I sit on my bed, journal in hand.
I've written all I can. I'm lost in my thoughts.
Mood at camp isn't good. Abigail is in tears a lot.
Strained silence. Apart from Dad, Dutch, Arthur and John. Sat at a table. Discussing Jack.
"Hey Dutch! We got a problem," Lenny says.
I look up. He's aiming a gun at two men.
They're dressed all fancy.
Are they... Pinkertons?
"Not a problem. Visitors. A solution," one of them says.
I doubt that.
I place my journal down and slowly rise before walking over to the group that is now forming around these new arrivals.
"Good day, fine people," he says.
The other one stays mute, resting a gun on his shoulder.
He ain't intimidating us, that's for sure.
"Mr Van der Linde. Mr Matthews, I presume. And who are you?" the first guy asks John.
I suddenly realise who he is.
Agent Milton.
"Rip Van Winkle," John says.
"Huh... Good day, sir," Milton says. "Agent Milton. Pinkerton Detective Agency,"
"Agent Ross," he says, gesturing to Mr 'Oh-I'm-So-Intimidating-With-My-Gun'.
"Ah, Mr Morgan," Milton says as Arthur steps forward. "Nice to see you again,"
"And to what to we owe the pleasure, Agent Moron?" Dutch asks, still facing the other way.
"I don't know if you're aware, but this... this is a civilized land now. We didn't kill all them savages only to allow the likes of you to act like human dignity and basic decency was outmoded or not yet invented. This thing? It's done," Milton says.
There's silence for a second.
"This place... ain't no such thing as civilized," Dutch says, rising from his chair. "It's man, so in love with greed he has forgotten himself and found only appetites,"
"And as a consequence that lets you take what you please, kill whom you please and hang the rest of us?" Milton asks, voice rising with every word.
"Who made you the messiah to these lost souls you've led horribly astray?" his voice drops dangerously low.
"I'm nothing but a seeker, Mr Milton," Dutch counters.
"You ain't much of anything more than a killer, Mr Van der Linde," Milton says.
He lets the silence be for a second, then continues.
"But I came to make a deal. It's time. You come with me, and I give the rest of ya three days to run off, disappear and go and live like human beings someplace else,"
"You came... for me?" Dutch asks. "Risked life and limb in this den of lowlifes and murderers so that they might live and love? Ain't that fine," Dutch finishes with a chuckle.
"I don't wanna kill all these folk, Dutch. Just you," Milton says.
"In that case," Dutch says, raising his hands "It'd be my honour to join you,"
"Excuse me, friends. I have an appointment to keep," Dutch says, and we start to raise our guns ever so slowly.
"I think your new friend should leave now, Dutch," Miss Grimshaw says, raising her gun.
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Ella Matthews - A RDR2 Fanfiction
Fanfiction*RDR2 SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE GAME* This is the story of Ella Matthews, a 23-year-old who has been in the Van der Linde gang for near enough her whole life. She knows that with the gang, she's safe and strong. But what happens after Blackwater? ~~~~...
