Summary: Arthur is forced to work with an old frenemy in an attempt to steal some easy cash
Notes: This plot takes place during chapter 3 ^^ Also yes we are aware of what happens in the Epilogue, this was just a fun idea we had. We hope you enjoy!
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We're sons of Dutch, That makes us brothers..
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A dark shadow casted upon a silhouette, their face obscured by the smoke upon the dying flames of slow burning Burch rested in the fire pit. The figure rested against a tree with a shiny object in hand. The pale moon failed to cast her beauty upon this darkened silhouette, telling Arthur exactly who this was staying up in the odd hours of the night.
The Cowboy pierced the figure with his gaze under the rim of his hat as he cautiously approached the misanthropic outlaw.
"Mister Morgan...I saw you lingering around my tent earlier today." The low hum of the man's voice broke the silence and crept into Arthur's ears like a snake, causing him to scowl." And you're here now. That tells me you're lookin' for some fun. And I just might have a cure. "
Arthur's gaze never left the man before him. Raising a slight brow but the features on his face told the instigator he wasn't biting.
"There's a rumour going around Saint Denis that there's an old man who likes to waste his money away by drinking in the town saloon, every night between midnight and 6 o'clock in the morning. I heard he is loaded with money.
I'm going over there tonight to have a little..chat with the poor bastard to try and..persuade him into handing over his money. But it'll be a lot easier if I had an accomplice. What do ya say, brother?"
"..Micah..." The cowboy uttered in a frustrated huff, shaking his head feeling disinclined to go through with the scoundrel's folly plan. "Micah, Micah, Micah.. "Arthur repeated. "Don't you remember the last time you tried something like this?"
"We got the money, didn't we? Come on, Arthur. You're not afraid, are you?...what would Dutch say if I told him you declined an easy way to feed this camp.?." The outlaw shook his head tauntingly while his lips curled into a smirk.
Arthur rubbed his brow, lifting his worn out hat exposing the sweat dripping down his forehead. "We have a bounty on our heads up in Strawberry because of you, and now... Now you want us to deteriorate in Saint Denis?.. Oh and by the way.. I'm not your brother..Micah"
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