That F**cking Yankee

Blood Feuds, Ancient and Modern

It had been a few days since Arthur's bed-bound. You were really worried for him, Susan said he'd made a full recovery but you still sat by him every day and through the night to make sure he was still breathing. Dutch was getting a little agitated at the lack of attention towards him but he understood.

The argument you had brought you both closer together but physically further apart. You were still fuming at Dutch for leaving him behind like that and he knew it. You had now taken the role of Arthur in the camp during the day and in the mornings for hunting food for the gang. 

You were glad that Arthur had taught you how to do practically anything that involved a gun or a bow or even a horse. He was just like a big brother to you that taught you how to function by yourself in the big world. 

...

While you were sitting comfortably in his tent, your legs rested up atop of a crate with your hat covering your eyes, you were dozing off into a light sleep before you herd Abigail yelling.

Lifting your hat from your eyes a little you saw the horror on her face as she looked around everywhere. You got up and stood at the door going to speak with her.

"Y/N. Have you seen my boy?" She asked nervously. 

"No. Is he not here?" You asked now waking up.

"Wheres my goddamn son?" Abigal yelled as she sped walked off. 

Dutch had now come over along with the other boys from the camp to figure out what was going on.

"Wheres my son?! Where is he?" Abigail began to cry getting worked up. "They took him, didn't they? They took my son!" 

"Who did?" You asked trying to calm her down.

"We think the Braithwaite woman took him" Hosea came over out of breath. "Kieran saw a couple of fellers... sound like Braithwaite boys" 

"Where's my son, Dutch Van Der Linde" Abigail begged.

Hosea put his arm around her to calm her down. 

You instantly rushed to your horse and took off towards the Braithwaite's. Dutch yelled after you but he wasn't fast enough. 

As you were riding fast you were soon joined by all of the boys who were the shooters and leads. You smiled at how quickly they all saddled up. Catching up to you, you all rode together.

You all rode up together at the Manor's entrance. Guns loaded and ready to be fired once given the go.

"Alright everyone, dismount and come to me" Dutch said as he jumped off of his horse. "We'll go in on foot from here"

You all grouped up around Dutch, he looked at you than to John. "You sure your alright?" He asked him.

"Like I said, I'm fine" John replied clearly angry.

"Follow my lead" Dutch said in a low devilish tone.

You all walked in a line together, all guns drawn.

"There they are" Hosea said as he pointed out some people on the top balcony.

"Who steals a goddamn boy?" Dutch said as he groaned.

"Im gonna let fly at those sons of bitches" John spoke in a whisp.

"John. I'm gonna need you to stay calm" Dutch spoke.

"Get down here now!" Dutch yelled unexpectedly. "You inbred trash!" 

"What the hell do you want?" A man spoke from the mansion.