashed, completely derailing itself. It went to Hell and back back there."

Natasha's eyes widened at what happened, shocked but kind of not surprised. She never liked trusted at all so why Dutch believed him is beyond her. Maybe he was more desperate for money than Micah was?

"Well, at least you're back now. Get an early night. Sean can cover your guard duty tonight. He owes me after all." She muttered the last part to herself but stood up and patted Lenny's back.

She called it a night herself and walked back to her tent but diverted her walk when she saw Micah, cigarette in hand looking ahead of him, his back to her.

"Good evening." She whispered beside him, making him flinch as he didn't ever hear her approach.

"Don't ever do that again." He breathes, quickly overcoming the quick shock he had.

She giggled softly which made Micah's chest tighten at the sound, something he loved and loathed hearing. "My bad." She sighed tiredly, crossing her arms behind her back.

"What you doin'?" She asked curiously, looking out to see if there was anything of interest happening through the trees and swamp but there wasn't noteworthy.

"Thinking." He replied shortly, finding it hard to look at her as he did.

"Careful... thinking can lead to dangerous things." She teased with him, smiling but when he didn't smile or even glance at her, she knew something was up. "What is it now?" She asked shyly, not wanting her to be the reason for his bad mood.

He closed his eyes and shuffled his feet slightly, hating talking about things that were clearly affecting him emotionally. Especially when he wasn't used to such feelings. "It's Dutch."

She did feel her stomach drop slightly at the mention of his name, instantly fearing that Micah had found out about her lying about that morning. "W-what about him?"

He turned his gaze over to her, seeing her puppy-dog like eyes looking straight up at him. He cleared his throat slightly and quickly looked away, rubbing his forearm. "It's something what he said about us, or you even."