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

45 - Fishing Gone Wrong

Wearing her black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her already tanned skin hitting the sunlight; Natasha was sat at one the camp tables, eating the morning's stew whilst she Lenny spoke to her about a stage coach that needed robbing. She was apprehensive at first for him once he said that he could do it alone as it was 'unprotected' but every outlaw should know that nothing is ever unprotected.

"It'll be real easy Natasha, I'm telling you." He said, thrilled with himself as his fingers ran over the opened map before rolling it back up.

"I don't know Lenny.... At least take Arthur with you? Please?" She tried to persuade the young boy as she took in another mouthful of venison stew.

Lenny glanced her way and sank back in his seat, not exactly pleased with her lack of trust in his plan. "Do I have to?" He mumbled, loud enough for her to hear.

"Absolutely." She told him, wiping her mouth with the back of her as the broth attacked to her lips slightly. "You tellin' me that there's a coach just going through with zero protection? At all? Use that smart brain of yours Lenny." She gave him a look to show she was right and after much deliberation, he sighed and agreed with her.

"I guess you're right. I'll go ask Arthur. Thanks Natasha." Lenny smiled lightly at her before standing up and heading inside the house where Arthur probably was. She sighed to herself and pushed herself up from the table and tossed her dirty bowl into a tub full of water along with all the other dirty dishes.

She glanced round camp, seeing if there was anything to do seeing as she had no scores on her right that second but her eyes landed on Kieran by the horses. She could hear faint yelling and as she looked closer, she could notice Micah berating the kid which caused a fire to light up inside of her once he saw him kick at his legs as he was sat down by a tree.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She snapped as she came into hearing distance of the two of them, taking long and heavy strides until she was close enough, her rand grabbing Micah by the shoulder and yanking him backwards so she could stand in between the pair of them.

Regaining his balance, Micah shot a glare at Natasha, his expression slightly shocked that she was able to fling him backwards with such force.

"This piece of shit ain't been working for the last ten minutes." Micah physically spits on Kieran's leg making him stand up, not afraid to square up to the much older and powerful outlaw.

"He's allowed a break y'know?" She looks at him in disgust before placing her arm backwards, signalling for Kieran to stay where he was and not to react or get involved. "Don't need to kick and spit at him either."

Micah laughs coldly and takes a small step back, sticking his hands up in defence. "Apologises Miss, I just didn't realise we were letting lazy and worthless people into the camp now." He looks to Kieran as he speaks, finding it hard to argue with Natasha.

"He's earned his keep. He's been with us for months now. Why don't you go out hunting or find a score? You've been sat by the campfire for more than a week now doing fuckall." Natasha recalls, a finger now pointed at his face, finally done with him and his shenanigans.

"You're real funny Miss, real funny." Micah clenches his jaw, finally matching her gaze. "If that boy don't get back to work in the next minute or so he's in for a real beating mark my words."

Natasha tilted her head to the side and slowly shook her head, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as a smirk grows on her face. "Over my dead body, Mister Bell." She seethes, not even blinking.

Her stare was enough to scare the manliest of men away. They felt like sharp pincers going straight into his skin.

It was clear that it wasn't good between them both anymore and that was all Dutch's fault.