Summary: Arthur's life is put at risk after Micah leaves him.
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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Three hours of riding in thick soupy marshes, alligators nipping at his mares hooves as she tossed her head and nickered. Arthur held his head low and his posture lower. Visibility was next to nothing between the setting sun and thick fog.
No sign of the wanted man. Not even a whisper. Arthur swore he was being followed, he felt eyes on him from behind the trees but the shadows remained silent, no voice, no utter. Arhur's nerves were tested and at this point he couldn't tell if he was being paranoid or these strange figures in the night were moving closer.
His Halfbred mare shot her head up with a distressing whiny. Stamping her hoof on the ground violently, causing her to stop. The tired Arthur leaned over and gave her a pat on the neck to assure her. "What is it girl?" He whispered for only his mare to hear.
There were no lights on the trail and no sign of people from miles. It was at this time Arthur's thoughts started to drift, for the first time in his travels alone he started to crave company. And it nearly destroyed him of the thought of only one man he could think of being here with him, they traveled the marshes together many times already now and despite the lingering unexplained stares in the trees and faint whispers in the dark, that one man always seemed to find a way to make things fun.
He would joke, tease, the two would argue, fight, ramble, dispute. But Micah's company began to grow on Arthur and for the first time, he missed it. God only knows why, why Micah? Arthur quickly shook the thought out of his head.
Rubbing his eyes triedly as he eased his mare back into a walk. She was still on edge but Arthur pushed her, determination drove him as he knew their fate if they didn't succeed, a rope awaited them if this man went free. It seems they were all running from something. Twisted fate? Forlorn attempt at freedom?
Arthur didn't like getting in his head too much, over the years he's learned that leads to nowhere good.
Another hour had passed and still no sign of the wanted criminal. Tired, cold, Arthur and his horse both had accepted the fact that they might not find this man. Arhur's mind led astray again. This time more darker thoughts. Four hours and nothing from Micah, the cowboy was beginning to believe he wasn't coming back. Perhaps Micah saw this as an opportunity to flee and took it, maybe he abandoned Arthur and took the criminal as payment for himself and went home, probably telling Dutch some sad story of how Arthur wasn't coming back, all the while knowing his neck is now scheduled for the noose.
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