It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Encounter

Morning came

You awoke first and started a fresh fire for the morning. Of course the one you'd lit last night burned out.
Looking over at Micah, still sleeping, you reached for the blanket he'd given you last night and draped it over him. Luckily, he didn't stir. That would have been a bit awkward. He would have probably thrown it off and yelled "The hell do you think you're doing O'Driscoll."

As you sat and cooked some of the fish you'd caught last night, your mind wandered down a rabbit hole. Being called an O'Driscoll bothered you so much.
You could only hope that one day, hopefully soon, Micah and everyone at camp would just stop calling you and Kieran O'Driscolls. Kieran wasn't as bothered as you, he still harped about it when he was called it, but it was only because he wanted the gang to trust him. You did too of course, but you had your own personal reasons you weren't quite ready to share for hating the label you had no choice but to wear.

It was at this point Micah woke up as well.
As he stirred, he noticed the blanket on him and glanced over to you. You had your back to him so you had no idea he was even awake.
He didn't react much to the blanket being on him. He was a tad confused but he let it slide and just got up.

"Mornin'." He greeted you with a yawn as he sat at the fire opposite you.

"Good morning Mr. Bell." You replied with a small smile.

"Didn't I tell you to call me Micah?" He said sternly as he reached for a beer bottle.
You pulled a face at the fact he was drinking as soon as he got up but this was no time to be lecturing him.

"Yeah, you did. Sorry." You replied, continuing to cook the fish.
Micah took out his knife and began to sharpen it. You'd seen him sharpening his knife a lot. Was a little endearing but, each to your own.

As you finished cooking, you waited awkwardly for him to look up. You cleared your throat which thankfully caught his attention and he looked at you.
As he did, you nodded towards the fishes on the metal grill above the fire. Signalling that one of them was for him.

With a sigh he stabbed his knife into one of the fish.
"Thank you." He said with a grumble.

After you'd both finished eating Micah stood and dusted himself off.

"So. I heard about a coach." He began. His hands resting on his belt.

"Coach? Like, banking coach?" You responded. Looking up at him.

As he looked down at you, he re noticed your lovely eyes briefly but, he didn't sit on the thought too long.
"Exactly. Gunna be coming through Strawberry around about this time."

"Great!" You exclaimed happily as you sprung up.
"Oh wait." You hesitated. Your expression immediately changing.
"Where did you hear about this coach?" You asked, almost frowning and crossing your arms.

He looked at you as if he was confused as to why you doubted him.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out darlin'." He teased as he leaned closer to you before he turned to start packing up the camp.

"It was O'Driscolls. Wasn't it?" You said smugly. Knowing you were right. He stopped what he was doing and turned to face you again.

"What makes you think that?"

"Well. When I used to run with them, some of the guys, used to talk about how some of them had been considering hitting banking coaches near Strawberry. Amazing to think that a month or so later they're still hitting them. Sad idiots." You cursed. The sheer hatred for that gang practically seeped from your mouth.

Micah chuckled.
"Well. You're not wrong. I did get this lead from an O'Driscoll. It was actually the one I shot for you when you broke me outta jail." He said smugly as he went back to packing.