It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Can't fool me

Arthur arrived back at camp and was greeted rather quickly by Micah.

"So Cowpoke. Nice ride?" He asked in the voice in which he tried to sound endearing. Not that it was working.

"Ride was fine. As is (Y/N) so don't go worrying yourself." Arthur replied as he walked away but was only followed by Micah.

"Oh no, I'm not worrying. Just...she's a young woman. By herself in that town. Not safe. Especially after what happened yesterday. Surprised the poor girl can stand to be back there." Micah attempted to guilt trip Arthur.

"She's a strong independent young woman. She can handle herself. Plus she's in safe hands." Arthur dismissed as he sat on his cot and pulled out his precious journal.

"And...who's hands would they be?" Micah asked with a smirk.

Arthur looked up at him and frowned.
"Nice try. You ain't gettin' anything out of me Bell." He grumbled as he opened his journal. Clearly dismissing the conversation.

As much as Micah loved to torment and tease Arthur. He really wasn't in the mood right now so he just walked away. He wouldn't get the answers by arguing with Arthur.

It was simple curiosity that was driving Micah to know where you were. At least, that's what he told himself. He felt deep down that he actually did worry about who's hands you were in. Who's hands were on you. Anytime these thoughts came to the surface, he dismissed them immediately. Though, when he looked at you, it was a different feeling to when he looked at the other women in camp. It wasn't just a desire for vigorous sex, it was something else. Something that felt more real. But a lot more scary. Hence why Micah pushed himself to not let his heart care. For anyone.

Around seven
You were helped off of Arthur's horse by the man himself and thanked him for his kindness.

"Thank you for this Arthur. I won't let you keep doing this though. Tomorrow, I shall walk." You demanded with a pointed finger and a smile.

Arthur chuckled at your enthusiasm.
"Fine, have it your way. Still, you'd better get to bed before Micah sees ya." Arthur said.
You furrowed your brows. Your interest piqued.

"Why?"
"Well, he's been asking for you. Asking if anyone knows where you are and all that." Arthur explained.

You folded your arms and smiled at the floor as you bit your lip.
"He's sweet sometimes." You said with a light blush appearing on your face.

"You're the only one that thinks that. Go one then, find ya fella." Arthur teased as he gestured to camp.

"He ain't my fella Arthur!" You snapped jokingly In a loud whisper as you gently hit his chest before heading towards the fire.

Pearson, Lenny and Leopold were sat at the fire.
"Evening folks." You greeted with a smile.

"Hello to you Miss (Y/N). Nice day? I've hardly seen you." Pearson chirped.

"Not bad Pearson. Not bad. I hear Micah's been a bother, where is he?" You asked sincerely.

"Oh he's in his tent. Dead asleep so, you won't be gettin' any tonight." Lenny teased. Earning a chuckle from Pearson.

You laughed at the joke yet dismissed it.
"Shut up Lenny!" You laughed as you went over to Micah's tent.

Pulling back the tent flaps, you could already hear his loud snoring.
He was fully spread out in his cot with a bottle by it. Alcohol of course, what else?

With a smile and a shake of your head you went over to the bedside and moved the bottle away. He would surely be mad if he stepped on it and smashed the glass the next morning.
Looking down at his sleeping figure, some of the buttons on his top had come undone in his slumber, revealing his hairy chest.