The Last Love Of Arthur Morgan

Home Sweet Home

*Some fun Sadie and Arthur ahead*

Sadie managed to persuade Abigail to go back to camp, so she and Arthur could get a better look at the prison - to make sure John was truly there, before they went in with guns blazing. She agreed and went back to camp. Arthur was thoroughly impressed.

"So what is it you have in mind?"

"Well...There's these hot air balloon's over in Van Horn. We could have one take us up and then convince the feller to take us over to Sisika."

Arthur lit his cigarette and then Sadie's; he flung the match in a puddle of water."You think it'll work?"

She shrugged."It could. We gotta try it or John swings on Monday."

"We're right here, we can just... go get him." He pointed down the road.

"And risk bringin' even more heat down on the gang? Arthur, you wanna be sure for Lorna and Lily - I wanna be sure for Jack and Abigail. If we do this, there ain't no second chances. This is the Government."

Arthur angrily threw the barely smoked cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. She was right. If they did this, they had to be sure he was even there.

The Pinkerton's sometimes started rumors, to draw the criminals to them like flies on honey. Then when they had them where they wanted, they ambushed them. For all he knew, John was already dead.

"I'm goin' over to Van Horn now, you comin' with?" 

He shrugged."I suppose I have no choice."

"There's always a choice, Arthur." She said, swinging her leg over the saddle."It ain't always an easy one though."

"No it ain't." He agreed, hoisting himself up in the black leather saddle.

As he and Sadie rode to Van Horn, they made some quick plans for the gang. Even if Dutch didn't agree with them and Arthur was certain he wouldn't, they still had a majority of the gang willing to follow them through the bowels of hell. 

Sadie mentioned she was certain that Micah was behind all of this and now that Dutch was in some kind of manic depression, he was preying on him like a wolf to a wounded deer. 

"You think he's gettin' together a little gang within the gang?" Sadie asked.

Arthur nodded."Most likely."

"I guess he don't trust us. But, now that he got Skinny and those other dumb fucks, he feels right at home."

"Yeah, I don't like it. He's up to somethin' and Dutch is too in his own head to realize it."

She glanced over."You think we should tell him?"

"No." He scoffed."He ain't exactly keen on listenin' to reason. He damn near bit my head off when I told him 'bout Bronte."

"I'm surprised he's even still alive. If my Jakey woulda saw him peekin' at me, Dutch wouldn't be here to see another day." She exhaled a shaky sigh."He weren't a violent man, but he took care of his own."

"Wish I knew him." 

She nodded with a smile."I reckon yous two woulda got along good."

"Well, well, well, it's funny seeing you two 'round these parts!"

The horses whinnied and reared, as the booming voices surrounding them came closer! Arthur and Sadie tried to calm them, but to no avail.

A small group of men suddenly came out of the trees, aiming their guns at them. Walker and Bob grew fearful, reared up and plowed through them.