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

50 - Pinned

Natasha arrived to Lakay, a small fishing village with only about ten locals maximum. She could smell the swamps, the fish, the dirty air but she could hear one thing in particular and that was Bill's booming voice, indicating to her that they were somewhere nearby. She dismounted and followed the sounds until she saw a small dock where sure enough, the rest of the gang was.

Arthur had a mischievous smile on his face as she walked over, arching his eyebrow before nudging her shoulder. "So... what did he want to talk about?"

Natasha hid her smile well before shrugging her shoulders at him, standing with her hands behind her back. "Nothing that you should be nosey of." She retorted playfully but before she could do anything else, he reached down and grabbed a hold of her wrist and held it up in front of his face.

"Hmm, I don't remember seeing this pricey lil number on your wrist before." He grinned, loving winding her up, especially when her cheeks are as red as the sun.

"Knock it off, Arthur." They heard Dutch's dull voice from behind them as they each piled into the boat. Arthur and Natasha looked at one another, a knowing look on each other's faces that Dutch was obviously paying attention and that Micah had clearly gifted her something, adding more fuel to his already lit fire. At least he could take his angst out on Bronte.

Natasha stepped into the boat, sitting at the front with Bill whilst John, Lenny and Dutch sat behind them and then Arthur completely at the back.

Thomas, the man driving them to the back of Bronte's manor pushed his oar off the side of the wooden dock, allowing the boat to then freely glide against the dark waters.

"How're you feeling?" She asked quietly to Bill who was staring ahead. He glanced at her and shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm alright, how about you? You sure you're ready to... y'know? Get back into it?" His voice was gentle which was sometimes surprising to hear but he was quite soft-spoken around her which was very pleasant. He was a hot-head, much like Sean and Micah but he was good at fighting and was actually a gentle soul at heart. Natasha knew this from the many conversations they have had, her opening up about her parents deaths to him and him listening contently without ever judging. She also like how that although he did like her, he never forced himself on her after she politely turned him down; unlike some.

"I'll be fine. Thank you." She smiled at him before the two of them remained quiet on the way there until Dutch caught Bill's attention.

"Hey Bill, you were a sharpshooter in the cavalry weren't you?" Dutch asked rom behind, making Bill instantly turn around to look at his leader.

"What?" Bill frowned.

"Maybe, when we get there, you could help with the suppression fire." Dutch smirked.

Natasha also frowned at Dutch, but not making the effort to turn around and look at him as he talked down to Bill. Sure, everyone knows Bill got allegedly kicked out of the army but to mock him was pretty low, even for Dutch.

"I never said I was no Sharpshooter." Bill defends himself, holding his repeater in his hand a bit too tightly, letting Dutch get under his skin easily.

"Oh, that's right, w-what was it... the nations most loyal latrine digger, wasn't it?" Dutch kept going on, earning a forced laugh from John beside him.

"Yeah, well I fought and I fought well." Bill replied defensively, turning his back fully on Dutch now.

"So you always tell us..."

"Taught me something you could do with learning," he said cockily, shooting him one last gaze, "them Indians were savages."

Natasha shifted uncomfortably at the confrontation, more to the point that Bill clearly didn't like Indians which was a hard to listen to especially when Charles was a member of the gang, a very loyal and kind one at that.