It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Piece O' Work

"And what exactly do you and I have to talk about?" Micah replied in a flat and disinterested tone.

"My sister." Kieran said, attempting to be bold and fearless.

Micah lightly chuckled at Kierans pitiful attempt at confronting him. He was so meek and skinny. Absolutely no chance against Micah in anyway possible. He slipped his gun back into its holster and placed his hands on his belt as he slouched further onto the wagon.
Kieran looked slightly confused at Micah's non existent attempt to move elsewhere.

"Well. Talk boy." Micah snapped impatiently. Causing Kieran to jolt.

"W-well... it's..it's just..I don't like the way you look at her!" Kieran admitted.
Micah's eyebrows raised at his sudden opinion.

"Don't you? Well. Ain't that a shame, bye now." Micah said sarcastically. As he attempted to walk away. He really didn't care what Kieran had to say.

Kieran only followed him and continued what he had to say.
"I've heard things about you mister! Killing, thieving, all the the things that ain't so good for her!" Kieran argued from behind Micah.

"Well, thats her choice I'm afraid. She's knows what kind of man I am, and if she don't like it, she can leave me alone." Micah said abruptly. Kieran was getting on his nerves. Bad. He walked over to the crate of beers by Dutch's tent and took one out, examining the label beforehand. A Cheap, but tasteful brand. Strong and still.

"You really don't care about her do you? You don't know what she's been through, just leave her alone for Christ sake!" Kieran pleaded as he got angrier.
Suddenly, Micah spun round and grabbed Kierans collar, pulling him closer to him. Kieran yelped slightly as his expression shifted from angry, to extremely afraid in a instance.

"Listen boy. I know what she's been through okay? She told me. And don't you dare say that I don't care about her, cause you don't know a damn thing." Micah threatened Kieran before he shoved him away.
Grabbing his bottle, he grumbled and angrily marched off. Kieran was left in absolute shock.
Why did you tell him? Micah of all people? Kieran understood why you told Molly. But Micah?

Micah had marched off to sit at the table by Pearson's wagon.
He would take an occasional stiff sip from his beer bottle, but the confrontation from Kieran had created an uncomfortable sensation within him and he felt all on edge.

Then, Micah was approached by Charles.
"Micah. Dutch would like you to meet him in town. The saloon." Charles said swiftly before he quickly retreated.
Micah simply nodded and grumbled in reply. He was in no mood to toy with anyone right now.

With a huff, Micah stood and got back into his horse to head back into town.

Heading into town, Micah noticed a few familiar horses hitched up outside the saloon. Not the main saloon, the smaller one.
Micah hitched Baylock up and headed in to be greeted by Dutch, Strauss, Arthur and John.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dutch asked with an impatient tone. Almost as if he'd been waiting hours.

"Sorry boss. Had a few things to attend to." Micah said in defence as he seated himself at the table.

"What? Like getting in that young O'Driscolls pants?" John teased, earning a chuckle from Arthur and Dutch. Strauss of course has a disgusted expression plastered on his face.

"Ah Marston. At least I still have the decency to pay a woman a little attention. Poor Abigail don't seem to be getting much these days. I'd be happy to take her off of your hands." Micah retaliated, infuriating John.

"You shut your mouth you sonofabitch." John snarled.
Micah cackled at the reaction.

"Alright boys enough, John, Strauss, would you kindly head out, check there isn't no funny business about?" Dutch asked the two men. As they exited, John shot Micah a nasty look over his shoulder earning an evil smirk and sarcastic wave from Micah.