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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"Do you understand the plan, Arthur?" Dutch turned to his trusted friend as they rode their horses into the busy town of Saint Denis. Arthur gave his leader a nod before Dutch averted his gaze.
"Good. I wouldn't have to come all this way to rescue Micah lf the pair of you didn't try to rob the man in the first place..easy money...more like a one-way ticket to getting your neck snapped in two...idiots." Hissed Dutch.
"It was all Micah's idea, you can ask him yourself when you see him, he'll tell you the same. I was just along to ensure his stupidity didn't get the best of 'em Dutch. Though I am grateful you came out with me to help, I dunno what I was going to do, I was half way into leaving that little shit to his demise!"
"Even though his head wasn't with him when he brought you along to his quest, he is still a part of my gang, and we don't leave anybody behind. You hear me?"
"Loud 'n clear, Dutch." Huffed Arthur trying to keep calm but his tone betrayed him as he felt a lump in his throat while the two approached the station near the jail. Morgan glanced around but careful not to raise his head in case any townsfolk would recognise him. "Not the place I expected to get too familiar with, too many snobs" sighed the man, now glaring at Dutch.
"Indeed." Dutch eased his horse to a halt before dismounting, hitching The Count to a post while he averted his gaze from the station." You got any ideas, Arthur?" Concern filled his voice as he took note of the guards patrolling the jail.
The thicker man did the same, though giving his mare a sugarcube as she whinnied softly for the treat. Patting her on her on the white patch of her neck. "Don't be seen." Teased the cowboy, placing his bandana over his face with a smirk.
"I like it." Replied Dutch as he covered his face with his own bandana, taking out a shotgun, small enough to carry but not be seen. "Follow my lead. Swift and quiet." The gang leader whispered as he approached the jail, walking past the guards as they didn't turn their head to see the two outlaws approaching.
Arthur took out his pistol and kept it tucked in the pocket of his jacket. Suddenly the cowboy felt eyes on them everywhere, darkness shrouded his mind and the world felt unsafe, this wasn't a new feeling but it was gut wrenching as the two walked round to the back of the building.
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